By Lucy Tirahan
This week was entitled 'Identity Crisis' and revolved around the struggle for young people to find their identity in a world consumed by social media. We looked at how the tendency to compare ourselves and our lifestyle to the ones we see online could lead to a dangerous cycle of greed and insecurity. This first task was to write a poem with the repeated refrain 'I am...' at the start of each sentence, the students had to follow the refrain with something personal that they felt contributed to their identity; I encouraged them to look at the small, insignificant details as they are often big parts to who we are. Secondly, the students completed a poem based around the theme of 'comparison', some went down the social media route, where others chose to look at comparison in nature.
I am a geek-freak
I am a book worm
I am the only person who has a favourite element- Potassium
I am a total harry potter fan
I am the heart of my family
I am a panic-generator when tests are around the corner
I am a Nandos maniac
A typical Bollywood drama queen
I am a hilarious hippopotamus
I am Ayesha
I am the biggest science nerd/enthusiast ever.
I am a very stressed person when it comes to tests or assessed tasks.
I am a very doubtful person towards myself.
I am never going to feel like I can be good enough.
I am not what I seem to be.
I am an owner of my blood,
I am a pea’s hater,
I am a smile on my face,
I am the oldest sister,
I am always there,
I am a ROBLOX fan,
I am my mother’s mashed potatoes,
I am simply me.
Activity 2: Comparison poems
She scrolls through her Instagram feed,
Admiring all their complexions
But really do we know that this is a cover over their imperfections?
She looks into the mirror,
And brushes her delicate hand over her rough skin
Feels the tainted bumps of jealousy
And tries to scrape them off,
Releasing the hate
A tear swelling in her eye
She puts her account on disguise
Comments on how their face made a baby cry
You see me and you think that I am calm am never has a worry,
But you don’t know the truth I rented everything and is so poor I couldn’t pay them, sorry.
When you see me you think three hours of work is what you would spend,
Even though I am the person without a single friend.
You want to be me because you think all these riches being mine is true,
But I am the poor, lonely that desires to be you.
All over the magazines,
All over your phone,
All these perfect people,
Aren’t as perfect as their shown.
We feel jealousy going through our veins,
This dreadful imposter,
Is always on your case,
Yes, the green eyed monster.
These photos are photo shopped
They are all fake
This is all done
For the money that they make
By Lucy Tirahan
For Week 10 the theme was 'A Trade For A Trade' where we discussed the concept of exchange in the world and how we can intertwine this concept with revenge. For the starter activity, I showed the students a well-known quote by Ghandi that states "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind" and asked them to follow this stimulus with their own examples voicing a similar message. Over the past two weeks the students have been working on a piece where they have created their own solar system (due to the recent discovery of our new solar system in our universe); these pieces form the main activity for this week and last week.
'“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” - M.K Gandhi
‘A bribe for a bribe makes the whole world poor.
A compliment for a compliment makes the whole rejoice.
An insult for an insult makes the whole world cry.
A life for a life makes the whole world desolate.
“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” - M.K Gandhi
A word for a word makes the whole world speechless.
An ear for an ear makes the whole world deaf.
A blood for a blood makes the whole world alive.
A trade for a trade makes the whole world fair.
“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” - M.K Gandhi
A friend for a friend makes the whole world friendly.
A voice for a voice makes the whole world deaf.
A life for a life makes the whole world empty.
Love for love makes the whole world smile.
Activity 2: Solar System
The Zttrium Solar System
In my solar system there are 118 planets each with 1000000 inhibitors and in this galaxy all males are actually sensible and not inappropriate, instead of just a few. Each planet is made entirely of an element in the periodic table people are able to change their form into one animal only but me and all my friends and family can change into any animal eg: falcon, seal, lion etc. Every planet has its own activity for example on Mercury you can surf everywhere, on Bromine you can go scuba diving and on francium you can go rocket jumping (provided you have water).
On Blood planet the whole thing will be made of juicy blood. There will be life and I will be the ruler and if anyone annoys me they will be sent to prison and if they don’t make it up by 5 days I’ll use their blood for my planet and it’s food. Although some of it will be fake blood; however, most of it will be real and almost everyone is welcome there.
