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[lifepoweredbyai]

Story Writing Prompts: Fueling Creativity for Fifth Graders

Discover story writing prompts that inspire fifth graders to unleash their creativity, develop engaging narratives, and express their unique voices through writing.

[thesunshinenotebook]

I want to stay up all night.

I want to write until my fingers bleed,

Painting with my blood,

And every part of me.

I want to know what it feels like to work hard,

Keep moving through and past the dark.

I want to go until my body breaks,

Destroy myself for something great.

Sleeping early is a sign of weakness.

I’m not good enough

If I don’t work myself sick,

But there’s still a me-sized dent in my bed,

Taunting me as my resolves reach their end.

I hate myself.

I don’t want to be anyone else,

But I wish I could escape me,

Stop being this lazy.

I used to say anything was possible,

But there’s a lot I can’t do,

Always thought I was motivated.

I guess that’s not true.

I’m a loser and I didn’t even know it.

I look in the mirror and hate that me,

But is she really who You see?

You see Your creation,

Tired and broken

But healed by salvation,

Worthy by Your hand,

Though on her own she can’t stand,

A girl doing what she can do,

A girl ready to live for You.

She fails again every day,

But You pick her up,

Just the same.

Tired, weary, and put to the test,

It’s only in You

That she can find rest.

[slackalaureate]

With Lucy Jordan

(If anyone sees this, I have more on deck if y’all want it as well.)

Part 1: Foreword

Danny put a cassette in the tape deck and I pressed down on the white arrow. My eyes flicked backwards as the old house drew further away in the rear-view and a bittersweet feeling tinged in my throat, making it hard to swallow. Claire had her Handycam pointed in my face, eye stuck to the viewfinder.

 “Don’t make faces, this is s’posed to be candid!”

I threw my hand up over the lens, so she aimed it towards Danny instead. Twisting around, he gave her a wide smile, exposing his missing top-front tooth.

“Wanna see a magic trick?” A hand reached into the change holder on the console, pulling out a stained nickel. Mitts together, he showed each open palm to the camera, then closed them as he turned his wrists. “I’m gonna make it disappear, watch,” As the sides of his palms slapped together, the small coin fell to the floorboard-

“I saw that, Copperfield!” She pointed toward the nickel with one hand, scratched camera in the other.

We snickered for a while, then fell into a quiet spell. Claire slid the rear window open, then laid down in the back seat, camcorder resting on her bandaged knees. Picking up the fallen coin, she idly turned it through her fingers.

Danny was first to break the silence, “This is the hardest thing I‘ve ever done you know…and Thomas- ” 

The nickel once again fell to the floorboards. We must have all been mulling the same thoughts in our mind; Notions of staying a while longer, or else making a reason to find our way back later on. The small possibility that what we’d seen wasn’t reality- that Thomas might show up knocking on the back room window as if he was never gone. But the way Danny’s hand shook said something that his mouth wouldn’t- or couldn't. He knew best of all of us why.

Coming to the same conclusion, I spoke up, “There's nothin’ left for us here…I wish- I really wish, but-.”

The rest of the sentence came out hoarse. Danny nodded. Rolling over in the soft fabric seat, he closed his eyes. He laid there in the passenger seat, balled hands resting against his stomach, for as long as I looked next to me. There was no way to tell if he was sleeping, but his body turned away from us. It didn’t invite much conversation. Rummaging in her front pocket, Claire took out a loose Lucky Strike.

“Mind if I smoke, Luce?”

“Just blow it out the back window.”

We kept driving along the highway until dark, watching the waves crash along each new cliff as they passed from window to window. When I got tired of driving, we pulled into the parking lot of a state beach. I’d not been that close to the water since what happened. It all seemed so long ago now, and so empty. The other two launched into a race to the shoreline, finally collapsing just outside the current’s edge. I crawled through the rear window, finding my way on top of the long trunk. Once through, I scrunched curled knees into my stained white tee shirt and grabbed my dad’s blue Walkman from my backpack. Thumbing the crimson-stained sticker on the face, I set in a cassette with the title “Surfer Rosa” scrawled on the label. I’d let them forget about it for a while. It was all I could do to not remind them. If it could take the pain of remembering from them, at least until the time we’d finally need to put to words- I’d do just about anything.

There I sat for what seemed like forever, watching them play along the waves, teetering between warmth and cold. I knew my jacket was inside, laid down on the passenger seat, but I didn’t much care. We were finally free of it, yet the cold touch still lingered on my palms. The world drew itself in monochrome; a muddy, steely blue.

