Dan in Real Life

In the movie Dan's oldest daughter reminds me of myself most. She is always trying to keep her father in line like I do my mom. She is somewhat the peace keeper of the family trying to make sure things are happening for the best. Alot of the time though she feels as if her father doesnt want to let her grow up. It seems to her almost as if she is just like her younger sisters always getting treated like a little kid and having fewer opportunities than her friends. I understand this also my mom is the same way. Her worst fear is for something to happen to me so she shelters me and trys to protect me by not allowing me to do some of the normal things that other teenagers do. She has got alot better now though. Since we have started to look at colleges, she is starting to realize that I am growing up and she has to let me go at some point. It really is hard for single parents because their kids are all they have.
I am not really a big believer in love at first sight or falling in love in a short amount of time. It may be true that it can happen but for me no. I am definally one of those people who waits a long time to tell someone that I love them. The guy I have been with for almost 6 months I havent even told you I love you too. I mean no he may be away alot of the time, but still I'm not going to tell him I love him unless I truely mean it. I love you is not something I take lightly. It is 3 words that mean alot and can change alot in a relationship. It takes time to develop feelings that can equal up to those few words. I am one of those "jerks" I guess who wont say I love you back unless I really do. I mean I've had guys tell me they love me, but I know they were just saying that, so I either tell them, no you dont, or well thanks. I wont say it back. It may sound cold hearted, but I feel its more fair for me  to be honest with him than not and to just say the words back when they dont mean anything.
My favorite movie is A Walk To Remember by Nicolas Sparks. Me and my dad watched it as I grew up and I felt that it was the best love story of all time. The way they grew up together going to the same schools went to church together but came from complete different sides of the tracks. They learned though that what you dont understand is not always bad. Landon was a rebelious teenager growing up from a rough family of drinkers who's dad had left when he was younger. Jamie is a good pasters daughter who has been raised by her father after her mother died. She was very smart and tutored and was involved in the plays at school. Landon gets himself into trouble with some  kids at school and he dares a kid to jump off a ledge into a river that suprisingly wasnt that deep. The kid ends up getting badly injured and Landon gets the blame. He has to do community service through the school which consist of a school play and tutoring. That means he has to spend some time with Jamie. When he starts to struggle with his lines in the play he goes to Jamie for help and she gives it to him. Landon though started to treat her badly infront of his friends so she doesnt put up with it and he soon realizes he made a mistake. She told him not to fall in love with him but he thought it was a joke at the time. He slowly starts falling for her and helping her finish this mysterious bucket list she has made. When Landon's friends start making fun of her he finally stands up to them. The reason though that Jamie has a bucket list is she has Lukemia and only has so long to live. Landon takes the news badly and tries to get people to cure her, but they cant. So he helps her finish everything on the list including her number one getting married in the church her parents did.

Food Memory

In the typical family, Thanksgiving is always at a certain place at a certain time. Everyone brings a certain dish and the whole family gets to spend time together and look back on memories from previous years. Well as I grew up we never really had a set place to go. I never was to close to my family as a child, and my parents tried to keep me away from their negativity which they seemed to bring upon people. So many years it would just be me my mom and dad. My dad would make the dressing and the turkey and my mom would make all the sides, like the green bean casserole and sweet potatoes. But even as a little kid there is one job I had. We would always make our runs to the grocery store before we would cook that day, and my job was to get the rolls, and keep in mind this my favorite part of the whole dinner. I always was a carb girl, whether it was fresh bread or potato chips I still to this day will take carbs over sugar. We always would go to the same Price Cutter where in their bakery we could always count on the fresh baked rolls. They are sweet and flaky. They are perfect to put leftover turkey or ham on after thanksgiving if there are even any left.after my dad died we would go over to my friends for dinner, and they still would put us in charge for the bread. The tradition still hasent changed. Even though I may not have a huge tradition I still love the little things me and my mom always do together. Still to this day on thanksgiving we go to the same price cutter and get the same rolls. They are my favorite part of thanksgiving.

This is

This is it my life

The sweet smell of chlorine in the morning

Cold rush of adrinaline through my veins

Everything about it makes my life enjoyable

I find meaning

I feel comfort and peacefulness

Making myself get up early

Working hard and feeling the aches and pains

It is all worth it

Something I'm good at

Able to teach

The many years spent only can pay off in the future

Feeling the excitment in kids

Regressing to when I first learned

Everything was so much fun

It is different than anything else

It doesnt get worse as you get older but only better

You learn to live with the drama

I push forward to be a better me

I build strength

This is a huge part of who I am

Looking out into the waves,

Everything is perfect the waves crashing in

Our problems just fading into the water and being carried away

Life could not being any more amazing as it was in this moment

I can sit and watch the waves for hours just thinking

 

He was perfect everything I had always wished for

The passion for life and what we had ahead of us

Life was simple living day by day

Our relationship was envious

We grew up together best friends

No secrets or regrets

Just that swing from years ago him pushing me for hours

 

Sleeping on the sand

Waking up in the morning to the sunrise

Seeing that one person you always wanted to be with

Living in the moment

Things falling in place

 

The morning before our wedding looking out into the waves

Seeing the memories

Feeling the love and remembering our passion

It was going to be forever

His soft I love you

To his gentle touch

Remembering the graduation day walking beside each other

Yet again we walk but this time just the two of us

 

Love

It is a feeling

Yet not all people believe in it, it exist

It is when you hold their hand and get chills

The first kiss and butterflies

When you stop searching because you know there is no one better

From the first glance to the moment at the alter

I cannot yet wait to recite these words

From now until death do us part

I will always love him

 

 

 

 



