Concerned Parent

123 Main Street
Penticton, British Columbia,
V2A 3W1

May 25, 2011

Mr. Kleats
Central High School
123 Main Street
Sportstown, British Columbia
V2A 1W3


Dear Mr. Kleats;

My name is Kristen Warnock, I am the mother of Billy Warnock. I have a few concerns about my child's sports team. It would be greatly appreciated if you would take some time to read my letter.

I have noticed that some of the players have not received much playing time, the team would probably enjoy the game if everyone got to play more. I have also noticed that you seem to have difficulty organizing practises and arriving on time. I understand that you are probably very busy. Getting an assistant coach may be a good idea to help organize, and to have someone at practice before you arrive. The kids are wanting to have a good time playing, and practising with friends. It might be nice to try and focus on having fun. It would also be a more enjoyable experience, if you kept your voice down when talking to the kids.I greatly appreciate all that you do for my son's team and thank you for taking the time to read my concerns.

Sincerely,


Kristen Warnock

     I love my school. Everything about it is wonderful. The way it looks, and the way it smells. I don't understand why anyone would ever want to graduate and have to leave.

     The outside appearance of the school is beautiful. It's grey brick exterior makes it look inviting and friendly. Although sometimes it seems jail like, but I find that jails are comforting, it makes me feel safe. The interior of white walls, cream colored lockers, grey rubbery trim, and dirt covered dark red and cream floors complete it. While wondering through the long halls I find myself admiring every detail, from top to bottom. The smell of B.O. wafting from the bodies of tiny grade 9s, as they fumble down the hall. Mixed with the over powering scent of way too much body spray, and rotting growth within the school's lockers.
 
    Often mesmerized by the school's glow of perfection, I never want to leave. I will have to come and visit it's wonders many times once I graduate, I don't know how I will live without it.

First Dialog Ever

     "Wow, look at this," exclaimed Robert, "there are so many good deals!"

     "All you care about is your stupid newspaper." mumbled Nancy, she was tired of Robert and his great deal hunting, they already had enough tiolet paper to last a lifetime.

     "What was that you said?" asked Robert, still buried in his daily newspaper,

     "Oh nothing." replied Nancy, "Would you like some more tea?"

     "No, not right now maybe later"Nancy got up and went into the kitchen to get herself some more tea, as well as to give herself a few minutes away from Robert.

     Robert yelled , "Hey, they have bath towels on sale! Buy two get one free!"

     "Don't we already have enough towels?!"

     He yelled agian "But they are on sale!"

     "Ok, fine then, let's get dressed and go get your cheap towls." Nancy angerly stated. Twenty minutes later they where heading out the door. Robert full of excitment and Nancy full of anger.

Bully Problems at Princess Margaret?

          From the outside, it appears to be nothing but a jail-like building made of large grey bricks. On the inside is approximately 700 students going about one of their repetitive school days. Princess Margaret Secondary School is located in Penticton, British Columbia. Weather or not bulling is an issue is not yet known. Many times in school situations most of the bullying is not visibly noticeable.

          When students where questioned if their school had a bullying problem most replied with a "I don't know." or "No, our school doesn't have a bullying problem.". Even though most of the students are not aware, I noticed some acts of bullying during my visit. It was mostly verbal bullying, not the typical big kid to small kid but student to student, friend to friend, thought of as a joke and rarely taken seriously. When I asked the counsellors about the verbal bullying in their school, they stated that they almost never hear anything about it.

          Most of the time students don't notice bullying or take it seriously unless it is physical. At this point awareness needs to be brought to the verbal bullying at Princess Margaret Secondary School. The students seem to be happy and respectful, and don't even know which of them are bullies.

My Beautiful and Sophisticated College Application

People say I'm special. I'm not sure why, I do things just like everybody else. I enjoy scaling thirty story buildings, and then parachuting from the top. Soup is something I like to eat with a fork. One time I went around the world in eighty days. Then got home and decided to do it again.

The peak of Mt. Everest is one of my favorite hangouts. I also went to the moon, but that's a long story. I once made pigs fly just because someone said they couldn't. Oprah is my neighbor, but only on weekends. I like long strolls. I don't eat birds. Most of my belongings come form the mystical sea caves on the shore of Uganda. 

 Sometimes people call me the ninth wonder of the world. I don't speak two languages, I speak five. Every once and a while I will swim over to Europe to do my grocery shopping, and maybe pick up a new toaster while I'm there.

I study for tests by sleeping on my books, and I  get 99.8% every time. My pen was carved from the twig of the rare purple leafed flog tree. And the ink is from the most rare starfish squid. One of my favorite pass times is teaching beached whales to swim. I also love to frolic through wheat fields, while I knit socks for all of my cats.

These are just a few of the things that have made me who I am today. At the age of seventeen I hope for many more accomplishments, and hopefully one of them will include getting into college.

Grade 12, The End

This is it, the end of all I know. My grade twelve English teacher just asked me to write my first paragraph for him. The intense moment of not knowing how to start is in the past, now it's figuring out the middle and then the end. I've never been very good at writing. Its kind of scary. The thought of possibly being judged for the words I write or just the thoughts that come out of my head is not pleasant. Maybe its the part where I'm not quite sure of what is expected. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter because I'm going to have to write it anyway. Hopefully I didn't do to bad of a job considering this is my first of many terrifying paragraphs to come.