Assignment #16

I'm at top. I feel as if so, I'm on top of the world. It's breezy; very. Chills have been runnworldsing down my spine, my cheeks, my arms like ice hitting that spot, where it might feel as if there is a ghost somewhere near by.

Rewind.

Dirt. Not a big fan, but it feels calm. Big, green trees everywhere. It smells like oak and fresh air that has never been poluted. Peace is, the one and only word that comes to mind. It also feels empty, somehow. I'm glad I felt the peace vibe. It was so wonderful, like cottoncandy, touching your tounge for the first time. It smells sweet, and you cant wait to enjoy the taste. It melts once it hits your taste buds; its amazing..

Rewind.

Nice, hot, smooth atmosphere. Ot surrounds me. I love it. I wish to never leave. Even if there are leaves raining off the trees branches, as if it were fall. But the climate doesn't match. Its perfect! I'm surrounded by my favorite colors; orange, yelloe, light green, fadding leaves turning brown. Ready to crumble, to disappear; fade.

Rewind.

Smoky brown is what I see once I open my eyes. Am I dreaming? I felt my self dreaming before, a couple seconds ago, of a beautiful meadow. Yellow, orange, light green leafs, surrounded me. I close my eyes trying to remember, the beautiful beyond explaining dream. I open my eyes once more. Chocolate fills the room; it smells like wonderful chocolate. I take a deep breath and want more..

I'm walking away from a black door. Black door? Is that a good sign..? I walk a bit faster. Wow. I become speechless. Its a meadow. A beautiful, beautiful meadow. I begin to walk faster to reach this wonderful place but, soon, it all disappears; in a second. I wake up, to the smothering, sweet like smell of chocolate. It smells ginger, cinnamon sweetly. I breathe in deep to the core, its amazing! I see brown wood upon my head. I get up and stand next to the bed; wondering how I got here. I decided it doesnt matter, all that does is, I'm here. I look around and see on the walls photography of places, the beach, mountains, flowers. Under the sea photography? Wow. A really great photographer must have taken them. I walk around, notice a black smoky brown guitar. Piks of all colors. Black, orange, purple, navy blue; brilliant! I spy a desk, it has a bunch of notebooks, filled with thoughts and feelings. Dated and timed.

October 26, 2010 - 9:43pm

"Remember me, remembering sunday. The only one who could ever hurt me is, you."

Who is hurting so much? They sound so heart broken. I feel as if i should try to help this person, somehow. But its only a memory, a thought that was only once felt...

I continue looking, and come across drawings, pencils, pastals, oil chalk. An artist? I dare not open the drawing pad. As if they feel to be more private, than the notebooks. I turn around and spot a drawer. I walk to it, and open it to find a collection of cameras. Of all types, cameras of models from years ago, recent types, my favorite, are the old aged ones. Their beautiful. I start noticing how warm the hardwood floor feels. Oh, a fireplace was lit. It feels good, as I bend down and warm my hands. Almost touching the flames; it feels good, great, warm..like chocolate. A piano. How did I not notice it before. Its an antique. Its beyond anything beautiful I had ever seen.. I'm in love. Yes, with the piano. Its dark brown, but light. Its somewhat damaged, but thats what makes it beautiful beyond words. I'm afraid to touch it but I cant resist. Once I hit first note, its like we have a connection. I play as if I were a pro and I knew it from years ago. My music fills the room the room and I fit the sceen. Is this my cabin...

"The piano is the heart of my hands."

The black door; the only exit.

I stand before the black door, I want out, but not really. Such an amazing cabin; my cabin? All I ever dreamed of. The black door frightens me, it shouldnt, its my front door. I go for it and open it, to surprise myself with dark, gray clouds above the sky. Just a piece of darkness though. At the other end of it, appears a bright light, surrounded by an archer of branches and fall time leafs.

"its okay, I'm okay." I tell myself. I want to reach that light so, I start towards it. "I'm okay." I tell myself once more. It was no danger, just an image or illusion. Inner feeling? Maybe..