[plagiarismcheckerx]

Case Studies in Academic Integrity: Learning from Real-Life Scenarios

📚 Discover real-world examples of academic integrity challenges and how Plagiarism Checker X offers solutions to uphold honesty and ethics in scholarly pursuits. From paraphrasing pitfalls to group project dilemmas, explore the complexities of academic integrity and learn how to navigate them effectively. 📝🔍

[sharingorangeslices]

Planning, following through

I have an unwavering love of planning. It comes easy. Following through is the hard part. 

I have about half a million empty planners, notebooks, documents, etc… Anything that can be used to formulate a plan to navigate the messiness of life, relationships, work…I have a blank one. 

It’s not that I don’t want to follow through on the carefully crafted, chaotic plans I’ve made in my head, I truly do. But the thought of putting myself out there, revealing to people that I do care about them and myself and my future and their future and our future together…that’s the part that gets me. 

Take this blog for example. I set myself a simple and clear plan, write a few times a week, and publish every other day.

 Have I done that? Absolutely not. 

This blog, iti ne, is already my pride and joy. It’s something I’ve built myself, with no help, and it will forever be part of me. 

But the thought of people I know, people I love, getting a glimpse inside my brain terrifies me to no end. 

But I didn’t think about that when planning and coming up with ideas for this blog. So I published it, with only two pieces written. 

I haven’t written anything since I launched the blog. Some would say it’s writer’s block, I would say it’s an empty mind. 

I feel like whenever I think about something, I think about it too much. I think about it so much it’s all I can think about. I think about it so much it consumes my mind. I think about it so much I hate not thinking about it, I hate thinking about anything else. 

But then I forget, and pretend like nothing ever happened. Almost like I planned it. 

I’m learning that if I don’t prove to myself that I can do something, I’ll never believe that I actually can do it. 

So here I am, proving that I can be vulnerable. Proving that I can follow through. Proving that I can write. Proving that I can think clearly. 

I believe I can do it.

[edubirdiecom]

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[fortuneworldschoolnoida]

We had a wonderful time celebrating Literary Week, showcasing our students' creativity, imagination, and love for literature! The prize distribution ceremony was a joyful event, honoring our talented winners in various competitions. Congratulations to all the participants for their hard work and to the winners for their outstanding achievements! Keep reading, keep writing, and continue to let your literary talents shine! 📚✨

LiteraryWeek #StudentWriters #CreativeMinds #PrizeDistribution #CelebrateLiterature #SchoolEvents #InspireAndAchieve

[digitalrevolutions]

Multimedia and RhetComp Apologetics

One of the most striking aspects of my arrival at Florida State University was a kind of speech I heard Michael Neal, the Rhetoric and Composition director, give to varied groups of graduate “English majors”—creative writers, literary scholars, and rhetoricians—several times during my first month there. It always began along these lines: “Hi, I’m Michael Neal, the RhetComp director. I know those of you in other specialties might not think RhetComp is very important, or even have heard of us, but…” Although my brief encounters with composition pedagogy had alluded to some controversy, I had never imagined an academic introducing himself to other academics with such a disclaimer. As I’ve settled into graduate school and begun to explore Rhetoric and Composition in more depth, I’ve come to understand Michael’s introduction not as a form of self-disparagement but as a reaction to narratives of place and purpose that have been with our discipline since its inception.

In The Origins of Composition Studies in the American College, 1875–1925, John Brererton reports that just a few years after their inception in the 1870s, composition courses were already being criticized for “not making a difference in studentwriting, for being expensive in terms of a teacher's time and energy, and for distracting faculty efforts from more important things.” I couldn’t help but laugh when I read those words. I heard in them the echo of Blake Smith’s January 2023 article in The Chronicle of Higher Education, in which he indignantly asserts that students who visit college writing centers, traditionally run by composition scholars, “ought to demonstrate a guaranteed minimum level of writing ability, leaving instructors in other courses free to focus on teaching their discipline-specific content without having to explain, yet again, the purpose of topic sentences.” More than a century on, composition is surrounded by the same narratives. The teaching of writing, we are told, is busywork—a simple skill to be acquired, not one that serious scholars should concern themselves with. And yet somehow we have spent nearly 150 years failing to pass along this skill and prepare students for “real work”.