Childeren's Story

Once upon a time, there lived a Dolphin, and her name was Flippers. Flippers was a very sweet Dolphin who had many friends all over the sea, from little fish to big fish, from crabs to seahorse. She got along with everyone. Her very best friend though was Dory who also was a dolphin. He was very fun and she had know him from the time they were little. They went to school together for years. There was a lot of fun memories they had, but it was hard as they got older with the teasing of how they loved each other and that it was weird that a boy and girl would be best friends that it started to break them apart. One day though they were swimming home from school, and they passed by the sharks. The sharks are the bullies at school who always made fun of every one. As they started to pass by Zach one of the sharks yells,
"Oh look its the couple of the day how about you guys just get married all ready we all are tired of you guys playing like you are just friends."
Then Jake the other shark said,
"You know they might not actually be in love I always thought Flippers was just weird, because she always hung out with the guys."
Dory and Flippers try to ignore them and swim off. But Dory looks at Flippers after they got a little way down the current.
" Aren't you tired of the mean remarks they make Flippers? Its time we say something." Dory said.
" I'm afraid to say something that they will just be more mean." said Flippers.
" We need to get over our fear and stand up to them, not just for us, but for all the other people they are mean too."
They turn around and start swimming back to the sharks. When we started to approach they started laughing again.
" You guys are bullies, and just because Flippers has more friends than you doesn't give you a good reason to be mean to her. No one likes you guys because you are so mean to the rest of us. You guys would be our friends if you were not so mean to everyone including us. You just need to stop being mean to all of us." said Dory.
The sharks were stunned that Dory said something. They apologized to our surprise and tried to be a lot nicer to everyone after that. Dory didn't give up. No matter how scared you may be you have to stand up for what you believe in and things really can change.

Child's Play

The most important person in my childhood, was my dad. He would always give the best hugs and be there for me no matter what. Me and my mom are always fighting to this day, so I always stuck closer to my dad. He was someone who as I got older I could relate to more. When it came to sports or school, he always would understand. My mom never played sports so I cant ever relate to her in that aspect and swimming is such a big part of my life. I could always count on a good hug before I went to bed at night from him. He always would say I love you to the moon and back. There are so many endless memories I have with my dad, and I just feel like he took up a big part of my childhood.
When I was in kindergarten, my best friend was Brandon Shaw. I remember when we were friends we would always do the craziest and weirdest things. Life was so easy back when we were little. We would always go and play on the playground after school together and get into some sort of trouble. Our parents were really good friends too, so it was nice the amount of time we got to spend together. As we got older though we grew apart. I remember going into middle school and not even being anything more than acquaintances with each other. We always were really nice to one another, but were not as close because we found our different groups. Then when high school came around I remember sometimes seeing him in the halls and saying hey, but last year I had class with him. It was the funniest thing, because we had it with our other best friend Kaylee from elementary. It was like a blast from the past. I hadn't had a class with him in a long time, and it was good to get to talk to him more. Time makes all of us change though.

Halloween Spirits

The best costume I ever wore was of my smarty pants costume. It was very creative by my mom. I am not the kind of person who likes dressing up much for Halloween because it gets so uncomfortable, but with this costume I could just wear jeans and tape them onto my pants. It was awesome.
My favorite Halloween was the year when me and my friend dressed up and went trick or treating in her neighbor hood. She lives in a really nice area and one of the places gave us the big Hersey candy bars. We also got to hang out with her brother and his friends and ran around outside playing hide and go seek. It was a really fun time.
As I reached into the bag of candy I thought I heard a voice saying "Pick me, pick me." My favorite candy by far for Halloween is recess peanut butter cups. But it always seems that I get so many suckers. I never was a kid that really liked hard candy because it would give me headaches. Somehow though those little candies would want me to eat them so bad they appeared in every corner of my bag.
As I was putting my costume on I heard something move in my closet. It seems as if when your ready to get scared everything starts to become more than what it is. I as a nervous child was one of those who freaked out at every move. I still to this day cannot go in haunted corn mazes. I got so scared the first time I went that I jumped on my friends boyfriends back. I made him carry me the way out. She wasn't mad at me, because she knew I was just really scared. I also get scared by scary stories. I am just a little scaredy cat.
To make a great Halloween costume, you have to be creative and willing to use all the things in your house. I hate costumes that I see people go and buy, because there is no creativity in that. Usually the people who have the most fun costumes made in themselves, and people usually notice them quicker. One thing you can do is take a cardboard box and cut two holes in the bottom big enough for your legs to fit in, and take and use duck tape as suspenders to keep it up. Then attach balloons to yourself coming out of the card board box, and you will be a hot air balloon. It was so cute when I saw it, and so creative. I loved it.
 Halloween costumes that I have had in the past years are, Dorothy from the wizard of Oz, Smarty Pants, Witch, Nun, Bubble Bee, Cinderella, and many more that I cant remember. I was never a girly girl growing up so it was really hard for my mom to get me in those costumes. I would never wear things on my head either so for all of my costumes she had to make sure I wouldn't have to have something on my head.

Alexander and The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst

This is one of my favorite books from chilhood, all though it may not have a cover, the bright orange color got my attention. It was not to long only 28 pages full of funny events. There are many characters from friends to familly in the book. Some of these are, Nick and Anthony his two brothers, his friends Philip, Albert, Paul, Becky, Audrey, and Elliott, his mom and dad, his teacher Mrs. Dickens, and his doctor, Dr. Feilds. This book didnt really have much of a setting, it just went through a normal day in a kids life that went wrong. To summarise the book, a boy goes through his normal rutien of the day, but everything seems to go wrong. He has bad luck and has to watch his friends get the things he wants and this makes him feel terrible. They are kids as characters, humor,and illustrations. There are two sentences that repeat through out the book to describe Alexander's day. My favorite sentence was, " It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." I feel this book is for kids who are younger, from the age of 5-8 and are in elementary school, becuase that is how old Alexander is. I loved this book growing up and feel many kids would because of it's humor.

