Ms. DeTiberus arranged for the SOA Creative Writing program to have two fantastic guest poets last week. Richard Garcia Nationally renowned poet and Antioch College MFA Professor, Richard Garcia, visited the 8th grade creative writing class on Friday, April 8.
A huge congratulations to the Creative Writing students who earned a school record 493 Gold, Silver and Honorable mention Scholastic Writing Awards in the Southeastern regional. Lead teacher Rutledge Hammes says this beats SOA’s previous record by more than 100
We’ve added more dates for the Creative Writing program to the Schedule / Google Calendar. Here’s the complete list: 9/17 CW Booster Club Meeting (Room 4131 – 5:30) 10/30-11/1 CW Lake Logan Writers Retreat (11th-12th grade) 11/9 YALLFest – Charleston
The SOA Creative Writing program is off to another great start. Beth Webb Hart joined the team this year. She’s teaching both CW and English classes. You can read her bio at http://soawrites.com/the-teachers/. Mrs. Hart will be serving as the
7th grader Carson Peaden has been asked to write a review for the Post & Courier on a Beaufort novelist’s book who is going to be participating in Y’allFest. Bird Song Carson Peaden Carmen reached in a pocket on
Dear SOA Parents: The Creative Writing Department is pleased to announce a major autumn event: WordFest: A Celebration of Student Writing November 10, 2012 at Barnes & Noble, Mt. Pleasant Towne Center Like last fall, this event will showcase all
by Clare McTighe The rolled, fraying paper barely fit into the bottle. A thin layer of morning fog covered glass water like a blanket, so still, that for a moment I thought it would shatter. The sun, just waking up,
by English Laserna Dawn—in his hand a notebook— he tip-toes past the baby’s room, all still. On a hook by the door a cap, bright white, banded stripe across the front. He packs bottles empty into the truck in the
by Tess Abedon What is the other me like? Last time we met was only in my head. You took chances, unlike me, On your bucket list there will be things like, jumping off a building. Mine, seeing a spider
by Glenys Morton They said I was just supposed to uncork my flame, and fly, shot across the sky in a blazing trail of light dimming the stars. A firm grimace tightens around them as they wait for my return.