I reach a meadow. Its amazingly beautiful. The entrance was built of branches and small twiggs. With leafs dropping down to the ground, as if it were fall; my favorite time of the year. I step in and fall in love with the moment. With the place, what is surrounding me, its smell, warmth. Tangy, orange, fruity smells. Warmth? Doesnt match the fall like weather. Its perfect. Its a short meadow, but filled with lots of beauty. There are a lot of trees with orange, yellow, light green, soon to be brown leaves. Ready to crumble to the ground, leaving the trees clothless. I would still think the trees would be pretty even leaf-less. I'm tempted to run back to the cabin and grab one of the vintage cameras. The sun is shinning down through the branches. Bright, yellow, rays of sun, its god like. I felt safe and loved, by just the heat coming down. Its not hot, but its not cold. Its neither. It felt good. I never want to leave this meadow.

It came to an end. The beautiful meadow was left behind. I had to leave it behind, as to keep going. I continue, coming to the end of the meadow. I feel like crying but out of happiness because I got to experience the brilliant of the outside world; meadow. Bigger beauty I see, in sight. A huge, steep, mountain, stands before me. With a dirt road, waiting for me to be stepped on; for the first time. The climax has changed to much cooler but, not cold. Nutrial I suppose. I walked forward, and begin going up the path. Different trees, diffrent emotions, crossing my path of sight. I see no sign of other human life; any life, except me. No birds, no little ants walking a line, going down to their home under ground. It felt lifeless. I was ready to leave this place, wanting the dirt road to come to an end. It was too quite. I look up to the sky and see no clouds in sight. No sign of any action about to happen. I was ready to go beyond this greater calm good.

I have reached the top the mountain. I'm at top, and it feels like nothing can bring me down. The sky looks different now; full of life. The oposite of how it once was. No birds still, clouds, yes. Gray, as If it were getting ready to rain. That would be nice. I get a chill down my spine, across my cheek, and my arms. It feels great, as if the breeze was letting me know that I was right, its going to rain. What is the journey? It begins to rain. Everything starts making more sense. It smells wonderful, fresh. Like if the rain was getting ready to start to clean away all bad. Puddles begin to form at my feet so, much problems, tears that i've shed, the heartbreaks, let downs, broken promises, loss of trust.. Thumder breaks lose, strikes down, upon me; I'm not afraid.

Relization hits me hard; to the core. Its a journey of my struggles, my good and or bad memories; a journey of my life. The meaning of this journey is, the cabin; the heart of what I love. Of who I am. The piano, the camera's, all the notebooks and drawings. Its all mine; its me. My heart is, the cabin. The small gap between the cabin and the meadow is a hard struggle. I went through and got through. I had faith in myself and I made it. Which lead me to the meadow; a safe place. A place that I wanted to be in and did want to leave but I had to, in order to grow and expand my knowing of the outside world. About life, and love. So I came out of hidding, to hit another rough patch. I felt lost. Empty, and life less. The dirt road headed up to where I stand now. On top of the world, I feel as so, while rain; my strength, hits down on me. I come to remember all my heartbreaks, brokem promises; the worst. My good memories, my friends, all the good times. My first love..

"We're all intitled to one regret. I never thought mines would be falling in love with you.."

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Assignment #14

I would have to side with being against uniforms because as I being in high school, and liking to have the right to wear what I choose to; I wouldnt want someone to tell me what to wear. Have the privilege to wear what we choose to now is, awesome. At the moment we wear what we like, but have rules; limits. There are certain things we can not wear. Limiting how we may wear our pieces of clothing. Viewing both points of why it may be good or bad, to have uniforms in high schools, is important. My viewing point and the one I'm fighting for is, against uniforms. Students should be allowed their opinion to be heard, shown. Why not through how they dress, to express. Uniforms can also put schools out more presentable. I dress to my own style, and wouldnt want to be told what to wear daily, and I'm pretty sure others wouldnt want their styles to change.

