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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 9:27 pm
Syllabus for Creative Writing
Professor:
Nicolai Reinhardt
Contact:
Living in town at the Talon Hotel's condo suite on Briar Bulouvard. Come by any time, even if you think it's too late. If it's an emergency, my door is always open. E-mail address is reinhardt.nicolai@nsa.org. I will give out the number to my hotel room only if I see it as a suitable action.
Office hours:
Monday: On campus till 9pm
Tuesday: On campus till 9pm
Wednesday: On campus till 9pm
Thursday: On campus till 9pm
Friday: On campus till 9pm
Saturday: 10 AM until 5 PM. If I'm not in my office, I'm at lunch or in my classroom.
Sunday: All day until midnight preparing lesson plans.
Rules:
- Pay attention while I'm speaking. I don't open my mouth because I like to hear myself talk. You'll have plenty of time to work and chat if you listen the first time.
- The journals have been hand-made by me for you. Don't lose them, because if they are not turned in, you won't get any points at the end of the semester.
- The reference material on the shelves are for just that: reference. They are not there for you to copy. They are there for you to get an idea of how I want your assignments and projects done. Copying the reference material will result in an absolute F for the entire unit.
Grading:
A (90-100%)
B (80-89.9%)
C(70-79.9%)
D (60-69.9%)
F (0-59.9%)
Assignment Categories:
I will be basing your final grades off of how you do grade-wise in 3 categories.
Classroom participation and in-class work (25%)
Out of class work/participation (25%)
Journals (20%)
Final (30%)
Each day an assignment is late, I will deduct 3% from the grade. It may not seem like much, but it adds up quickly. I may make an exception if you give me a persuasive excuse. And, no. "My dog ate my homework" is not a persuasive excuse.
Receiving a recommendation for the upper level class:
To be accepted into my high level creative writing classes, you need to receive a C or higher as a final grade (that is at least a 70%). If you do not get that grade, next semester you will have to find a different class to take in this time bracket. Extra credit can be given if you need it, but be warned you will need to make a very persuasive argument as to why you think you deserve the opportunity and the extra credit will not be easy, so please try to maintain a good grade by doing all the work.
Journals:
Private material. The purpose behind your journal are to treat it like a diary. They were created so I can better understand the minds of my students, so do not hesitate to write about anything personal that you can't say aloud. I will not judge, and I will not think bad of you. Of course, the contents of your journal are your choice. They will be handed in at the end of each semester for a grade. The only ones who will be reading it are you and myself, unless you so choose to share it with another person. I will not even allow our principal or school counselor read them, no matter the contents. If I see something that may prove to be a threat to yourself or others, I will take it upon myself to talk to you about it. In no way, shape, or form will anyone ever learn about the contents of your journal from me.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 10:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 8:18 pm
Can I take you and lock you up in my locket so I can keep you like I did my parents? DEMICONA MADANDAH  → Will you let me read you like a book? → Will you take me for who I am? → Will you look into my real eyes? → Will you accept to be the one I lock safe in my locket? Let me read you like a book. Let me read you like a book. Demi dashed in just before the bell had rung a second time and took her seat swiftfully, pulling out her supplies, ready to go, she was so happy that there was a class she had took interest in, all nerds were ixcited for there first day at school with their new supplies and everything, but after the first day, things got boring. She showed no trace of a smile though or any emotions, but a blank straight line on her lips, she was always silent, she did participate, but not the raise her hand participate kind of way, but she did read out loud at times, and when she did, she had sounded like a recorded machine. Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. So I won't have to fear losing you. ← So I can keep my hobbies and continue to be who I am. ← So I don't have to be ashamed of ever needing glasses. ← So I will not fret to shed another tear every second of my life for the fear that came true. ← But will you continue to love me no matter what happens like my parents did?
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 9:04 pm
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Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Nicolai was having a very bad morning. He was woken up at four in the morning by his annoying editor, who pestered him about meeting the deadline. Which, of course, he wasn't going to do. He never met the deadline, and the company never really cared, since he was their most prized author. The pestering was just for show, if nothing else. To top off the early morning, Nicolai had woken up from a dream that was one of the memories of his passed. One he wanted to forget, but couldn't. As far as he was concerned, it was going to be a very long and very bad day. His students had better pay attention today, or they were going to stuck in the nurse's office all day.
Walking into the classroom, he didn't notice the single student. Not at first. It wasn't until he had gotten to his desk and gotten everything set up that he saw her. He blinked, surprised to see someone arrive so early. Well, he didn't know how long she'd been here, so maybe she had just arrived. Looking at his class roster, the pictures of each student next to their names, he spotted her and looked back at her. "I'm glad to see one student is eager to be here. I believe this day may not turn out so bad after all, Miss Madandah." He pulled out a journal and approached her, setting it on her desk. "You can ask any of the older students what this is for, or if you wish not to, their purpose is written up on the syllabus next to the blackboard." He returned to the desk, though it was just a pedastal with a tall wooden stool behind it, and sat on the stool to wait for the rest of the class.Did you know that the creative writing classroom is a fine place to be?