The Air was like ice, creeping its way underneath the thin sheer covers I had over my legs. I was laying there motionless and afraid. What else are you suppose to do when you hear your door open and its pitch black. They always thought us to stay still if we see a bear or snake or lion, but what do you do when you see nothing. I slowly put the covers over my head hoping that the mysterious creature lurking wouldn’t see me if I was hiding although it was in a very obvious spot. I hear a harsh breathing coming closer and closer. At first when I heard it I thought it was just my nervous breathing getting heavier and heavier, but no it was something else because I could hear it moving all through the room. My breathing became harsher and harsher, and if the thing didn’t know I was in there before he sure did now. I felt my bed shake a little then again. Then a hand quickly grabs my foot and pulls me up and puts me on his shoulder. I scream trying to get my parents to hear, but as he takes me to the hall, I see they are all tied up in the corner, with another guy with a clown mask on. They started laughing and said, “If you would like we can bring her back when we are done, but she won’t be of much use after we kill her.” I scream, and my mom yells “Don’t give up Jackie, keep fighting you are strong.” I hear a engine running of what seems to be a big car, maybe a van. He takes me as I’m kicking and screaming out the door, and shoves me into the back of this white van. I couldn’t see anything and I kept screaming. Then the man comes back and puts a piece of cloth on my mouth when I breathed in everything was gone. I woak up what seemed to be days later, but was only hours. By this time though it took my eyes a little to focus, and when they did I wanted them to go blurry again. I had learned though not to scream. I look around the back of the van and see multiple instruments, like what my dad used for surgery. They all were covered in blood and when I looked to the right I saw a trash bag, I went over to see what was in it and as I touched it I felt a body. I felt the bones, and the skull. I was sure I was going to be next. I was going to be the next girl in the trash bag that these guys get away with killing. I was determined though not to let that happen. I start to look more carefully at the door and the locks. I then looked at the window. I had an idea, I took one of the metal blades I found to put it in between the two doors. I started prying to get it open. I kept pushing and pushing. I got it. It came undone. I was lucky though I didn’t slip out of the door, because we are moving, and seemed to be in the middle of the desert. Most of the instruments are tied up with metal locks, but the blade they forgot to put up I knew I could do some damage with. I started banging on the window of the van and screaming, it came to a hult. The normal kid would of jumped out and ran, but first I had no idea where I would be going, and second I wanted to have some revenge on the two men who planned on killing me. One comes around and I hide in the corner while the door swings open, and they think I was gone. They both quickly jump into the cart, and with a thud I jabbed both in the back with the blade. I shove them all the way into the back and shut the door, I grabbed the spear phone and key out of the older guys pants before I shut it. I ran to the front of the car and drive away with them in the back. I found the nearest gas station, and they had left their wallet out. I paid for gas, but instead of putting the gas in the tank I open up the window to the back and slowly poor the gas into it covering the back.. I called the cops and told them to meet me at the town that was coming up. I sat in the gas station until they woak up. I went and got matches from inside and went and drove into a abandoned field. They tried to beg and plead not to have me kill them, but nothing could make them live. I wanted them to suffer like they made that little girl suffer. I lit the match and ran a few feet back and right before I threw it I said, “My mom was right, I am strong.” I threw the match and watched the van burst into flames. I started walking to the town where I had told the cop to meet me, and as I was walking I notice a car following me on the side of the road. It asked if I wanted a ride I said no. He wouldn’t listen to me and kept asking and I kept saying no I am fine. Then when he got out I pulled the metal blade on him and he drove away. I was almost to the little town, but I couldn’t see the cop car. I turned around and saw another man behind me. He said, “You messed with the wrong people.” I screamed. They had had a tracker on the phone. He picked me up and put me in the back and tied me down to the chair in the back. He said we are so far in the middle of nowhere no one will hear your screams. He pulled out a knife blade, and took a first cut on my leg. I didn’t scream but kept bleeding. I hurt like hell, but I knew I could tough it out. Then another on my stomach, little did he know though that I had slid my blade into my shirt so I was uncutting myself out of the rope from behind. I finally got myself loose. I slowly and quickly moved my arms around when he turned his back to me, and stabbed him in the spine. He fell paralyzed to the ground and I said, “you have messed with the wrong girl.” I stabbed him again and again, and this time took the tracker out of the phone, and drove away to where I found a police I got out covered in blood and he took me into his car, and drove me home. My mom said, “I knew you were strong”, when I walked in the door crying with tears coming down her face. I replied, “You have no idea.”

Lyric Peoms

 

Feeling my way through the darkness

I could show you what you want to see

I can't live a lie, running for my life

Life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes

Even if the sky is falling down

I will always want you

In a tidal wave of mystery

You'll be standing next to me

I put you high up in the sky

And now, you're not coming down

We're safe and sound

Perfect Circle by 3 Libras

No matter how hard you try

Its up to them

Do you open up or not?

Do you let them know who you truly are?

