Its amazing how many things can change in one year…

...as I was looking back into my journal I saw that life isn’t as easy when you stand back and look at everything that’s gone on. I loved the journaling because we could express ourselves however we wanted and not be afraid to say weird or crazy things. It was cool to just take a personal time and think about all that’s happened in the past and focus on whats ahead. Im so glad we got to journal everyday because some of the days it was eh but most I had tons to write about.

It was amazing how all the songs worked out! Theres so many amazing musicians in this class its crazy!!! For example all of the songs that we made were different and none of them were the same… that’s kinda how life works too… some stories are different than others and we all get to choose how we live life… we all have the choice or right and wrong, heaven or hell, love or hate, and we all choose what we want. Im so glad and grateful that I had the choice to go to 3rd period creative writing because if I didn’t I wouldn’t have gotten better at song writing or even just writing!

All the projects we did were never boring or useless or so I thought. All of the cards that we made, and the story we had to write were extremely fun. And it was also cool that we had so much freedom on what to do our projects on. The music in the beginning of every class was cool too cause every day it would be a different song and some days the song would tie into what I was writing or make me feel more alive when I wrote. Im so glad I had you as a teacher [Miss Campbell] and I really hope you can teach next year!!!

I am obsessed with chocolate.

1. I hate all sorts of nuts.
2. Things that normally cause all of my sneezing are sodas and the sun.
3. I am *obsessed* with chocolate. I was actually going to name my blog Queen of Chocolate and go into fangirl posts every single day, but then I found out a girl took my URL from my claws. Gawsh. But I like this way better!
4. I cannot stand the sight of blood. I have yet to faint, but when people say the word “veins” (I almost fainted just writing that word) I get all weird and I can’t really grasp anything with my hands and I feel like curling up in a ball. I hate blood.
5. I love having the hiccups. I think it’s the cutest thing ever.

6. The first “book” I ever wrote, I started it when I was nine, finished it when I was ten, and it had exactly 87 pages in it. It was about a mythical place deep inside a hidden place, and could only be entered through a marble door.
7. If I were to sing out loud, children everywhere would pass out.
8. I’m really paranoid. If I’m by myself in a car or waiting for anyone, I feel like someone’s going to jump out and kill me or kidnap me.
9. When going up the stairs, I sprint up because I think someone is chasing me.
10. When eating M&M's, I always leave the brown ones till the end. Always... I feel disappointed if I accidentally eat a brown one.


Jessica Sandoval

Yupppppp

Third period creative writing was been amazing. I never would have thought that I would like writing so much. The best part was being able to journal never in a million years would I think that I would keep a journal. Normally I get bored with it and stop… But Because of this class I write in my journal all the time. Not only in class when we have to write but whenever. Favorite part was being able to just write about whatever, I could write about my day or just vent about something that I was going through at the time. I liked that I wasn’t forced to read my work unless I wanted to because when you’re forced the fun of it goes away. Even though we did class work it didn’t feel like a class because it was just chill and cool. It’s cool because I did things that I never thought I’d ever do like help write a song and write stories, even though they probably sucked, but still it was fun. Miss Campbell is a cool teacher also so that made it better. I liked how she let us kind of in a sense do what we want. We were free to be as creative as we wanted to be.
I’m really going to miss everyone and the good times in that class room. Everyone was pretty much good with each other no one really had any beef with anyone so it was perfect, no drama! When I think of creative writing class… I think of Bryce’s random food writings, Tyler pretending to read and the music. I don’t care what anyone says I thought the music was good. Yupppppp so gonna miss that class


-SM

Creative writing was fun this year.

Creative writing was fun this year. I had a great time doing the writing every day. The first day of that class was interesting. There were a lot of familiar faces. I remember hearing all the random stories about all kinds of stuff. I remember that I wrote about Obama and Kobe playing basketball. I also remember when Vidal came late on the first day and had the best story. He use to make me laugh all the time. I liked creative writing the first semester because my best friend was in the class, then he left to go to study hall. I was so mad I wanted to transfer to but there were no classes for me to go to, so I stayed.

So the 3rd quarter was the worst for me I had no one to really talk to. It was getting really boring. Then we watched freedom writers. That movie inspired me to like the class more. I began to like writing again; it was like the beginning of school for me. Then Miss Campbell told us that we were going to do a song. I was super happy for that. I liked working in my group with Kat, Alex and Se’Anna. I had a great time writing the song with them. The song was my favorite thing of the year.

And I would like to thank Miss Eslinger for putting up with me. This was one of my favorite classes.

CREATIVE WRITING! OVER?

Oh my goodness so weird! I’m sad..that this is gonna be our last blog that we are writing for a grade..at the same time, kinda relieved that we don’t have to be graded anymore. But yeah, this class has been great! All the writing assignments were kinda fun, and some of them REALLY fun. I got to dig in deeper within myself and actually find out some things about myself that I never knew… It sounds weird, I know. Maybe you feel the same way, or maybe you’re just like, “Uhm…okaaay WHAT is she talking about?” Haha, but whatever my blog post. =P But yeah, when the topics got deeper, that’s when…well I got deeper…when I got personal, with myself..haha. Anyways, I’m really glad actually that I took this class. It was a lot of writing, sometimes a lot of work, but I really enjoyed it!



In the beginning of the year, I remember when we were told that we were gona write in our journals, and never stop writing for like the first 10 or 15 minutes of class, I was just like, “AWESOME!” haha cuz I like to journal. It was kind of weird at first..haha funny, cuz when you looked around at that time, everybody was just like “Eh? What? What do we write about for 10/15 minutes!” Oh yes, I remember that..and then all the funky/calm.depressing/happy/interesting/questionable..? –MUSIC that we listened to! I loved that part..Oh also, remember those worksheets we got for that ”character” part of the quarter? Yeh’p oh, and what Alex mentioned in class the last week, all of Vidal’s crazy jibber, but beautiful lil poems/stories…uhm whatever they were. Ahaa..I remember getting in trouble for talking to Karen or Bryce or just someone in general a lot. Whooops, sorry, Miss Campbell my bad. Oh and Bryce, I think I will actually miss your random stories about how much you ate..one day Bryce..we shall feast! At the same time! Ahaa, but awww and of course, Miss Campbell’s surprising and cpp; stpries about her life..and of course, we’ve got to witness the development of her and Jesse’s relationship from being her “man friend” to her “boyfriend” to now her “FIANCEE!” haha love it! But yeah, those were good times. The end was definitely my favorite. I was SO INCREDIBLY excited you don’t even know. Haa, I can’t believe we actually wrote a song! And played them together…in FRONT of people. That was really cool, and I really loved it.


Well, it’s really been great, I am now about to make my “depart sentence” so…to all my creative-writer-classmate-bloggers, it’s been a great year..I hope that you’ve enjoyed yourself too and everything…and yeah! Well laters everyone, goodbye 2009-2010 school year and good luck to all my seniors! You will truly be missed! And Miss Campbell, have fun on your wedding, I am SOOOO HAPPY AND EXCITED FOR YOU WUHUUU!!!! We love you and thank you for everything you’ve done for us! It was amazing! Hope to see all of you in the future sometime, thank you hehe laters!


