Both John and Brock write stories for pleasure. Usually they are high-adventure episodes that take place in outer space or something like that. I think this has developed because of their increasing love for books. They just devour good books, and I’m thankful for that.
Writing has not, however, always been easy for John! He is such a detailed kind of guy! When he was little, he would just agonize over trying to put his thoughts onto paper. I remember one time specifically when he was supposed to use the word “blue” in a sentence, and he just struggled and struggled trying to think of just the right thing to write! During the past couple of years, John’s writing has really changed, and I think a lot of it is from the instruction he gets from A Beka Academy Language classes. They are not his favorite classes, but they sure have helped him to fluently and descriptively record his thoughts!
I asked John if I could put a sample of his writing on this blog, and he agreed to let me do that. He wrote this paragraph for an assignment in Mrs. Schmuck’s 8th grade language class. For this exercise, he was to write a paragraph describing the interior of some place. He was to include details that appeal to the senses to convey his overall impression of the room. Here is what he wrote:
The clinic’s waiting room seemed extremely rigid. There seemed to be an exceptionally large crowd in the room, a majority of which were anxiously glancing at the doors and the clock. No one was talking in tones louder than whispers. Even the few children that were there seemed to lack their normal rambunctious energy. The dull gray wallpaper and medical smells seemed to accent the tension. About the only sound to be heard well was the ticking of a clock. On the other side of a glass window, a few fretful nurses were shuffling around, staring at the floor while a doctor looked for something. A minute later he picked a file from a shelf. He pored over the papers that spilled out of it with wide eyes, pacing worriedly. Whispering something to a nurse, he stole out of the room into a long corridor. A nurse beckoned someone gloomily to follow her. Once the woman caught up with her, the nurse lowered her voice and told her follower the bad news. The woman fainted from disbelief.
Sounds like the beginning of a great story, doesn’t it?! I am so pleased with how well John’s writing is coming along. Maybe someday he’ll have to be the author of this blog! 😉