activity

My mom comes busting in my room telling me that I need to be involved in school activities. Why in the world would I want to do something like that, I already spend too much time at that place around the same people and the same teachers. She said it can be a sport, a club even an organization. I begged and pleaded with her and even refused to be in any part of any of that. Then the tables turned as soon as she said school activity or you get a job at the farm. “But mom I can’t do the work required on the farm!” and her only response was “looks like you’re going to spending more time at school then.” Its torture, torture I tell you. What is her reasoning for this getting more involved crap, I just don’t understand her sometimes. So I go to school to look for something I can do to get my mom off my back. There, I found one that seems to work for me, C.E.C will do. This is the Council for Exceptional Children’s club. Something I have always wanted to do it work with special needs children, I’m starting to think I might actually like this and maybe, just maybe mom might be right. And wow what an experience it has turned out to be already, trust me I will be going back to this next year. It gives you the satisfaction of helping others, and it’s fun and entertaining. Some of my best times this year have been helping out with the students there, making new friends and everything. Yeah, so maybe mom was right in the end, it would be good for me to do an activity at school.

Ughh, some teacher, some rules, some changes. It’s all so stressful and a lot of the time unnecessary. We will start off with the teachers, let’s see some of them are just plain rude, and power hungry. They want respect with no questions or explanations from you. It just amazes me that they think they should receive that respect when they show none to anyone else, that’s not how it work, you give respect you get respect. Just like teachers always say “I don’t give out grades, you earn them,” well here is mine, you should get respect without earning it either if you treat people ugly don’t expect people to like or even respect you. Yes they do have authority but sometimes I feel like that is the only reason they took a teaching job, to feel like they have power over other people, that shouldn’t be the case. Teachers should actually want to help rather than dictate. Rules I understand are necessary, some of them, but I thought school was to prepare you, how are we getting prepared when we can’t even make our own decisions because principles, teachers, and the school board are already making them for us. Some changes, honestly aren’t needed, book bags? Seriously, not hurting anyone so why take them away after my parents have taken out of their paycheck to get them for me. School schedule, why does it matter how many classes we have compared to the other schools as long as the classes are taken sometime. Schools not so bad, just some things about it are.

There are so many questions about life, what will happen, why are we here, what is my purpose, who is truthful and what should I believe? So many questions, so few answers. Will there ever be answers or are we lost and confused forever? Should we run on faith or look for explanations? A little help would be nice. Can you still ask questions but still honor your religion? Will he be angry for my questions? If you believe that should be good enough for you to keep faith. But what will he think on judgement day, will I be good enough with my faith and good heart alone?

Doesnt it amaze you how people will compete over anything, and for what? Just so people will know you can do something. Sports are always a biggy, and im no exception of that, I always love being a part of or watching a win. But thats not it, people compete for attention, for boys/girls, you name it and we want to be the best. If we arent, then we arent good enough, so we train, prepare and work harder so we will be on top next time. Its good to work for things, dont get me wrong but its the senseless things that we out more emotion and passion into. Isnt that something... Isnt that something

What happens when people start pointing fingers and judging others. Its chaos. Rumors fly, attitudes peak, and fights break out. All for what, to save yourself? Was it worth it to see several others fail because of your foolish decisions? Stop and think, dont be wreckless or cause pain upon others. Because one day it will be you at judgement. And what will they think and say? Put your heart and mind to good use and be kind, for one day it will be returned to you in a time of need. So what will happen when you start to help rather than hurt?

Thanksgiving. Thats interesting, with a boyfriends other half of the family that you have never met, and he was reluctant to tell you they would be there. I think it was on purpose so I wouldnt freak out or back down. So you just walk in with a nervous face and sweaty palms. And by the way, where does he keep going? Leaving me, to fend for myself, and communicate to the ones brave enough to ask questions. But all turned out well, nice conversations and great food. Finally, its off to see my family. This oughta be interesting.