-KAT :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10i6ezs0eEQ

So writing a song...with 3 other people...with very different tastes in music...but bring all there different ideas together to form a great song...is amazing! It's hard enough writing a song on your own to fit into the box that you have imagined in your head! But that's the best part about it...you don't have to be pushed and closed into this box when you're writing a song! Of course there are formats and outlines you can follow, but the beauty is you can throw all that out the window and create your own format! Writing a song gives you the chance to be free, be who you are, express your thoughts and feelings musically, dare to suck and not care! I definitely have dared to suck and believe me...definitely accomplished the sucking aspect of that phrase! But in music that's what's awesome, you may think you have a stupid lyric in your head, but you throw it into your song anyways and it works...it actually works really well! Expressing who you are through music and words and sharing that with others is a great feeling! The best part is, whatever you feel that day and decide to write about, there’s a genre of music for you! You feeling happy?! Write an upbeat, fun, poppish song! You feel a bit discouraged...I would say write a sad song but then you just become more discouraged...so flip that frown upside down and write an encouraging, uplifting, high spirited...possibly...country song! Which makes me think of a wonderful song by Miley Cyrus...When I look at you! :) Its a song about being discouraged, but once you just look at that one person...everything is ok again. So many times we feel like nothing is going right or the way we planned or thought it would, but there's always that one person that can make everything better. That one person, that no matter how bad you're feeling, can you make you smile from ear to ear without saying one word. That one person that you know you couldn't live without. That one person that you would beyond a shadow of a doubt jump in front of a bullet for. That one person that you know was placed into your life...not at all by accident or chance...but for a reason. For some people that person could be God, it could be your mom or dad, your brother, sister, cousin, aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, best friend, girlfriend, boyfriend...no matter who that person is make sure they know how you feel about them. Let them know how much of an impact they make in your life. Let them know how much you care for and love them. Let them know that you would never want to be without them...even if that meant taking your last breath so that they might live one more day. This is what Jesus did for us...be willing to do this for somebody else.

This was one of the most random years of my life.

But at the same time I don’t know in what way. It just was. If you know what I mean. If you don’t, don’t worry, because I barely do. Ahaha. I did not accomplish any of the things I planned on accomplishing. Which was really rather disappointing, considering that I had a lot of goals on my “LIST OF THINGS I PLAN TO ACCOMPLISH THIS YEAR”. I think maybe I did one or two of the things I planned on doing. I’ll work on them during the Summer Holidays, though. I will try to accomplish at least half of the list. If not more. My grades started out pretty good, until I got all stressed, then my grades dropped drastically. That was NOT good. But I made more friends and my bonds with my other friends were strengthened. So that was good. At least I did that. I was really happy about the Creative Writing class, though. I think it really helped me discover my inner writer further. I found out that I am incredibly serious about a writing career. Which is really good because that is all I am good at, besides shopping and traveling. And well, you don’t really get paid for that. I really enjoyed the class. I especially adored the “Fiction Writing” section. Since that’s what I’m good at. I should expand my horizons though. It’s just it is so much more easier sticking to what you can do, people can’t tell you that you’re wrong in those cases. Having this class was a relief. Especially when you have teachers who don’t like how you write at all. There is nothing worst than that. Except, of course, when you get accused of plagiarizing.

THAT SUCKS.
ALWAYS.

Love All Of You:
-Karen Guzman

The Yellow Brick Road (LAST POST? Never.)

What a year it’s been. It went faster than lightning, but slower than an obese snail. Like every year all the seniors fly away and start new beginnings. Juniors, soon after, take the reign and are dubbed the highest of High School royalty. Sophomores move on as juniors and finally get to go to prom without having to be invited. Freshmen become sophomores. Somehow or another they get a little more respect than they did a year before. I’m told that boys are less stupid by then. No. That’s impossible.


Then eighth graders stumble upon the yellow brick road. High School. This is when girls get taller and lose their annoying braces, and boys get a few inches taller and they finally start to get facial hair. (Maybe. It’s not guaranteed.)


While eighth graders say “Goodbye to Junior High”, seniors are saying good bye to High School.


Farewell, lovely seniors. Sorry the juniors are kicking you out. They seem to really want the crown.


-JJ

Well the year has finally come to a close...

...and to be honest I couldn't wish it to come any sooner. Don't get me wrong I've had some great times, it's just some things are best to take a break from. It's hard to enjoy a class when most of the students don't even appreciate the class or the teacher. That can go for life too... We never can even begin to see what the future holds unless we try to keep an optimistic mind. During my time, my favorite thing in the creative writing class was making the cards. It not only made me connect with my inner creativeness, but I actually enjoyed it. I can't say the class brought me some major epiphany that will change my life, but I appreciated the time it provided me to unwind. Even when I had to reluctantly do things, it seemed to at least be for a purpose. I entered the class reminded of Miss Robinette and I leave that class with the same opinion. Overall, the class had it's pros and cons. I can't say I enjoyed everyday nor can I say I wanted to kill myself from the torture. I guess to simply put it creative writing was like wine- I had to acquire the taste. Once I did I began to enjoy it more, and now I can't believe it's over. I'm thankful for everything the class brought me and all the interesting assignments I did. The group projects (like the songs) were also fun to do. It made us leave a comfort zone that some of us (like me) had created. Plato's cave also stuck out kinna like miss robinette's spirit talks. Days like those were the days that made me question what class I was even in. Anyways, back to the topic of the class- I also enjoyed the story writing. Honestly though, I found the packets pointless. Every sentence brought weariness to my very soul, and it caused me to fall into boredom. It was essential I suppose, but then again who classifies it as essential? Well I guess I will miss 3rd period...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnQ8N1KacJc Its green day -good riddance

So, this year has gone by so fast, I still remember first day of ninth grade year. I didn't know anyone and well Calvary was a way of my parents punishing me. My attitude of coming to Calvary was not the best and I dreaded it. Then something happened, I met people that will forever be part of my heart. Some of those friends well most of them left Calvary and aren’t graduating with me and other graduated earlier. This people will be engraved in my memory and will always hold a place in my heart. As I am sitting here in front of my computer I begin to reminisce on things that I haven't thought about in a long time. This also brings back images and emotions from those times, good and bad. I've noticed that recently as the year is ending that I have become incredibly sentimental. I know you guys are probably thinking, "Oh that’s how you usually are" but NO like seriously its much worse. I just want to hug everyone even people I normally wouldn’t want to! Yup it's bad! Creative writing has let me express myself, it has given me time just for me just to think about life and think about if I really want to give the world evidence of my opinion by writing it down on paper. At least it's no longer screaming out of me if I write it down. I really liked the music portion of creative writing. I got to write about stuff and actually sing it. I really, really enjoyed creative writing. Time has made me appreciate it. It's incredible and amazing thinking about how time flew by. I can't say I’ll remember every moment but I am leaving with plenty of them. So here’s some senior-ly advice:

"Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”

“You have brains in your head."

"You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own.

"And you know what you know. You are the guy who'll decide where to go."

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.”


"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”


“Time is not measured by the passing of years but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves.”