I have tried but she hasn't

No amount of effort can change it anymore

I am not her muse

I am not what she wants

She would of turned and looked

She would of tried to see beneath me

Instead she didn't care enough

Life moves on

I will find someone who feels the same way

Now I just wait

 

 

Teachers Music

Music creates many memories for people. For Mrs. Lord the song I'm gunna miss her reminds her of her husband and how he would always leave her to go fishing like it says in the song. Also Mrs. Wyric really enjoys listening to classic rock on the radio in the mornings and rocking out to Tom Petty. Even a choir teacher like Mr. Corn though has stories to tell of how music became offensive to society, like Milly Vinnili, Madonna's Like a Virgin, To'Poc, and Ozzie eating bats on stage. Mrs. Wyric was never offended by music but doesn't like New Country like Kenny Chesney.  Mrs. A loves Barry Manelo, where Mrs. Stephens thinks of Rick Aslee's Never gunna give you up when it comes to her childhood. Music is a big part of many peoples lives.
When I was younger the music I remember is Dixie Chicks Wide Open Spaces, and Fleetwood Mac, Landslide. I would always love listening to all of my moms old CD's on our sound system where they are blaring through the house and us dancing, or her turning on the radio and Hey Mickey by Toni Basil coming on and us singing all around the house. Music was a huge part of my childhood and has helped me be who I am today. My favorite singer is torn between Switchfoot and Lifehouse, they are both soft rock singers and its easy listening music. I love songs where I can relate to the lyrics and all of their songs I can do that with. Learning to breathe by Switchfoot reminds me of my dad because it is from the movie a walk to remember which was our favorite. I love going to concerts, I am going to see Switchfoot next month, but I usually go see country singers in concert like Carrie Underwood, Rascal Flats, and Miranda Lambert. I will never forget the Carrie Underwood concert for her amazing stand performance.. I listen to todays hits on the radio the most, and yes I sing along to every one. No music is really controversial to me. I like most all types of music and cant think of a artist that I don't like.   

Music

When I listen to music it helps me relax and almost block all of the problems in my life out for just those few minutes. It is a escape, and makes me happy. My favorite song is Between the Raindrops by Lifehouse featuring Natasha Bedingfield. It has a really good meaning, and is a Christian song. I'm not really a person who attends church all the time but I am a Christian and by listening to this type of music makes me happy. It always helps remind me that someone is there even when it seems like no one is and you want to give up. When I was younger I only liked the typical radio hits, and didn't get outside the box to see what I would like. As I got older though I started hanging out with different people and listened to different types of music and got interested. I started listening to everything and found what I really enjoyed. I am not very particular about my music, I have a very wide variety of music. I defiantly have my favorites, but I don't even think there is one type of music that I hate that I would never listen too. I love music so much that I like listening to any type of music. My family is the same way, and I grew up listening to more music than what I even did watch TV. I still am like that now, and it has made me very susceptible to all different types of music. My friends listen to come of the music I do, but I listen to everything so I cant really make any conclusions about us listening to the same type of music because I will listen to everything. Without music the world would be a completely different place. It would be boring. Without music, my life wouldn't be anything like it is now. I couldn't even imagine my life without music, because my life consist of music. I admire the music of Macklemore because he always puts meaningful words behind all of his songs. Every song he sings almost has a story behind it.  One event where I really connected to music was at the Carrie Underwood concert and she started singing Temporary home. It was right after my dad had died and that song is still one of my favorite songs. I don't think there is any type of music that shouldn't be tolerated. I love all types and even if someone doesn't like it there will be someone who does. I feel that music does have the power to heal. Music can help people through many hard things in their life. If you really listen to the lyrics of music you can really relate to most songs. It gives people a since of comfort when they listen to certain types of music because it is almost as if they are going through a lot of the same things as the writer of the song. It makes the listener feel normal. I know with me listening to a lot of Switchfoot has related to my life and gives me a since of comfort. Music defiantly has the ability to change a mood. In movies they play certain music for certain parts. Music has a mood to itself and when you listen to it, it can make you feel that way too. I think music is poetry, because music usually tells a story as does a poem, but with simple lines and phrases. Music for me puts me in a place of comfort that nothing else can. I would never want to sing professionally but I did choir for years and enjoyed it.

Poem about the Window

Young and Naïve

Nothing will ever change she thought

Leaves change and darkness overcomes

The world becomes something different than expected

The empty house across the street stays motionless

Having no life needing love and care

The moving trucks coming

It is once again loved and beautiful

Garden flowers and window boxes

The house was what she remembered

Through the Window

Windows are a way of everyone seeing and viewing the world. Growing up I would always look through the same window in the living room of my house. I have never moved before so I have always been able to see the changes in the world through this window as I have grown up. Looking out as a child I only saw the abstract part of the world, the trees and houses across the street, the sunrise and sunset. As I got older I started to see more changes and started trying to figuring out why things changed. When I was 10 the old lady across the street passed away, and I remember watching out the window at the moving trucks coming and taking away all of what was left of her. The house turned into a rental property. I would wait for months for the empty house to have someone come and use it as a home as did the old lady. I would get up every morning and go look out the window and try to see into the house but it was always empty. Finally after a few months a lady moved in. I was excited that the house had a purpose now. The lady really enjoyed gardening, so the gravel in the driveway was slowly moved to the side of the tree in the center. She started laying down the soil, then the flowers. I grew up watching this house going from empty and run down to a beautiful home. The flowers remind me of the old lady and how sweet she was. The flowers in my heart help me always remember her and how she was so amazing to me growing up. It isn't the window that has a story but what you see through it. When I move out and come back, I cannot wait to see what has changed sitting in that window with my own kids and telling them the memories I had looking through that window when I was their age.

6 Word Memior

A Hard Working Girl Finding Her Place.

 

Vincent Van Gogh

On March 30,1853 Vincent Van Gogh one of the world soon to be most known and most successful artist was born. He was born in the Small town of Groot Zundert near Brussels. He was born from his mother Cornelia and father Theodorus. His mother didn't have a job, but his father was a protestant minister. He had 5 siblings Anna, Theo, Elizabeth, Wilhelmien, and Cornelius. He went to a catholic elementary school and switched schools for middle. He never got married and was rejected so many times he moved to art to express his true love. 5 Major events that happened in his lifetime were, Czar Nicholas the first of Russia died, Charles Darwin published " Origins of the species", Lincoln was elected president of the USA, Civil War in America, and French captured Mexico City.
Throughout Van Gogh's life he suffered with mental Illness, inability to foster relationships, and suicidal tendencies. Van Gogh's paintings were not popular while he was alive, but after he died they became of great value. He used mostly water colors which was a new idea for painting in the post- impressionism time period they were living in. His most famous works where, Starry Night, The Bedroom and Sunflowers. He had many other paintings that many people know and love. One of my favorites is Café Terrace at Night, it was a sort of abstract painting of a café in the night off of a road in the middle of Italy. Another one of my favorites was Sunflowers which was one of his most famous, it was of a vase of sunflowers, but the way he used the water colors with the orange and yellow hues was just truly amazing.

