B.N.

Ms. Thomas

English 095

29 October 2007

I am a writer

            I am a writer. I can transfer my though, ideas, and story to paper and put it in a form which everyone can understand. I can let you see, hear, feel, and taste my stories. Whether it’s my life story, or a fictional story from the top of my head, I want you to see every detail. I want you to go into story and relate to the main character. I want you to feel the pain, sorrow, anger, and sadness that my story brings.

            I get into my stories. I try to put myself into the story, and write it down as I see it unfold. My strong points would be my plots and grammar. I want everybody to understand my writing. I want people to read my writing and get a clear vision of what I am saying. I want everyone to be the main character in the story. I want people to be and feel everybody in my stories. Think what they’re thinking. See what they are seeing. Feel what they are feeling.

            I actually learned that I am a better writer than I though. I never really consider myself a writer. I felt that I was average in writing, not strong. However, after attending my English class, I learned that I have a gift. Now my love for writing grew.

            So I plan to keep writing to improve my skills. I know I am good, but I’m not prefect. They say with practice comes improvement, so I plan to practice until I’m perfect. Maybe one day I’ll write a book. That remains to be seen.

            In closing, I think everybody is a writer. If you can put though on paper and present a story, than you are a writer. Some people are stronger than others. But with practice and determination, anything is possible.

B.N

 

Ms. Thomas

English 095

10 October 2007

 

My Greatest Fear/Life Story

 

 

Growing up, my family and I didn't have much. I never had the newest games or the latest sneakers, but I always had my family. For the first five years of my life my family consisted me, my mother, Jay-Jay, my sister, Rochelle, my brother, B.J., and my grandmother, "Nanna." Of course my mom had friends that we called auntie, but I never felt the real connection you get from family.

In March of 1989, two months before my sixth birthday, my grandmother passed peacefully in her sleep. On finding out that my grandmother was no longer with us, I was devastated. Even at the age of five, I knew the feeling of sorrow and pain. It felt like a big peace of my life was taken from me.

A few days' later we attended my grandmother's funeral at James Hunt Funeral Home located in Neptune . There I met the rest of my family. My grandmother had eight kids, and my mom was the third youngest. Meeting my aunts, uncles, and cousins was a real experience. These were people I can really call family. They were my real kin.

For the next year we started seeing more of my extended family. I remember asking my mom why we had not known about my aunts, uncles, and cousins until my grandmother's funeral. All I was told was that, "I was too young to understand and to be happy that we were re-united with them." I was happy, but I was also confused.

In 1990, my mom packed us up and moved us from Long Branch to Neptune . Being that we were now closer to my family, we started seeing them more often. The more time I spent with my family, the more I learned.

I had my fist experience with alcohol at the age of 10. I was following behind my older cousins. I got so drunk I couldn't make it home. I fell asleep on a bench in a park. When my mom came and got me, she didn't do anything that day. She said she wanted me sober so I could feel the beating. The next day she beat me, but she and my aunts were joking about it afterwards. They still joke about it to this day.

At the age of twelve, I started selling drugs, again following my older cousins. I lasted three years. In August of 1998, at the age of fifteen, I was arrested for possession of C.D.S., which stands for Controlled Dangerous Substance.

Being incarcerated isn't like what you see on T.V. It's not a dark and gloomy place like some of the movies. But it is bad. I don't think they can catch the real effects of jail. They can't catch the feeling of hearing the door lock behind you every time you go in the room.

No one understands what it is like being separated from the rest of the world; seeing or hearing from the rest of your family when they tell you to. And you have to watch your back 24/7. You don't know what's going on with your family in the outside world.

Which brings me to my greatest fear. It started with my first incarceration. I was afraid of losing my family. I used to think, "What if everybody just packs up and leaves without telling me. Or, God-forbid, a bad accident happens that takes my family. For eight years I lived my worst fear. I was incarcerated and away from my family. I overcame that fear for the time being, but there's always the possibility of it happening again. And that's my story, and my Greatest Fear.

 

 

B.N.

Ms. Thomas
English 095
23 October 24, 2007
What can't live without? There are a lot of things I can't live without. My mother love. My sister and my brother respect. But my topic today is my music. Music takes me out of a cruel world and put me in a different reality. In this reality every and any thing is possible.
Music can do a lot of things for you. It can relate to your pain. It can relieve your stress. It can help you exercise. It can help conceive. You were probably conceived off music. Music can help relieve the soul.
They said music can alter moods and talk to you. That why artist get blamed for things that happens in the world. People have to understand the different between entertainment and reality. Music is here for our entertainment and not to take everything serious. Let music help us, not harm us.
They say music have memories. That statement is so true. You every hear a song you didn't hear in a while, and when while you listening, images pops in your head? And different type of songs brings certain memories. Like D.M.X. come on, you think about a party or some type of event that took place in your life. But if D'Angalo or Usher comes on, you think of that some one that in or were in your life.
I leave you with this last statement. Music is alive, let it live peacefully.
Thank You And Good Night!!

Join me. Request me as your friend. Cuz everybody needs friends!:D

 B.N.
Ms. Thomas
English 095
22 October 2007
My Scary Trip
I wake up, hearing my name being called on the loud speaker. "Barnes, E.T.G.!!" I hoped up and started packing everything I can take with me on my trip. I grabbed my mail, my wave cap, and my walkman. I have butterflies floating around in my stomach. I'm scared. I don't know what to expect. I'm asking myself, ‘Is everything they say about the big true? Am I going to be safe?" I'm only 16 years old; And I am going to prison. Understand, people go to prison all the time. However, I am going to an adult prison at the age of 16!
First stop we make is downstairs of the county jail. It's me and seven other inmates. We are asked our name one by one. Then we changed from our county uniforms into our regular clothes. After that we are shacked together and loaded onto a bus. We start our journey to the big house.
Our first stop is a facility called C.R.A.F., locater in Trenton, N.J. C.R.A.F. stands for Central Reception & Administration Facility. It's a reception facility where inmates are given a State number, S.B.I. number, and assigned to a prison. They also check for medical condition one might have before sending them to a prison population.
Coming into C.R.A.F. was like a scene from a bad prison movie. Somehow it's dark, even though it's two o'clock in the afternoon, and they had large windows. The air was stale, the smell was bad, and everything was metal and concrete. First thing we had to do was strip naked and put all our possession into a cardboard box with our name and state number on them. Then we are sent to the shower are with some "special shampoo". The shower area was one large room with three shower heads, and they send in four at a time.            To Be Continue.....