"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."


"Boys don't mean much. You may go through at least 3 significant your whole time in high school."


"Don’t be completely shocked when your friends start changing."


"Classmates who don't always have your best interest in mind come at you from all directions and the borders of recreation and self-destruction can sometimes become blurred,"


"Even beyond your GPA, high school affords you exactly one chance to get things right. You can't rewind four years and change the way you approached your classes and activities, or governed your personal decisions."


"Freshmen think they can just mess around their first year of high school, because they can make up their grade-point average the last three years. The reality is those bad grades stay with you no matter how hard you work later."


"When you look back, you want to be able to dwell on the good memories, so make sure you make many of them."

This is my first blog..

wow. yea i don’t know what else to say other than this is my first blog. but yea i just figured the whole blog thing out. so i guess i have start to blog now or something. It sucks how i just started to blog on the last day of our creative writing class. Sorry ms. Campbell. And sorry if I didn’t spell your name correctly. i don’t think i ever written your name out so i tried to spell it the way it sounds and the way i thought i looked but they all seemed wrong to me. Then i remembered you said in the beginning of the year you said that your name was like the Campbell noodle soup can, so i looked for a can and just copied the company's label. But its all good now because i went back and wrote it correctly, like the can. So yea. i don’t really even know what a blog is. How long does a blog have to be because this seems like a lot to me.

“Invisible Hope”- Penguins in the Sunset

My bones are broken

My heart is crushed
My mind is filled with never ending thoughts
I want to end it now
Why live another day?
I curse at the sky, all hope is drained away…


CHORUS:


Pick me up then tear me down
I feel so alone, nobody seems to be around
No one can even see me…
Am I that invisible?
Why am I here?
I am doubting my life, oh why, oh why, am I alive?...


I feel so blind
I guess I can’t seem to find
The meaning of life…
I’m ready to end it here
I’m ready to disappear
But then I see a hand reach out for mine…


How could this be?
Why did he sacrifice for me?
When I deserved to fall,
He took it all…


LAST CHORUS:
He picked me up, He’ll never let me down
I’m not alone, I am heaven bound
He seems me like no one ever will…
I am not invisible, why am I here?
To give hope for all those who were just like me…
God will break their chains and set them free…
The truth is all I’ll ever know,
Thank the Lord I have found hope…

Sadly, there was no Creative Writing class today...

...and I wasn't able to read to the class my most wonderful and detailed commentary on the MTV Movie Awards. But I will say this: First, I only saw it because they were showing a minute sneak peek of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows... which... ghsjkasdjklghajlaghasjkdghaskljga omg! *squee! squee! squee!* Was amazing! November cannot come fast enough.
And also... I am disappointed with a lot of our young generation. I'm not going to write an entire paragraph sounding like a hater, but... well, all I can say is... how the heck did Kristen Stewart & Robert Pattinson get best female/male performance, then get "best kiss" {which was the most awkward scene in the entire film}, and then New Moon win best movie? I wasn't even rooting for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince there, because there were way better ones on the list!
That's all. I just don't understand it. GOD FORBID these teenagers actually pick up any books at all.

Oh that? Oh no don't worry it's nothing... that's not my FLIPPIN' HOGWARTS ACCEPTANCE LETTER... don't worry it's just nothing.

I think I quite need to not be allowed my computer after eating a bag of dried mango.

My point here is: Come on, young America. There are better things to watch than greasy-haired grown men who barely bathe and spastic young women who can't even give a speech or act a scene in a movie without biting her lip or stuttering.

Jessica Sandoval

Goodby

Well we have had some fun times, and good times on this blog, but until next year when i come back i will be singing of with these last few sick images. The first is the summer time sunset. How sick is summer i mean you get to surf everyday and sleep till noon i can’t wait for it. It is going to be amazing.

The second picture on here is a picture of D Day since Memorial Day had just passed by and June 6th is coming up soon. I wanted to recognize our men and women who fight in our armies and for our beautiful country and there is a song i really like but don’t know if it is appropriate and that is Hero of War by Rise against, i think that it completely captures the feeling of a warrior and a solider.

 So this is the final time I will be singing off.
Ry by

Mystery of Love

v.1 G, Em, C, D

When I saw your face
I lost all sense of reality
In this mystical place
Near the edge of insanity
But your voice keep me here
And im my heart you’ll always be near

Chorus:
Give me a sign
Take my doubts away
Are the stars aligned
Oh come what may
This mystery of love
Can we solve this mystery of love

v.2
you told me you’d wait
don’t give me a blank stare
but I guess its too late
just tell me you care
we created a new beginning
and its leading to our downfall
Chorus 2:
You gave me a sign
Took my doubts away
No stars aligned
Oh come what may
This misery of love
I guess this is the mystery of love

Bridge:
Sometimes things happen
when you least expect it
creating a new beginning
leading to our downfall

Dearest Mr. Paul McCartney:

Has anyone ever told you that you were absolutely the hottest of all the Beatles? I mean, don’t tell Ringo, but you always looked like the sweet rebel. You know, the kind of man who likes to read and watch Maury, but also loves to go boating and play extreme dodgeball and kill others playing paintball. That’s my kind of man, you see.

I’m sure the other Beatles felt a little sad around you, I must point that out. When they came out, and you didn’t, a few girls mauled them over for their autographs. But then you came out, and a whole stampede ran you over, wanting for you to kiss their babies or sign their underpants. You smiled, and a few girls fainted. And trust me, that’s A-okay… I would faint in your presence, too.
You seem to be the shining light of the entire group… I mean, look at the picture: Everyone looks quite like the typical gorgeous bloke (except that gorgeous bloke on the left needs to work his eyebrows), but what is happening here? You all seem to be choking each other. Now, as much as I use the phrase "I will CHOKE you," I don't ever mean it literally (unless it's someone who's about to attack me-- then I won't have second thoughts.


But you are choking each other-- and seem to be enjoying it. But you look like the reasonable one in the group. Your face says it all: "Why are we choking each other? Don't you realize this could cause a health problem? Someone could get hurt. And sir, you've got quite the grip around my neck. Please stop."

You're safe and reasonable. Amazing.
(I will admit right now that in this picture Ringo Starr looks quite adorable. Like Ducky in Pretty in Pink, but sorta cooler. Not that Ducky isn’t cool in my eyes—I mean cooler to everyone else’s eyes.

Mr. Facebook

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iodJMRM3ogI&feature=related

Isn't this video trueee??? Hahaha, for the most part =P man, but FACEBOOK is the DEVIL sometimes!!!! -___- hahaha such a distraction. It's like those "like" pages on...well wow, what do we have here, FACEBOOK! Yes, it's like those fanpages on facebook like

"study..study ... stud .... sta..ah ..... staf .... stafay ... fay ... face ..facebook :D"

SERIOUSLY! you are probably agreeing in your head aren't you? Haha, for example,somrtimes you PROMISE yourself that you're going on for ONLY 10 MINUTES...& bah-OOM! Where do you find yourself? Commenting pictures & responding to status updates 45 minutes later -_____-. Darn facebook..it's such a burden that also brings us joy &keeps us from being bored...=P oh well, what can we do?? =S ehee..