In many ways, we’ve internalized this criticism and come to direct it at our own efforts in teaching, composing, and rhetorical analysis. Kathleen Blake Yancey argues that the traditional “neo-Platonian” model of composition instruction through individual relationships with the student “is doomed”, and has been for 100 years. Similarly, Alexander Reid posits that the “traditional humanistic paradigms” at the foundation of rhetoric are no longer suitable for the post-industrial age. In both cases, they offer digital rhetorics as the solution. For Yancey, digital rhetorics manifest as a multimodal composition curriculum which supplants writing for the instructor with writing for the “real world” in a variety of digital genres. For Reid, the exploration of digital rhetorics allows for a speculative rhetoric that privileges our relationships with nonhumans over purely human perspectives. In so doing, he argues, it can address concerns of the digital age that humanism isn’t equipped to deal with and restore the relevance of the English department. Both speak to RhetComp’s urge to discard our humanistic roots in favor of computational, algorithmic methods that we hope will win us recognition as a “real” discipline. Otherwise, we worry about being seen as anti-science or, in Yancey’s words, “as irrelevant as faculty professing in Latin.”

On the other hand, there are figures like Douglas Eyman, who sees digital rhetorics as an analytical method firmly rooted in public, dynamic, interactive conceptions of classical humanist rhetorics. A digital rhetoric framed in terms of computation and scientific/mathematical analysis, he argues, would reduce rhetoricians to technicians applying technique to a representation of discourse that doesn’t come close to the complexity of the real world. As Jonathan Alexander and Jacqueline Rhodes argue, much thought is required to bring multimodal, digital composition into the world of rhetoric without forcing it into the mold of traditional textual analysis. In the process, I would add, we turn ourselves into mere tool-users, applying universal principles of writing to some object.

While I disagree with Eyman—I think there can be a place for computational analytics in rhetoric—I’m also reluctant to cosign Reid’s dismissal of our roots. It seems to me that these tensions are driven by a constant quest for visibility, to justify our presence alongside what is relevant, impactful, and highly visible elsewhere. I find myself wondering if it’s possible to make peace with our relative invisibility—to say “We’re RhetComp, and you probably haven’t heard of us because we’re so deeply embedded in everything you do that it’s hard to see us. Let us show you how to recognize the context, considerations, and possibilities driving the way you communicate, so that you can decide how a text ‘works’ and what it needs to do next.” In other words, we could claim our mundanity and humanistic origins proudly, positioning ourselves as a conduit by which people can both come to understand individual artifacts and composing processes and learn apply that knowledge to the wider world. I’m sure someone else has proposed it before me, but I’m curious how the individual perspectives embedded in multimodal compositions have been considered by theorists so far.

[lostinyv]

This year's HOWL now available on Amazon. #kindle #cmchowl #studentwriters

[cronicasdezan]

Estudando né, porque não dá pra parar 👊🏾🦾🧝🏾‍♂️📖📚 #ajornadadoescritor #escritacriativa #oficinadeescrita #comoecreverumlivro #ajornadadoheroi #studing #studentwriters https://www.instagram.com/p/B_pUspqjiSL/?igshid=18fwfwhz2a7k

[polemicsnpedantics]

Nilesh, a new member joins our team as a graphic designer. He is a first-year English honours student with Apollonian and Dionysian traits in equal parts. He is a self-proclaimed cinephile and bibliophile who also shares a passion for quizzing and writing. He is currently serving as one of the student editors of the publication committee of Hansraj College and he is also one of the founding editors of Willow, which is the annual literary journal of the English Department of his college. In addition to that, he is also working as a volunteer for SPIC MACAY, Hansraj chapter and NSS, Hansraj College.  When he is not busy doing online courses and testing his wits in quizzes, he spends his time juggling between playing the guitar and working on a screenplay that will probably never see the light of the day. #writersofinstagram #student #studentwriters #magazine #hansrajcollege #graphicdesigner #volunteer https://www.instagram.com/p/B-FBQnNDCP0/?igshid=qh0c0klq6rww

[thesunshinenotebook]

