Writing Riot

display your passion

Not only will I preserve your most intimate inner feelings and thoughts, but also I can create an everlastingly vivid image of you, which evolves each time your dearest reads me. I am not a photo, doomed to be consigned to oblivion. I am the creator of pictures, pictures that regenerate, pictures that neither erode nor age. I am powerful. My name is Writing.

About Me

I am a writer and an OCT and TESL Ontario certified teacher and have taught English, writing, ESL, and IELTS for more than 18 years in many schools in Canada and abroad. I have a...

My Hall of Fame

Every time my students show a passion for writing, they create pieces that make their way into my Hall of Fame, and that is when you get to read them, too.

“Lather and Nothing More” – Alan, Grade 10

This short haiku and the accompanying commentary are written by one of my grade 10 students based on the short story "Lather and Nothing More." ...

Time to Change – Tina, Grade 10

This argumentative essay is written by one of my grade 10 students. She persuasively argues that all drugs need to be decriminalized and points to...

Getting to Know the Tyrant – Ethan, Grade 9 IB

This literary essay is written by one of my grade 9 IB students. In his thesis, he has clearly stated the reasons why Napoleon can...

Animal Farm New Words – William, Grade 9

Ignorant of One's Ignorance Guessing the meaning of unfamiliar words from context is a strategy that is often misused by students. The strategy should...

Literary Essays: Students’ Pathway to Wisdom

While students who have not fully grasped the reason behind writing a literary essay tend to loathe such an essay, the ones who are...

Hidden & Hideous – Stanley, Grade 9

This literary essay is written by one of my grade 9 summer students. He has critically read the story and has extracted three convincing reasons...

Not only will I preserve your most intimate inner feelings and thoughts, but also I can create an everlastingly vivid image of you, which evolves each time your dearest reads me. I am not a photo, doomed to be consigned to oblivion. I am the creator of pictures, pictures that regenerate, pictures that neither erode nor age. I am powerful. My name is Writing.