Young Writers Project's 4th Vermont Writes Day was held on February 7, 2013 in which thouands of students, teachers, administrators, staff, guests and other assorted young-feeling people in a variety of organizations took seven minutes out of their busy days to write something -- and found some way to share what they wrote. Many shared here -- 1,200+ posts!
SO FAR, we've heard from 80 schools that participated. Did yours? (Click on 2013 Participating Schools on right) And how did it go? Can you share with us a story, or reactions? Email YWP director Geoffrey Gevalt. THANKS! Here are a few of the comments we received:
“The students didn't want to stop writing!” ~ Lynne Manley, Milton High School
“We wrote in our AP Lit class, then everyone shared part or all of what they wrote. Love doing this in class!” ~ Margaret Slate, Grade 11, Peoples Academy, Morrisville
“I overheard several students saying that they planned to go back and write more from home… the idea that they left the experience motivated to write more warms my teacher heart!” ~ Lee Orlando, Hunt Middle School, Burlington
“Thanks to YWP for inspiring us to focus on writing. It is an immensely critical skill for students to practice and feel comfortable with. The prompts are excellent, the inspiration necessary and in the future it reminds me that our schedules need to allow for long blocks of time for writing during each and every school day!” ~ Sally Hayes, C.P. Smith Elementary School, Burlington
Thanks to VPR which aired an interview with me on Vermont Writes Day.
This year's prompts: (Make sure you select the appropriate tag!)
- Farming: Share a story about a farm or farmer that you know or an experience you’ve had on a farm and show why farming is important. *
- Robots: Incorporate this phrase in a story or poem: “But that all changed when the robots came…”
Climate Change: If you could make one change in the world to offset climate
change, what would it be? Or: Winning the fight against climate change is not
impossible because __________ happened. *
- Moment: It was a moment I will never forget… Finish the story.
- Freestyle. General writing on any topic in any genre.
* Watch youngwritersproject.org for upcoming writing challenges with CASH awards on these themes.
We will be publishing some of the best work from this day in our Newspaper Series carried by 22 newspapers and on vpr.net, Vermont Public Radio's Web site.
Remember if you ever have writing you want Young Writers Project to consider for publication, go to youngwritersproject.org
We want to thank again all the teachers, students, administrators and school friends who made this day so much fun for so many. I will soon be writing something on this year's event; in the meantime: A personal reflection on last year's Vermont Writes Day.
YWP Founder and Director
One day in the past, as I was traveling the old streets of my close-knit neighbor in the Dominican Republic, my 8-year-old heart asked my mom what was love. She couldn't answer me, and I know why, because everything about it it's too complicated, the whole deal with not being able to control your feelings towards someone. I guess she didn't have an answer because she couldn't figure it out herself; my parents divorced about 2 years later. For me, there's a sick but dark pleasure on wholeheartedly loving someone who doesn't love me, not even close. It's the little things about people that no one else notices that make me fall in love. It's the way they look down at the floor, or the way they walk, the way they search for things on their backpacks or pockets.
Before the robots, life was fun. You could play sports and go to school. You wouldn’t have to worry about robots coming and killing you. But that all changed when the robots came.
When the robots came they wanted to conquer everything. They blew up house and killed people with their machine guns. You would spend your days hiding while trying to find food and water. People would build booby traps. But their were too many of them. Life was terrible when the robots came. Then some new robots came…
When these new robots came they destroyed all the bad robots. They were very good robots. They printed money and donated it to charities and the government. Life was great when these new robots came. But sadly they died after three years.
It was a peaceful day, and everything was normal. But that all changed when the robots came. Until the dreaded hour. The looming shadow darkening the front lawn and lifeless flag pole. A big metal ramp sliding and clanging on the ground. A troop of iron clad intelligence banging on the gangway. Then they took their first steps, on our ground. Outside of the school where we were. Pedestrians and cars pulling over and staring at these metallic machines, that moved in a lifeless way. News crews and the newspaper came, taking pictures of the scene. I saw the machines approach our school from the window of Mrs. Gallagher’s Language Arts. They came inside, and school sure did change. Teachers assistants they became, replacing our regular teachers very slowly. They were very helpful.
This is the best time I ever had is when I got to meet my baby cousin Bromlei Allen Vance. I love him and his mom Cassie Vance and his dad Shawn Vance. My other aunts and uncles love him too. Oh, I forgot my other cousins.
A moment I will never forget is when my dad and my best friends sister got married. The wedding was on September 1st. My friend Makena and I were both in the wedding, we were junior bridesmaids and also the ring bearers. The wedding colors were purple and silver. Me and Makena wore purple dresses that had silver sashes, with silver shoes. I was so nervous when it was my turn to walk down the asile right after Makena. When we got to the end I stood with the Best man and the grooms man. Makena stood with the bridesmaid and the Maid of honor. I then started to remember I didn’t have a ring and neither did Makena. We stood until the justice of the peace asked for the rings, we stood speechless. She asked “Do you have the rings?” we said “no” and everybody burst out with laughter.
I get so happy when I ride are family horses and feed the chickens, cows, ducks and pigs! When I grow up I want to live on a farm with all kinds of animals. When I grow up I want to own a famous race horse. I want to have a farm with 25 chickens, 6 horses, 18 pigs, and 10 cows to grow up on a farm by making my own jelly and growing my fruits and vegetables because I want to eat my food that I grew. I want to grow my food and get milk from my cows and eggs from my chickens then go into town and sell them to get more money for my animals.
Tracks down prey
As quiet as a lion
It was the moment I will never forget. It is when my mom and dad got married. They got married when I was about seven years old. I was the flower girl. My brothers were the ones who carried the rings. My mom and dad had matching silver rings. It was one of the best days of my life. It was at my uncles house. We had a huge cake made for my parents. Like 5 cakes on top of each other. We had assigned seats. I sat next to my mama. My dad sat next to my great uncle. We each had a Chocolate covered strawberry. We ate a lot. Then when they got married everyone threw flowers and stuff and cheered. They have been married since. I love my parents.
I love the way his brown hair curls perfectly.
I love the way he smiles that beautiful smile.
I love the way his eyes light up when he laughs and has a good time.
He knows my name, and I obviously know his.
I love the way he says my name. He says it a certain way that nobody else does. Yet when he sees me and says hi, he doesn’t actually notice me. But I notice him. I notice his hair, his smile, his eyes. I see someone special, someone perfect. All he notices is...”her”.
Its just a school crush. Nothing big. But its so much bigger than you think. He's my world. And I'm just his friend. Maybe, not even.
My feelings for him are strong, so powerful, I would do anything for him, literally anything.