It was a rather chilly February day in Norwich, New York. Meanwhile Ian Adams sat huddled over his computer in a lonely office building on the other side of town.

Programming had drove Ian to madness. What was he going to do? This was his third year of trying to get his program to work. Ian flipped on the CD Player and threw in his favorite CD by Irish Breakfast. As the drums started playing in the background Ian's fingers flew over the keyboard with the beat. It was then that Ian got his Idea. Moving over to tty10 Ian began his endeavor.

Last week foams and falls back into the sea as this week – half done – crashes on the sand to replace it. Before all of that is lost in the blue swell of memory I hope to write it down. What did I learn last week? Where does that bring me today? Here is what I remember.

The best question you can ask me - I mean the one question that is sure to bring a smile to my face - is my nationality. Just yesterday I got the treasured question twice. Two nuns (of all people!) brought it up. The older nun didn't waste time, either. She looked me in the eye, shook my hand, and inquired, "What's your nationality?"
"I'm Latvian, Romanian, Polish, Swedish, British, and -" waving my hand, "- a few other things."
"Ah, very good."

Yesterday, I asked and doubted many things. I asked: why must I leave home? I asked: why must I study in my room like a silent monk? I doubted my purpose for being here at school. I asked: what is love? And I wondered if I could ever know. Today has launched me, whether I want it or no, into that adventure I mentioned yesterday – and the adventure already leads me on a road to answer these questions.

So here I am once again, the reluctant hero at the beginning of his next adventure. The last academic adventure ended happily, but in the process my grades received a few scrapes and cuts. This time I hope to do better – but oh! if only that didn't mean getting out of bed so early for classes.

No one cares but me
No one cares but you
The world can’t be my home

No one knows your persona splendora but few
No one knows my good side but you
They only see my faults, too bad

I try to understand you
I know you understand me
I’m no puzzle anymore

Can’t be what I wish
Can’t you make me change
If only she knew my wish

Than I would begin to live
But I’ll swim through this pain
So did you even when it was 20ft down

My love is there to support
One time too few

Warm in my home,
I see little birds
Singing a song
That I've never heard.
Everything is white,
But not during the night.
I wish I could go out there.

age = 13-16
writing from Chile

Soldiers armed in machinery crotch and wait,
Strong tension builds, sweat is as salt on their lips,
The sting of anxiety is in their eyes,
Trained patience keeps their hearts still.
Thoughts of home and peace race through minds.
Figures flash through the haze,...Signal, signal..!
Bullets dart across the clearing,
Men dive for safe cover,
Blasts of artillery shatter the air,
Clouds of smoke veil the rush,
Adrenaline flows, hearts race,
Is victory in air? Can it be seen?
Explosions fade, the smoke clears,

Behold the water
Look at the trees
Flowers in the wind
Leaves on the ground
Waves crashing in
Blue sky around
Upon this rock they are painted
The work of a master’s hand

This was my english assignment.I hope you enjoy it. I'll post more soon.
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