Mistake

A mistake is sometimes misunderstood. In my definition of a mistake it means that you had an off day and you weren't as focused as you could have been. Your mind was clogged up with the certain thoughts of something else and it wasn't opening up to anything new. A mistake should be a forgive, and forget moment of the past. One second, even one millisecond after it is done you should have quickly forgiven it. (If this happens again though, the mistake can't be a mistake anymore. Just in case you wanted to know that. Again this is all my definition) But have you ever been in one of those situations where suddenly an accusation is thrown at you for some unapparent reason and you don't know what you did to deserve this harsh talking-to. Well, me 2. Don't worry. In my opinion I wish I was one of those people who would just ignore what the person was saying and; 1. nod their head and shake the ' yes i understand look' 2. pretend none of this had ever happened and agree that yes it was the wrong thing to do or 3. picture something else as that person is talking to you. Unfortunately I am not one of those people. :( I am one of those who takes in what they say and ponders it. Great another one of my great qualities: LISTENING! Anyway, a mistake. A raw example of well, life. So why can't most people understand it that way ?

Spring Everyone

The rain pounding down on the roof . The strike of lighting followed by thunder which sounded like a loud bowling alley. The house shaking with the vibrations from the outside. All of this was covered in one night. A night that most people remember every year. The snow melting away, the temperature coming up from freezing, to average/cool. Where the clothes from the winter are pushed toward the back of your closet. Spring. The first day of spring and we have a thunderstorm. What a coincidence for us isn't it? Out of all the days that it could rain ( and it has) mother nature picks the first day of spring. O and wait we have another coincidence too. Spring falls on a Monday in 2011. A Monday is not the best day for people around the world. It means starting a new week and hating it all the while. So imagine ( unless you are already up) waking up on a Monday to a rainy start and then checking your calendar and seeing ' OoOooO hey, yeah it's the first day of spring.' Isn't it a joy. So for all the rain that pounded on my roof last night, and for the suckish day we are having so far today I just want to mention one thing, Happy Spring Everybody.

The way some people......

The way that some people are like puppies to others because they want to contain with friendship. The way that some people won't give up what they have already lost. Certain people try to hard to get what they want. I don't. It may take forever to forgive a friend or lose one, but somehow you never forget what you have/had. Examples:? One person goes to the bathroom: 2 other people follow. One person wears pink everyday, the other starts acting more girly than she is. Why do people have to go and change themselves for other people. Attention, depression? Does being alone make them scared? A good friend doesn't make you change or turn against other friends ( that was another example by the way). Why would you even think of doing that? The way some people.......

The Wind

Blowing violently in all directions and yet the wind will not blow to you. The wind will blow against the glass windows of the car and enclose on a small school but the wind will not blow to you.

Suddenly without warning the wind will slow down and strike only the trees and the flowers with a noiseless sound. It has calmed down and made the world peaceful again. Yet the wind may strike at any time whenever it feels it must and then will blow to no end.

2081- the horror of the future

The year was 2081. The wind had blown throughout the town for days and still had not ceased for the reason, that the world was chaotic. People lit torches and burned homes for the same reason, that the world was chaotic.
The only person that stayed calm during these horrifying years was a girl by the name of Lucy Carlisle. Nothing special came to mind when people thought of Lucy. But little did they know that she would be the only one to survive 2081 disaster.



Lucy was an orphan. She had been given away; thrown out unwanted. She was not someone to easily be hated and yet no one had ever loved her. The orphanage that took her in was only a small square building that looked like it could house no more than 15 children; maybe even less. Somehow though Lucille did not complain about the standards of where she slept or what she ate; however she just took everything for granted. How she did it, not one person knows.



" AHHHHHHH," The building suddenly collapsed and the horrendous shout that once spoke so many word now was ceased by loud,prosperous crashing of the building. The dust increased all around and blood was all over the street. The bodies looked like they were violently thrown from fifty story buildings. The people who had made it then looked around, hoping for the damage to be done. Unfortunately just as the people were back to their homes the bomb rapidly hit the orphanage building. Everyone was killed except for Lucy Carlisle who was standing in the middle of the street; petrified.

The clock ticked midnight and the small city the housed more dead bodies than a cemetery was silenced. ( no -- not finished

Harrison Bergeron

“Harrison Bergeron”: by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.: The loss of being individual

When you picture yourself in the future do you picture yourself being free and being able to be whoever you want, or being the same as everyone else? Most people would want to be different and have their own personalities. In the story “Harrison Bergeron” written by Kurt Vonnegut Jr we learn of a future that not only has no differences between people but everyone is created just the same.

Being individual is something that you don’t need to work on. You know how you talk, how you dress, even the attitude that you use. Having all this in your life is what makes you well, you. But just imagine living in a world that restricts you from ever using these unique talents again. This relates to “Harrison Bergeron” in the fact that even just thinking can put you in handicaps, which is a small earpiece that sends off sounds when you are thinking too hard. The hardships that these people go through to be equal puts a heavy weight on everyone.

Kurt Vonnegut Jr also has you try to picture 47 pound bags or heavier put on you so you could have the same strength as everyone else. NO one would be able to lift heavier weights than you or do more sit ups than you. You would be equal in everything. “Harrison Bergeron” the story, explains how everyone in the future must be perfect and equal together as a community. Being equal and the same as everyone else, is not always a good thing.

The future can lead to so many possibilities that they are endless. You decide whether you want to lose weight or work out more. Maybe even become a doctor. You can be yourself and have to do what any other person does. No one is trying to persuade you on what you can and can’t do. Individuality is something that separates you from everyone else. We can have control over it whenever, wherever!

L.A.

I can't think and my mind is having trouble seeing. The words are clogged in the back of my mind like a fork clogged in the garbage disposal. One word at a time comes to me and I don't know how to make it all fit together. A paper is slowly processed and yet another paper is scheduled. Processing Language Arts in my mind would only keep me up all night.

The monster

The broken heart that lies inside. The tears that go from the inside out. The throwing of the vases and the breaking of the good china. My life is like this exact day replayed over and over again. You can't stop what is happening because you can't see the hell I go through everyday. The pain and suffering that starts at 6 in the morning. You wouldn't understand because you will never know how it feels to be a monster.

Lost :(

On the computer, late at night writing words that mean nothing to me. Spilling out what is in my mind,questiong myself as my fingers press the buttons down. I try to control what I am writing but I can't seem to control why my fingers keep typing the same word. Lost, Lost, Lost, Lost! The deepening truth that still haunts me late at night. The silent whisper of death. :(

How a Book Can Change Your LIfe

It may not seem possible but a book can change your life. Just reading about real life experiences that happen to actual people may give you information that you never knew before but now you are clear on knowing.



The car came to a halt in front of the Pewaukee Public Library. I hadn't been here in forever and my gut feeling was telling me that this would be the most boring 30 minutes of my life. The rain was shattering down on my head as I quickly stepped out of the car and ran to the entrance; not bothering to hold the door open for anyone else. I walked into the library and looked around at the stacks of books, computers, DVD's, etc. I shrugged away the feeling to walk out of the door, not go back in again. The truth is, I don't hate reading but my hobby is definetly NOT picking out a book and reading for several hours. But I didn't walk out and wait for the 25 minutes to be over, but instead I walked to the young adult section to find a book. I quickly eyed the books in the first row and decided that none of them interested me. Second and third row were the same also so I continued on to the second to last row and scanned the aisles. I had to find a book to read or my mission would be incomplete on actually finding a book. My eyes slowly landed on a book called " Before I fall" by Lauren Oliver. The book looked interesting enough so I picked it up and read the inside cover. 'WOW' I thought to myself as I read the inside cover, 'I found a book I would actually want to read.' Only 10 minutes had gone past since I stepped foot into the library and I still had like 20 minutes to go. Another book would be to hard to look for and I was also to interested to do anything else but actually start the book. I could go on and on about how much I enjoyed the book and how everything in the book, though fiction, is so real but I won't. I just know that as a teen this book surely did change my life.