Boo Radley

She was weird. Or at least that’s what everyone told me. She was mean. Well that’s what my friends said. She was stupid. I just figured they were right. Her name was Sarah. This I knew was true.
It’s the first day of fourth grade, and we had all known each other since kindergarten, except for Sarah. She was new. She was different. She was quiet. She was misunderstood. It seemed she was always off in a corner, isolated from the rest of us. I always thought that that’s how she wanted it to be so I believed everyone when they told me she was weird, mean, stupid, different. I never once stopped to “crawl inside of her skin and walk around in it.” I never once thought to think about how she felt and what she was like. Never once did I get the chance. She didn’t show up to school after the first week.
Three years later, it’s the first day of seventh and we all knew each other, except for this one girl. She was new. She was different. She was quiet. She was misunderstood. The teacher assigns partners for our first project of the year. I was disappointed when I was paired up with the new girl. She told me her name was Sarah. She was like any other girl. She had a lot to say. She is my best friend.
She was weird. Or at least that’s what everyone told me. She was mean. Well that’s what my friends said. She was stupid. I just figured they were right. Her name was Sarah. This I knew was true. Everything else was a lie.

Introductory to English

Hello.
I'm Mackenzie.
If your reading this, your probably following my blog. At this point I thank you for talking time out of your day to read what I have written. Most likely you will read about half of this, "Introductory to English," get bored and write a comment for a grade, or you may have planned on not reading it at all. Either way, I will not be offended, for how will I know the difference? and that is most likely my plan as well.
Forgetting what I just mentioned, i am traditionally a good English student. I get good grades, communicate with others easily, i like to write, i am able to read, etc. etc. Although, i have trouble believing that these qualities make a good student. These qualities are great at faking a good student but not making one. Oh, i am also a good poet. For me, a good student is someone with the willingness to learn, the need to understand and the drive to be the best they can be at everything., all qualities i have... or do i just have the qualities of a fake able student and this is all an illusion? I guess that’s for me to know and you to find out.
If your still reading, I applaud you. Bravo. You have gotten to know me as a student. I’m sure that’s what you all wanted. I hope to enlighten the on-line world, or the 10 plus people who will even look at what i have written rather, with my honest opinion of the books and literature studies we will be doing this year. You, the reader, will find yourself engulfed in a wave of knowledge and understanding when you read my blog. be prepared for straight fact without any unnecessary embellishments. Thank you.
Good bye.