Essays

Today mom has a lesson plan for me. Oh-no! She wants me to write an essay. Write an essay about what? I don't know. I am secretly hoping it is only one essay, but sometimes Mom goes overboard and gives about five essays for one day. Then it takes me until 7:00 to finish all of them. I guess I should practice writing one for this post. You know what? I think I will. Here goes nothing.

Snow

by Connor Peters

Today, at about 6:20 a.m, I heard hail. Call it what you want, sleet or rain, but I am sure I heard hail. I heard it pounding on the roof as if God himself wants to break inside our house and take me away. I took a peek out of the window. What did I see? Naught, but snow covering the ground like a sheet of of ice covering the racing river. I could see the icy white color of the snow. I could almost feel the damp snow covering me as I built an igloo. Oh the snow!
I could smell the icy air being sucked into my lungs. The smell of a blanket of snow covering the old country terrain filled my thoughts. I would, not for anything, want to give up that smell. I could smell it playing with my nose, swirling around my head, even from my bedroom window. Ah! Snow.
As I lay there in my bed, I felt that today nothing could go wrong. Even if I got in trouble, not even the screaming rampages of my mom, could drown out my Holiday spirit. The snow, December and Christmas carols are all a sign that Christ is being born, again after 2009 years. Christmas is alive.


How was that? I think it sounds more like a poem then a essay. *Sigh* I'll get it soon enough. I am excellent at creative writing, but when it comes to an essay, I struggle. I know how essays are supposed to be written. Introduction, three examples defending the point I am trying to make, then a conclusion. But I just don't seem able to do that.