Girl

She was a good, not mean but loveable. She grows up with me. Same age born at the same time and loved me to death. I did not treat her the way I should have. Never played with her always thought she was boring, and then we had to give her away because we were moving. I could care less at the time. Then later I was at my house with no one home I was scared I needed her I needed her. I got a call. And we drove as fast as we could. We got there and se her lying on the floor. Could not move. I stare at her face and tear. Girl died.

                                                                         In remembrance of

Who Wrote This?

You know sometimes we just need that one sound or song that takes us away into peace. For some people it's listening to their ipod and that one band they can't get enough of.

For other people it is listening to birds sing. Honestly I just love going to the beach and listening to the waves. It makes me forget where I am for a split second, and everything seems so calm and peaceful. I think it is important that we have that place where we can unwind, or welse we will just become tense and moody- like teachers.

Hmm.

A product of one to many zombie movies? or maybe the outcome from not needing your baby.. hmm either way its bad parenting. This kid is pretty much eating the cat!!! And look his eyes are as wide as the moon...What a crazy baby.. But Cute non the less.. Now why is it when babies do anything it is defined as cute? What if I was too take a bite out of that cat… Most people would reject me from society… ok maybe I'm exaggerating just a little.. But think about what makes a baby cute... I agree that babies are cute when they’re like 6 months to 2 years old… But the first 5 months… WOW they look like aliens.. Am I right?

-Alex

Memories of the Past

Have you ever had something happen on a full moon or your birthday or a special day or a day you will never forget? Like for example your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first “I love you” moment…. But it was on a day that you are going to have to replay your whole life and never forget it? then that one day comes where the guy/girl that you first kiss breaks your heart and you can never forget when all that first happened… and every year that amazing day comes and you think about it the whole day and if you see or talk to that person that it happened with then its kinda awkward…… well one of those days was today… about 2 years ago on the night of academy awards, he asked me out. And of course who wouldn’t want to date him??? Of course I say YESSS YES YESSS!!! This was my first boyfriend and I wouldn’t turn him down for anything! Well I told my really good friend that he asked me to date him and I said yes and she told me…. No no don’t date him… your too young and its not right [of course while she was telling me this she herself was dating someone] so she finally convinced me and an hour or two later I go and tell him I’m sorry this wont work out for us….well as you all know that didn’t work out the way I wanted to but I guess that’s life sometimes…. While of course feeling absolutely horrible the whole entire time!!! Well our friendship of course went downhill from there, but every academy awards… I always remember that day and how he asked me out… yes I still see him at school and we still talk… but when the academy awards roll by that memory always flashes through my head remember how that day was the most amazing but worst day… I still wonder how he feels those nights also… and I always hope he would tell me… but I guess that again is life.. oh how memories can take you down the crazy roads.



-kAlLiE jO

Friend

What kind of person would you define as a TRUE friend? People who you’ve grown up with? Who love you? People who care about you? People who do things for you, listen to you, keep your secrets? What if they hurt you a little? Would you forgive them and still consider them as a true friend? Most likely yes huh? What if they hurt you a lot, but they seek forgiveness and you do forgive them..? Would you still consider them a true friend? That one is kind of hard for me. I can’t decide whether to let myself back in or not..or trust them as much..it’s kind of sad, but that’s just me.



Well, to me a true friend is someone who knows everything about you- the good, the bad, the pretty, and the ugly- but still loves you the same. It’s someone I am completely comfortable around, and I can be my true self with. I can be a total dork with them, tell my deepest secrets to them, break down and cry with them, vent out to them, have inside jokes with.. They are the people I can: call in the middle of the night when I’m crying and need somebody, be on the floor cackling like old ladies until we can’t breathe, sing like a broken cassette with, dance “like David danced” (minus a few things :O ahaa =P), borrow clothes with and not give them back for a few weeks (or months), share that “glancing moment” with and know exactly what they’re thinking of, look at in the middle of class and start laughing with, and accidentally spit on them while I’m talking. I can do all that with them without ever worrying what they think of me because I KNOW that they still love me the same, and they don’t think of me any different. These are the people I want to have as my closest friends for the rest of my life. They are my support system, my “shoulders,” my “rocks,” my brothers and sisters in Christ, and the best people on earth. I’m grateful for them, and I love them very much more than words can express.

Some of them, I barely talk to now, but you know what? When we DO talk, it’s like nothing has changed. We’re still the same people we were since the last time that we were together/talked. And it’s just a great feeling. I was looking at old pictures, yearbooks, letters, and everything and it made me realize how blessed I am to have and have had such great friends. To the ones I have drifted apart from, I am still glad that we shared those moments and many other things- I would never take it back. Thank you for being there, when you were there. So, just take a moment to think and be thankful about who has been there for you and who you have shared the best memories with…It might make you smile, it might make you sad, or it might even make you laugh out loud. People come and go in your life, and we gotta learn that even though it’s one of the hardest things to learn and accept. I, myself have learned many times to do this. Although it’s not one of the most fun things you can do, it’s an important step in growing up. But remember to always cherish your friends no matter what. Be thankful for the memories and don’t let go of them. Let go of regrets and remember everything always happens for a reason. =]


-KAT :D

“A Diary of a Girl Young Woman: Too Perfect for Words 2”

Dear diary,



I am so stupid. I know you knew that already, but seriously. I AM SO STUPID. Not only did I tell my best friend/crush that I liked him, I also skipped three periods. That means I missed two important reviews, and one huge test. Gulp. My mom is so going to kill me. My dad will just pretend to be mad, and then when my mom leaves he’ll just wink and pat me on the head. I can’t miss the next period… I mean, duh, it’s lunch. Who misses lunch? Honestly.


When I walked out of the bathroom, right away, I see Sean talking to Barbie Daze. I studied closely. Barbie laughs hysterically and puts another book into her locker. Sean laughs along with her and hands her a piece of paper. Barbie opened the piece of paper and exclaimed “YES! YES, yes, yes!!!” She hugged him as tight as she could. She seemed like she just won the lottery… And she did. Sean just asked Barbie to prom.


Cry or die?


I know I’m being dramatic, but still. I have a right to be dramatic. I’m a girl. It’s my job. I did not want to hide in the bathroom again so I decided to just whisk pass them. As always, my plan did not work. As I tried to walk pass them, Sean turned and looked at me. I looked up briefly to see Sean pull away from Barbie and walk towards me. “See you later, Barbie.” I tried to walk faster, but who can compete with a track star? “Jamie. Jamie! Jamie, stop.” I stopped but didn’t turn. “Jamie, we need to… we need to talk.” His voice was calm. My heart was about to pop. I turned around and didn’t bother to look him in the eyes. “C’mon.” he said as I followed him to the stairs. As I sat down, I could feel Sean’s eyes staring at me. “Jamie, I had no-… I had no idea you liked me.” I looked into his eyes, his eyes were serious and a deep shade of green. I nodded. “I just thought we were just friends… “ he continued. “I know… but… I don’t know, Sean. It’s not like I wanted to like you… I just do. I don’t know why… but… I just do.” He smiled. “You do know why. You told me yourself.” I put my hands over my eyes. “Yah, and now I wish I hadn’t.” “Why?” Without him seeing me, I rolled my teary eyes. “Because of… because of this.” He looked confused. “Of what?” “Because I knew you wouldn’t like me back. You only see me as a friend. Nothing more nothing less-“then the craziest thing happened. It was so perfect and beautiful I can’t even write it down. Maybe after I’m done hyperventilating I can do so. Oh my, gosh…


TO BE CONTINUED

The Masterpiece Within

Back in the day when all the great artist were sculpting their great statues that we all “aw and oooh” at now a days, they would only use marble slabs that were “perfect”. But Michelangelo believed that God purposed that in every slab there was a something great inside of it, he didn’t care if the marble was “perfect” he knew that it didn’t matter how the marble looked or was, all that needed to be done is chisel away the excess. So is like with us, if you think that you aren’t good enough it doesn’t matter God thinks you are. He just isn’t done chiseling.

