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Melinda Homework.

I realize this is simple stuff.. but I am still impressed. This was a project for English.. Melinda had to compose a 6 word “story”. Hers was: “I’m a lion, hear me ROAR”. But the cool thing is, she used a picture from when she was 6 years old. She actually went to the blog and searched it out and found it.

A peek at Hannah’s Homework.

So, I had to email Hannah’s homework to her teacher (we did not have a thumbdrive to use). Naturally, I wanted to read the story. I have to say, pretty darn creative. And I’m starting to think that creative is going to be a useful attribute in our world of the future. What do you think? (The formatting got removed.. there are paragraphs)

The Car We Had to Push from a Different Perspective Rubric
The World Was Coming to an End
By: Hannah Elser

The world was coming to an end. What didn’t people get about that? It was pretty clear to him, especially the way people were acting these days. Ridiculous, they are. So he was trying to warn his community that they should get ready, that the world was coming to an end. So he took the direct approach, he rode around in his big red Devil yelling out the window that the world was going to end. He didn’t have to. It’s not like he was going to be alive when the world ended, he was too old for that. It was just something he did. A hobby, almost.
The bright gray eyes stared at the poster in front of him . ‘Opening of King Lear’, it announced, ‘November 3-6’. He might go to that. He had gone to a concert before, hopping up on the stage halfway through the symphony, waving his hands wildly about, and ranting about how the world was going to end. It was all in the name of humor, of course. Honestly, the violin solo wasn’t bad, it was just kind of… well, boring.
So he stood there running a hand through his hair, smiled and decided that, yes, this would be a nice opportunity to spread the word that the world was ending, and to make them laugh. He had decided, quite awhile ago, that if people weren’t going to believe him, the least he could do was make them laugh. And he knew they didn’t believe him. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that there weren’t people whispering that he was insane behind his back, or in front of him for that matter. So he would make them laugh. The world deserved the little humor he gave to it before it died. If not the people on it, the world. ‘Because people are stupid creatures’, he thought,’ We create warfare and then go around saying that it’s for peace. We wear neckties. What kind of stupid race wears ropes in a knot around their neck? Neckties, honestly. The world is full of stupid people who abuse their children, shoot old ladies for no particular reason, get drunk when they’re sad, and so on. The world is full of stupid people.’ He wasn’t going to remedy that, he was just finding a temporary solution until the world ended.
The mans eyes crinkled as he smiled at his thoughts. He was driving to the theater. It was the fourth and he had gotten ticket from a friend who worked at the theater. The friend, Thomas, said that he didn’t even want to know what his friend was planning but he smiled and shook his head knowingly while he said it. He approved.
He handed the ticket to the young man behind the counter. Bill, if name tags were anything to go by, had a strange look of what appeared to be disgust on his face. Apparently he knew who he was, which wasn’t surprising. There weren’t many people in this town who didn’t know who he was. His reputation was not a good one.
He had chosen a seat on the balcony. There were more places to hide and it was darker, and it would take longer for them to get up here, drag him down the stairs, and kick him out. He had a slim body type made for running, and hide-and-seek had always been his favorite game as a child. He sat there for about fifteen minutes before the curtains rose and Kent, Gloucester, and Edmund entered the stage.
It was halfway through the play when he remembered why he was there in the first place. He was about to begin his bout of screaming, then hesitated. It wasn’t a bad play, in fact it was quite good. Don’t get him wrong, he had no qualms about interrupting it, he just wanted to see the end. Oh well, he could always ask Thomas later for another ticket, or, if he gets banned from the theater, ask for for the script. Everything was solved in that department so he began. He started shouting- shouting for all the people in the theater, for all the people of this world that it was going to end. The lightning sizzled and the thunder boomed, but the play was just background noise now. He had forgotten how much fun it was, being on the stage and making people laugh. It was exhilarating. But being a comedian had its ups and downs. Why he did had been wonderful, he had loved his job, but the pay… well, he didn’t love that.
They caught up to him pretty quick. He made a mental note to last longer next time. That was a new game he could play. Try-to-beat-the-record-for-not-getting-kicked-out-of-the-theater he would call it. He laughed at his own thoughts as they dragged him out. They already thought he was insane, what would a little laughing at nothing do to that? So he kept laughing as they dragged him to the exit. They threw him to the ground. Bill, if name tags were ever correct, looked down upon him, scoffed, and said,”Crazy old geezer. You’re insane!” He just leaned against the wall and laughed a little harder. The boy needed more laughter in his life. Huh, maybe he was insane. Oh well, it seemed insanity was fun. It sounded better then that human stupidity anyway. Let’s stay.