If you look on the bright side of mine (which it already is for me) then when you get hurt I could use the blood to help you if you need it. Don’t worry, what I’ll do is that all the blood will be separated into each group. The blood there will always be clean and if you want you can play in it. It’ll be like a blood swimming pool.
The Solar System
Being the first compound,
Means I’m number 1,
I have to take all these elements,
And make them fun,
And be careful,
Because the toxic ones,
Will turn against us,
Turning us to dust,
But even as dust they couldn’t kill us,
Cause we can’t break down,
First let’s make some compound friends,
And make the first planet,
Fun till the end,
Mercury we named it,
Not suitable for life,
For it was too close to the star,
Who would give and destroy life,
Her name was sun,
Beautiful as can be,
But mercury was mean,
Making all the planets,
Bow before him,
Next was the protector,
Venus was his name,
Stayed strong against mercury’s reign,
He wanted a friend,
So Icey Earth was made,
Perfect for life,
So the human race began,
Venus had a job,
Earth wanted everyone to have a friend,
So seven were made in the end,
Mars was made to please the Earth,
Next was the biggest,
A gas giant and a tornado will fit right down there,
The ‘big red spot’ we’ll call it,
As rosy as her cheeks,
Then her little sister,
Saturn is her name,
Gorgeous rings around her waist,
Uranus her twin brother,
Blue as can be,
And freezing cold temperatures,
You’ll freeze straight away you see,
Neptune was the last to made,
But watched over,
Like a big brother.
In a universe far away,
In a place which will take you eras to reach,
In a place where you will never be able to imagine,
Is a place that’s beyond your dreams?
There is no science,
Or plantations of beings
Or the gloominess of planet earth
And this I will be guaranteeing.
Here, in this magical kingdom of mine
Is a visit you can never deny
This is the home of my seven planets
Where the level of fun is manic
By Lucy Tirahan
Our creative class has now started up again and it's great to see some new faces as well as people from previous classes. As always I like to take topics which are relevant to the students and so the theme for week 9 was 'Feeling Under the Weather'. With the recent event of Storm Doris I thought it would be interesting for the class to write diary entries from the perspective of a storm. We looked at different perspectives in depth during week 2, so I thought it would be interesting to see how they could implement this knowledge into this particular task. I hope you enjoy reading them and look forward to the rest of the pieces coming in 2017.
I was scouting the area, trying to find prey and divulge them into nothingness… The naïve children were flaunting around foolishly- unaware of their devastating fate. I didn’t let on about the fact I was about to up rise but I attempted to trick them into thinking they were safe; for now at least… Of course I was agitated of waiting but I knew it was intelligent of me to not make my move yet; it was in my best interest for them to die with nothing but a thought of “What even happened?” The children started to leave which was perfect because I was now at the brink of depression and now I was going to finally make my move…
There was a strike of wind to get them ready- I needed to test their strength to see how powerful the shock should be, usually I would just go full out and penetrate them with all my power and all that would be left is a speck of dirt, however today I was feeling generous.
I was feeling very mad because I was very sick yesterday and all my friends went to the wind park without me and I got so angry I decided to create a storm for the people living on the earth. I decided to fly down to people and I span and blew them away I had very mixed emotions at this point because I was feeling agitated but devastated at the same time. I decided to blow harder and the wind rose really high. It grew higher and higher and it blew so fast.
I was still feeling under the weather so I decided to carry the storm on for the rest of the day. The little humans were blown away in the cold and they were freezing and could barely walk. I saw their hair flying all over the place.
Bye Diary, Arwa
At this point I’m thinking what the point, I know what you’re thinking just a bad day, well no it’s the worst day in the history of my hurricane days. Today I gave as much wind as a hundred windmills could give practically pushing the tiny humans off their feet. This made me feel better for a few seconds but never really warmed me up inside it almost made me feel worse than I already was. Over time I got more and angrier and I didn’t want to be angry nor be happy.
