Title Page Table of Contents:

Page 1: Music Page 2: Memoir

Page 3: Past, Present, Future Poems Page 4: Being Yourself

Page 5: What I know For Sure: Page 6 : Letter of Thanks or Apology

Page 7: If I Were in Charge of the World Page 8: Mini Research Paper

Page 9: Works Cited

Music

Lyrics to your favorite song

Composition: Why Music is Important to You:

Your short essay about music Text: While you do not want to over-rely on text only, text is the cornerstone of online courses. Course information is typically presented in a primarily textual format, but there are some things that can be done to enhance the effectiveness of text. For example, you can vary the size, color, and style of text. (Be careful not too overdo it, though – too many changes can be distracting and defeat the purpose of drawing attention to important elements of your textual message.) It is also important to "chunk" sections of text into shorter sections, often shorter than a normal paragraph. This helps the reader process and retain the textual information more effectively.

Graphics: Graphics can be another great way to enhance course content. When used effectively, graphics can help students make sense of information provided in the course. A graphic might be a picture, chart, graph, map, timeline, or other graphical representation. When adding graphics, be sure they clarify and enhance the course content.

Audio: Adding audio to an online class is another

Adjectives describing music

Pictures Quotes, Writing, Pictures, Lyrics. You choose

After my dad left my mom married a redneck and moved to Idaho. I was shuffled around quite a bit. After the divorce I no longer had a home, a place, a room, or a family. I guess in my quest for some shred of control I acted out. I probably wanted attention. But, one day my quest for attention crossed the line. I was in algebra class with Mrs. Barkle. She was a passive teacher which made her easy prey for me. I sat in the back and began chanting quietly, "bark, bark, bark," every time she turned around to write a problem on the board. She tried to ignore me, but my decibel would get higher and higher until the class was laughing and she was red in the face. She ordered me outside the door to sit by myself. So I started knocking lightly on the door and sometimes resuming the "barking." I don't know why I was such an asshole. But she came out after class without saying a word and escorted me down to the phone. She made me call my aunt and tell her how I'd behaved. My aunt was pissed. My aunt hated me anyway. That's probably why I lived in the basement. I don't know. But I could feel her rage over the receiver.

She picked me up after school and told me coolly that I was grounded and I couldn't play in my school volley -ball tournament which I l ater got kicked out of because I had an un-Christian like competitive spirit. Anyway, I thought that was ridiculous because I'd never been grounded before in my life. I was parentless and untouchable. A star. I didn't have any parents to do the grounding so it never happened. What nerve she had. So, when I got home, I stormed into the house and bumped into one of her five kids, knocking him over. He was about seven and I saw him fall right over like a chopped down tree. He let out a small shriek but I kept on going down the stairs into the cold basement. I wanted to slam my door to show her I was pissed off. But, I didn't have a door. It was the basement. I only had three walls and nothing to slam shut. I put head -phones on instead and plugged them into my nightstand stereo. The music was full blast, blaring in my ears and my head was pushed into the pillow. I was screaming. I didn't hear her enter because, again, there's no door. The next thing I know is someone is beating the shit out of me. I was being attacked, literally this time. My hair was being pulled up and then my face was exposed. I looked up. It was my aunt and she had the look of a rabid dog. Her eyes were red and she towered over me. She was slapping my face right and then left and then right. She was punching my arms, my legs and simultaneously pulling my hair out. I was screaming and crying. I was scared.

When it seemed it would never end, the headphones came unplugged and rock music came screaming out at her. This seemed to infuriate her more. Her arms were flailing about her like a whirlwind. My attempts to block only caused her access to other body parts. I managed to get under the covers and try to hide or at least cushion the blows. She ripped the blanket off and went after my back with her fists. I could feel my face stinging and my head was throbbing. I tasted blood in my mouth. I just wanted her to stop. I didn't know what to do. So, I played dead. I just lay there stiff and still, letting her pound on my head, back and legs. I can only guess she got tired of it and stopped. She wasn't getting a response. Maybe she thought I was unconscious. She went running back upstairs screaming something at me. I can't remember anything she said. She didn't come back to see if I was all right. I hate her too.

Now I really had a wicked stepmother and five wicked stepchildren all living blissfully above me. I was a victim. I looked in the mirror at my puffy face. I didn't feel like myself and I wondered who this person was looking back at me. My hair was sticking up in clumps. My scalp ached where she pulled it. My lip was fat and blood collected at the corner of my mouth. All I could do was cry. I cried for hours, an aching, heaving, and silent cry. It's the kind of cry when there's no noise coming out, just the tightening up of every muscle and the seemingly unending flow of tears. I think that's when I lost myself. That night I cried out whatever was left of me.

