Jake is Rap Rhyming

For me school was always a "Prison of Doom."

November 21, 2013

Merry Turkey Day and Happy Hanukkah

Hey, I know I haven’t written in a while. It’s been hectic here with school and baseball pratice. And I guess you know, I really hate to write, but this is the life of a young blogger. I want other kids to know that there are a lot of us out here with learning disabilities, ADHD, and a whole bunch of things. But you might not know that a lot of famous people had learning disabilities. My mom and I had once read that  one of Albert Einstein’s teachers said that he wouldn’t amount to much. HA HA. I wish she was still around. With that hair-do, he was a natural for the most famous equation, E = mc2. 

Anyway, I wanted to share a piece of my rap rhyme with you. It’s the one that I entered in the school writing contest. I won first prize in poetry. Go figure. WOW, I wish my mom could have been there to see that. But my dad came  and I know she must have had something to do with that. I wrote that rap rhyme wishing I had that perfect dad. Mine surely was far from the dad I wished for. But my dad and I are finally getting along. We actually swap stories about how our day is going. He doesn’t give me a hard time when I spell CONRADULASHUNS wrong on the cake orders at work. I do it on purpose now, and we both laugh.

I’ll stay in touch and feel free to write to me. I know my best friends Coco and Patrick would love to hear from you. Maybe I’ll have them write next time.

Jake

P.S. Coco spell checks my blogs. It’s a good idea to do when the whole world is watching.

Well here is part one of Prison of Doom. I got the name from a friend who told me that being in the special ed room was like being in a prison. It turns out that he was wrong.

Prison of Doom

“The last day of summer; I lay in my bed,

remembering something my mother had said.

 

Your dad struggled at school and never read well,

Behind in his writing and hardly could spell.

 

“Proud of his title of gifted artist

He’d given it up just to be the smartest

 

At something to keep him out of the room,

That his buddies christened the Prison of Doom.”

 

 

For me school was always a "Prison of Doom."Hey, I know I haven’t written in a while. It’s been hectic here with school and baseball pratice. And I guess you know, I really hate to write, but this is the life of a young blogger. I want other kids to know that there are a lot of us out here with learning disabilities, ADHD, and a whole bunch of things. But you might not know that a lot of famous people had learning disabilities. My mom and I had once read that  one of Albert Einstein’s teachers said that he wouldn’t amount to much. HA HA. I wish she was still around. With that hair-do, he was a natural for the most famous equation, E = mc2. 

Anyway, I wanted to share a piece of my rap rhyme with you. It’s the one that I entered in the school writing contest. I won first prize in poetry. Go figure. WOW, I wish my mom could have been there to see that. But my dad came  and I know she must have had something to do with that. I wrote that rap rhyme wishing I had that perfect dad. Mine surely was far from the dad I wished for. But my dad and I are finally getting along. We actually swap stories about how our day is going. He doesn’t give me a hard time when I spell CONRADULASHUNS wrong on the cake orders at work. I do it on purpose now, and we both laugh.

I’ll stay in touch and feel free to write to me. I know my best friends Coco and Patrick would love to hear from you. Maybe I’ll have them write next time.

Jake

P.S. Coco spell checks my blogs. It’s a good idea to do when the whole world is watching.

Well here is part one of Prison of Doom. I got the name from a friend who told me that being in the special ed room was like being in a prison. It turns out that he was wrong.

Prison of Doom

“The last day of summer; I lay in my bed,

remembering something my mother had said.

 

Your dad struggled at school and never read well,

Behind in his writing and hardly could spell.

 

“Proud of his title of gifted artist

He’d given it up just to be the smartest

 

At something to keep him out of the room,

That his buddies christened the Prison of Doom.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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