Hi, I’m Ben and I am a junior in Honors American Literature. I have written articles for the Hebron Review, and I look forward to working at Writers Block next year. I like writing creatively, and I especially like to write about sports. I tend to think on the bright side of life; furthermore, that is often reflected in my class discussions and my writing.
My name is Michael Tahiru ,a junior at Hebron Academy. I have a strong interest in reading and making critical analysis of books. Over the years, I have enjoyed and fallen in love with books that connect fiction to reality. Indeed they say the best stories are the true ones and I’m not surprised Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried remain one of my all time favorites. Some of the articles I have written have appeared in the HEBRON REVIEW and I look forward to working as a WRITER’S BLOCK editor next year.
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My name is Daniel Halloran and I am a junior at Hebron Academy. This year I wrote multiple essays for my class that I am proud of. These essays covered a variety of different books including some of my favorites, The Sun Also Rises, and The Things They Carried. I love to include humor in many of my narrative essays. I am also a boarding student hailing all the way from Massachusetts. I have four roommates who are all seniors and they are my closest friends..
I like reading #read #english #Crucible #Annotating #Honors #GreatGuy
Hi, my name is Hadwin, 
and I am a junior in Honors American Literature. I will be working at Hebron Academy’s Writers Block next year and have written articles of the Hebron Review, our school magazine. I enjoy writing creatively about my past experiences. Overall, I love helping people with their writing as well as creating my own.
Hello people,
My name is Lan and I’m from Vietnam. My last name is Pham and my middle name is Hoang but I never like putting all three of them together, therefore you can call me Lan Pham, which is the American way to call, or Hoàng Lan, which is more of a Vietnamese way to say I guess? Or just Lan is more than perfect for me!
Reading and writing were not of my best interest before, but Ms. Waterman is such a wonderful teacher I can’t help but wanting to have a deep understanding of any books possible. I have written an article on the Hebron review and some scenes in my school’s play, which I am very proud of. Even though I’m not very confident about my English as it is not my first language, I’ll try my best as I am going to be a writer’s block editor next year.
Thanks for visiting this blog and don’t forget to be awesome!
Hey guys! My name is Pashynce Love and I am a Junior at Hebron Academy. One of my passions is definitely writing. It can be anything, narratives, short stories, poetry, you name it. I let my memories and the nature around me inspire what I write, weaving fiction with nonfiction. I love to read, especially books containing symbolism, and enjoy pulling apart sentences and reading between the lines to get to the deeper meaning in things. I hope to be a writer on the side when I’m older, and want to travel the world, learning new cultures and seeing life. Next year I will be a Co-editor for the Hebron Review and an editor at Writers Block.
Quinn Woods is a dynamic 11th grader at Hebron Academy. He is a man of many passions, which include: football, the Boston Red Sox, his Honors American Lit. class, and writing creative narrative essays. His love for creative writing has won him a school wide writing contest and made him a runner up for another. In Ms. Waterman’s classroom, the connections he makes to language are as strong as his blocks on the football field.
My name is Avery, I am a junior at Hebron Academy, and I love creative writing. Books that have moved me thus far include The Things They Carried, The Road, and The Scarlet Letter. I love to use my scientific brain combined with my passion for literature to look in
depth at the texts we focus on. I am a self-proclaimed feminist and I am going to Africa this summer to empower women and girls in poverty to find their own creative voice. I believe the ability to create and find success through courage and pride is something every soul carries throughout life. I have been recognized scholastically for my writing and am very excited for my future in the English realm.
“Goodbye, see you in a few hours,” my mother said to me as she slipped through the back door of the house and out onto the patio.
“Bye,” I replied hastily, closing the door behind her and clicking the lock into place. The deadbolt slid heavily as it latched. Finally, I was home alone for the first time. No parents around to tell me what to do, or what not to do. I inhaled deeply, filling my nose with the familiar scent of home. Excited about my newfound independence, I could not decide what to do first. Of course, none of these things would be novel to me, but there would for the first time be no one looking over my shoulder.