I say, "NO uniforms!" I'm against them because, personally having to be told what to wear, wouldnt be right with me. How to wear it, and looking exactly the same as everyone else, I doubt anyone else would like it either. We all dress to show our own unique personality, our taste. We show others what we want them to see, and hide what we dont with our sense of style too. Why not let students choose what they prefer. Let them be themsleves. Letting them do so, their feelings are being expressed, by their clothing. It helps students to enjoy their day more. They feel comfortable wearing what they want, and how they want. Who says that getting students to wear uniforms will get them to score higher on test?

With having the right to wear what we choose to, with limits is good. A good deal. We are given the choice, and "they" who say what we can or can not wear, can set limits. For guys, no sagging jeans, none gang related stuff. For girls, approiate clothes. Nothing extreme, or out there. Being safe, by not wearing, sandals, chains, pointy objects etc. Having boundries, but having the privilege sounds reasonable. I took some data charts of how many students would be for uniforms or against uniforms. Most said, against. (18 out 20) stated by a student, that said, "against uniforms" stated, "I wouldnt want to have to wear uniforms because, my style is my own, I wouldnt want to be told what to wear." -Caroline

I have some more references, towards what the parents think about uniforms. Stated by a parent, a resident in U.S says, " I did not see that it made anythings "better", there were still peer presure, clique problems, pricing, and test scores remained the same." - Debra Werner

I tend to agree, but everyone is intitled to their own opinion.

Viewing both points is, important. Knowing the good and bad, coming from both sides of a case is needed. Uniforms may be good, when trying to show that the school is organized; proper. Also stated by a student in Gainevillie High School says, she hopes to get uniforms at her school. She states, "when we grow up and get jobs there will be a dress code that we will have to follow. Its doesnt matter where you work, weither it be at Macdonalds, Checkers Auto Store or even at the Hospital." She also comments, "you come to school to learn and make something of yourself. Uniforms will not change weither a student wants to go to school or not." -Ashley Hickmon

Whether we have uniforms or not, students habits will not change. Grades will remain the same because, even if changing what students wear wont make a difference academically. Students choose to do what they want because of who they are and what they want. Many people argue that uniforms will change those habits but, thats not true. No matter if uniforms are passed on, there will still be "clique" issues, bullying, critism towards each other.

My personal opinion, towards being against uniforms is, agreeing with some of the people out there. "Uniforms wont change them; us, academically. We take action by mind, not physically. Why not let us wear what we want, stop focusing on changing us and look for plans to help us get bettet test scores. If thats what your goal is, leave our dress code of wearing cool jeans and awesome radd tee's alone!

Choosing to be against school uniforms is, my statement. "Uniforms DOES NOT solve peer pressure, or stop bullying." I quote myself. This comes from personal experiance. I use to be bullyied and because of how I wore my uniform or even how I looked in it. It didnt stop girls from bullying me on what I wore. I'm pretty sure it made the bullying that much worse. I don't remember my grades get better; improving because, of my uniforms. This is why I dont agree with uniforms passing on.

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Assignment #15

Taking time to put effort into something meaningful for someone. Something that you know they'll appreciate no matter how it looks, or what its made of. Looking beyond the visual outcome to seeing the inner feeling and though it was made from.

Making a simple birthday card can be the best gesture out there. You took the time to think about that person, who means something close to you, and instead of "buying" them a "hallmark" card, you made it from scratch. Its that thought that someone will remember beyond all other cards. It came from the heart, your love, and feelings that you hold for that someone.

I make you a card, so you can see how I feel for you. I'm showing you my love, and I'm showing you how what I feel for you.I'm letting you know that I know you. I know that you'll always remember the time when I "made" you a special card, instead of buying you one.

"Its the thought that counts, and matters."

Excepting my thought and knowing that I made it for you, out of your inner self, because thats how much caring thought I put into it. I took the time to spend making you something, from my heart, and thought; just for you. I know that it'll be remembered and brought up someday, instead of being put away in shoebox; forgotten.

Assignment #9

If at some point in your life, you loved someone you weren't suppose to; you weren't allowed to love. What is it that was going through your mind? I wish I had never loved. All the negativity between "why" and "how could you!" It goes round and round, with no end to the madness of sadness. You replay the wonderful moments you spent with him, even if it makes your heartache endlessly. Cries, tears, pain, are all reminders that it was once true and that, that love once did exist. Between the two of us, "Two is better than one." What makes this situation most difficult is that he is not what he appears to be. He doesn’t belong in my world, and I would never belong in his.

