Everyday Morning Or Not?
By Iryna
Part 1: Context and Reflection
Part 2: The Piece
Part 3: About the Author
Part 1:
I am doing one of my slice of life writings. I want to show off my slice of life story because I think that it is more appealing than any other thing I write. I choose to do a slice of life because it needed some editing and I thought I can do better to make it more appealing. In my editing I rechecked my GUMS and tried to make old often used words into new not usually used words. I think that these changes make the writing better because the writing gets more appealing.
Part 2:
Today morning I slipped out of bed as easy as a knife slides through melted butter. I usually don’t get up even if I put on five alarms, minute after minute. I hop over to the sink in the bathroom and gently push the water into my face. Soon after I squirt some paste onto my toothbrush and move it in my mouth as if it was mint candy then wash it out with a waterfall of pure, gentle water wave. I glide to my room and open the desk. I reach inside my hand reaching farther and farther. I finally grab it, the lotion I need. Spread it on my hands. The smell of ripe strawberry sitting in the sun charging it’s battery of sweetness.
Part 3:
I am Iryna, a student in Dewitt Middle School. In class of English class, with the teacher Mr. Scott and Ms. Sherman. I think I did better than the beginning of the year because I learned about things I haven't yet known when it was the beginning of the year.
I am doing one of my slice of life writings. I want to show off my slice of life story because I think that it is more appealing than any other thing I write. I choose to do a slice of life because it needed some editing and I thought I can do better to make it more appealing. In my editing I rechecked my GUMS and tried to make old often used words into new not usually used words. I think that these changes make the writing better because the writing gets more appealing.
Part 2:
Today morning I slipped out of bed as easy as a knife slides through melted butter. I usually don’t get up even if I put on five alarms, minute after minute. I hop over to the sink in the bathroom and gently push the water into my face. Soon after I squirt some paste onto my toothbrush and move it in my mouth as if it was mint candy then wash it out with a waterfall of pure, gentle water wave. I glide to my room and open the desk. I reach inside my hand reaching farther and farther. I finally grab it, the lotion I need. Spread it on my hands. The smell of ripe strawberry sitting in the sun charging it’s battery of sweetness.
Part 3:
I am Iryna, a student in Dewitt Middle School. In class of English class, with the teacher Mr. Scott and Ms. Sherman. I think I did better than the beginning of the year because I learned about things I haven't yet known when it was the beginning of the year.
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