Comments for Room 132

Comment on Suspense Story: Lost by BECKI

BECKI — Mon, 21 May 2007 15:40:25 +0000

GREAT! but i feel as if the ending let down the story

Comment on Hotel Adriano by Bilal Habib

Bilal Habib — Mon, 23 Apr 2007 04:41:53 +0000

You guys deserve a reward for posting such a good story. Good job try to post more thanks.

Comment on Hotel Adriano by Hannah Montana

Hannah Montana — Mon, 23 Apr 2007 04:37:38 +0000

That Was The Best Story I Have Ever Read
I Loved It!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comment on Suspense Story: Lost by Johnny Boy

Johnny Boy — Thu, 15 Mar 2007 01:29:32 +0000

Wow, that’s a great story, it will sure be greater with more adjectives!!!

Comment on Bad Past by Korey

Korey — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 21:15:12 +0000

thats scary./ weird.

Comment on Room 132: Archived by Bonnie

Bonnie — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 19:05:50 +0000

So does this mean that you’re officially a web celeb who can pay rent without a regular 9-5 gig? Most impressive! But I bet your students will sure miss you!

Comment on Do You Believe in Time Traveling? by someguy

someguy — Thu, 08 Feb 2007 16:06:34 +0000

wow, great story! very captivating. perhaps these are the types of situations that I erased from my own memory.

Comment on Bad Past by danial Azman

danial Azman — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 10:42:29 +0000

actually…your story is quite scary but i don think that this is a suspense story.

Comment on Room 132: Archived by Open Resource Centre : Provide a window into your classroom - e communicating with parents

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 18:08:58 +0000

[...] Parents want to know about their child’s experiences at school, not to necessarily harangue teachers, but to simply learn more about their children. You can do busy parents a huge favor by providing a few glimpses. Some ideas are:• Take lots of pictures of your students engaged in class work and of their actual work. If you use a regular camera, have your photos put on a disk when you get the filmed developed. • Compose a newsletter for parents and send it out via email. Trick this out a bit by sending it out via Google Groups or…• Jot down a few notes about classroom activities and add a few pictures in a blog or a wiki.• Schedule volunteer activities for parents using Google Calendar.• Get fancy and make a brief video about classroom happenings just like Bre Pettis did in Room 132. more from Infinite thinking machine and resolutions post Sunday, January 14, 2007 4:59 PM miketemple123 [...]

Comment on Room 132 Snow, Memoir Rewrites, and The Pixel Project by Megan Evander

Megan Evander — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 16:39:46 +0000

Hi Mr., Pettis, I think it is wonderful what you are doing with your classes. I work for a company called Generation YES who is passionate about integrating Technology into the classroom learning experience through student involvment. I would love to show my teachers the powerful things you are doing with your students. Do you use the ilife series? I love the pixel song! Thank you for your efforts with technology and your students.

Comment on Room 132 “In The Future…” by Zac Shelton-Barnes

Zac Shelton-Barnes — Mon, 08 Jan 2007 16:20:34 +0000

Hi!

This is great stuff!

We are in the middle of making a similar project at our school: scitechtv.net.

It consists of educational resources made by students and is continually updated with new material. We have only been around a few months, but we have accomplished a lot so far.

Thanks for sharing for students’ work!

Zac

Comment on Finger Puppets! by Aoteatech » Blog Archive » Room132

Aoteatech » Blog Archive » Room132 — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 19:38:43 +0000

[...] Love his fingerpuppet instructional video. Bre also does an iMakeThings blog, where he also links to his Make files as well as other stuff. [...]

Comment on Finger Puppets! by Room 132 » Room 132: Archived

Room 132 » Room 132: Archived — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 23:32:50 +0000

[...] In The Future Too much sugar Finger Puppets Room 132 Finishes Things Up Snow, Rewrites, and the Pixel Project The Running Man Animation Flip Books Blogging for Teachers [...]

Comment on Suspense Story: Lost by lolly

lolly — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 19:49:56 +0000

this was a good story line, although the emotions, similies, adjectives e.t.c wern’t used enough. This was mweant to be a suspense story, not a documentary!

Comment on Where are you from? Mars? by Monty

Monty — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 19:07:30 +0000

I like the story…very good. Haven’t had time to read the rest of them, but this one caught my eye….and I liked it very much. Bravo!