Narrative Poems for Paintings

Starry Night over Rhone by Vincent Van Gogh

Like Magic the bright lights shine down on the water, it looks like the bright orange hues are dancing along the water

The beauty of a green marsh along the shallow blue water was the perfect place for us to be

Years had gone by and memories were made, I just wish she was part of all of my past

This night was falling around us as if we were in a story book with the stars like a blanket

People may change but they are still beautiful, and she was

 



His last Painting Before Suicide

The Peaceful sunsets over the harvesting corn

The crows begin to swarm over the field as if they were watching something

The night was peaceful and quite

There seemed to be no purpose to my life in this boring life

It was time to go for the world had no need for me in its amazing beauty

Hopper's Painting- Inspired Piece

I see a place for the forgotten

I hear the soft cry's of wanting home

I smell the grassy plain

I taste the salty tears

I imagine a family had to run away from all they knew

Memorable Passage

One of my favorite books that I have read is Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. It may sound weird that I learned about myself by reading this book, but it is true. The amazing quotes she put in this book really did help inspire me as a person to look at my life. "Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something." This is one of the most famous quotes in the book which Bella says about Edward who she falls in love with. I believe this quote is true that it is a good way to die in place of someone you love. I feel that true love is when you put someone else before yourself and everything else. This quote says that. Bella loved Edward so much that she would give up everything for him. That is what true love is. It is my favorite quote from the book because just that little line means so much!

Writers as Readers

When I read I feel most comfortable reading books that I can relate to or that keep my attention and are full of action. I love books that are realistic to books that are so far out there that couldn't ever happen in a million years.
I love realistic fiction. I like being able to read about a story of someone's life that I could almost relate to. I like books that talk about teenagers life and how they have to push through the crazy things in life. It just makes more sense to read something I can relate to and that it can help me in my life reading something I cant.
I write like Dan Brown the author of the Da Vinci Code.
When I read the book twilight, it may sound strange, but I could relate to Bella because she was trying to figure out what she really wanted. She was being torn in so many different directions that she had a hard time making a decision. I have felt like that a lot in my life.
I picked up Hunger Games and was really excited to read through it. It was full of adventure and love and all sorts of different things. I couldn't help but keep reading it. I have had some books that were just really hard to read that I just dragged through though. I don't know any in particular.
My mom taught me how to read. I remember being one of the only kids in kindergarten who knew how to read, because my mom had taught me. I remember it being difficult at first, but then easy and fun.
I remember reading a old book I forgot the name, but it was about Jack and Jill. The books where made up of simple sentences, and it was the first book my dad read when he was little too.
My favorite book I remember reading is Twilight, because it was one of the fist books I read that really brought a interest to me and made me keep reading. It was so different from any other book I had ever read which made it even better.
My favorite book series is the Junie B Jones books. I remember reading them before I went to bed at night, and I would love reading them because it was always a new story about her day at school or on the bus, or anything a little kid wanted to do.
When I finished the book Hate List I was angry afterwards because, the book was so good from the beginning and then got really boring after about the first half. It was really hard to finish and the ending was somewhat boring.
I believe that books can change your interest. I never thought I would enjoy twilight, but I did really like it. I enjoyed reading all about the vampires and werewolf's, which before I read it was stupid. It just depends on the writer and their writing style, because I know Stephanie Meyer really changed my interest.
When I write I usually don't envision my reader. I usually write for myself and my own thoughts and feelings because it is easiest for me to do. I  try not to offend anyone in my writing, but I don't base my writing off of what I think my reader will feel about my piece.
I feel like the more you read the better writer you become. Not just because of the grammar aspect of it, but from how your imagination grows. If you read more you get more ideas.
I though about writing a book about my life, but I don't know if I want people to know all about me. I just think memoirs are so interesting.

