Here is a Shakespearean-style sonnet I wrote in 2000 (eighth grade), entitled "My Destiny": "I came upon a place which I did see, A place with much intriguing light it was. I came because I thought it was for me; I sought a destiny as each soul does. With scorn and hate I was cast out of it, As if I had no true techniques for such. At me was hurled a very careless hit, But there was still a jewel I wished to clutch. I started searching for another dream, A dream that would fulfill my place in life. But I could not find any worthy theme Which would give me a single thing but strife. I then discovered something I still own: 'Twas that I cannot find my place alone."