-Sirena

How

How could things get this way
A battle each day
Your smirks, rude comments hateful eyes
I wish they were all lies
But this is reality cuz you're here i'm here
I want to escape everything
All I can do is close my eyes and sing


What did i do?
Did i hurt you?
Now you hurt me
Everything you do affects me can't you see
Why is this the way it has to be?




My tears fall
My heart and all
Why do you do this
I used to be so bliss
Now all I do is wander into oblivion and sit
Why did you have to go and destroy it?

Nothing I do makes you smile
All I want is one smile not a heart full of bile
Love me isn't what i ask
All I ask is kindness not something to bask

Don't see through me
See me!
If I had a wish one single one
Sadly it would be to be your only one
But I know wishes dont come true
So now I am blue.

-SV

Is it always good to tell people the truth?

Because sometimes I am out with my friends- and, well, I was brought up with the ‘HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY’ policy- and they’re trying on clothes and they want the truth and the truth happens to be that the shirt they tried on does not look wonderful on them.

Do you tell them that?
I know I do.


On the bright side, they know I don’t say it with bad intentions. But still, sometimes I feel so terrible inside. Like maybe I crushed their dream or something. So I’m in my bed at night, with contrite rushing through my head, wondering if maybe I shouldn’t have told the person that.
But then I tell myself that maybe if I hadn’t said the truth she would have bought the shirt and gone out into public looking less than decent and she would have looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Why did you not tell me the shirt didn’t look good on me?!”
And I would have said I was afraid of hurting her feelings or crushing her dreams and she would have replied that this hurt her more.
Either way nothing seems right.
Maybe if I told her the truth- which is the most probable- she would have said I was just jealous because I could have never fit into the shirt because I was too skinny or something.
And I would have responded most indignantly that that was NOT the truth and that I was only looking out for her welfare. If all went as I have just mentioned, she would have shaken her head at me.


The friendship might have died.
I don’t know if I am over exaggerating this, but since I am TOO honest I have always pondered if maybe my friends might feel hurt or something.
That’s normal.
I have feelings.

“A Diary of a Girl Young Woman: Far From Perfect 1”

Dear Diary,



This is Jamie. I know this is weird, because I’m pouring my heart and soul into a lousy notebook with a lock that could be unlatched by a toddler. But since we don’t have enough money for a professional shrink… I guess I’m stuck with you. Today was quite horrendous. It started out like any other day, but it ended like a sad Nicholas Sparks movie. (Don’t worry, Diary… No one died.) But my love life did. This morning I felt as light as a feather, I felt like I was dancing on non-polluted air… I was hopelessly in love. My crush Sean Finn looked as gorgeous as ever walking down that glistening hall. Before the stupid thing I did today, we we’re really good friends. So first period came around and I wish it hadn’t. I REALLY wish it hadn’t. Class started like any other day … It was as normal as a monkey trying to feed a zebra nachos… Sean sat in the seat next to mine and just looked at me. I loved playing this game… The classic staring contest. After two minutes of staring into open air, Sean finally blinked. I laughed as I wiped away the tears from my eyes. “So how are you Jamison?” I looked at him as he grabbed his English notebook out of his vintage travel bag. “As good as ever, I guess Sean… is on…?” He laughed as his knee briefly brushed against mine. A tingling sensation soared through my body. “Hmm, I don’t believe you… What’s going on, Jamison?” He studies me closely. I try not to pass out. “Looks like you got a special guy on your mind… Who is he?” I blushed a new shade of pink that has yet to be discovered by humanity. “No one...” I’m a terrible liar. “C’mon… I’ll be your best friend…” How about boyfriend? “C’mon! Give me some hints.” “He has dark brown hair… He has light green eyes… and… He’s perfect.” He grinned. “No one’s perfect, Jamie. This guy seems like quite a catch.” An evil grin appeared on his perfect face. “I triple puppy dog dare you to tell this guy you like him.” I frowned so hard I almost cried. “No.” I said too suddenly. “Why not? Are you afraid he won’t like you back? Aww, Jamie… Why wouldn’t he? You’re sweet, you’re pretty, and you’re… somewhat smart.” I snorted. “Gee, thanks.” I shifted awkwardly in my chair. “Just go tell him.” I breathed heavily. “Ok.” I turned toward him and looked him straight in his light green eyes. “Sean… I like you.”


Then the bell rang. Oh, the glorious bell. I ran out of the room as fast as I could. My heart was beating like crazy. I ran into the two stalled bathroom. And here I am. Writing to you what happened five minutes ago. My life is over…


                                                                         To Be Continued…

- JJ The Jet Plane

Cool Cat...literally

I think it would be so sic to have a rapping cat, at any moment you could have an entertainment. Then later you could see if it wanted to go into business, plus the cat talks that’s all ready sick. I am just saying I think that would be the coolest thing ever.

-Ryan

Ignorance is Bliss.

Sometimes not knowing this is better than actually knowing. Your whole perspective on something or someone can change just by knowing something your necessarily didn’t want to know in the first place. I don’t need to know things, im fine just going with the flow sometimes. I really wish I didn’t know something so that I could just keep going on like nothing ever happened. Just like normal, but now things are different I can’t just sit back and enjoy the moments like before. Now everything is ruined, things are awkward, my eyes are opened! .

I really wish I didn’t know things.

-SJCM ;p

Things That Makes Girls Weird

You know I find it so funny that whenever we dress up for like a nice fancy birthday party or something and were just the guests, that us girls “have” to wear an excessive amount of make-up! Like and were not even the show of the party or something! Or even like to a wedding… the bride is supposed to look absolutely gorgeous in there gown and makeup but you come dressed up in your best dress and wear like eye shadows or if you don’t wear eyeliner usually you would wear it that day… I just think it’s funny how us girls do that… and its not even our big day! Haha it’s just funny to think about that… like why in the world do we even do that?? Hahaha maybe cause were girls and were WIERDDDD hahaha :P


-kAlLiE jO :)

Sometimes it’s better to be alone.

I was walking down the halls.


Avoiding everyone because with people comes the ever- constant shower of: “Is everything okay?” and “what’s wrong?”