Angelou Writers Response

Maya Angelo is a extremely successful writer who wrote about her life and hard times. Maya celebrates "the universal human power to triumph over adversity." I know it can become hard in your life to over come things but same as Maya I have moved through to find that you as yourself have the ability to overcome a huge tragedy or hard life because you are strong! I have had many friends who have struggled with hard times whether it be when they were little growing up in a bad home and put in foster care, or being abused and having to move in with another family member. Things like this happen everyday, and you have the power to overcome it and move forward with your life not letting anything tear you down and showing those who hurt you that they have no control over your life. One of my friends was adopted from Russia when she was 7 she was put in a orphanage when she was younger because her parents were not stable to take care of her and left her with her siblings in a park. Yes she does have some problems with anger, and we don't always get along, but she is a strong person who has moved on past that point in her life and not let it hold her back.
Maya Angelo went through a major trauma when she was 7 years old and didn't talk for 5 years. I couldn't even image how hard it would be to go that long without talking. It takes serious emotional damage to cause a person not to talk for so long. I talk to much myself and to image going so long without talking to anyone, not even my parent that would be so hard to deal with! I do feel if I didn't speak so often though and listened I would learn a lot from the world and realize how important it is to listen and not to speak. I also feel though by talking and interacting with people you learn a lot too. I am amazed at how amazing Maya is of a writer when she went so long without interacting, but yet I think how much time she had to listen and learn about the world. I feel this has helped shape her as a writer.
In Maya Angelo's passage she talks about total recall. When she talks about this I can relate. If you have ever been through something traumatic it doesn't matter how hard you may try to block it out it has a way of coming back. Not just coming back though, but it is almost like you are reliving that moment again. You remember ever single last detail down to what the people where wearing. It never matters ether if you try to focus on the good the bad has a way of coming back and biting you in the butt. You also though remember really good times in your life, like when you went on a vacation, or when you spent a day with your family. They also are the same where you remember everything about it down to the smell. It helps our imagination grow when we remember these things because we cant help but imagine them again. The memories maybe good or bad but this helps us grow as a person and especially as writers.
To occupy your small mind you do things that are small and easy to help you get moving in the direction where you can do everything you want to do. When I need to occupy my small mind I swim or listen to music. It relaxes me and takes the stress away from all other things, so my mind can be open to all new things. Maya uses playing cards. You also though can have small distractions that keep you from getting done what you need to, my biggest thing is my phone and talking to people. It takes me away from the things I need to accomplish and I have to overcome the temptation and put the phone aside so I can do what is needed to be done.
I agree that writing can become hard especially when thinking about the reader and what they would enjoy. I find writing easy when I am doing it for myself, because I know that no one is judging it. When I write papers though for grades it suddenly becomes a lot more difficult. The fear of the reader not injoying the paper or feeling the paper isn't right. Your thoughts and feelings may not be the same as the reader, but you always are going to have some people displeased no matter how hard you try. I find it hard to think that I cannot always please my writers, so that is the hardest writing for me.

My Future is Bright

When I think about my future, I think about college, having a family and kids. It has always been something in the distant future, but its getting really close now that I think about it. I have one more year of high school and I will be in college. In the presentation we were given Monday by the art institute, it gave me more of a push that I need to find out where I am going in life. I may not want to go to a art institute but it was very interesting seeing how she was explaining how in the college you can do something you have loved all your life and live out your dreams. I loved seeing the video of all the photography the girl had taken representing everything she loved in life. It was really inspiring because you could tell that she really enjoyed what she was doing. I don't have really any questions for the reprehensive at the art institute but to any person that is in college. My question is, Does it go as fast as what these high school years have gone? I feel like my life is flying by before my eyes. Thankfully I know what I want with my life though. I want to go to school to be a nurse aesthesis. Get my BSN at UMKC and graduate with my boyfriend. I want to live in Oregon and have the best job I could ever ask for, and have 3 kids. When I think of my life in 5 years I think of it just starting and that that even in 5 years I will have a lot ahead after that. It is excited to think about. My life will be great if it goes as planned and even if it doesn't because God has a plan and I trust it will be good.

Pillow Talk

Dreams are a huge thing in peoples lives. Sleep is something I look forward to every night, and the many dreams make it just that much better. When you think about it though, you don't always have good dreams. When I was younger I didn't always like sleeping because I use to have some of the worst nightmares. The thought of having to close my eyes and not knowing what would come to my mind was a huge fear. They were always so real too as if they were happening and I would wake up terrified to go back to sleep. This picture of the pillow reminds me off my nightmares and my bad dreams I had when I was younger. The dark shading and light faint stripes, it just looks like someone had a lot of nightmares when sleeping with this pillow. When I think of nightmares I think of dark and shades of gray, not being able to see what is ahead of me and not being able to get out. I don't understand except for the dark shades of gray, why the pillow makes me think of nightmares. I  guess its just my interpretation.

Art has many interpretations

This piece of art is up for many interpretations. When I look at it, it has kind of a way of speaking to me. It may sound funny, but it is true. When I look at it is represents life,  all the colors representing all the feelings and emotions you have, and the way they are splattered here and there is representing how the emotions come at  different times and you cant always keep them straight and everything gets crazy and it starts to look like this painting. Things going here and there, and your life going crazy. It was once said not all who wander are lost. This is so true your emotions might be crazy from all the many things you are experiencing, and your life looks like this painting scattered and confusing. This doesn't mean you are lost though it just means you are experiencing life, and crazy times in life bring some of the best memories with the best people. I look at my life yes it is really crazy and that's why this painting reminded me of my life, but I am having more fun now then I have ever had. Life is meant for you to have fun get a little crazy and yes you will have some hard times. Every time a door closes though another opens remember that. Don't waste your life worried about  being perfect because no life is perfect and a perfect life is way more boring than a life that you take chances with. Don't let peoples judging change what you do in life, the true friends will stand by you and understand why you do the things you do. It is time to figure out your life who you are and get ready for the big future ahead of you. Take risk, have fun, and make memories so when you look at a painting of your life it isn't boring.

Another Place, Another Time

The world is large, full of huge places to adventure. I feel God made the world so large and vast not to just give us many places to go, but to give us a since of not knowing. He didn't want us all in the same world to know the same things, live the life the same, and see the same things. He wanted all of us to be diverse and unique. I feel though as if he makes a place for all of us that he want us to end up. A place where life is easy and everything falls together. The really remember able part though is the journey you take trying to find it.
My friend Brandon has lived in the same town all his life. He never went on many vacations as a child and now is graduating high school and wants to travel. He says he wants life to be adventurous and that he fells his life has always been boring just living by the status quo. I told him I understood, and to go where he has always wanted to go most and to travel from there. He said okay and took the first flight to New York the next morning. HIs grandfather had left him money when her died a few years ago, and had told him to go and adventure live and explore all different places to help him find his true self. He took the flight to New York and I told him to send me pictures and cards so I could see how much fun he was having. He did I got pictures from everywhere, Germany, Britain, Spain Italy, Russia, Ireland, even Australia. Every time he sent a picture and I saw his big smile I knew he was enjoying life and learning a lot about himself. My favorite picture was of him in California, him on the beach with the sunset. He looked so happy and he put a caption "This is where I belong." Then I knew God put him there for a reason just like I said and I knew that things would work out for him. After him seeing California he bought a house with the leftover money from his grandfather. He decided to go to school, because he started to really love architecture from the numerous places and wanted to become a interior designer. He still sends me cards and we talk all the time, now its just my turn to find out where I belong.
Brandon has found himself and has set out to live the life he has always dreamed of. Not everyone in this world has done that, some people have jobs they hate. Some people just do things for money or for their family. People live life the way they feel is right, but it isnt always. I encourage anyone to be like my friend Brandon and set out for your dreams, because you will be very happy. For him, “If there was an answer he would find it there.”

