Angelina's Story poem #7                                   

The 6th Grade Year

New on October 27th,

Tuesday,

everyone was excited.

The new kid--yay! 

Throughout the year,

there was good and bad.

Friends and enemies,

happy and sad.

Pajama Day,

was as fun as a dream.

It felt like my old school.

That's what it seemed.

There was a girl,

she was an angel.

She thought I was smart,

and good at art.

That made me happy,

like a smiling sun.

As I walked home,

nothing could stop the fun.

The grass was a blanket,

the rain was a gem.

I gazed at the flowers,

the petals and stems.

And on my early birthday,

amazing as an adventure.

Compliments continuously came.

 I felt better than fame.

                      ~Angelina Lambros 

Angelina's Story Journal #7 

        I wrote "The 6th Grade Year" as a memoir poem of much of the 6th grade year. I described how I was new to the school. How I still remember when it was: October 27th, 2015, Tuesday, 8:30. I explained how everyone was excited to meet me. "The new kid--yay!" I explained how there was good and bad throughout the year. "...good and bad...happy and sad." 

         In my poem, I gave examples of days that I felt glad on. Such as Pajama Day and my early birthday. I used a simile about Pajama Day. "Pajama Day was as fun as a dream." During Pajama Day, I felt nostalgic, in a good way, about my old school. I had Pajama Day in my old school too. "It felt like my old school."

         I used a metaphor describing a girl in my class that she was an angel. This is because she thought I was smart and good in art. This makes me glad because I think of my old school. In my old school, a lot of people said I was an artist, very smart, good at singing, and a fats runner. I was glad someone in my new school thought that way about me too. I felt so happy that the grass was like a blanket, and the rain was gems. I also described my early birthday, at school, saying that it was amazing. I used the alliteration "amazing as an adventure," and "compliments continuously came." I even used  a hyperbole that it "felt better than fame."