I'm caught in the vortex

Of my own mind

Helpless frustration

All of the time

Everything I like is wrong

Not because it's bad

But just because

It never stops

I talk too much

They hate everything I say

And it hurts because I know

I know that I'm a pain

I'm too shy

I don't want to be afraid

But still meek anxiety

Drives me insane

I want to make everyone happy

Be everything for them

But I just keep on failing

Again and again and again

I got sucked down the vortex

Vortex of a teenage mind

In this rolling, racing vortex

Questions are all I can ever find

This crazy vortex

Feels like a roller coaster

I'll fight through what comes next

This isn't over

In this cold and lonely vortex

I'll never be alone

God is here beside me

Guiding me back home

A gentle breeze in my mind

The softest hand holds my heart

My life is in His grip

He's held me from the start

I'm caught in the vortex

Vortex of my racing mind

In this colorful vortex

Everything will turn out fine

[arizonacolleen]

From journaling poet to fanfic writer. From fanfic writer to published writer. From published writer to first sold work... ...and back to writing. My bad, Howard Jones. Never, ever, ever stop working. 🖤🖤🖤 #poet #fanfic #studentwriters #dreambig #fiction #publishedauthor #firstsold #writerhustle #writersofinstagram #celebrations #celebrateyourself #supportlocalartist #localbookstore #localwriters #series #minuetneroseries #workworkwork #veuveclicquot #florence #inspiration #howardjones #kingsmanthesecretservice #kingsmanthegoldencircle #harryhart (at Wexford, Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5nl57PA5I1/?igshid=80nqwp0u60c1

[plagiarismcheckerx]

Did you Know Mosaic Plagiarism?

Changing a few words here and there or altering the sentence structures isn't just a plagiarism free card. That practice is known as mosaic plagiarism or paraphrase plagiarism. This happens when slight variations are made to make it look like there is originality or when small bits are sourced from different areas in the text and stitched together to deceive the reader with originality.

Now that you know, stay on the lookout and there are more types of plagiarism that you can learn about here in this video 'Types of Plagiarism Explained'

[braveboldbasra]

my college decision experience II

Hello bees! 

I’m part with part two of my college decision experience story. I just finished my freshman year at university studying Neuroscience (pre-med). When applying to schools last year it was stressful enough without a worldwide pandemic so I wanted to share my story in hopes of giving some insight into what deciding college is like. 

DISCLAIMER: I am NOT a college counselor or an expert in college admissions. I’m reflecting on my experience to provide insight on the process. I’m also reflecting on the AMERICAN college admission system. 

---------------------------------------------APPLICATION TIMES-----------------------------------------

The biggest piece of advice I can give any student applying for college is take advantage of THE SUMMER before your SENIOR YEAR. This time was when I truly took time to consider my future which was scary in hindsight, but I found ways to make it fun. 

First: Testing 

The not so fun part is testing and I used the summer to patent and pull up my test scores. It’s a great time because I don’t have other school work and can focus on testing. I took about two tests over that summer. The one thing to remember is that since it’s the summertime, there will be less test location available. I had friends who had to go to a different state to take their test and driving at like 4 am is not a vibe ;). I recommend picking test dates at the beginning of the summer because there will be more locations. It is really nice to have testing done in the summer because trust me things get intense after that. 

Visit/Tours 

The best way to get a feel for the campus is always to visit. Sadly due to current circumstances that may not be possible. That’s what is great about technology. I couldn’t visit most of the schools I applied to and that made me lose a lot of perspective. That’s what’s great about virtual tours. I also recommend talking to current students if possible. Some schools have programs where you can pair with a student, talk to them or video chat to get a realistic perspective of what life is like. This is a big thing that is very useful especially in the case you cannot visit. There’s no problem in asking questions. 

Let Senior Year Begin…………………………………… 

When senior year started I had a general list of schools that I wanted to app;y to, but not definite. One resource that was incredibly beneficial was college visits. This when admission officers from different schools visit your school. Now this may not be available in every high school, but in some cases, universities will post when they are in the area on their website. I got information on a visitation for the school I currently attend at another local high school and I actually got a free application from it. If you don’t see such information on their website, CALL THEM. Universities have phone numbers for a reason, to call and inquiry for information that can help in this life changing decision. Since school events are kind of up in the air, calling is a great way to see what this school has to offer.

Pros and Cons List Are Friends: I know I love lists and organizations, but honestly a good old spreadsheet can sometimes be your best friend. I applied to a total of 11 schools. To some that is a lot, and to some that’s not enough. For me, I can come up with this list based on factors I discovered while touring and researching schools. Now these factors are subjective to the programs I wanted to partake in. 

