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

WA 4 draft 2

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 a more attention than the others. These include the economy, peace in the world, the public school system, and the environment. As I will explain I think that you will see how important they are too.



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 system. 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

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 a more attention than the others. These include the economy, peace in warring countries, the public schools, and the environment. As I will explain I think that you will see how important they are too.

As you know the economy is not in the best shape possible, and it is clearly the most urgent problem currently. 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.

Lastly America must focus on improving the public schools system. 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.

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, that has a history of being divided will come together and unite to support you in the coming years.

Sincerely, Emily Poe

wa 3 rough draft

Peace.
When a thousand screaming voice, meet comfort.
When no one dies from idle causes in dejected ways.
Peace is the absence of suffering, and fear, and hate.
In the walls of peace despair dissipates.
In the ways of peace anguish and agony are letters fit together with no meaning.
In peace the afflicted, agonized, ailing, disconsolate, discontented, distressed, downcast, forlorn, hopeless, hurt, ill, injured, melancholy, mournful, pained, pathetic, pitiable, racked, rueful, sad, sick, sorrowful, strained, suffering, tormented, tortured, tragic, troubled, woebegone, wounded, and wretched find solace.
The desolate halls of misery are torn down and rebuilt.
The whole world is torn down a rebuilt.
Peace cleanses us and makes us new.
When the world is washed with peace it will finally be restored.

The fragrant smell of warm homemade mashed potatoes wafts through the house. Thick yellow butter is slabbed on and melts into a puddle of lemon colored grease on the starchy dish. The roast is cut and waiting to be served, the beans float in their sauce like children overcrowding the local pool. Afternoon light seeps through; the sun is hanging low in the sky, like a hammock being weighted down. The temperature is dropping and a breeze chases through suburbia like children playing tag. The table setting could be from any high end house and garden magazine. Three plates, three napkins, three sets of cutlery, three place mats, and three oak chairs. One father, one mother, one son, one happy family. Dinner is served.

“How was everyone’s day?” says the father. His life is failing as fast as the economy. His money is gone, all gone, it’s been gone. What is he going to do with his life, how will he save himself? Money laundering, embezzlement, and tax evasion. These are the words that course through his head; they’re every crime he had been informed he was going to be charge with. Denial is no longer an option. How can he tell them, the family that trusts him? He’ll go to jail, that’s for sure, but was it worth it? Hadn’t he been better than this, wasn’t he destined for greatness? Why had he even committed these crimes? To keep his reputation and his pride. It’s all about appearances.

How was everyone’s day? The mother wants yell at her husband about how her day was. Her freshly manicured fingers twist her engagement ring and wedding band on and off her hand. Leaving. Gone. Done. That’s what she’d say to him. What a joke her marriage had become, a bitter lie, a bitter loveless lie. Why couldn’t he notice all she did for him, she deserved something better. She cleaned, cooked, and put on an act, all for him. She hated him for her life; she had been destined for more before he’d tied her down with a kid, and this horrible life. But she wouldn’t say any of this, just like she’d never leave him. It’s all about appearances.

How was everyone’s day? Like any of them cared. His family doesn’t get him. The son sits looking at the meat, he’s vegan, and his parents know but choose to ignore it. This house confines him, forces him to be someone he’s not. The walls and ceiling and floor make up his cage, his cold smooth barrier to the world. He’s destined for more than this. His family is clueless; they’re striped unicorns in his life, odd and unnecessary. Why do they need him to conform? It’s all about appearances.

And so they sit three people part of one whole. Wallowing in their self pity, drowning in it. The exact same people, with the exact same problems. Human shaped mirrors. They’re lives are unbearably hard, too difficult for anyone to understand. Each one consumed by them selves, narcissism plagues their lives. They’re happiness is a calculated illusion, because really it’s all about appearances.

wa2 draft2

The smell of warm homemade mashed potatoes wafts through the house. Thick butter is slabbed on and melts into a pool of grease on the starchy dish. The roast is cut and waiting to be served, the beans float in their sauce like children overcrowding the local pool. Afternoon light seeps through; the sun is hanging low in the sky, like a hammock being weighted down. The temperature is dropping and a breeze chases through suburbia. The table setting could be from any high end house and garden magazine. Three plates, three napkins, three sets of cutlery, three place mats, and three oak chairs. One father, one mother, one son, one happy family. Dinner is served.

