I still love you.

A question with out an answer.

How a young teacher grows to love her students.

Just a simple narrative a threw together about a few days of me procrastinating in High School.

Because inspiration won’t leave me alone this day.

This is a poem I wrote for my last year in high school. This never got published in our school paper.

A little poem about my marching band career in high school.

When the pressure becomes too much.

This is a short story I wrote in English class for assessment. Please comment telling me what you think.

Our mission, our vision…
High school journalism…
Inform them…
Enlighten them…
Help them cope.
Look out for them.