Comment on Suspense Story: Lost by umesh

umesh — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 05:05:05 +0000

touching and scary , but the end was not so good or not so realistic .

Comment on Room 132 Gifts of Writing, Burnished Pinch Pots, Contra Dancing and Mr. Pettis Has Had Way Too Much Sugar by Room 132 » Room 132: Archived

Room 132 » Room 132: Archived — Thu, 26 Oct 2006 19:06:47 +0000

[...] Here are some of my favorite video posts: Too much sugar In The Future Finger Puppets Room 132 Finishes Things Up Snow, Rewrites, and the Pixel Project The Running Man Animation Flip Books Blogging for Teachers [...]

Comment on Room 132 Finishes Up Memoirs, Lit Circles, and Pinch Pots by Reinventing Television » Blog Archive » Reinventing Television Episode 2 featuring Bre Pettis

Wed, 11 Oct 2006 03:22:44 +0000

[...] We’re proud to present this week’s Reinventing Television guest, Bre Pettis. Even though Bre doesn’t own a TV, he’s on the front lines of Reinventing TV. Bre Pettis runs Make Magazine’s podcast, producing video segments on people who make cool stuff like steam powered robots, and segments on how to make your own stuff. Make what kind of stuff, you ask? From Shadow Puppets, to a kite aerial photography rig, to a rodent powered nightlight, Bre’s videos show you how to Do It Yourself. And Bre has begun crossing over into traditional TV—He was just taped by the DIY Network cable channel. Bre likes to make stuff and he likes empowering other people to make stuff. Immediately prior to his gig at Make Magazine, Bre taught art and writing to kids. Naturally, he had them blogging and podcasting. And he made a video podcast to keep parents informed about the work their children were doing. If that isn’t reinventing television, I don’t know what is. Be sure to join me in picking the brains of this reinventor of television extraordinaire, Bre Pettis. [...]

Comment on Bad Past by sally

sally — Tue, 10 Oct 2006 15:46:34 +0000

its spooky

Comment on Subtle Changes by jonas smith

jonas smith — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 15:51:28 +0000

omg i love it =) hahahahaha u rock duuuuude

Comment on Suspense Story: Lost by aswin

aswin — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 13:08:49 +0000

it really suck u didn’t talk about the emotion or the feeling of the writing enough for me being a language art teacher i ashamed of you

Comment on Terror On The 4th Floor by rebekah

rebekah — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 19:43:47 +0000

this is an excellent story well done you are a truely amazing writer.xx

Comment on Wanted Posters by m.o.m.

m.o.m. — Sun, 18 Jun 2006 21:26:20 +0000

I used to make wanted posters in the old fashioned west style when I was in junior high and post them secretly on telephone poles:)

Comment on Wanted Posters by Loriail

Loriail — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 16:18:28 +0000

I bring my Monday June, 5 2006

Comment on Draft One by alex

alex — Wed, 31 May 2006 04:18:23 +0000

Alex Coe
Period-2
Essay

5 years ago when I was 9 years old, I had just come back home from traveling all over Europe and Israel, to find a trashed house. In my mom’s room, clothes were all over the floor. Her shoes were everywhere, and amour was tipped over. In my bedroom my stuff was also everywhere. Headbands, jewelry, my stereo, socks, nails polish, everything was everywhere! My mom and I did not really think it was a break-in, we thought that maybe it was her friend’s kids that were feeding our fish. Maybe they were roughhousing in our house and tossed some stuff around. The next day, my mom called her friend and told her to ask her kids if they had messed up our house, and they said they didn’t. My mom thought that they were probably lying because they didn’t want to get into any trouble. Later the next day, my mom and I were doing laundry, when we saw that one of our basement windows was broken. Glass was shattered all over the ground. My mom and I got really freaked out so we called the police and asked them to search our house and to board up our window. They said it was defiantly a break-in and that we should be careful for the next week or so, just keep on guard. The following week we got an alarm system installed. So now whenever we open a door or window leading to the outside, there’s a dinging noise. We figured out that, over that summer, my nanny and her friend were using our computer, and they herd a noise downstairs and they got scared and left. After that, the robber probably got scared and left out the side door. Since my mom’s jewelry was at my grandmothers, for safe keeping, the robbers couldn’t take it. We don’t think that they ended up taking anything at all. The police said that, from then on, whenever somebody knocked at our door, we had to ask who it was before we opened it. And never not answer a door, because then people just go around to your backyard and break in there, cause they think that nobody is home.

