Monday, November 26, 2012

Writing Conference (Along with Writing Goal)

I stepped into the museum, magnified by the art surrounding me. Children my age walked around with the same expression on their face as mine- amazement.
I was invited to the state writing conference sometime in the beginning of the year, not knowing how many people were invited. In one word? Hundreds.
We start off splitting up, then sit down at our assigned table with about 6 other students all from different schools. We all introduce ourselves, then put a name badge on.
Next, we make our way to the theater. We watch a 30 minute video of how we would be writing that day. We were to write a non-fiction story of 300-500 words, reflecting on something which recently happened. Soon after the video, we branch off into our groups once again. We scavenge around the museum for about two hours, looking at different pieces of art as we went around.
Once we find a piece that inspired us to write a non-fiction piece, we found a spot around the museum and began to prewrite for an hour. We were to prewrite however we wanted, as long as it was organized and easy to read.
After that, we head to lunch. Hundreds of boxes of pizza sat before us, awaiting our arrival. It is just sitting there, getting cooler by the second. Finally, they dismiss our table, ours being one of the last.
We finally arrive at the table of pizza, having the choice between sausage, pepperoni, and cheese. Everyone starts to grab at the food like hungry apes who have gone hungry, leaving minimal food left. At least, everything but pizza.
We sit down once again, devouring our food to the last crumb. After all is gone, we go and start to write for 2 hours.
Soon after the writing, explore the museum once more, able to look at our inspiration and other art pieces. I go into the infinity chamber again, this time having it be much more enjoyable. Why? I have no clue.
We were then to sit down and start our final draft, having it be double spaced and written as neatly as possible, this being so the publisher could read our handwriting.
After we finish up writing, we have to wait for everyone else to be done with their work. Once they are done, we make our way out to the busses, then are transported back to our school.

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