I decided to watch TV. My feet guided me across the floors I had walked countless times, prodding the floorboards and eliciting high-pitched squeaks that echoed throughout the empty house. Turning on the TV felt foreign, as if I was doing something forbidden. For the first time I could watch anything I wanted without someone wanting to watch something else or yelling at me to turn it down. I stretched across the couch, another newfound delight, turned the volume up, and let my laughter roar across the room with each punchline and goofy act that played across the glowing screen.
Hungry, I slid off the couch, made my way to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator door. Cold air rushed at me and the bright light reflected off the clean, white interior. Nearly overwhelmed by the number of foods and my lack of culinary experience, I managed to nab the ham and cheese from the deli compartment. Food in hand, I marveled at the savory taste of the ham combined with the sweeter bread. I had never experienced this heightened sense of flavor when my mother made my food for me.
The basement stairs creaked under my feet as I began to discern the musty smell of the cellar. My freedom nearly over, I spent it shooting pucks free of harassment from my little brother. The dark rubber discs whizzed towards the net. Sometimes clanging off the dented and bent posts and many times flying past and into the cement wall already covered in black streaks. Through the narrow window near the ceiling the light waned until darkness prevailed.
Looking at the time, I expected to hear my mother returning at any moment. As the predetermined time of her arrival back home grew closer, I began to pace. It was past the time, and she should have been home by now. The hairs on the back of my neck rose. The empty house seemed larger, almost foreboding. The wooden home creaked and groaned as if warning of something. The sense of independence and freedom that I had had only hours ago was gone, replaced instead by nervousness and loneliness. I hunkered down underneath heaps of blankets and pillows. Cold sweat lined my palms, making them slippery. Shadows danced at the edge of my vision, and I snapped my head around trying to see something that was not there. Why wasn’t my mom home yet? Where was she?
A car slowing down, turned and grumbled up the driveway. I leaped out of bed and flew down the stairs. I glanced out the windows, nothing. Was it my imagination? The dining room, kitchen, mudroom zipped by me as I raced to the study to look out at the garage. The light in the garage winked off through the windows in the garage door and out appeared my mother, my little brother traipsing behind. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I calmly walked and unlocked the door.
Dear Little Sister,
Having survived our household already, I am here to give you a few tips as you learn how truly insane our family is. For a start, when mom tells you the specific way she likes the dishes done, let it go right through your ears. She enjoys repeatedly explaining it to you and making you redo them. That vein in her neck popping out? That means she’s happy to be teaching you still, so don’t mind that.
Oh and when mom tells you that you look beautiful and to have confidence in yourself, just ignore that. You should listen to society’s views on your appearance and judge yourself based on that. Always rely on others acceptance to determine your self esteem and use those opinions to change yourself accordingly. Just remember that mom is oblivious to what’s deemed pretty, it’s not like she’s our mother and has been around for years.
When mom tells you that you need to call the grandparents? You don’t need to. They’re old and withering, they won’t notice if you forget to call every once in awhile. You don’t need to waste your time talking to some old person that’s on limited time, it’s alright. You should be out with your friends at the mall, because we all know your friends in highschool are forever. So don’t feel bad for not calling, just tell mom that they can wait until you get back from the movies.
Mom seems to not understand what’s in fashion, I know. So when she tells you that your clothes are a little, well, showy, don’t mind that. She’s old and isn’t hip to what’s considered stylish. That top she hates that shows your whole stomach? Just wear it. You don’t need to listen to her rants about self respect and loving yourself without having to show your body. It makes more sense to copy the models and celebrities out there, try and look like them because then you’ll be happy.
So, Little Sister, I hope you’ve learned a lot from my thoughtful tips. Just be sure to remember that mom doesn’t know as much as you do, you’re obviously wiser than our experienced mom, who’s gone through all this already. When she gives you advice remember to take into account you and your friends thoughts on the subject as well, a couple teenagers put together ensure far better results than a mother who knows you and what you’re going through. After taking in all this useful information, I hope you now have a better understanding on how to survive your teenage years in the house.
Your wise Big Sister,
Pashynce
