Farewell Nonfiction Writing

Loyal readers, I write this with a heavy heart. I have really enjoyed the blogging aspect of Nonfiction Writing this year, and will kind of miss being able to express myself this way. Maybe I will even make a new blog sometimes later in life. Anyways, I'm glad I had the opportunity to be exposed to blogging, since I am fairly certain that I would not have ever tried it had I not taken this class.
In addition to being a medium through which I could express myself, the blog part of Nonfiction writing allowed me to see a different side of many of my classmates, which I really enjoyed. I feel like after reading their blogs, I understand my peers better and can potentially build better relationships with many of them.
The commenting aspect of blogging also intrigues me. I liked hearing feedback on my posts, and it was nice to have my teacher comment not to correct errors in my writing, but to share her own anecdotes and opinions on the topic of my post. This allowed me to view her and the rest of my class as more similar to me than I had previously thought.
What was perhaps my favorite part of blogging is how it introduced to me a different form of writing from any that I had previously experimented with. While still informative and under the category of "personal essay" in most cases, blogs are a much more casual form of writing than most other writing styles I have to use in school. My blog has allowed me to find a voice I like, and I don't have to always worry about being politically correct.
So yeah, the blog part of this class has been one of my favorite assignments this year (in any class!), and I think it should continue to be a part of Nonfiction Writing.

A Tale of Raze

There was once a young man who went to school in a big stone school, which was known as Ewe Knee High School. Ewe Knee was thought of as a place for smart boys and girls. This young man, who we will call “Raze,” was in his fourth year at Ewe Knee, so he had one year left. He had a great “One-who -likes-to-teach-kids-to-write-well”, and she had her class write blog posts twice a month. Raze liked to write these blogs, and would write blog posts on things that he loved. These were things like “his” cars, food, sleep, and a fun sport that has a ball and hoop. When he had run out of things that he loved, Raze wrote a blog on prom. That post was a wee bit mean, and when he got back from prom, his thoughts on the dance were not the same as they had been. He thought that prom was not that bad at all. This was the first time Raze had been wrong in his life. The fact that he had been wrong was, in fact, so new to Raze that he got sick due to shock. Raze slept all day for two days. He would wake up to eat and ball, but the rest of the time he was in bed.
When he woke up, Raze was a new man. He had had a brush with death, and did not want to have more. He set out to do good in the world. He had heard that in a far off place there was a girl who had been born to a queen. She had no peers when it came to looks, and to talk with her brought great joy to all. Her life had been a sad one, though, for when she was ten years old a bad guy took her from her home and held her deep in a cave at the top of Mount Fléau. Raze felt bad for her, and got on a plane to the base of the peak.. Once there, he got past the bad man’s guards with help from his great looks and charm, and went up to the peak of Mount Fléau, where he saw the girl’s face for the first time. It was love at first sight for Raze, and he knew then that he had to free her or die at the bad guy’s hands. The man, whose name will not be shared, looked at Raze with hate in his eyes. He rose from his seat and went to the girl, who was tied up next to the wall. He put a knife to her throat and told Raze that if he did not leave in the count of ten, she would die. The girl, who was known to her people as “Belle Ay” had fear in her eyes, but when she looked at Raze he saw that she would not give up hope. Raze knew that the sole way to save her was to fight the man to the death. The bad guy had two guns and Raze had just his bare hands, but that would not stop him. He told the man that the way to get rid of him was to kill him then, since he would not give up as long as he lived. The man saw this to be true, so he let go on Belle Ay and moved to kill Raze. As soon as he was out of range to kill the girl, Raze struck with the force of the sea and the speed of the verse done by B. Rhymes in “Look at me now.” The man had no chance. Though he had guns and had more than ten pounds on Raze, Raze had true love on his side, a force matched by none but life its self. He won the brief fight, and ran to Belle Ay to free her. They came down from Mount Fléau and were met by cheers from all the men and girls in the world, who saw how great love was and made world peace. Raze and Belle Ay were made king and queen of the new world, and they all lived in bliss for the rest of their lives.