Memoir

Past: I was little and didn’t know anything

About how the world worked.I thought moms took care of theirDaughters no matter whatAnd dads would always be around

People were good and honest,And did the right thing

Running as fast as you canTowards the swings

I was afraid to get in troubleI didn’t know who I was

I was defined by my familyAnd religion

I felt safe and shelteredI didn’t realize that would end

Present The taste of freedoms Goes too far

I want to be an adultBut I want to have fun

I wish for the understanding of adultsBut pretend I don’t care

I make my own decisions That change my life forever

I am insecure, timid, and awkwardI don’t know how to speak my mindI want to scream to make myself heardI want to hide and be alone

I think I know.

Future

I’ll find confidence in myselfThrough my education

I won’t forget my pastBut I won’t let it hold me back

Even though I know the truthI’ll try not to be resentful

I don’t have to be nice if I don’t feel like itAnd I don’t care what people thinkBut, I care what people think

Success is self madeNobody is responsible for my actions but me

I need someone to give me a chanceTo see who I amTo see what I can doTo see beyond the insecurityTo see beyond the painTo see beyond the attitude

But first, I need to see it.

Being YourselfFill in the numbers to finish the statement about yourself

I act most like myself…1.2.3.4.5.

I feel most like myself….

1.2.3.4.5.

I look most like myself when…

1.2.3.4.5.

I feel least like myself when….

1.2.3.4.5.

What I Know For SureFill in the blanks with complete sentences, not one

word

I know for sure that people are ____________________________

I know for sure that money _______________________________

I know for sure that no one _______________________________

I know for sure that having __________________________________

I know for sure that I must find________________________________

I know for sure that families can ________________________________

I know for sure that friends sometimes ___________________________

I know for sure that the times I thought I was _____________________

I know for sure that being myself is_____________________________

I know for sure that cruelty ________________________________

I know for sure that people forget ____________________________

I know for sure that even though I have_________________________

I know for sure that __________________________________________

I know for sure _______________________________________________

Dear Grandma,

When I was 16 and had nowhere to go, you took me in. You took me in even though I was a wreck. I was a challenge and you knew it. Now that you’re gone I try to hold on to the memories of you. As a kid, I always thought you were old.

As a kid, I always thought you were kind. As a kid, I could never express what your kindness meant to me and now that I’m older, it’s too late.

As I look back on my childhood I remember mostly visiting you. I remember the soda you kept in the garage and the peppermint ice cream in the freezer. I remember the back porch and the musty smell of the back bathroom. I can see the bug zapper and hear its strangely comforting buzz as I lie awake at night as a child. I hold onto the memories of driving to church with you on Sundays. You were of the few adults who seemed attainable. You had a quality that was comforting, non-judging, and peaceful.

It is now too late but I’d like to thank you. I’d like to thank you for being the person who didn’t give up on me. Thank you for being the person I turned to when I needed a hug with no questions asked. Thank you for the warm oatmeal breakfast on a cold day that warmed my soul and not just my stomach. Thank you for letting me drive your car. Thank you for knowing me better than I knew myself sometimes. Thank you for looking past my faults when that was sometimes all I could see. Thank you for letting me skip church. Thank you for understanding when I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Thank you for knowing, for being, for believing, for accepting, for loving, for giving, for asking, and for forgiving.

Love,

Kelly

If I Were In Charge of the World

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. Why Education is Important Essay + 2 Sources

Education, both formal and informal, is important to the development of a community (“Value of a College Degree.”).

“Value of a College Degree” argues that, “ blah blah blah.”

According to the article, “Obama Administration Education Policy” education is important to have a successful career. Additionally, the article also states, “Race to the Top takes advantage of the financial crisis facing states in order to coerce them into changing their education systems” (“Obama Administration”). Add more of what you think, then find a source.

Works Cited“Value of a College Degree.” Issues & Controversies. Infobase Learning, 2 Oct. 2009.Web. 1

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“Obama Administration Education Policy.” Issues & Controversies. Infobase Learning, 5 Apr.

2010.  Web. 1 Oct 2014. <http://icof.infobaselearning.com/

“Obama Administration Education Policy.” Issues & Controversies. Infobase Learning, 5 Apr.

2010. Web. 2014. <http://icof.infobaselearning.com/recurl.aspx?wid=107538&ID=1958>.