Comment on Room 132 Blog Begins! by kj gregory

kj gregory — Thu, 11 May 2006 21:12:59 +0000

mr.pettis is awsome sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo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Comment on by julie irvin

julie irvin — Tue, 09 May 2006 16:00:59 +0000

http://www.audblog.com/media/117240/354880.mp3

ew.

Comment on by julie irvin

julie irvin — Tue, 09 May 2006 16:00:12 +0000

ew.

Comment on interview number 2 by julie irvin

julie irvin — Tue, 09 May 2006 05:01:29 +0000

http://www.audblog.com/media/117240/354880.mp3

hereeeee!

Comment on interview number 2 by julie irvin

julie irvin — Tue, 09 May 2006 04:59:31 +0000

i dk how to post a blog so here you go

-julie irvin

Comment on Future Fiction Story by Katie

Katie — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 19:59:10 +0000

wait a second…this isn’t a blogging site is it? Sorry! is this a classroom thing? i’m very very sorry!

Comment on Future Fiction Story by Katie

Katie — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 19:57:06 +0000

well, i LOVE to write and don’t really have a specific order of doing things. I just take a couple of days to randomly take note of ideas for characters and the plot. i also make sure to remember and record my dreams.

Comment on this is so cool by Alice

Alice — Sun, 09 Apr 2006 17:32:03 +0000

WOW!
These are such cool stories.

Comment on Language Art Memoir Grading Rubric by Peggy J. Agard-Ifil

Peggy J. Agard-Ifil — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 13:36:23 +0000

Dont know what to comment on.

Comment on Room 132 “In The Future…” by DLTQ.org » Blog Archive » Blogging in education

DLTQ.org » Blog Archive » Blogging in education — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 10:54:17 +0000

[...] One of the resources that Bre has linked to from his blog is this collection of audio clips where fifth grade students have recited poems they have written themselves. It really is inspiring to hear these poems, as it is inspiring when Bre himself gets into conversations with his students about the future and makes a videoblog entry out of it. [...]

Comment on Blogging For Teachers: Presentation For The Seattle Middle School Conference by DLTQ.org » Blog Archive » Blogging in education

DLTQ.org » Blog Archive » Blogging in education — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 10:53:50 +0000

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Comment on Future Fiction by alex