I lay in the grass field, all alone, with only the breeze, and the shaking of the trees, for company. The breeze travels across my cheek; I feel a sudden rush of warmth, but how? It’s the middle of fall. I was imagining this, so I ignore the feeling. I sit up to gaze beyond the gray black skies. To think to myself, “Another horrible storm is on its way.” That’s the third one this week. Before lying down, I was spending my late afternoon sketching, taking some pictures; of things that caught my eye and writing down lyrics about how I was feeling. I do this every day after school, for at least a couple hours, mostly till it gets dark. I’m that type of girl that is very silent, and hardly ever says her opinion out loud. I do have friends, well just two but it’s better than having none. Their around, at times, but mostly we just say were friends, we never hangout really. I manage on my own though, with notebooks, pencils, my I-pod, and camera. It’s really all I need. Out of no where, my thoughts on how simple my life is were disturbed with a gut feeling of butterflies, as if I was getting a rush of acceleration; nerves. I was so deep in thought; I hadn’t noticed the smoke coming from beyond the grass field; where I live. I grabbed all of my things, and headed towards the house. “This couldn’t be happening.” was all I was thinking. I’m so afraid, that my mom might be in the house, while this is going on. Once I got there, I witnessed. Witnessed that a huge craft of metal had landed well more like crashed, into my front yard. My moms car wasn't in the drive way. Thank god, she's still at work.

I started noticing some movement coming from the, spaceship? I wasn't sure what it was but something was coming out from it. I stepped back, frightened, and hid somewhere, that I thought was safe enough, but wasn't. Whatever stepped out was looking straight at me. It was, tan brown colored, I really wasn't sure. I don't know how to describe what I was looking at exactly, all I knew was that I was very afraid. Out of no where, what I thought I was looking at; alien maybe, turned into human form. I couldn’t believe what I seeing, it looked so...magical. He transformed into this, well very surprisingly cute guy. About seventeen years of age, light brown hair, blue eyes, and about six feet tall. Wow. My perfect guy. He looked at me without one single blink occurring through the stare. I stared back. I knew he was something else; not human, but I still couldn’t resist the fact that I might have a crush on him. Our gaze was broken when my mom’s car pulled up. I looked over to where my mom was getting out of her car, in total shock. I turned back to look at the mysterious “guy”, he was gone. I ran towards my mom, who was on the floor, passed out. Crap. What I’m I going to do! I heard this beeping noise behind me, I turned and the spaceship was gone.

Okay, I had to think fast, first: get my mom inside, second: clean front yard, third: wait.. that’s it. Once I got my mom inside the house, up to her room, and into bed; which was very difficult. I went outside to see what I could do about the front yard. As I was walking out to the front porch, the, “guy”, super cute “guy” was standing where the spaceship us to be. The yard was exactly how it was before the accident and the weather changed back to just normal fall time. He just stared at me. Why was he just staring!? I was starting to feel faint myself, he ran towards me to catch me. I immediately backed away, and he stopped coming towards me. I ran inside my house, locked the door, and ran up to my mom’s bedroom. I hid under the covers, and soon found myself very tired. I fell asleep before I knew it.

I woke up to some hot breathe coming towards my face. “Vanessa, sweetie, are you okay?” It was my mom. I got up and replied, “yeah mom, I‘m okay.” She looked at me none convinced, but just walked off and told me to follow. That was my mom; non-pushing. She didn’t like getting in my business unless I let her in. I liked that she respected my privacy. Anyways, I walked down stairs with her, and as she walked out into the porch, I remembered what had happened earlier. Was it all a dream? It felt so real, I wasn’t sure what to think. She explained to me what she “thought” she saw, and ended the story with, “it was just a dream probably.” I agreed, just so she wouldn’t worry. If my mom “dreamed” what I thought that I “dreamt”, than it was real because no two people can dream the same thing, can they? No, they can’t. We went back inside, had dinner, and we both went our separate ways to bed afterwards.

