Paris. I wont lose you...

Paris...

This is where we all go to feel free.
This is the place where I get to be the real me.
This is the place where I can write what I feel and say what I think and do I care what others think?

No because nobody is here to judge me.

Paris is where I come to think

Its where I come to let out the stresses of the world and just be completely free.

This is the place where we are all writing to the great deity

some would say this is just a class

well I say that is tourist talking

This is not just a simple class this is a religion.

here we write and hope we can please...

Thee all mighty nelson our deity...

If you have come here to join our band of brothers and to be finally set free

Start a blog and come join with me

As we write and as we blog we shall hope and see

If we can please the all mighty deity.






If you are looking for something to do during A3 or A4 come to the little theater in the 800 hall for our semi annual meeting of the writers. it is presided over by the great and powerful nelson. It should be great.

My favorite things about Paris

My favorite things we did in this class:

• watching movie clips
• JOURNALS
• The BLOGS
• class lectures
• Indie day>>>>
• pen names
• the type writer 
• being able to write and express myself
• newspaper blackout (i wish i was better at that)
• slam poetry (sounds so freaking cool!)
• The lectures from nelson
• when nelson goes off on a tangent (you get to see what his true feelings are on things)
• when nelson tells us about rated R movies that we shouldn't go see but they're great…
• all the cool music!

Man Im gonna mis this class!

REAL TALK

Its real its finally here the time has come for this class to come to an end…

I don't want it to end

No 

This can not be the end.

I won't accept this as my fate.

I want so badly to keep this place that I can be safe.

I want it to stay mine forever and to never have to leave this place.

This is my safe 

This is my paris my home my freedom!

This is where I can say what I want and be who I want to be without anyones opinion getting in the way!

This is where I get to be the true me.

This is where I can say whats truly on my mind and not give a damn about what you think!

But now its over…

The time has come for us to move on

Now we must go out into the real world and be responsible adults

We have to be careful about what we say and who hears us.

We have to watch who we offend.

We have to go to work and pay the bills the time for play has come and gone.

This class is over 

Goodbye paris you shall be missed.

                                                                          - Everest Hansen

                                                                        - Jordan Larsen

Letter to Nelson.

Dear Mr nelson.

      I am writing this letter to you for a few reasons. One because I want my blog to be cool and make it into the top five and this is one of the steps for doing that. Two because I feel like I need to say thank you. And three because well I need a second blogpost and Im running out of ideas.

Well Dear Mr Nelson I just wanted to take the time to say Thank you! You have been such a great influence on me, In tenth grade english your class was all that I looked forward to and I think had I not been in your class I may just not have made it this far. You have helped me to appreciate writing and poetry in a whole new way! You were there and helped me when my friend attempted to commit suicide. That was really hard for me and you were there and whether you knew it or not you did help me through it. I just needed to say this to you and let you know that you were and are an amazing teacher and an awesome influence on all of your students! You have so much power that you don't even realize that you hold. You have a tremendous effect on all of your students lives and if it weren't for you I don't know where I would be right now. (definitely not writing on a blog) Well thats all Ive got to say for now. Thank you Mr Nelson! You are awesome!

I Remember

I remember...

I remember when life was easy. I remember when we me and my best friend spent every waking moment together. I remember those warm summer days making the backyard into a water park and running around in the water until we were about to pass out. I remember the big mechanics screwdriver my aunt gave me when I was 3 (I didn't like fake tools I wanted the real ones) I remember how my parents hid it from me because I would chase people around the house with it. I remember when nap time was almost a punishment. I remember when my parents said they were getting a divorce. (I didn't even know what that word meant) I remember how my older sister reacted. I remember how confused I was... I didn't know what was going on. I remember when I would fake sick so I didn't have to go to school. (now I just skip and go get food or something) I remember when my mom bought a new house. I remember how there was teddybear wallpaper in my room and I refused to sleep in it until it was taken down. I remember when my dad started dating again. I remember this one girl he took on a date wouldn't let me sit on the counter to look at the ice-cream. (I always sat on the counter to look at the ice-cream choices. So I didn't like her) I remember how I would always choose the lime green ice-cream. I remember how when I would get ice-cream and I would only use the little sample spoons not the big ones they give you. (I still do that) I remember when I only had one teacher all day and we would write the whole days schedule on the whiteboard. I remember how weird it was to have more than one teacher. I remember when I got a 99% on a test in 9th grade. I remember how the teacher was mad that I didn't study ("because I could have gotten a 100%") I remember when I got to high school. It felt so big. I remember having english 10 with Mr Nelson. I remember thinking about how lucky I had gotten. ("he was the greatest english teacher ever") I remember faking my way through the whole journal writing prompts. I remember how half my page would be about how my hand was cramping up but I had to fill the page. I remember how much I hated trying to fill the page (even though I conformed and did it anyways) I remember how it feels like just yesterday we were starting 10th grade. Now we are graduating high school in just a few months... Weird...

holiday time.

well guys thanksgiving is over. which awkwardly… Im thankful for.. hahaha well here is why. One after eating all that dang food I feel fat secondly I am tired of being all dressed up and happy for all the family parties and stuff. I know this sounds a little weird but I'm ready to go back to school. Im ready to see my friends and have a schedule again. Now don't get me wrong I love the holidays! they are great and christmas is awesome! but I want to go to school and see all my friends and be done with sitting around with my family and going to movies! Guys Ive got to get out of this house!! oh my gosh! will someone save me! but really am I the only one that feels this way? am I the only person out there that is ready to go back to school to see my friends? and also the cute girl that I have a crush on? Come on please I can not be the only one feeling like this out there guys. Speak up! open your mouthes and say something! well thats all I've got for tonight folks! peace and blessing to all a y'alls


       -Everest Hansen


       

A Forgotten Childhood