alex — Fri, 07 Apr 2006 04:23:20 +0000

It was the end of third quarter. An average sixteen year old girl, Ally, needed straight A’s on her report card in order to go to Hawaii for spring break with her mom and dad. It was “the day” that everyone was freaking about. The day that report cards came in the mail. She knew that she wasn’t allowed to open the letter without her parent’s permission, but she couldn’t stand the wait. Quickly, she raced down the winding squeaky hardwood floor stair steps, heading to the front door. When she was about two steps from the bottom, she leaped to the main floor. She had to make this quick because her mom would be home any minute. Avoiding rocks and dirt, because she only had socks on, Ally hoped from step-stone to step-stone. Pulling down the rusty old opening to the mailbox, she yanked out a long white envelope. This was it. She said a quick prayer asking for the best, then tore the thing open like there was no tomorrow. Carefully and meticulously, she opened the letter. In it, it read
Report Card:
Language Arts: d
World History: c
Art: b
Math: d
Band: e
Spanish: d
Her mouth dropped open, practically to the ground. Ally couldn’t believe her eyes! Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her parents couldn’t know! They would not at all stand for it. She wouldn’t let them know. She dashed inside her house, and sluggishly climbed up the stairwell, until she reached her final destination. Her room. Ally decided to hide her report card. She stuffed it in her laundry hamper. “Knock knock knock”. Somebody was at the door. She peaked out the window to discover that it was only her mother. She let her mom inside and helped her put away the groceries. Lisa, her mother, was, later doing laundry when she found Ally’s report card. Furious at her daughters’ grades, and at the fact that she tried to hide it from her, Lisa shouted to her daughter, “Young lady you are NOT, I repeat NOT going to Hawaii with your father and I for spring vacation. I am SO disappointed that you got these terrible grades and that you attempted to keep them secret from me!” That night seemed like forever for Ally. She sulked alone in her room. She cried for hours. This trip was supposed to be amazing! Sandy beaches, tropical weather, suntans, surfing, hotel rooms, swimming, fruity drinks, the smell of suntan lotion, pools, and the ocean! She couldn’t have asked for a better vacation! But now it was all gone. No beaches, no tan, no surfing, nothing! She was so mad at her parents for not allowing her to come on the family trip. Hours of loneliness and sadness went by and before she knew it, it was Saturday morning. The young teenager woke up to the great smell of sausage and eggs. She ate breakfast as quick as possible, trying as hard as she could to avoid an annoying conversation with her parents about how they “expect more from her” and that she’s “such a smart girl”. “We are leaving now for the airport. Well see you in a week”, said her dad. Both her mother and father offered her a parting hug but all she did was shake them off. Later that day, Ally was walking around her house, she was not really sure of what she should do…just trying to kill some time. Or find something to take her from her extreme boredom. She wandered right into her parent’s room. While poking around through things, she stumbled across a remote control. At first, she thought it must have been for their TV., but then realized that it only had one button. It didn’t actually look like a normal clicker. The gadget was small and bright blue. Not sure of what it would do, Ally pressed the shiny silver button down. Flashing lights were all around her. The girl couldn’t see anything but different colored lights and weird noises. After a little while, she woke up to find herself in a dark tunnel. It looked as if it could be a sewer. There was shallow water covering the bottom. The smell was not all that pleasant either. This tunnel wasn’t your average ordinary tunnel. It seemed as if it went on forever. Ally saw a bright white light shining from the end of it. But the end was so far away. Slithering like a snake, she made her way to the opening of the tunnel. There was a small cage-like door, but she managed to push the cage open, and crawled out onto solid ground. There were small groups of 5-6 people scattered everywhere. All around she heard whispers and people were staring at her. “WHAT!?!?!” she shouted. Nobody said a word. “I AM SERIOUS, WHAT ARE YOU WHISPERING ABOUT??” she shouted once again. “Look lady. . . . It’s just that your hair is really weird and so are your clothes, where are you from, Mars???” said a young boy who was about seven or eight years old. “Jeez, sorry, I didn’t know complete strangers felt so strongly about what kind of clothes I wear and my hairstyles!” Ally said in a nasty tone of voice, as she glared at the little boy. “No, don’t be upset with me! Just, everybody in Seattle dresses like you do. We all wear the same clothes and have our hair cut the same way” said the little boy. “Ha-ha that’s funny, I could have sworn you said we were in Seattle” she said. “I did” he replied. “No no little boy, you’re wrong, this is not Seattle. I don’t know where we are or what year we are in” she said in a shaky voice. “Lady, it’s the year 3,000 and we are in Seattle” the child said, but now in a more angry voice. “Oh. I understand. Thank you” she said to him. She looked around there was no trace of any coffee shops, beaches, grocery stores, malls, houses, colorful flags, or restaurants anywhere to be seen. What kind of world was this? The only thing that she saw was thousands of gray skyscrapers lined up, going on for miles on end. The streets were spotless; women all had the same haircut, clothes, weight, and basically the same features. Men had the same haircut and color, and clothes. So many things rushed through her head at that exact moment. Why is everything so gray and perfect? Why the people are all dressed the same and act the same? What kind of technology do they have? What kind of food do they eat? Are medical treatments better? Who is the president or the leader? Or for that matter, is there any authority at all? Who rules this terrible twisted place? When did things in the world start to go downhill? And what caused it? Endless thoughts filled her mind. She spotted a young girl that looked like she was about her own age, sixteen. “Hello! Excuse me?” Ally called out to the girl. “Hi, my name is Ally Pangello and I know this may sound odd, but I’m from the past. Year 2006 to be exact” she told the girl. “Oh hey . . . we get “wanderers” like you all the time! My name is Lauren” said the girl. “It’s nice to meet you Lauren. I am not trying to be a bother, or rude, but could you direct me to the time portal so I can go back home?” She said. “Yea sure I can! Just follow me” Lauren told Ally. Lauren ran down the street. Faster then Ally had seen anybody run in her life! Ally turned to Lauren, “wow you’re good at running!” suddenly Ally ran right into a huge street pole and hit her head. She saw tons of colorful flashing lights again and then blacked out. When she woke up this time, she found herself in her own room in her bed. She wondered . . . was this all just a dream? No. it couldn’t have been a dream because she clearly remembered pressing the remote control button and blacking out. She still had so many questions about the future. Being a bit disappointed, Ally just decided to go to sleep, with the ending thoughts that, if she really wanted to know what the future was like, she would have to wait and find out herself.