I didn't know Demicona would be here!
I'm feeling a bit pleased right now.
My heart belongs to no one, so back off.
Out Of Creativity:
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:22 pm
Can I take you and lock you up in my locket so I can keep you like I did my parents? DEMICONA MADANDAH → Will you let me read you like a book? → Will you take me for who I am? → Will you look into my real eyes? → Will you accept to be the one I lock safe in my locket? Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. Demi had looked down at the notebook the teacher had recently placed on her desk a little confused, usually students were to bring their own notebooks, unless this one had a certain purpose, "And you are Mr. ___?" she had questioned not knowing what to call him by, she looked around noticing she was the only student and got a little irritated, hopefully snobs weren't in her homeroom. Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. So I won't have to fear losing you. ← So I can keep my hobbies and continue to be who I am. ← So I don't have to be ashamed of ever needing glasses. ← So I will not fret to shed another tear every second of my life for the fear that came true. ← But will you continue to love me no matter what happens like my parents did?
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 2:10 am
 ✿Location= Creative Writing Class ✿Mood= Excited ✿Outfit(OOC: ) Hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die.. ☆═━┈┈━═☆♥╔══════════════╗♥
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Cheyenne peeked into the room, unsure of whether or not she was in the right place. She hoped so. But she found it strange that there were only two people in the room. One of them appeared to be the teacher, and he was a male after all. She cleared her throat. "Hello, is this Mr. Reinhardt's creative writing class?" Her eyes shifted between the man and the girl at the desk as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
☆═━┈┈━═☆♥╚══════════════╝♥
☆═━┈┈━═☆ Life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 8:49 am
╔XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╗
Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone He looked at Demicona, but before he could answer, another young woman came in and asked if this was the creative writing class. "Yes, it is, Miss...Kirby. And, as she said, Miss Madandah, I am Mr. Reinhardt. Of course, feel free to call me Nicolai." Knowing that Cheyenne was most likely new, since she looked like she was nervous and had no idea where she was going, he gestured to the desks after picking up another journal with her name on it. "Please, take this and take a seat, Miss Kirby."Did you know that the creative writing classroom is a fine place to be?
I didn't know Demicona and Cheyenne would be here!
I'm feeling a bit content right now.
My heart belongs to no one, so back off.
Out Of Creativity:
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 11:04 am
✿Location= Creative Writing Class ✿Mood= Happy/Excited✿Outfit(OOC: ) Hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die..
☆═━┈┈━═☆♥╔══════════════╗♥☆═━┈┈━═☆
Cheyenne quickly stepped towards him and took the journal. She grinned in excitement. She admired the covers and flipped through the pages as she walked to her seat. She loved journal writing, even though it had been ages since she last wrote in one. She looked up from the journal and looked at her teacher. "Thank you. I'm really excited for this class, by the way. I've always enjoyed writing," she gushed. She was practically buzzing with excitement. She was always the type who couldn't really contain her feelings, but right now she was aware of how annoying it could get if she gushed any more. She'd hate to come off as a teacher's pet.
☆═━┈┈━═☆♥╚══════════════╝♥☆═━┈┈━═☆
Life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 12:55 pm
Can I take you and lock you up in my locket so I can keep you like I did my parents? DEMICONA MADANDAH → Will you let me read you like a book? → Will you take me for who I am? → Will you look into my real eyes? → Will you accept to be the one I lock safe in my locket? Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. Demi leaned over her desk top and opened the journal she was given, hoping to find out what it was exactly for by looking through it, maybe it was a specific kind of notebook for certain tasks. She then stared up at Mr. Reinhardt, "Yes, I'm looking forward to this class as well, what are we discussing today, classroom rules maybe," she had questioned a little curious. Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. So I won't have to fear losing you. ← So I can keep my hobbies and continue to be who I am. ← So I don't have to be ashamed of ever needing glasses. ← So I will not fret to shed another tear every second of my life for the fear that came true. ← But will you continue to love me no matter what happens like my parents did?
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 10:43 am
╔XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╗
Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone He looked at the two, pleased that he had two students who seemed like they'd be taking the class seriously. He was about to respond to Demicona when a few students walked in, one rubbing his head sheepishly. He ignored them as they grabbed their journals. "The rules are simple, Miss Madandah. Pay attention when I am talking, don't lose your journal, and do not take the work from the reference material in the back. I suggest being extra-attentive to the rules when I come to class upset, and in the mornings in general. I'm rather...irritable then." He glanced at the two girls. "The journals will act as diaries. Write anything down in them, regardless of how personal it is. I promise you that I will be the only ones reading them, and from now until the day my very soul perishes, I will not reveal the contents of your journals to anyone. Not even to our principal or the school councelor." Turning, he went to the blackboard and wrote "Creative Non-Fiction" on it. He turned to the class and returned to the stool. He wasn't going to start right away; he'd wait to see if anyone else showed up.Did you know that the creative writing classroom is a fine place to be?