I got to my bedroom, super tired, went straight to my bathroom and took a quick shower. Once I got out, got dressed and prepped myself for bed, I noticed a flashing light coming from outside my window. I went to go look out, and it was him, he was trying to get my attention. He waved at me to come outside. I shook my head and mouthing “No.” He mouthed back, “Trust me.” I didn’t know what to do. I decided I would go, but before I would leave a note, telling my mom all the truth, that her “dream” was true. At the “guy” and where I’m going; you know, just incase I don’t come back. Ending the note with, “I love you mom.” I walked down stairs, out the door and meet with him in the front yard; kept my distance. I rushed right into it, “What do you want? Who are? Where did you come from?” He stayed silent. Than he began to walk towards the my “spot”, where I spend my afternoons. I followed. He stopped right under this cherry blossom tree, my mom and I had planted years ago, when I was a baby. It was far beyond huge now. We both stood right under it, and he turned to me. “Hi, my name is, Christopher.” I was in shock, his voice was so.. Beautiful. He sound angel like, with such a musical inspirational type of voice. He smiled at me. He looked nice, I think so I smiled back and said, “Hi. I‘m Vanessa.” I saw our whole happy life together flash before my eyes. Was this love?

I woke the next morning in my bed, groggy. I went to go look out my window like last night, it was beyond foggy outside. I liked days like this, calm, and full of inspiration to write. Today is Friday, October 23. Almost the weekend. While I got ready for school, I thought about the night before. Christopher is his name, and he’s amazing. I know its soon to say that I really like him, but than I would be lying to myself. We connected, and what I felt last night won’t change. We talked all night long, about everything we could possibly think of. He told me about his life, and I told him about mine. Mine, which wasn’t too interesting because all I do is be silent. He didn't want to really talk about his own memories, all I got out of him was, his name, and age; which is 17, like how I had guessed when I first saw him. I feel like he lied to me though. I got no explanation of how he came to land into my front yard. Not where he came from, or why he was here. He gazed at me the whole time I talked. Which made me feel like the whole thing was akward, but butterflies bagan to grow in my stomach, which made me feel better. It made it feel like it was okay to like "him."  

STILL TO BE CONTINUED....

Assignmnt #8

As I have come to notice, the moral of “The Necklace” is very outspoken. It’s clear and understandable. First moral, taking things for granted, in life. Second moral, showing off to others, as in faking something you don’t have. Third moral, wanting something you can’t have, getting it, than having to pay back the price in life value because something happened, to that one thing, you once had.

The character from this story wanted it all, but didn’t have much. In her eyes, nothing was good enough. She wasn’t looking closely at what was valuable in front of her eyes. What was best was handed to her, she didn’t appreciate it, took it at all for granted.

Wanting to show off, never ends good. Not being satisfied with what you have, is low self esteem.

Assignment #13

Tonight, our nightmares. Come true in sight.  Let's all run at dawn.

Escape the terror. Away from who seek us. And live to retell.

To retell colors. Black, Orange, Purple, Green. Our nightmares long live.

A Song For Him. ♥

You got me caught in all this mess.

I guess we can blame it on the rain.
My pain is knowing I can't have you.
I can't have you.
Tell me.
Does she look at you the way I do?
Try to understand the words you say
And the way you move?
Does she get the same big rush?
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush?
Tell me am I crazy?
Am I crazy?
I catch my breath.
The one you took the moment you entered the room.
My heart, it breaks at the thought
Of her holding you.
Does she look at you the way I do?
Try to understand the words you say
And the way you move?
Does she get the same big rush?
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush?
Tell me am I crazy?
Or is this more than a crush?
Maybe I'm alone in this,
But I find peace in solitude
Knowing if I had but just one kiss
This whole room would be glowing.
We'd be glowing.
We'd be glowing.
Does she look at you the way I do?
Try to understand the words you say
And the way you move?
Does she get the same big rush?
When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush?
Tell me am I crazy?
Or is this more than a crush?