There is not one day of my life that I would undo. Because everyday has had a large impact on my life. Good moments have made me happy, bad moments have tough me a lesson and made me stronger and more prepared for what life can throw at me. Every moment of my life has been given to me for a reason, they way I choose to spend that time has made me into the person that I am. I have gone through pain, I have been in trouble, I have had some of the most amazing days and I haven’t regretted any of it. So no, there isn’t a year, a month, a week, or even a day that I would undo because that wouldn’t make me, well..Me now would it?

The one thing I have that means the most to me would be the blue birthstone ring that my mother bought me for Christmas When I was thirteen. And the person besides my family that means the most to me would have to be Richard Thomas. Richard plays baseball for a nice college and has recently hurt his wrist very bad. If he doesn’t have surgery then his whole baseball career would be over and he wouldn’t be able to finish college because the baseball scholarship is paying for his education. His family is short a few hundred dollars and they don’t know how they are going to be able to afford for the surgery. I know that he is in a bind and would never ask me for the money but I feel like I should try to help, he has done so much for me already. A ring is just a possession, but he needs his future, so I visited the pawn shop to sell my very much real ring and mailed the money to him so he wouldn’t be able to refuse it. I could give up one thing of mine for someone that means a whole lot to me. It was given by my mom, but there are other things that my mom has given me and will give me. This is something he could never get back later, the money is needed now.

Cats and Jeans

At my dads house we have a cat, her name is Cali and hse always rummages through my bags. One night i forgot to zip my bag up and she drug out my favorite and only pair of jeans that I had brought and they were all ripped up from her clawing. We planned on going to a concert that day. SO I had to either wear them or stay at home. I was so embarrased that I hzd to wear them. But when we got there all the young girls were complimenting them saying they wished they had come up with that idea, alli would say is that it was my cats brillient idea. so they are still my favorite jeans but not only because i like them but also because they started the hole injeans trend, all thanks to Cali.

Amanda was a young girl who had many friends. Zoey was her best friend though, since the first of elementary school. Each and everyday they would spend time with each other after school.Coloring on the sidewalk with chalk was always their favorite thing to do. Henry, Amanda's little brother would always try to ruin what they have drawn or just stand around and try to bug them and criticize their artwork. In just a few minutites he would always achieve his goal on bothering the two girls. Day after day it was the same routine, arguments after arguments it never ended. just one day Amanda wished her brother would leave them alone. Prank, she thought, she would just play a prank on him, that would teach him. Quietly the next day Amanda and Zoey entered the house where she knew her brother would be playing in his room, they snuck up to his bedroom door and locked him inside. After he realized the girls were home he ran to his door trying to open it, but it wouldnt open. He started screaming for his sister to come help him because he was scared. Amanda just walked out the front door to go enjoy her peaceful day with Zoey and no nagging little brothers. Of course she eventually let him out, and he learned that he shouldnt bother his sister anymore because you never know what she could do back.

If I was given one day to live over again it would be the day I went to my first college football game. I wouldn’t do anything different. Riding three hours with my boyfriend to Lexington to watch my favorite college play was amazing. You walk in the stadium and there is so much energy, so much excitement. The lights are as bright as can be. You’re all cheering and chanting the same phrases to the players below. Watching and waiting to see what is going to happen next, anything is possible in a stadium full of talent and ambition. Everyone is there for the same reason, to see a victory. You can smell all the food, hot dogs, nachos, and burgers. There is so much talking and screaming you can hardly hear yourself think, but you wouldn’t change a thing about it. It makes you think that you can believe in anything, that anyone from a small town can achieve their big dreams.

Life comes and goes. For some of us it lasts a long time, and for the unfortunate others it is taken away from us much too early. No one knows when, but we all ask why? It’s the hardest thing to grasp your mind around, not being able to control or even slightly understand. Growing up with, caring for, being around, and laughing with, then one day it can all just be over and your left with only memories. So much you want to talk about and you don’t get the chance, so much you want them back but you can’t, so much you want more of those memories. Is there heaven or hell when drugs are involved with his death when they were trying to straighten up? Or could it just be the end, with nothing left for you at all? Your faith determines your reaction. That’s all I have to keep me from asking too many questions, wondering so much, letting the grieving take over completely. It hurts so badly to let go, but moving on isn’t forgetting. We all know that everyone around us will one day die, but it’s such a shock, such a heartache. What do you do, how do you deal? You want to show your respects and yet you can dwell on it. You just have to trust in higher power that everything is for the better. Maybe he was chosen to be an example, maybe he was given the opportunity to be taken away from his temptations since he was trying to be better. Still so many questions, still no assuring answers.