Because today I wasn’t in the mood for that. It’s just that if you’re not smiling or laughing at every single stupid thing that is uttered something is wrong. Something is not right.

And that is not always true.

Sometimes you just want to be by yourself and not talk to anyone and not listen to their problems because you have enough of you own to deal with without bothering about anyone else’s

Sometimes you just want to sort out through all the thoughts that go through your head without anyone else’s intervening.



-anonymous

"Ding, ding "... Final

So back to now, 11th grade, I’ve tried all this time to let go, but in my heart I still have all the memories, all the things we shared. They don’t go away; they are a ghost that haunts my life. I know his kind now, I know by experience, that he is not to be trusted, but why does my heart still have hope?



Valentines is just around the corner, he was my only valentine, sadly. I guess this year won’t be that much different from all the others, alone. I’m starting to feel comfortable with being alone. It’s not so bad, nobody that hurt you, lie to you, disappoint you. The bell rings the day is done, another boring day with a boring ending. Driving home I stop by the park. The park was a place where we would hang out, tell each other our dreams our goals, and how we would accomplish all of them together. Tears stream down my face as I go to the swing where he would push me and tell me he loved me. I start swinging, pushing by myself this time. I start to tremble, shaking, I grab hold of the metal chains, the coldness of it tingles throughout my body. The tears rolling down start to burn my cheeks and I look up. The sky is gray and it begins to rain, like if it’s crying for me. The wind picks up and my hair is blowing everywhere as I just swing higher and higher, until I can’t anymore. I slowly come to a rest and someone puts their arms around me and says, “I’m so sorry….I still love you with all my heart…. Please PLEASE believe me!!!!”I turn around ready, hitting his chest with my tiny fists and he just holds me, until my head falls on his chest, both of us crying our heart beating as one. My mind says, “STOP!!! What are you doing? He will just hurt you again.” My heart says, “YES! I missed this, I missed you.” An inner turmoil arises inside my being one that I cannot handle so I get out of his embrace and run. I run as fast as I can to my car, and DRIVE.


I can’t help but run. It is what I do when things get hard and complicated. I ask God, “WHY?!?!?!” I get my answer, people make mistakes, it is how they fix them that show who they truly are. I smile up at God and say okay. It is time to let go of all the anger and regret, accepting what has happened and moving from there. Second chances are special and I think I will give him one. Shame on him he fooled me once and well I guess shame on me if he fools me twice. After all the betrayal and deceit, I still love him and I don’t want to hide it anymore.

Is it Just Me?

Is it just me or is anyone else wondering what the heck they're gonna do with their future. Maybe it's just me since I'm a senior, but really I think it's good if everyone started thinking about it now. I guess I never took life serious enough until now. Everything was simply a routine, but now I actually have to start thinking things through.


_Tyler Fuller

There is a way

Many people just say trust in God, but what exactly does that mean. To just believe He will take care of things is not easy. It's hard to know that we don't have to worry, because God will make sure were alright. How is that lived out? How do we live as though God will take care of our struggles, take care of us when it doesn't look like He is even in sight. This is where faith comes in. It definitely isn't easy to trust that God will intervene in a situation that isn't going right, but we must know that He is intervening, He is making everything ok! God makes a way when there looks like there is no way! :)

“Why don’t you just buy both?!” Like it’s a great idea...

“Nooo, because then I’ll be all depressed.”

“Oh. Okay. Then why don’t you just get the pink one. It’s your favorite color, right?”


“Yeees, but I also like the other one. It’s striped and all.”


“So just get both.”


This brings us back to the top.


Don’t you get that feeling, when you’re out shopping with your friends or something and you see something you like only you are unable to buy it because you lack money? Or in my case: You have more than enough money but the only reason you don’t buy what you liked is because then you find something else that you like and you don’t want to buy both things and you would feel unfair to whatever you were going to buy?


Who does that?


Better yet: Who feels that?


I mean:


I BUY BOTH THINGS= I GET ALL DEPRESSED.
I BUY ONE THING= I GET ALL DEPRESSED.
I BUY NOTHING= I GET ALL DEPRESSED.


Is there a way out?!
I mean, God!
Anyway. I found out little ago that if I get both things I feel a bit better. In fact, these days I haven’t felt depressed if I just buy everything.
It’s a great feeling.
But then you get broke, and well, when you walk into stores you feel so empty, so hopeless.


It’s terrible.

Yay!

haha sorry guys this is one of my favorite photos ever. when you were little dont you remember things that used to if not still make you super excited. Well i think that this photo explains everyones childhood so easily. anyways just something to think about.


-Ryan

feeling squirrely

Ok, so what’s not to love about flying squirrels? They can freaking glide! It's the closest thing to a pokemon, and we all know pokemon would be sick. Honestly if I had a flying squirrel, I'd teach it to steal hotdogs and churros from people for me. Together we could be a criminal team.
_tyler

Grapes or Nuts or Grapenuts

One late night, I was sleeping over at my cousin’s house and I got hungry. So I go to their fridge, search for something to eat all I found was diet food, three day old fried chicken, watermelon and a tub of strawberry yogurt. With not much of a selection I opt for the yogurt and ask my cousin if they had any granola to go with the yogurt. She just goes to her pantry and hands me a box of grape-nuts, not paying attention I pour the grape-nuts into my yogurt. When I finally look down I’m like what the heck????? This isn’t granola!!! What is this!!! So I start freaking out, and my cousin is just laughing at me and tells me that they’re grape-nuts. “What are grape-nuts? I don’t see any grapes,” I ask all concerned. She explains that they are like cereal/ granola mixture kind of thing. I was cool now and ate, but I still didn’t get how they -were called GRAPE-nuts when they don’t have grapes in it… not even raisins. Its false advertisement what if I was a crazy grape fan who absolutely loved grapes and bought the stuff just because it said grapes… I would be so disappointed. Whatever I guess, I didn’t really like the stupid want to be cereal/ granola mixture thing.

BTW grape-nuts looks like something you would feed your pet hamster

WHAT IF THERE WAS.....

Have you ever really thought about a day that was just BEAUTIFUL! Yenno, the clear blue skies, nice and sunny, birdy all a-tweetin' all pretty kind of nice day???

Well have you ever wondered, what if ALL OF A SUDDEN there was...a HUMUNGO EYE that appears in the sky! Like it totally just covers that wide, vast, blue sky with a HUGE eye! That's scary..and then once you see the eye...you see the rest of its face rising up, covering the REST of the sky??? OH-MY-DEAR-GOODNESS....!!!

Yeah, pretty much a random thought........&if you also want to spark up another thought in that brain...if THAT was scary to you..if you thought THAT was big..just think of how big and great GOD actually is :O....ahaa so anyways, next time you witness a clear, sunny, blue sky in your life- just imagine a human EYE popping out of nowhere..what do you think would happen????

-KAT :D

Is it That Easy?

Recently I've found enjoyment in reading stories about people who have won the Darwin award. Basically a person can win it by simply being stupid. The award goes to someone who doesn't deserve to be in the gene pool. Like recently, I read an article on a guy that stabbed himself because he thought leather was stab-proof. (he was 100% sober and drug free).

