Log of Educational Activities

November 2007
11/1/7 Vocabulary at Freerice.org
11/5/7 ThinkDay Lego Simple Machines with Motors
11/5/7 ThinkDay Intro to Florida History
11/5/7 ThinkDay Chess
11/5/7 ThinkDay Creative Writing
11/8/7 Camping at Lake Louisa State Park
11/9/7 Camping at Lake Louisa State Park
11/10/7 Camping at Lake Louisa State Park
11/11/7 Camping at Lake Louisa State Park
11/12/7 ThinkDay Lego Simple Machines with Motors
11/12/7 ThinkDay Intro to Florida History
11/12/7 ThinkDay Chess
11/12/7 ThinkDay Creative Writing
11/13/7 Visit Hollywood Florida
11/14/7 Visit Hollywood Florida
11/15/7 Visit Hollywood Florida
11/16/7 prepare for Central Florida Soap Box Derby
11/17/7 Central Florida Soap Box Derby
11/19/7 ThinkDay Lego Simple Machines with Motors
11/19/7 ThinkDay Intro to Florida History
11/19/7 Presentation on John Ringling
11/19/7 ThinkDay Chess
11/19/7 ThinkDay Creative Writing
11/26/7 ThinkDay Lego Simple Machines with Motors
11/26/7 ThinkDay Intro to Florida History
11/26/7 ThinkDay Chess
11/26/7 ThinkDay Creative Writing
11/30/7 Doug Scull's Science & Nature Classes Fall '07 Lake Park Group

Creative Writing Class - Comedy Fiction

Awesome Space Story Deluxe

What happened to me? I’m in the cockpit of a space roach. What is a space roach anyway? Hey what’s that butterfly fighter-doing coming at me? It’s shooting at me. What happened, five seconds ago I was a space roach now I’m a flea running a human market! What it’s the end? Come on I can do better, don’t do this to me! Noooooooooo!!! Dramatic fade out.

Creative Writing Class - Autobiography

Life

I was born on a sunny afternoon in mid March. Perhaps if you saw me now you wouldn’t recognize me. My hair has turned long and black and my eyes have turned a dark brown. Perhaps if you heard my story you would think I was odd. I envy those few people that haven’t heard or seen the horrors of the world. The horrors that babies have never even conceived. I envy many things and many people and I know that I have sinned but it is a part of the cycle of life. At death we are relieved of many things. As though a bird was just let free from its cage as it flies away just a blemish on the golden sun that shines on everything. The curse of life will always be around and hope fully it will become a blessing: the blessing of life.

Creative Writing Class - Fiction

The Sun Will Never Rise

I once was feared by all, no more.
I once was king of the night, no more.
I once was something to behold, no more.
I will rise again somehow, at any cost, at any risk, I will rise again as king of the night, much like long ago when I was in Transylvania, haunting a young man, but much my rich status, he is no more. But I am not, not yet; I still wish to drain the blood of one last victim before I am no more. No need for that though, because soon, very soon, the sun will never shine. I am Dracula, be afraid of me, be very, very, afraid of me, king of the night.