Childhood seems so long ago, sounds so long ago. But the memories feel like it was just yesterday playing with the neighborhood kids at my grandparents. Kickball, basketball, dirt wars, riding bikes down to the park, you name it and we did it. The only worry in the world was putting band aids on the scrapes we got from it all. Swing sets and footballs, beating the boys when they said girls can’t do it. Spending the night with grandma just to do it all over again the next day. Cheese eggs for breakfast and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, then mommas good cooking for dinner. Day after day I saw the same people but played different games. Man oh man if I could feel that excitement again.

You’re always given a choice. And your decision will affect you and everything your life will become. What is it that you’re passionate about? Do you even know what you want out of life? Do people tell you that it’s impossible, or you aren’t smart enough? Well I think that should be what motivates you, prove to everyone who tries to put you down that they are wrong. Women became soldiers, men became nurses, and African Americans became president. Break the mold, do what you want. If you aren’t quite sure what exactly it is that you want to accomplish yet, go on a search for it.
I personally want to help people. I have a desire to want to give to those who are willing to try, those who are deserving. It’s never too late to figure out what you’re meant for. Just remember it is always your choice, it won’t always be easy but sometimes the hard work makes you appreciate what comes out of it.

Roller coasters.. They go up, down, fast, and sometimes they loop in circles.
Life.. It has its ups, it has its downs, it goes by very fast, and you sometimes feel like you’re just going in circles.
You choose whether you ride the exciting road, or if you sit on the bench.
Do you ride it out? Enjoy it while it lasts? Or are you the one to wait and see, just watch everyone around you going on the adventure?
There is always a seat next to you; you get to choose who is right there with you, just remember they are going to be there until the end. But you can’t forget the other seats surrounding you as well. They will still be there at the end; they just enjoy you from a distance.
So will you be the daredevil, will you take the risk, or will you be the one that sits back and watches the fun all around you?

Life… it’s wonderful, it’s spontaneous, careful yet carefree. Full of love and anger. Tears for upsets or tears for joy. Some lives are wild and exciting; some lives revolve around something larger than this world alone. But it’s always your life, and it’s always your choice. Some things are harder than others; it’s never easy but always difficult. Family and friends try to help, sometimes that works but other times you just feel like no one can understand but you always need people, you cant do it alone theres so many people in this world because they all need to work together. There is always that one person that can always relate to you, that is so easy to talk to, about anything and everything, never a dull moment with the two of you. There are times you will be so happy that you can’t even begin to describe it and just don’t want to lose that one wonderful feeling you have always waited to have. It’s amazing how the smallest things seem to always have the largest impact and end up being the largest part of your life. You never want to let it go…
Life… it’s wonderful, it’s what you make it. Live it to be happy, fulfill every dream possible, see everything beautiful and love everything about it…

The afternoon sunlight, projecting through the large tree onto a small table and two chairs. Empty at sight, yet filled with love everlasting. An old couple’s life brought to an end after spending every afternoon together in that one special spot. The special spot they were wed at. Flowers surrounding, family and loved one there to celebrate the occasion with the happy couple. The small seed they planted in that yard long ago has now grown into something beautiful. Into the tree shading the table. Many say it’s the representation of their strong devotion to each other. The spirits still linger with love in every direction. It’s a place of family gatherings; grandchildren run free and play games. Parents sit around a table eating and talking. So many memories in this one backyard all seem to be happy for everyone involved. An empty house after so many years has life brought back into it, the newlywed couple that has just arrived to the neighborhood are brought to this place still seated in the old chairs. They have made promises and tradition, eating breakfast in this place every morning. Now the young couple is growing old as well. Still living in the same house, and eating in the same place. Once again memories of family and friends surround the yard; the tree is still growing strong. But now it is time for a new family again. The tradition will go on in this happy and joyful place. Love is and will be everlasting in that tree, and at that table.