The End

Comment on Future Fiction by Loriail

Loriail — Wed, 05 Apr 2006 01:35:14 +0000

I was hanging out at the corner store when Lloyd and his friends came up to me and said I heard you were trying to talk to my girl; I wouldn’t dare talk to your girl. So you saying That she is a liar, yes I mean no. What! You I wasn’t about to beat you up Dre but now I Am. We don’t need do this look there’s the police, you liar get back here. Maybe they will not find me here in this closet, I think they are gone let me check in see, why is all these robots in here I must be dreaming let me go back into the closet one,Two, three. Maybe I’m not dreaming what’s going on. I walked around i saw old robot parts I knew that this was not there a minute ago. I saw a light coming from out a door so I went, I saw about two people a man and a woman. The man was as skinny as stop sign pole and the woman is tall as a tree. I ask them where I was they said north broxs where I said north broxs the woman said north broxs sounding very annoyed, I saw a sign saying the date was year 2020. I walked in a store, i saw a television floating in the air. A commercial came on a gymshoe called athlete feet you can put on some gyms shoe that make you becoming jusr like the star.

Comment on Sweet 16 by tom

tom — Sun, 26 Mar 2006 23:22:46 +0000

what was the weird girl going to do cause i would like to know thanks. Your story was good but i dont get at the end what was she going to do. email me back what the girl does.

Comment on Technology of the Future by alex hok

alex hok — Fri, 24 Mar 2006 00:54:27 +0000

Step 1: create a bubble map/web
Step 2: create a plot
Step 3: create characters
Step 4: create a setting
Step 5: write an introduction/beginning
Step 6: write a middle
Step 7: write an ending
Step 8: read it over and make corrections and changes
Step 9: have someone read and revise your story
Step 10: make last changes and turn it in

Comment on Future Fiction Story by Janeall

Janeall — Thu, 23 Mar 2006 16:35:11 +0000

My 10 steps are to make a story
1 characters
2. Place
3.setting
4.Plot your story
5. Brain storming
6. A theme
7. Flow map
8. Edit story
9. Have creativity
10.Rough draft and final draft

Comment on Future Fiction Story by Lucaci

Lucaci — Thu, 23 Mar 2006 16:25:37 +0000

1. Brain Storm
2. Timeline
3. Character development
4. Create Theme
5. Create Setting
6. put them together
7. Rough Draft
8. Edit
9. Revise
10. Final Draft

Comment on Future Fiction Story by Mat pellinger

Mat pellinger — Thu, 23 Mar 2006 16:25:16 +0000

1.Draw a bubble map
2.Write first draft
3.Get it revised
4.Get it edited
5.Type second draft
6.Get it revised
7.Get it edited
8.Type final draft
9.Get teacher to read it
10.If anythings wrong with it revise it
11. Finish final draft.

Comment on Future Fiction Story by lola

lola — Thu, 23 Mar 2006 16:22:41 +0000

1. make a plot
2. make characters
3. setting
4. outline
5. 1st draft
6. revise
7. 2nd draft
8. read over, put in more detail
9. rewrite
10. title page/ final draft

Comment on Future Fiction Story by D to the sizzle, J to the fizzle (Dylan

D to the sizzle, J to the fizzle (Dylan — Thu, 23 Mar 2006 16:22:23 +0000

1)Make bubble map
2)Develop a basic plot
3)write intro
4)edit intro
5)write body
6)edit body
7)write conclusion
8)edit conclusion
9)revise whole paper
10)make a final draft/published copy