WA 5 2nd draft

Every thing is going according to plan. My ex is probably killing himself right now for letting me go. But that’s what he gets. After 7 years, a marriage is the only logical thing to happen. So for our 7th year anniversary what else would he give me but my diamond ring? Try a set of wine glasses. His defense was that I’d been telling him how much I wanted them, and they cost a fortune. What a sinister man, absolutely evil. He kept me in a relationship for 7 years, that he knew all along had no potential to grow into anything. So what better revenge than to get married to the richest man I could find. I bet he’s squirming like a squashed but right now, letting a catch like me get away, what an idiot. And the best part? The wine glass (singular since the other three I threw at his head. Ha!) he so “sweetly” gave to me will be stomped on at the wedding!
“Time to get married” My father yells into my dressing room.
I walk out and take my father arm and we head to the ceremony, the wedding procession goes out. Finally it’s my turn, the music peaks. Out I walk and sashay to my fiancé, this couldn’t be better. It’s all happening so perfectly and, ew why is he so slimy? Is he sweating? Great. Is he trying to mouth something to me? I love you, ok got it clearly you love me we’re getting married don’t be obnoxious. He slips the ring onto my hand, it’s hideous.
“I do” he says.
“I do” I say.
I do? Why? Oh right the perfect pay back. Is he wearing brown shoes, with a black tuxedo? So he might have horrible taste but he’s also unbearably petulant, and repulsive. Wait that’s not right, he’s rich and not afraid of commitment. Is that fungus in his ear? I feel light headed. My new brother in-law stands up and heads clumsily to the cup. Wait no! Don’t smash it! He’s handing it to the Rabbi; I’m clinging to this glass like it’s my own life. He puts it on the ground…

I have made a horrible mistake.

Smash.

Mazal tov

WA 5 draft 1

There are booms of happiness all around me. I reflect and image of pure joy. A woman in white, a man in a suit, a grand five tear cake, and smiling faces. My intricate grooves and indentations scatter the illustration until it is almost undecipherable, but I know. But no matter how beautiful the scene around me is I am at the center of it. People gasp when they look at me, their faces exclaim praise of my unwavering exquisiteness. Their looks of shock give me sensations of elation that could only be compared to the pageant I’m submersed in. My elegant design is flawless. I sit upon a long uninterrupted lustrous neck that cranes to see what’s happening even in the far stretches of the chuppah. I flare outwards into a draping goblet that looks like a facsimile of the bride’s skirt. The wedding procession begins. Women all clad in matching hideous gowns walk down the isle. Their facial expressions are thinly hiding their disgust over their outfits. A young girl walks down in a jittery skipping way. She flings out flower petals and then stumbles and the entire contents of her basket dump out into a pile in the middle of the pathway. The girl looks unembarrassed although here mother seeps anger out her ears. She knew one last practice was necessary. Then just as the music is reaching its peak an older man and the bride step onto the runway. She is donning an eloquent dress and a shimmering veil. She sashays to her future husband. There is no doubt that this is her day. She finally makes it to her fiancé who is sweating bullets. The music cuts off, children are shushed, camcorders are clicked on, and the Rabbi begins. People on both sides of the ceremony settle in for a long wait. Eventually the talking ceases and people realize it’s their turn. They acknowledge their que by cheers that seem a little too over zealous. A man stands up and fluffs his coat. He exudes fake importance; clearly he has taken the littlest job appointed to him to his head. He takes a step in my direction. Then another. And another. Just one more. His clammy hands grab me and fumbles around. I’m captured! I shine with excitement what are they doing, will they honor me as they should. I am handed to the Rabbi who handles me with much more care. He holds me to the audience. He is presenting me and people applaud. Not like the nervous “I wasn’t paying attention to what was happening but I guess you’re married now” cheers they displayed earlier. No! These were genuine claps that proved their need to glorify me. The Rabbi pulls out a long silk cloth from his robe. It is embroidered and breathtaking. Gently he starts wrapping me in it. I’m covered, and I can see nothing. I am cradled like and infant then delicately placed on the ground. I can hear the attendees counting down and a swoosh and then


“Mazel Tov!"

Final Draft WA4

Dear President Barrack Obama,
Congratulations on being elected as president of the United States of America! Your win was hard fought and so many Americans appreciated the hard work and dedication you put in to your campaign. I was extremely excited about your win. I am also hopeful for the changes you will bring. Although there are many pressing issues in the world today I think that there are a few that deserve more attention than the others. These include the economy, peace in the world, the public school system, and the environment.
As you well know the economy is not in it’s the best shape, and at the moment it is clearly the most urgent problem. Once we get the economy up and running again we can then help other countries. We must create jobs for people and help them become independent. Until then we are unable to do any lasting good in the world.
Peace is always a hope that people have. But currently in places like the Congo, Burma, and Darfur there are extreme cases of genocide and dictatorship. It is unacceptable that we can stand by and allow these mass rapes and murders to happen. There are so many people in these countries that could benefit from even the smallest bit of our help. America is a country that has the power to step in and help these people, and we need to.
America must focus on improving the public schools systems. When kids from public schools and private schools arrive at college there should be no discrepancy between the two. Studies should be done to determine what the major flaws in the schools systems and then figure out what we can do to fix them. School should be something that kids enjoy not dread. Children are surely the future and if we do not give them all the help we can America has no future either.
Lastly the environment is being destroyed around us and most people do not even know about the problem. We only get one earth and once it is destroyed there is no going back. It is our responsibility to take good care of the earth and do all we can to preserve it. America causes more pollution and waste then most countries. We must get the word out about this problem and all of its possible repercussions. We also must let people know all the things that can be done to prevent it.
I am confident that you can take these suggestions and apply them when dealing with these issues. I know that you are an extremely busy man, but I fully believe that these problems above the others deserve a higher level of attention. I wish you the best of luck and that this country, which has a history of being divided, will come together and unite to support you in the coming years. Sincerely,





Emily Poe