Ice Cream Island

Since I have complete control over the writing prompt this week, I decided to delve into my creativeness and conjure up fun topic. Are you ready for my insanely awesome prompt? Ok, here it goes: “The people of ‘Ice cream Island’ are in desperate need of new ice cream flavors. Create one or two new flavors. Be creative!”

Before we move any further, I have a confession to make. I lied; I did not creative this incredibly awesome prompt all by myself. I actually stole this writing prompt from my supervising teacher. This was the writing prompt for the class this week. For the first five minutes of class, students write a response based on the writing prompt. It really gets their attention and is a great way to transition a new class period into the learning environment.

Based on the students’ responses, they really enjoyed creating new ice cream flavors. While I was interested in hearing some of the more non-favorable flavors, most [American] students chose combinations of things they enjoyed eating; jolly ranchers, skittles, m&m’s, and even ‘Taki’(hot chili peppered chips,) flavored ice cream. On the other hand, the ESOL students chose fruit combinations that are found in their home counties: mango, pineapple, coconut, and papaya.

There were just a few questionable flavors that will always stick out to me. One girl in particular chose bacon and syrup flavored ice cream. Initially, I thought this was a weird combination but as I’m typing this, I’m getting more of a craving for bacon, syrup and pancakes! I guess this ice cream flavor could work after all!

All of the flavors I’ve talked about until now are nothing compared to what one student suggested: cannibal flavored ice cream! Ewwwww, puuueeek! Can you imagine eating bits of flesh, drenched in blood and crushed bones?!? I’m getting sick just thinking about it…

All in all, I enjoyed hearing the pleasant and unpleasant responses from the students and learned that not all ice cream flavors are created equal.

By the way, for those of you wondering, Ice cream Island does exist. It is discreetly nestled between ‘Hot dog Heaven’ and ‘Pancake plaza.’ I was lucky enough to find a rare photo of the island:

Miranda who? Oh, Miranda Writes...

Greetings! I am a super duper senior at UCF majoring in English Education. I am excited about graduating and finally being able to move on with my life! For anyone who knows my story, it has been a looooooooooong process, and the completion of my bachelor’s degree will afford me to doing things that I’ve always wanted to do. I am looking forward to becoming a “young professional,” and exploring new possibilities and opportunities amongst my professional network.

I chose to become an English teacher because I have always loved to read and write (how many times have you heard that before?) But no, really, I truly always loved to read and write. Reading always whisked me away on an adventure, while writing always allowed me to express myself to the highest degree. I’ve also always enjoyed working with adolescents. This has really been a passion of mines since in high school, as I enjoy mentoring and being a role model to particularly at-risk youth.

In the future, I would like to move away from the academic part of teaching, and exercise my role as a youth advocate. I would love to one day work as a liaison between a student’s home and school life. I believe that at-risk students can be academically successful, if their basic needs are met and they are emotionally, mentally, and physically stable. In simple terms, if a student is happy in their lives outside of school, they will be more eager and willing to perform well academically.

I look forward to a semester of blogging, jogging, clogging, and anything else that rhymes with blogging.

*Disclaimer*

Unlike some of my classmates, I have decided not to succumb to the imaginary pressure of revealing my identity. Besides, what’s the point of having an anonymous blog if you’re not gonna remain anonymous!? Any hoot, if anyone figures out my identity, I will personally write you a check for a gazillion dollars. 

Yours truly,

Miranda Writes