-Tyler

"ding ding first day of school' - part 3

First he stopped writing me cute notes. Then he stopped calling me every day. Finally he stopped eating lunch with me, like seriously what kind of a boyfriend doesn’t lunch with his girl. People I rarely talked too new more than me when it came to where Demetri was throughout the day. One day I was in the bathroom and I heard people come in, and guess who it was, Clara. I heard her high pitched voice echo throughout the bathroom. “Oh my GOD!!!!!!! Demetri and I had the best time last night!!!!!! We went to the movies and saw Transformers. Yeah it was great, he held my hand” I couldn’t help it I ran out of my stall, past Clara and her posy, crying my eyes out. How could he have cheated on me, with her an airhead bimbo!!!! He had promised he would never deceive me and he did, I was so naïve. I felt ashamed, angry, sad, but most of all disappointed. He was the first boy I ever said those sacred 3 words to, and he just played me for a fool. I wondered how many other things he had done behind my back. I would later find out he had done horrible things. Things that to this day still break my heart.
I broke up with him and he just stood there shocked like if I had just yanked his heart of his chest. I was appalled, how could he look so innocent. That day something inside died, I had lost my best friend and someone I loved. For the next months, every day he would look at me with his brown eyes, which screamed out “I’m so sorry”. I almost gave in; when I found out that Clara wasn’t the only girl he had spent “time” with. There were two more. I was just shocked, how could I have been so blind, so trusting, so naïve.

Thinking...

Well I've just been thinking a lot...just about stuff. You know when you're in one of those moods where you just think about different things...your past, your present, and of course your future. I'm super excited for college, but at the same time nervous. Excited to make new friends...nervous for all the schoolwork :( But I know it will be a GREAT experience! My mom said it was one of the best times of her life! I'm excited to see where I'll be in the next 5 years...maybe even the next 10 years...where will I be? I could only guess :)

Dislike is Not Hate

I dislike Justin Bieber with a great passion (for he is stupid--he doesn't know what the word "German" is, not appreciative, is too desperate for girls, sounds like a girl, and he doesn’t like to hug his mom in public) but I really love this video—well, mostly the song.


Returning to Justin Bieber hatred, he’s sixteen, that girl looks twenty-one. What the heck? You giant creeper girl, step away from the little boy. Justin Bieber is nice, I guess, but we must admit... there is not a time I hear Justin Bieber on the radio and I don't think it's a girl.

He's too desperate for girls and his lyrics are so... hmmph.
If I hear Baby being played ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR.

Jessica Sandoval

Animals working for the Government

I never thought of this. This is amazing. But four years just to train them isn't really worth it.


http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?cl=19915596

-Joaquin

The Show Must Go On

“People change, things go wrong, but just remember life goes on!”

Yea life does go on! Yea people don’t become your friends anymore and everyone changes no matter who you are! Even if you look the same… you attitude and maturity has definitely changed… well for most people… haha. Sometimes people blame things on other people when it was BOTH of there parts. Yea everyone has there bad days and good days and yea lots of things go wrong….. but like what they all say.. the show much go on… and the show is life… so pick yourself up… dust the dirt off and start again with a fresh start. Because the truth is is that we don’t have much longer here… so if something goes wrong or your best friend changes… just remember… the show must go on :)

-kAlLiE jO

“I CAN’T WAIT FOR SUMMER! IT’S GOING TO BE SOO AWESOME!”

RIGHT SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER BREAK: “WELL THIS IS BORING.”

I sat there wondering what I was going to do this summer. There is nothing to do in California or Mexico. Hanging out with my friends would be fun, but where would we go?
We always go to the mall.
Or walk around.
Sometimes we go to friend’s houses.
But either way: It gets BORING after a while.


I was thinking we go skiing or something.
In Norway. Since that is where there where will probably be snow. I hope.


I will, however, become a Boy Scout. I am way excited. Really. Starting fires, earning badges… If that is not something to look forward to I don’t know what is.


Doesn’t it suck when you spend your whole year looking forward to Summer Break and then the break comes and you find out there was nothing to really look forward to besides sleeping in and even that gets habitual after a while so you end up waking up at six even though you don’t have to.

And your Mother screams at you to get up your lazy rear end and help around the house and you’re thinking: “MarshmallowFluff. I was waay better off at school.”


Then school comes again and you think the same thoughts.


It’s a vicious, never- ending cycle.

-Emily:)

TO GAIN IS TO LOSE.

"TO GAIN IS TO LOSE" I was thinking about this the other day, and isn’t that true? When you gain something..doesn’t something always has to be lost? Isn’t there something that is always..I guess you can say, “traded” in a way for something to be gained? Something will always pay in the end SOME type of way. You can look at this as “cause and effect.” But it makes sense right?
For instance here are some examples: When you buy something, you gotta pay. When you eat something, you lose your hunger. When you go out with a friend, you could have missed out on a different hangout with another friend. When you find a new activity or whatever, your gona lose some of your time.. Right?

And then, there are those “cause and effects” where it's a little more serious, and we never really think about it….When you gain the satisfaction of speed and rush way past the speed limit on a freeway, but then you lose your life..When you gain popularity, but you lose your true-self. When you gain a new friendship, but lose another one. When you gain laughter from a "harmless" joke, but lose comfort and confidence from a friend..These are some things that just came to my mind, and I’ve been thinking about it. You’re actions could affect many people without you even realize it. So what are some of the things that you’ve lost in your life..just because you simply wanted a...“gain”…??

I Don't Even Know what I Did To Deserve This {The Stages of Love}

Monday, November 23nd
Scenery: Girl in a cafe, writing a letter.
The mood: Excited with love.

Hi. I just wanted to tell you something. It might repel you, but it’s something that has been keeping me awake. I look at you for the longest time every time I spot you, and I’m starting to wonder of I’m even sane anymore. I wonder if you think of me as much as I think about you. Probably not, but I feel the need to tell you that you are taking over my brain.


I’ve seen you sad, I’ve seen you overjoyed, I’ve seen you bored, and I love it—I love seeing you and spending time with you. I guess what I’m trying to say is: I love you. I love the fact that you’re sweet, captain of the football team, that you want to help everyone, I love your smile!



Forgive me for this intrusion, but seeing as I can’t stop thinking about you, I’m letting you know… I love you.

Wednesday, June 14th

Scenery: Girl alone at the football field bleachers.
The mood: …disappointment.

Hi. All I wanted to say was… I’m just really sad. And may I say, incredibly disappointed. You’ve broken my heart and thrown it in the dirt. Maybe you care, but you probably don’t know it yet. All that’s left to do right now is cry, I guess? Will I cry? Maybe a tear will escape sometime during the day. I won’t be able to help it, of course. I can’t just not cry.


I confided in you. You were my best friend, but now—what am I? The awkward “Hi” you mutter everyday. The text message you reply with one word. The small shadow you walk by everyday.


What’s left? Deep desires to be able to talk you again. Awkward hand waves. Weak smiles. How did it end? One small smile, you didn’t small back. I texted you about your day, you replied with a “good.” With a period. Ended with a period. Translated, it means I screwed up somewhere.


