Stuff from my 2nd Class Copy Book

[Yufster]

Okay I spent about 2 weeks in 2nd class in primary school, which I can't even remember, before my parents took me out of school completely and continued to home educate me. So I only have two weeks of second class work.

 

So I found this old copy book for school and read it and cringed. Here is the following extract, completely unedited.

 

it was a cold starry night. the bitter black sky hid the full moon. i was looking out of the window of

my office. it was tuesday.

my office was a mess. there was paper scattered every were and layers of dust over my desk. i was a private

investigater. my name was ian night.

it was that night that a young women nocked on my door. she looked worried.

whats wrong? i asked.

she sat down.

i came here because there are people after me she said. they look like there not from this planet.

you mean like aliens? i said

yes but there not green, they look like people but they can change the way they look she said

i rubed my chin and though hard. then before i new it, she had morped into an alien. quickly i hit her and

she fell on the ground. i dont now why she try to kill me.

 

It ends there. It must have been an english assignment. I used to love writing stories, but I never got past the beginning. My first ones were generally about Detectives living in messy Offices and solving Murders/Abductions, only they never got past the first page. I also wrote an entire book based on the game Comanche: Max Overkill, featuring Ian Knight, a... pilot. I wanted this book to be made into a game so I wrote it like this:

Ian picked up the stone and used it on the dog. The dog barked and ran off. Then Ian picked up the rope and combined it with the stick. He threw the stick and it caught onto the ledge. He climbed up. He went into the new room and looked around.

 

I figured this way, Lucasarts and Sierra would be able to easily spot the potential my story had and fight over who got to make it first.

 

Hmmm.

 

So this thread is for people to recite parts out of their old school copies or dairies (ESPECIALLY diaries!!!) so the rest of us can laugh at you get to know that inner child.

 

EDIT: There's some maths in here as well, mostly 1 + 3 = 5 types of sums. Some subtraction too.

[scabb]

I think my school stuff is dead and gone. I hope not.

 

I remember writing a kind-of "fan fiction" of the Roald Dahl novel "The BFG", and in order to transform my clearly plagiarised characters into original and inspired creations, I cleverly switched their names around. 'The BFG', for example, became 'The FBG'. My work came back with all the names corrected, and that was the day I truly learned that copyright infringement is wrong. :~

 

I can also recall my teacher submitting a Christmas poem I wrote into a contest of some kind when I was in year5. I have to dig that up, I was actually quite proud of it. ; I'm not sure what happened with the contest, but I know that it got into a "special book", with no less than a million other poems. And I could've bought it at a mere £39.99!

[Joshi]

I couldn't find anything past 3 years ago, sorry.

 

This is the first thing I wrote for Literature three years ago on September 18 entitled Chapter 1 (that's what's at the top of the page, crossed out and everthing)

 

Entry1, 14th November, 1923

Upon recieving my new journal, quite alot of events have become of me and I havn't been able to even start on this journal until now. But I am geting ahead of myself, I am detective Gandalf Smith (what was I thinking, I'd never even heard of LOTR) and am at this moment trying to solve a cafe (this is what my 's' looked like for some reason, go with it). I am hoping that writing this journal will help me with this and many other cafes as I can read what I have written and can hopfullu see some unknow clue.

My case is a murder of which there has been many latley but have all come from different people who are all in jail so I can't suspect any of them. The victim was a Mrs Bakely who for some years now has owned a reasonably succesful fabric shop.She had just inherited the wealth of here incredibly wealthy Aunt who had died a month ago. Being the only living reletiv Mrs Bakely (widow of 16 years) inherited the money, but just a week ago she v here body was found shot lifeless on the floor. She had no living reletives whatsoever so her money went straight to the bank but the bank manager hada perfect alibie, me!

Why would anyone else do it, Mrs Bakely was loved by all people so it wasn't by any kind of revenge and other than the inheritance money, she had nothing worth taking and according to the police who found the body nothing was taken.

 

I love my complete lack of structure and my usage of very little punctuation. Go me (and this was handed in to a teacher who jokingly suggested an agent to me, obviously not for this, although I probably could find the story to which she wrote that.)

[Benny]

Heh yes scabb I remember plagiarising The Hobbit when I was 11. I recently found an old poem I wrote, it was about a fox and no theres no way in hell I'm posting it.

[Remi]

Dude! You're so posting that!

[scabb]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours ;