a motivational way to write.

Collaborative Writing Project: A great way to make students excited about writing and can be done between classrooms throughout the world. It is a way to get students to be motivational and work together to be creative.

WORD PROCESSING:

"Valentine’s Day is an overrated holiday. I have felt that way ever since I was sitting in my 7^th grade math class with nothing, as everyone else was receiving roses and singing candy grams. I never received one thing. This year I thought it would be the same old same old, why even bother with the holiday if it makes everyone depressed? I will never forget that day I received my first valentine. I expected today to be just like every other Valentine’s Day, but when I opened my locker there it was, a bright pink envelope. Inside of it there was a white powder, shortly after the whole school was on lock down, someone had tried to kill me. The anger boiled inside of me as I fumed over who the culprit of this evil plan might be. Was love really driving my supposed killer? No! At least not a love that I wanted to be a part of! I would find whoever did this to me, and they would pay!!! By pay I mean with real money, my rent was due two days ago. "

GOOGLE DOCS:

Friday the 13th is superstitious. Black cats, walking under ladders, opening umbrellas inside, breaking mirrors all result in horrible events. Today while exiting my house I walked underneath a ladder, tripped over a black cat, popped my umbrella open, and fell on top of my living room mirror all at the same time! What a horrible way to start the day, and all before I had even finished my muffin for breakfast. What could possibly happen next?

As I was driving along Main Street, I noticed someone exiting the bank with big black bags. I couldn't recognize the person because they were covered from head to toe in clothing. The person was oddly familiar, and the feeling that I recognized was not a good one. I screeched my Batmobile-also known as a 30 year old rusted Ford F-250 stick shift-to a halt. I squinted at the man across the street, knowing I had to take action. What was I going to do? I thought to myself. I decided to dial 9-1-1 on my cell phone. Hyperventilating, I pulled out my phone with my sweaty hands slipping and sliding, unable to dial any numbers.

Then the unexpected happened. The man turned and looked at me just as my phone slipped to the floor of the truck. Only on Friday the 13th could such unluckiness happen to me. He had taken in my face; I panicked and knew I had to do something. I jumped out of the truck and ran to tackle the man to the ground. As I ran, I slipped and fell on my face only to find my two front teeth were lying on the ground next to me. In the background I could hear sirens but I couldn't tell how far or close they were. I looked up in a panic and suddenly remembered the familiarity of the face. As I came to consciousness, I realized that the siren was my alarm and the face was my roommate trying to wake me up.

. . .Then I woke up and realized that Friday the 13th was over. Finally Valentine's day had arrived. . .