I don’t understand, but that’s life, I guess. It’s how my life was made. Sometimes you can trust someone, and then a few weeks later, they will have moved on. What’s sad is that I still don’t know what I did—all those people who tossed me aside don’t even think twice about explaining. But that’s life, right? “Move on,” is what it’s all about.


-Jessica Sandoval

continuation of "ding ding first day of school'

Janice Morgan, Janice Morgan, is Janice Morgan here? Thats when I wake from my day dream. Here, I say to Mrs. Robinson. I cannot believe that I just daydreamed my first day of high school here, at Disciple, and me meeting Demetri for the first time, my once best friend and well once love of my life. Wow like wow right now! 9th grade was such a long time ago, 11th grade is totally a different ball game. Demetri his name makes my heart still beat fast but with a sting. Betrayal is a cruel master and Deceit his companion. Demetri and I were such great friends, the best of friends actually. We would talk on the phone for hours, about absolutely nothing. It was great; until he told me he loved me in the middle of 9th grade. I just simply told him that I loved him too but as a friend, he just simple said okay. I thought it would not be awkward and it wasnt until guilt began to arise. I loved Demetri and not just as friends but I was too scared to say anything, for I did not want to risk hurting our friendship. I needed a good friend at this stink hole of a place. So I lived a lie until I could not take it anymore, I had to get it off my chest. I went up to Demetri and asked him a question, Do you still love me? it had been a whole year since he dared tell his feelings to me. His eyes widened, like if he was a deer in the headlights, he let out a big sigh and said, I told you I wasnt like one of these fake people, that I would never deceive to you, so here it goes a long pause happened and then, yes I still love you.I whispered back, I love you too. It was like one of those movie moments. It literally felt amazing, until she came.
Clara was beautiful, a cheerleader, and crazy charismatic, everything Im not. She was one of those girls that got what she wanted when she wanted, and she wanted something, Demetri. At first I was just so happy Demetri was mine until Clara started hanging around a lot more than usual.

What's your fav animal?

Killer whales are amazing creatures and so majestic, but also one of the if not the top dog in the Ocean. in some studies scientist saw that they life in giant families and that is pretty cool. i mean how are these animals not cool. When i grow up i wanna become a marine biologist and these are the kinds of creatures i wanna study. so tell me your fav animal and try and get a pic of it. untill next time - RY by

Fatskinny: Definition:

[PLOPS PIECE OF CAKE INTO MOUTH. LOOKS DOWN AT STOMACH AND GRIMACES] “God, I am soo fat! I totally just gained like 20 pounds!!! [BURSTS INTO TEARS]

Why is it always the skinny people who think they are fat?? I mean, you see skinny people everywhere poking their invisible fat and calling themselves obese.



Then someone comes along and the fatskinny person is all like: “God, I’m so fat.”


And the other person says: “NO! You’re the opposite of fat.”


The fatskinny person responds: “OHMYGOD!! I’m obese!!!!”

And I am not saying I don’t do that. BUT, why is it the thin people who have these problems???
Does it have to do with the fact that they’re skinny?
Just wondering. I know I know I tend to do that a little. A LOT. Okay.
But still.
Then they start their diets and during the end of their day they are gamboling around with these hideous migraines.
Trust me, I know.


And then I always decide to start my diet. And then my friend calls and says we should go to the movies. So we get some Coca- Cola and tons of chips. And then I spend the night at her house and we eat even MORE junk food. And the day after is Sunday and Sunday is the official “EAT WHATEVER YOU WANT” day.


So that screws my diet.
Hence I tell myself: “You can start it tomorrow.”
Needless to say, tomorrow never comes.


-Emily
(Karen)

blah blah blah who cares?

So recently it has been on my mind how everything I've learned and ignored actually is used in life. Yea sure it sounds dumb at first, but really how much in life do we simply forget about considering it to be insignificant? Every single action we do makes a different result happen in all of our lives. It makes me think twice before doing anything, because there are no second chances.


-Tyler F

Untitled

As I look outside the window, I look and see


That familiar reflection staring back at me

I wonder if this girl will ever change

With the world around her making her feel weird and strange

This girl has a dream and wants to show the world

That big things can happen to an ordinary girl

She knows she has whatever it takes

To make it somehow and still make mistakes

To live through life with one goal in mind

To search and look and try to find

The answer everyone’s trying to look for

And open that no longer closed door."

- JJ

"I'm going to be a super model"-its a song

Living the supermodel life would be AMAZING!! I mean all you have to do is stand there and let people take pictures of you...oh and walk down the runway! Plus you get a ton of free stuff when you represent a certain company and get to go to AWESOME events and parties!! Sounds pretty easy right? Think again! You have to stay beautiful for like ever! Well...then again there are some pretty weird looking models out there...but that's what I heard they look for...someone with a unique, odd look. Anyways you have to stay skinny all the time! I feel like supermodels never eat or are like work out fanatics! If you gain like 15 pounds...you better forget about any more modeling gigs! But then again...models get pregnant and have babies all the time, but then loose all the weight like 2 weeks later and are 95 pounds again! How they do it...I have no idea! But what about when you get all old and wrinkly?... your career is down the drain! But good news!! You'll have more than enough money to last you like forever…Well if you're a SUPER model...so yah none of that will matter! I guess it would be pretty AWESOME to be a SUPER model!!! :)


-Rayelle :)

Breath.

My heart beats slower at first then faster and faster.
Boom---BoomBoom--BoomBoom.
The air escapes my lungs.
I fight to inhale the amzaing source of life but it gets harder with every strude.
I tell my brain 'Breathe. COM' ON. Push yourself. Is that all you have? You are weak."
breathe.
I slowly begin to have this amazing flow of awesome chakra with a feeling of new strength. I see the street. It seems to end in the air, but the more I move toward it, it seems to unravel. I hear a semi silent whisper of a beat.
Boom-Step-Breathe-Boom-Arms Swaying-Boom.
I close my eyes and remind myself why I do this. Its my only therapy to keep me sane, my escape from this physical world.


-CF

By Alex

Why in the world would this guy be accusing this adorable little kitty for anything? Look how innocent this thing looks..Can't you just imagine him switching his vision of sight from you to the man who's accusing him back to you? Yes?. . .

and this makes me think.. Outward appearances can change and mold the way people think subconsciously.. I mean if you left out a peace of meat.. and you saw a mighty spotted leopard and this exact small kitty.. who would you blame? People judge people by their covers all the time..

AMAZING!!! :O

Have you ever thought about if animals have a reasoning conscience that allows them to decipher what is right or wrong or what ought not to be? Okay did your mind hurt from that question?


Let me rephrase that...do you think that animals could figure out and know the difference between if something is right or something is wrong?

Yes right? Because they'll bark or let you know if something/someone they are not familiar with comes in their presence, or when they sense something is wrong they bark or hide, or other stuff like that- bad examples sorry =P.

Or would you say that's just instinct..????

Well, I just saw this AMAZING video of these two, well- dogs!!!! And what this other dog did for that dog...is just crazy! And I'm PRETTY sure it wasn't instinct. What do you guys think of it???

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofpYRITtLSg

-Kat