I looked down and saw the little humans happy all gathered around with their friends but I was up here all alone unhappy blowing wind at them to ruin their fun as I didn’t have any. My heart felt like a huge hole had been dug inside and my soul had turned dark cold stone dark, I wondered why I was feeling this way, I wanted a hug hole to come and suck me up, I hated my life up in the sky it was sometimes so brilliant and sometimes it could be terrible.
I wasn’t feeling very well the other day, there was simply too much evaporation, I couldn’t control it and I became a storm. I wanted to say “hi” to the birds and trees in California like usual. But they were all afraid, I wondered why and moved away. The echo of breaking news in America said that my name was “Doris”, I tell you they weren’t even close! My name is Ticute because when I was born I was the tiniest little cloud and my mum thought I was the cutest of them all. Upset I ran to England, to the docking bay of Blackpool. They called me “Doris” and said my winds were fierce and strong. So I strolled across England, in a sombre manner. I don’t know why they are complaining when it’s my feelings they’re hurting. I will talk to you again dearest diary, when I am a cloud again.
Today I realised that I could make everyone’s life- hell. With my strong windy fatalities, I could hit them with my robust blows that will destroy them. I wanted to destroy the world, people felt scares and intimidated of me- my life couldn’t get any better! I chose today to be the day; as, today is my birthday! My name is Doris, every day I feel that people aren’t scared of me, not even one bit. My friends (the windy family) have come to see me as well as my parents and my brother. The windy family like the idea of having a life without humans, just us in one place. We plan to destroy every living thing on the planet.
I feel so agitated right now to an extent where I feel like ripping the living soul out of any object or being around me. Those heartless pea sized humans and their gadgetry worthless thingamabobs! Those things cause so MUCH gases and heat and I just can’t endure it, I have to form, I just can’t stop forming no matter how hard I try…
No, don’t get me wrong I’m not favouring humans, I try and make sure they suffer the most to get a piece of their own medicine. Though I solely worry about the allies of the weather clan, dear friends of nature, the plants. Unfortunately, they also have to go through so much purely because of the gadgetry chaos those humans have ruthlessly arisen, they have to experience hardship. How long is thing going to stretch on for?
Anyway, I’m going to show them whose boss, even though those humans think so much of themselves…catch you after I’ve created destruction!
It feels so good. People always say I’m horrible and they curse the day I was born, and they may think I don’t care but I do. Storms are living breathing things we breathe in hot air, blow out cold air and travel the world. I used to feel sorry for the people who were terrorised by me, but they insult me so now I destroy everything they worked on, everything they love and I DON’T CARE. Now I only feel power and you will forever feel pain and suffering.
This week has been the best for me by far! But, it hasn’t all been great. Sun tried to get on the scene quite a lot too when really, I wanted Rain to show up. Rain said she was too busy battling with Snow over who gets to take over Hayes when she was oblivious to the fact that I needed her help. Without Rain, I haven’t achieved a lot-I only managed to knock down a few trees but only killed one lady from Wolverhampton! My parents, Tornado and Hurricane, have really not been proud of me lately and they said I was underachievingL. I wish Rain was here; my life would be so much easier.
Anyway, I have to go; my next stop is Hounslow and it is quite far away from where I live. Wish me luck!
Our Creative Writing Teacher
I'm a student in year 12
who is passionate about writing and hopes to become successful in the industry when I'm older.
I am lucky to have been provided with many opportunities throughout school to explore this skill and take it further. Writing is often seen as an unstable career but many people have inspired me to stay committed to something I love and to keep my drive, purely because it is with drive and dedication that you can overcome what is deemed impossible.
I wanted to do something which would inspire younger years to take up creative writing, as I truly believe it is an art that can help you develop many skills and force you to think outside the ordinary.
I also believe that younger people have not been provided with a sufficient platform to make themselves heard, this blog is an alternative platform. I now run a creative writing club with Heston West Big Local once a week where I work with students aged 11-14 on creative writing pieces.
They are all incredibly talented and each individual manages to write from a unique perspective. Each week we will upload their work, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy working with them.