Factors: Financial Aid/Scholarships, Campus Size, Diversity, Study Abroad, Undergraduate Research/Clinical Work, Jobs, Academic Support 

This wasn’t everything that I based my decision on. There was also the X factor. That gut feeling you get when faced with someplace new. I am a STEM major who wants to go into medicine. While doing research into different schools, I looked at not only good programs for my major, but what they can help in view of my future. I’ve always wanted to do research and travel, but also am not oblivious to the fact that anatomy and chemistry might be a challenge. This list took me months to make, so take your time and find what’s important to you. 

From here I compared these factors for all my schools on a spreadsheet while also counting the biggest factor being money. I was able to boil down which schools I wanted to apply for to 11. 

Application Process: I used the Common App which is really useful, but also confusing, but the biggest thing in applying especially to a lot of schools is organization and pacing. There was a lot of essay to fill and a lot of files to send. What I did was separate the more important tasks like finishing the overall common information versus university specific essay. Then I prioritize when schools I applied Early Action and which schools I applied Regular Decision. From there I chose the applications that took the least amount of time to do first. Remember some schools require multiple essay prompts especially if you want to apply to Honors or Speciality programs. It’s all about timing and organization. Now applications are expensive to apply. The reason I was able to for so many schools was I got a fee waiver from Common App. These you can request to throw out your school or if you got a fee waiver for the SAT/ACT you can inquiry one for applications. Also be mindful of documents like transcripts and test scores. Sometimes they can take longer than the Common App and can cut the deadline short. I recommend submitting documents before your application because they do take longer and if you wait you may have to spend an extra $75 express delivery. When SENDING IN applications, it’s okay to keep an eye on those document statuses, but not too close. Once you send it in though, leave it to the college admission powers! 

Now Some REAL TALK……………………..

College admission is a system filled with unfair subjectivity that favors rich and connected people. I am grateful for the schools I was accepted into, but it was no piece of cake. 

I got into my dream school. I have known of this school for a while.

Close, but still far away from home. Challenging, but had the familiarity. I was really excited because it made me feel like all my hard work in high school paid off, but this is where that unfairness comes into play. I had applied to financial aid months prior, but there was an error. So I redid my financial aid on the phone and papers. Mailed them within a week of the paperwork made available. I was patient until about a month from decision day. I spent the following three weeks on the phone with their financial aid department until decision day where I was hung up three times. At that moment I committed to my current school. I would like to say this was isolated, but there are a lot of stories like. I learned that my dream school, not so much a dream school. It was terrifying and heartbreaking because I thought I made the best choice. Turns out I did. I committed to a school that I have family that went to it and I live down the street from. It tends to get a bad rep at my high school because I went to a competitive high school where a lot of students go to name brand schools. The thing is no matter the name is on your degree, what matters is having a degree. Don’t let anyone make your future feel smaller. I made that mistake and it caused pain. Your future is up to you. Don’t let anyone control that. 

I hope that everyone is staying safe at home and to all the students out there, I hope this helped. I went through a tough decision process and I made some mistakes, but I wanted to share it because everyone deserves as much as a fair chance at their future. I wish you luck on all your future and feel free to leave questions and I’ll help in any way I can.  

[sharingorangeslices]

Sharing Orange Slices

I came up with the name Sharing Orange Slices when I was reading the now-famous poem The Orange by Wendy Cope. 

"At lunchtime I bought a huge orange- The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave- They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.  This is peace and contentment. It's new. 

The rest of the day was quite easy.  I did all the jobs on my list  And enjoyed them and had some time over.  I love you. I'm glad I exist."

Before I read Cope's simple yet meaningful words, I never considered the impact of how something as simple as giving half of an orange to someone has the ability to be. I never realized how sharing an orange, or sharing a piece of myself to someone I love, could be healing. Sharing orange slices is giving someone else parts of yourself that you didn't even know existed. 

I wrote in my journal "In 15 years, I hope I'm living in a white two-story house with two cats and a dog. I hope one of the rooms has yellow ducks painted on the walls, in another I hope there's bright yellow flower's. I hope on Saturday's I sit in the backyard eating half of an orange. I hope I peel it carefully, pulling the all the white pieces off. I hope I save the other half for someone I love. I hope in 15 years I'll never have to eat an orange by myself." I still see myself in that backyard 15 years from now, and I still hope I don't eat the whole orange. 

But, it's not 15 years from now. Now, I don't have a white two-story house. I have one cat and no dogs. But I have a few people I trust to give the other half of my orange.

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