“How was everyone’s day?” says the father. His life is failing as fast as the economy. His money is gone, all gone, it’s been gone. What is he going to do with his life, how will he save himself? Money laundering, embezzlement, and tax evasion. These are the words that course through his head; they’re every crime he had been informed he was going to be charge with. How can he tell them, the family that trusts him? He’ll go to jail, that’s for sure, but was it worth it? Hadn’t he been better than this, wasn’t he destined for greatness? Why had he even committed these crimes? To keep his reputation and his pride. It’s all about appearances.

How was everyone’s day? The mother wants yell at her husband about how her day was. Her freshly manicured fingers twist her engagement ring and wedding band on and off her hand. Leaving. Gone. Done. That’s what she’d say to him. What a joke her marriage had become, a bitter lie with absolutely no love. Why couldn’t he notice all she did for him, she deserved something better. She cleaned, cooked, and put on an act, all for him. She hated him for her life; she had been destined for more before he’d tied her down with a kid, and this horrible life. But she wouldn’t say any of this, just like she’d never leave him. It’s all about appearances.

How was everyone’s day? Like any of them cared. His family doesn’t get him. The son sits looking at the meat, he’s vegan, and his parents know but choose to ignore it. This house confines him, forces him to be someone he’s not. The walls and ceiling and floor make up his cage, his cold smooth barrier to the world. He’s destined for more than this. His family is clueless; they’re striped unicorns in his life, odd and unnecessary. Why do they need him to conform? It’s all about appearances.

And so they sit three people part of one whole. Wallowing in their self pity, drowning in it. The exact same people, with the exact same problems. They’re lives are unbearably hard, too difficult for anyone to understand. Each one consumed by them selves, narcissism plagues their lives. They’re happiness is a calculated illusion, because really it’s all about appearances.

The smell of warm homemade mashed potatoes wafts through the house. Thick butter is slabbed on and melts into a pool of grease on the starchy dish. The roast is cut and waiting to be served, the beans float in their sauce like boats in a bay. Afternoon light seeps through; the sun is hanging low in the sky, like a hammock being weighted down. The temperature is dropping and a breeze chases through suburbia. The table setting could be from any high end house and garden magazine. Three plates, three napkins, three sets of cutlery, three place mats, and three oak chairs. One father, one mother, one son, one happy family. Dinner is served.
“How was everyone’s day?” says the father. His life is failing as fast as the economy. His money is gone, all gone, it’s been gone. What is he going to do with his life, how will he save himself? Money laundering, embezzlement, and tax evasion. Every crime he had been informed he was going to charge him with. How can he tell them? He’ll go to jail, but was it worth it? Hadn’t he been better than this, wasn’t he destined for greatness? Why had he even committed these crimes? To keep his reputation and his pride. It’s all about appearances.
How was everyone’s day? The mother wants yell at her husband about how her day was. Her freshly manicured fingers twist her engagement ring and wedding band on and off her hand. Leaving. Gone. Done. That’s what she’d say. What a joke her marriage had become, no love. Why couldn’t he notice all he did for her, she deserved something better. She cleaned, cooked, and put on an act, all for him. She hated him for her life; she had been destined for more before he’d tied her down with a kid, and this horrible life. But she wouldn’t say any of this, just like she’d never leave him. It’s all about appearances.
How was everyone’s day? Like any of them cared. They don’t get him. The son sits looking at the meat. He’s vegan, and his parents know. This house confines him, forces him to be someone he’s not. The walls and ceiling and floor make up his cage, his cold smooth barrier to the world. He’s destined for more than this. His family is clueless; they’re striped unicorns in his life. Odd and unnecessary. Why do they need him to conform? It’s all about appearances.
And so they sit three people part of one whole. Wallowing in self pity. The exact same people, with the exact same problems. No one understands them, they’re lives are unbearably hard. Each one consumed by them selves, narcissism plagues their lives. They’re happiness is a calculated illusion, because really it’s all about appearances.