Rachel Cox is a 14 year old student from Sheffield who I met recently when I was invited as a guest into her school to do a reading and some creative writing exercises. All the young people I worked with that day were fantastic, brave and wonderful people. They really put themselves into the work and rose to the challenges I set them. Rachel's writing took my breath away, I found her commitment to reading and writing astounding, and suggested she send some of her work into the Foyle's Young Poets competition. I told the group about these cultural diaries and Rachel said she would like have a go at doing one...
I got a new notebook today. Not very exciting on its own, BUT, this is going to be my new poetry book. I’m very excited about it. Sad? Yes. Very sad. But its one of those in significant details what light up my week.
I read more of The Princess Diaries, Gimme Me Five by Meg Cabot. I’ve had the collection for ages, but never got round to starting them. Up until about two months ago, that is. I don’t get too much time to read, but when I do, I go on a reading binge.
I got to use my new notebook day! I wrote two new poems; Writer’s Block and July Storm. I’m quite proud of them actually. I would put them here, but that would prevent me from entering them into any competitions etc.
I’m a bit of an unusual teenager. I don’t enjoy television that much, in contrast to my mum, step-dad and sister. They’re always watching crime programmes and I disagree with them because I think I resembles what a dismal place our world can be. But that’s just me.
Oh my word. Has anybody seen Schindler’s list? Well, I watched it after school today as part of the history topic. Wow. I have never cried so much so many times at different pints in a film. It’s so sad. Two boys behind me laughed when a man stepped on a piano so I turned around and had a go at him. I had no idea how someone could be so insensitive. I was furious.
I could hardly do anything all day. I was a bit emotional. That sounds really pathetic, but I cry at anything. Remember Me, Homeward Bound even Monsters Inc. I can’t bring myself to watch The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas or Titanic. I felt it necessary to write a poem about it. I think it needs a bit of work though.
I went to see Toy Story 3 today with my mum and sister. Oh, it’s excellent. I laughed so much. It’s quite sad though. I nearly cried again. But I think we’ve established I cry at a lot of things.
I got a chance to read more of my book. I’ve only got a couple of chapters to go.
I worked on my Schindler’s List poem. I think it’s better now.
It was the last day of school today. We watched so many DVDs. It’s supposed to be a treat, but it can get a bit tedious…. But I don’t care now. I have SUMMER! I can’t wait to go to the cinema, bowling shopping , read my entire bookshelf three times over and what ever else takes my fancy. Yayyyy…..
Erm, is dancing classed as cultural? Well, I had dancing today. I think my legs might actually fall off. Not a good feeling…
I had a Rowan Atkinson marathon in the afternoon. Blackadder Series 2 never fails to amuse. Johnny English is awesome too.
Read some of my book today. I’ve two chapters left…
I went shopping today to Meadowhall. I got some of my new school stuff already. The early bird gets the worm…
Other than that I haven’t done much. I’m planning my outfit for my Auntie Gill’s 50th-pirate-birthday-party-a-year-early-because-she’s-in-Switzerland-for-her-actual-fiftieth. Her decking is going to be a pirate ship. It’s gonna be awesome.
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