I didn't know Demicona and Cheyenne would be here!
I'm feeling a bit content right now.
My heart belongs to no one, so back off.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 11:15 am
✿Location= Creative Writing Class✿Mood= Happy ✿Outfit(OOC: Sorry my posts are so short. Some slight writer's block going on. :/ ) Hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die..
☆═━┈┈━═☆♥╔══════════════╗♥☆═━┈┈━═☆
Cheyenne pulled out her pencil case and set it down on her desk next to her journal, her leg bouncing. Even though Nicolai didn't seem to be the most cheeriest person in the world, she couldn't help but think that he was... So cool.
Because Cheyenne was naive, she was easily impressed. As more students came in, she looked at them curiously, and then turned her head to the board as Nicolai wrote on it.
☆═━┈┈━═☆♥╚══════════════╝♥☆═━┈┈━═☆
Life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 12:48 pm
Can I take you and lock you up in my locket so I can keep you like I did my parents? DEMICONA MADANDAH → Will you let me read you like a book? → Will you take me for who I am? → Will you look into my real eyes? → Will you accept to be the one I lock safe in my locket? Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. Demicona looked up at the board while pushing up her glasses, she was going to make sure she had decent time to study this year while not having to stay up late, and participate alot in class, since that is what teachers had mostly looked out for, "No worries, I'll keep these rules in mind each day, if you could hand out papers to post in the front of students binders or journal, that'd be great, otherwise I'll tag them in my planner," she had said while trying to smile, but had failed once more with a serious facial expression. She ignored the window as loud noise retruded from late students arriving, she had caught a flash of peach go past the window, but had already knew what it was without having to look, Great, some goofballs are up to their daily routines on the first day of school again, except this one is rather vulgar in a sense, they're going from window to window 'flashing' the teachers, which is pretty disgusting, like I want to see that too, Demi let out a sigh and continued to focus on Reinhardt. Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. So I won't have to fear losing you. ← So I can keep my hobbies and continue to be who I am. ← So I don't have to be ashamed of ever needing glasses. ← So I will not fret to shed another tear every second of my life for the fear that came true. ← But will you continue to love me no matter what happens like my parents did?
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 5:07 pm
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Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Listening to Demicona, he noticed that she was rather professional. Nicolai only ever handed out papers that had to do with essays or group projects. Seemingly ignoring the idiotic students outside, he had glanced over to spot one of his older students, who looked rather frightened when they met eye contact. The student disappearing, but Nicolai would see him again in one of his afternoon classes. "Now then, creative non-fiction. A genre of writing that uses literary styles and techniques to create factually accurate narratives....This includes, but is not limitted to, technical writing and journalistic essays. However, personal essays are also a sub-catagory of this particular style." Nicolai stood in front of the pedestal, tossing a piece of chalk into the air and catching it. He personally was wondering who would be the first one of the day to be struck by it. "Can anyone describe the characteristics of creative non-fiction?"Did you know that the creative writing classroom is a fine place to be?
I didn't know Demicona and Cheyenne would be here!
I'm feeling a bit annoyed, focused right now.
My heart belongs to no one, so back off.
Out Of Creativity: Anyone know anyone who would be willing to join "Mr. So Cool's" class? lol
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 5:34 pm
Can I take you and lock you up in my locket so I can keep you like I did my parents? DEMICONA MADANDAH → Will you let me read you like a book? → Will you take me for who I am? → Will you look into my real eyes? → Will you accept to be the one I lock safe in my locket? Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. Demi cautiously scanned the class taking in the students she would be working with, judging by their appearences, they were the types to not participate, the types to leave all the work to the smartest person in their group and still get credit for it. She then eyed Professor Reinhardt, as he waited for someone to answer that. Demi stared at her desk for a few moments, she had always preferred fiction over nonfiction, but nonfiction was a part of life, and she had to face it, since noone was bothering to raise their hands, she did not want to look like one of those dumb people amonst the crowd, so she had rose her hand anyway in an atempt to answer the question, "Well, I know that nonfiction is an every day aspect of our lives, and it is anything but fiction. Judging by that, I'm going to try and make my best assumption, that creative nonfiction would be to decribe nonfiction, and everyday life or knowledge, whether it is the form of essays, journals, or any other sample, and whether it is to list any definition inside of." She had hoped her answer had something to do with it along those lines, it was totally unexpected that he'd ask a question the first thing class started. She figured it would be since the class had dealt with essay and they used journals, hopefully they'd be doing fiction as well. Let me read you like a book.Let me read you like a book. So I won't have to fear losing you. ← So I can keep my hobbies and continue to be who I am. ← So I don't have to be ashamed of ever needing glasses. ← So I will not fret to shed another tear every second of my life for the fear that came true. ← But will you continue to love me no matter what happens like my parents did?
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 5:44 pm
 Yui ran in grabbing the door,but slipped and fell on her backSorry I'm late. She quickly stood up knocked the dust off her skirt.she noticed other people so she walked to the wall and leaned against it
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