Favorite Quotes

Newspaper Creates Dreams

As I was reading through and skimming the newspaper, there are many articles that have to do with your future. My favorite part to look in is the houses for sale. I love seeing all the houses and seeing how big and small they are and just imagining what life would be like living within those walls. When I look at a house I always picture a family that lives inside, and imagine their life. I found one home yesterday that was goregous, based right out of one of the nicest neighboorhoods in the town, and had white window frames and brown brick. It was modern and nice. I imagined my life living inside it as oragnised, everything being run neatly and my life in order. I would have a husband be working as a nurse anethesis and him being a insurance sales man. Us having 3 kids 2 boys one older and one younger and a little girl in the middle. I imagined the kitchen being big and all the kids rooms being painted and titty. It's amazing how a little newspaper clipping of a house can spark many hopes and dreams for my future.

Blackout

Famous Lines from Famous Books

"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since." This is a famous first line in the book, The Great Gatsby. This book was published in the year 1925 and was writen by F. Scott Fitzgerald who lived from 1896-1940. He was the author of The Side of Paradise, and The Beautiful Damned also. This book is about these people living in a fictional town called West Egg, and how a mysterious millionare, Jay Gatsby, and Daisy Buchanan have a love affair. Daisy had feel in love with Jay when she was younger, but he was poor growing up. Daisy had to much of a love for money, that when she meet who know is her husband she left Jay for him. Jay comes back to West Egg when he gets older and has lots of money. It is a mystery to find out how he got all his money, but Daisy starts to fall in love with him again and has a love affair. This novel is very well known and popular, and from the information I found I would love to read it. "After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain." This famous last line comes from the book A Farewell to Arms. It was published in the year 1927 and writen by Ernest Hemingway. Enest lived from 1899-1961, and is also known for his books, For Whom the Bell Tolls, and The Old Man and the Sea. This book is set in the World War 1 era. The author had just got out of World War 1 so he decided to write a book about it. The book is a love story between two people, American Henery, and Cathrine Barkly. It is a love story that helps explain the hardships the war put people through. I would also love to read this book becuase it is well known and has a intersting plot to a love story.

Nightmares

To close my eyes is often a fear of mine. I have had so many awful nightmares in my life that I have had to learn to relax and go to sleep. For the longest time I would have a reoccurring dream that was terrifying. I am usually someone who doesn't get scared much, I can watch scary movies but this dream seems so real. The dream has gone on for years, but I never know when it will happen. It starts off with me laying in my bed like what I was before I feel asleep. I get weaken up by a loud sound of a window breaking. I jump up and run into my moms room but the moment I get to the hallway it is to late. I see the intruder in one eye and my mom in the other. I look at the intruder with his gun pointing at me. He says "If you take one more step I will shoot." I look at him and say, "What do you want?" He replies with a soft tone, "YOU!" I looked at my mom and she is about to jump in front of me. I look at him and say, " What do you want to do with me?" He said, " You are very pretty and I want to use you like I did the last 3, don't worry it will only be for a few hours then everything will be over." I asked "What do you mean over?" He said "Oh just the drugs they will wear off you wont remember anything and we will make sure you wont remember far any after that either." I look at him and say, "I'd rather die." he said, "Well would you like your mom to die?" I cower down and said,"No I will do anything so my mom wont get hurt." He smiles takes my hand and before I know my mom jumps on his back and I hear a gun fire. I look around and see my mom on the ground. I grabbed a picture frame off the wall and smash the corner into his head. He passes out I take him and drag him into the front yard as I call 911. I go back inside and look at my mom and try to wake her, she wont. That's when I wake up.  This is the worst dream I have, and every time wake up crying. I don't know what I would do if that actually happened in real life and am relived that it is a dream every time I wake up.

Dream Thread

Next thing I know the speedometer inches forward and the speed increases. I never knew it could happen to me. She said she hadn't been drinking, and seemed fine. We were going 65,70,75 now 90 down a old road in the middle of nowhere. "Megan slow down!" I yelled. No response. I look at her she seemed almost emotionless, I taped her to get her attention. " What we are just having fun..." she said. "You are going 90 on a road in the middle of nowhere slow down!!!" I yelled again. "FINE!" she screamed. She slammed on the breaks and before I new I felt the car start to flip, the back came up and flipped over the top, I ducked down into a ball. I felt the car start to slide once it flipped. I was in a ball in the what now is top of the car but use to be the bottom. I felt a searing pain in my leg, I think it is broke. I started to look around to see if there is a way out. I see that there is a tiny opening between the front seats and back window that I might be able to get through. I look over Megan is like a mannequin motionless. I have to hurry to get to her. I find myself over thinking everything I do because the sight of seeing my best friend like that made me panic. I started to ease my way out into the small space. I got all the way through. The back window thankfully is almost all the way broken out. I take the ice chipper I see in the backseat and slam it into the already shattered part. Shreds go flying. I move quickly through the window. I get out and I see we are still in the middle of the highway. I look around no one is coming. I am limping with one leg, but I try my hardest to move the car to the side of the road. Then I go over to the drivers door. I take a deep breath. I look at the door and try to open it, it is prided shut. I look at the front dash and see that the window is broken but I don't know how to get Megan out. I knew I should call 911 but my phone got broke to so until someone finds us I have to try to get her out. I go back through the back of the car, I see Megan is stuck between the steering wheel and the seat I notice she has a pocket knife. I think maybe I can try to pry the door open, because once its open I can try to slide her out that way. I grabbed the knife and I started to pry. I got it all the way around and with all my might I swung the door open. There she was I have to move fast she is bleeding bad from her leg. She of course is upside down because the car flipped, so I start to try to un buckle her seat belt. It is stuck, so I used the knife to cut it. Thankfully once I got the seat belt she eased out. I grabbed her and pulled her into the grass near us so we were off the road. I checked for breathing and a pulse. She had both thankfully. I looked all over for glass cuts and she only had minor. She I could tell did have a broken leg, but she must of got knocked out by the impact of the steering wheel. I searched for her phone and thankfully I found it. I quickly called 911 they arrived at the accident and took Megan and I too the hospital they contacted my mom also. I kept living that moment over and over, the moment the car flipped I wasn't able to control it. Don't drink and drive. It was a dream for me but a reality for some.

