A student of mine writes about her self image.
My image is white. White means glitter, truth, objectivity… I am very strange. I am do not planning. I just do inclined self or ask other people. I have truth for other people. I’m greeting to other adults. And I’m extremely obstinate. I am elementary school grade 4th. We eat dinner with relation. I said “I want sit here.” but, mother said, “No.” Finally, I am sit there. This is, I want to do, I do until end. I am uneasiness. I am coward. At saturday, I talk with church sister and friend about scary stories. I don’t like scary. I listen scary stories to other people, so, I don’t close window. My sister day, “You are fool and coward. It’s not scary!” As a result, I hit my sister. But, I’m really thank My sister.
I didn’t give her high marks for organization, but I told her it was a very vivid essay that had almost poetic properties. Which is what I think.
