Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Post#7--Lists and poetry

List 1: 10 Things I Know to be True
     -1- Gravity is real
     -2- Time doesn't slow down for you
     -3- I love my family
     -4- They love me back
     -5- Fear of being judged by others will stop you from doing what you believe
     -6- Latin is hard
     -7- Everyone wants to be accepted
     -8- Lightning can strike twice in one place
     -9- There is a very merciful God
    -10- Choices always have consequences

List 2: 10 Objects I can't live without
     -1- Necessary organs
     -2- Books
     -3- Bread
     -4- Music
     -5- Bras
     -6- Toothpaste
     -7- iPod
     -8- Castle crashers
     -9- Documentaries
    -10- Chapstick

List 3: 10 Things I should have learned by now
     -1- How to write neatly
     -2- How to speak english good
     -3- How to find my way around without google maps
     -4- When to speak and when not to
     -5- How to save money
     -6- How to turn thoughts into words
     -7- How to eat bread without puking
     -8- How to eat sweet potatoes without barfing the next morning
     -9- How to take control of my life
    -10- How to keep good grades

List 4: 10 of my greatest fears
     -1- tight spaces
     -2- failing
     -3- falling off of a bike
     -4- breaking something that's not mine
     -5- spiders crawling down my shirt
     -6- not living to my full potential
     -7- losing a limb
     -8- never eating sushi again
     -9- disappointing people
    -10- never progressing in life

List 5: Things, Places or People etc that make me the most happy
     -1- doing service
     -2- getting an A
     -3- solving a problem
     -4- reading
     -5- exercising
     -6- sneezing
     -7- learning about new things
     -8- reading about architecture
     -9- learning about good people
    -10- temples

List 6: 10 places I will visit before I die
     -1- Jerusalem
     -2- Russia
     -3- New Zealand
     -4- India
     -5- Sweden
     -6- Niagra Falls
     -7- Dubai
     -8- Japan
     -9- China
    -10- Ireland

Self portrait poem:
Brytin
adventurous, perfectionist, indecisive, fickle
Jace, Calyn, Makenna, Micah, Caden
Love of wonders, nature, and science
Who currently feels incomplete, plain, stressed
Who needs comfort, shelter, and people
Who gives support, advice (helpful or not), life to plants with my oxygen
Who fears tight spaces, failure, and breaking something that's not hers
Who would like to see improvement in herself.
Who lives in a blue house
Waterlyn

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Quotes and Thoughts

In Man's Search For Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl, he says, "What else remained for us as a material link with our former lives?" World War II is said to be one of the greatest atrocities to ever come upon humanity. Humans were singled out for their race and stripped, from everything they had by the Nazi party. A survivor from one of the many concentration camps told how you can be whatever you want with clothing; you can dress to be a doctor, a writer, a dancer, a school girl, etc., but when they take that away, anything you had in life is taken with it. besides your skin. But the Nazis took that away too. How we dress and present ourselves says a lot. Somtimes, more than we hope it does. Shows like What Not To Wear, have this as their sole objective to the public. My whole life I've been in charter schools, so I got the concept of looking your best early on; although the uniforms aren't always THAT flattering. I remember hearing praise come from adults or tour guides on field trips because of how well behaved we were. Now, whether or not our uniforms were directly linked to behavior is debatable. However, I do know that the best memories that shape who I am now and who I will be, have been related to what I was wearing, it's a part of my identity. To have that taken away would mean that I would be nothing now.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Post #4--Things I don't normally do

Homework. Give gum to people. Play guitar because I'm busy think about how I should be doing homework. Cook. Travel. Chores. Reading a war book.I don't normally do that. I don't think I've ever read a war novel. At first all I was reading about was soldiers playing skat- a card game- and them hanging around waiting to go to the front. It was just like reading history facts and didn't really seem like a story or novel. I kept reading because I would feel bad stopping, it was also a school assignment to read it; another thing I don't normally do. As I read along I was getting pretty deep into the book. It was walking down stairs. When you're at the top and look down the flight of stairs it looks way too long and tiring, all the turns and monotony of it seems exhausting. The steps and walls I can see are simply concrete with gray railings to border them. I walk down anyway and find that there are pictures on the walls every now again that I can see. I see that they are pictures of men leaving their homes to go to another land. The pictures don't tell the whole story yet. This gets me to notice all the other pictures on the walls that I wasn't aware of before. These pictures tell stories! I've read a lot of books before, I know how to read but I didn't know how to read this book.This is war, it's new to me.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

My Perfect Day

Peaking up over the horizon the sun first greats the mountains across the valley and with it some chirpy life theme music that has happy piano notes hopping in the air. Birds wake up and sing in the trees outside my window, telling me I don't need to worry. I sit up snapping and bouncing up out of my bed to the beat of this happy theme music that guided me from night's slumber. My hair would be crazy but because it's My Perfect Day, it would be perfectly crazy. I wouldn't stay in the house too long because the weather would not bid me to, it's too perfect. I'd stay indoors only for breakfast; unless it was hot enough to cook pancakes and eggs on the sidewalk. Because it's the perfect day I don't have to worry about the sanitation of the sidewalks or my health. I would eat all the gluten filled toast and bread in the whole world, I wouldn't pack on all those calories either. Whilst eating my perfect breakfast the wiggles, joined harmoniously by the sun and the birds and all the deer in sight, would come and sing to me about eating right. Just when the wiggles and their glorious ensemble are finishing up a sun-orange koi fish, the size of a horse, waded by my side to give me a ride. To Sandy he would take me, so that I could stuff my face with sushi for lunch. The wiggles sang for a while. And that's where it would end, me and sushi for the longest time. Carpe diem.