Blue

 

Sitting by the ocean watching the deep translantic blue roll in waves.
Capri Grotto is the most beautiful place I have ever seen.
Vacation seaside brings joy.
Imagining the birds eye view from across the sensational waves.
When the tidewater starts to get high the hue become more extravagant.
The ocean is like natures cool water pond that stretches over the world for everyone to see.
The icy peppermint vinca blowing in the wind, and bringing the color blue to life.

The Orange Door

 

Every house has a story. A lot of times you judge a persons character by the things they own, or the house they have. Truly we cannot do that, because even what seems to be the most perfect house doesn't always have a perfect family living inside. This orange door belongs to the White family. The house is located off of Broadway Street. The house is actually a very nice apartment in the middle of New York. The house everyone admires, and knows who the owner is. The White's are a very wealthy family, the dad is a very successful business man for his insurance company and is the president. The mom is a hard working lawyer. They have 2 kids a boy and a girl. The boy is 19 and is going to school to become a neurologist, whereas there 17 year old daughter doesn't have many of the same goals. She has never been given much attention and now feels like she has to get it in any way possible. She got busted for drugs at school once and they put her in the alternative school. She started to hang out with the wrong croud of people and then got a boyfriend. Little did her parents know about her new friends and boyfriend before she became pregnant. The whole family has had to deal with it and tries to figure out what they have done wrong. This story goes to show that just because someone may have money or a luxurious lifestyle doesn't mean there life is all that great because when you are neglected of attention as a child you thrive for any type you can get when you get older. The pretty door and pretty family behind it actually is struggling with the crazy life situations which you would of never guessed, because who would of thought such a beautiful home could have so many problems within it.

HEART OF GOLD

Helping always
Enjoying moments
Always making people smile
Remembering the good times
Taking things day by day
Open arms outstretched
Finding the way
Going with the flow
Opening up with thoughts
Living life to the fullest
Doing the very best

Objects of Insperation

When I was a little girl I really enjoyed being outside like what I do know. I was that kid who looked forward to recess everyday and would throw a fit when we had to go in. One of the things I really remembered though were me and my friends taking those little weed flowers and messing with them. We would sometimes make rings out of them, bracelets and necklaces. I will never forget one day I was playing on the monkey bars and this girl came up to me and gave me a necklace and we became best friends after that. There were so many memories on that playground that just that simple flower brought back to me. It was amazing at how easy life was when you where a little kid and how easy it was to please you. I remember we would always chase around the boys on the soccer field and try to sneak down the slide in a train because we knew the teachers would get mad at us. I remember me and my best friend Ireland doing the monkey bars over and over, and the swings everyday to see who could get the highest. When it came to the swings though you had to be first in line going out onto the playground because everyone wanted to be on the swings and me and Ireland always were. That playground is in many of my memories. I was always that child who had the fun birthday parties and I remember one in particular and it was on the same playground at school and it was princess themed. When I saw the princess sticker I immediately thought of my birthday party and my favorite part was my princess piñata, and crown. I had all of the kids in my kindergarten class there like most kids did when they where little, and it was so much fun! I remember one of my best friends he was there and all my friends would tease me of how we were going to get married! I still laugh to this day when I see him because I was so close to him and it is crazy how much we have grown up. Those little childhood memories have always stuck no matter how old I am. I had one of the best childhoods with amazing friends and a lot of them I can still say are my friends! Another thing the princess sticker reminded me of is Ireland, because she was so silly and always had a tiara! Every birthday she had in elementary you could count on her having a tiara in her hair and everyone thought it was so cool. Back then she was defiantly a princess and still is. I look back on all of my memories with her and can say that she really is the best friend I could have ever asked for and it is amazing how through all these years we have stuck together! It amazes me how such a simple object can bring back so many countless memories of my childhood. It makes me think of how blessed I was to have such a fun childhood with amazing friends and family! I really do love thinking of those years and have lots of thanks to give to my mom and dad for making me such a spoiled kid!

I Am Poem

I am a girl,only one in family. I am a hard worker from a 3 bedroom house, and homecooked meals. I am a daughter who misses the hugs, soft spoken I love you's and the goodnights. I am a teenager missing her father. I am a swimmer who gives all she's got. I am a goal stiving motivated, heard headed cluts. I am a friend who loves to have fun. I am keeping things interesting, making people laugh, and never allowing silence. I am cheesy smiles and crazy memories. I am not caring about what people think, and being myself. I am friendly and loud. I am laughing till I cry. I am late nights studing, homework and projects. I am early morning workouts and afternoon naps. I am taking things day by day. I am me.