Calebf++Letter

Dear Humanites Classmates, I am hereby going to tell you about my good writing experiences and the bad ones and I am also going to tell you my good and bad experiences of my reading! I want to tell you my experiences, so maybe when you are done reading this you will want to read and write more because of how funny, it actually can be, even if it can be sometimes boring. Although, it is not a dull, long, waste of time! Lets start with my good reading experiences.

When I was in the middle of playing my play station, my dad called me from upstairs saying to come up and read to my smallest brother Oliver to sleep. Great. Just great. This is going to be the worst time possible! “Dad, do I have to do it?” “I’m right in the middle of-” “Now!” my dad ordered! “Fine” so with that I turned off the TV and marched up stairs mumbling to myself. When I got upstairs I rush into Oliver’s bedroom. “Okay, Oliver. What do you want to read?” Oliver pointed to the book he wanted. SpongeBob Square Pants. Then he got into bed, pulled the covers over his head, and quietly waited for me to join him. I thought to myself, “That is just great I can’t wait to read Oliver a book. Wahoo! Yippee! I’m screaming with joy!” I said sarcastically. So I hopped into bed and started opening the first page. I thought to myself, “Well I might as well try to enjoy it as much as I can.” “Hey maybe I can add voices to it!” When I started to read the book out loud with all of these funny voices depending on who was talking, Oliver started to laugh hysterical! “Wow, I guess this isn’t that bad!” The more I read to him the more he got historical. Before I knew it, the book was finished! “Wow I actually liked that” I said to myself surprised! Then I said goodnight to Oliver and turned off the lights.

Another good experience was when I was three and I was sitting all alone in my bedroom waiting for my dad to come. “When is daddy going to read me a book? It taking forrrrrreverrrrrrr” I moaned and complained. It seemed like forever. “Tic tock, tic tock, tic tock, tic tock,” went the clock. The doorknob turned. Who could it be? Dad! “Finally you came! It like took a fudgedillion year.” “Five more minuets please Caleb, I almost done!” “Oh come on!” I said out loud! Here comes other snupplion years!”So I waited, and waited, and waited and waited. Finally he came in. “Are you ready now daddy?” “Yes.” “It’s about time!” “What book are we about to read?” “We are going to read this new book that I got. It is called the little //engine that could//.” So my dad started to read to me. I loved to book so much that he continued to read it every night. He read it to me every night because of what he told me when the book ended. “Caleb, even though when times are tough, when you are in the most toughest times you still say-“ “I think I can.” I continued. Throughout my life this motto has given me a lot of success and I hope to continue it that way.

For me I have not really had any bad experiences with my reading so, now I am going to tell you the bad experiences that I have had with writing. It started on a day like this. I woke up with the worst dream in the world that I have ever had. After I got dressed, I pretty much had no absolute appetite of whatsoever. By the time it was time to go, it felt like a rainy day with lighting at night inside of me! I got into my car and drove to school. The car ride seemed like days until I finally arrived. When I walked into my classroom I thought to myself, “What do I have to do to make my day better?” So, I thought, and I thought, and I thought, and I thought, and then I thought of an idea! “Maybe I should write my bad dream down. Maybe I should try to just let it out of me. I will try it.” So I decided to write it down and give it a shot. It took me a while, but when I finished, I felt a little better. The dream was really bad, so bad in fact that when I shared it with some of my friends they all said, “Wow, that is terrible.” I also read it to my teacher and it made her cry. Unfortunately, the dream never went away until a month passed by. I will never forget that horrible dream ever!

Lastly I want to tell you one of my good experiences of writing. One day when I was in class I had to make a poem for my mom. It was almost Mother’s Day. So I did. “Darn it I can’t think of anything. Ugh. This is going to take forever!” I moaned. “Think Caleb, think. It is not that hard to make a small poem.” It seemed like forever until I finally thought of an idea. “I know! I should make a poem about my mom. That should do it!” Eventually I finished. When I gave it to my mom it made her cry. Not because it was bad or anything. In fact, she cried because it was amazing.

Hopefully now you realize that even sometimes reading and writing can be boring but, in the end it always worth it.c