Short Story--- Assignment

All of the sudden I was trapped! Trapped in a dark and cool place I had never been before, with only a small sliver of old, dusty light streaming through a tiny crack under the door. As I franticly looked for an escape route to get out of this prison, a sound came from the other side of the door. The rusty knob rattled and twisted, the door flew open. In stepped the tall, slinky man with a broad chin and dark hair from earlier that day in the park, the man that had been talking to himself next to the swings all morning. He had a blank face, but his eyes seemed to dance with worry, regret, and pain. As my eyes painfully adjusted to the light, I saw what looked like a baseball bat coming down from the heavens on a direct path towards my head.
With a head ache stronger than any that I can recall, I awoke to the sound of water, dripping slowly and steadily from somewhere across the silent room. As I turned my head slowly from side to side, feeling the sharp pains in the back of my neck, I saw that I was in a different room then before. This room was surrounded by glass mirrors for walls, and as I looked into the one in front of me, I was dragged to a world I hadn’t been to in many years.
I saw flowers growing by a pond as I jumped into the clear water in the heat of summer, then just as quickly, I was on the porch of my Grandmother in late summer watching the lightning bugs flitter by. I hadn’t had even enough time to catch one before I was on to my next childhood memory of climbing the apple trees in the orchard. I was running from the bees in the meadow; I was at home during a thunderstorm waiting for the rain to let up; baking cookies with mother; running through the school yard; swinging high, feeling the breeze against my face. I saw myself swaying in the trees; running with friends that I know longer think of, but had once been my dearest companions; I saw the life that I had so loved and the life that I had turned my back on. Next was adolescents and high school, with the pictures of times spent hanging out with friends, staying late at all the parties, memories of first dates and heart breaks, having way too much stuff, playing the music way too loud, ditching almost every class, and pushing all the cars to their limits every night. I watched my life change through the years and saw every mistake, missed opportunity, as well as every great decision with every God given blessing I had never given a moment’s notice to. Every last memory and experience that had made me, me in life, all flashing before my eyes in one long movie reel. And then, just as spontaneous and unexpected as it had started, it was over, and I was back in the room of glass mirrors with the tall, slinky man with the broad chin and dark hair.
He sat quietly in his chair and just looked at me. When I said nothing, he rose and started to walk towards me. Slowly and steadily he raised his hand and placed it on the open wound that he had caused with is baseball bat, and waited.

Of Mice and Men

I think the movie's ending was a whole lot colder and impersonal then the books ending. The way that I read the ending to the story was that George hesitated a lot more before he actually killed Lennie, and the movie really didn't drag it out as much. When the movie started the thing that I thought was the biggest difference was the way that Lennie looked. I had pictured him about three inches taller and with a full head of hair, George on the other hand, looked almost exactly like I had pictured him. I think that one of the parts that was left out that was one of the most important was the part where Lennie went in to Crooks' room and Candy and Curley's wife came in together. This was one of the most important parts in the book that helped to show Curley's wife's true colors and really set the readers mood towards her before she died.

Personal Characterization--- Assignment

A calm, quiet room with music playing softly in the background. Light streams in through the many small windows and there is a nice, calm, country breeze that is blowing through the few that are open. The few cars that go by are the only other sounds that pierce the quiet. The bed that is half-made half way a mess, is in the corner with a small shelf of old worn books at its foot. The pillows on the bed are stacked half-way to the ceiling. The room is a calm and quiet sanctuary. A place that is always there when the world gets to be too much to handle. The place that puts one back where they need to be mentally, the place for work, fun, and realization. The room says that even when the rest of the world is out of control, one still has one place that one can hide away in. The books and music are one's way her way to escape into a different life while she waits for the hard times to pass on by. These worlds and this room, in the middle of nowhere, help her to realize the truth about what matters and help to keep her centered and sane for the rest of the world.

Women In Society

I think that it's funny how women in so many societies are typically thought of as the lesser sex, the unimportant, and yet they are expected to do so many things that shape the rest of the world's future. They are expected to take care of the home and everyone in it, expected to make each day and schedual to run smoothly. Children are typically raised by the inferer women of the home, which is very irronic if one was to really think about it. A person who is too incompetent to walk down the street alone is perfectly able to raise the next potential president or world power. Tradition is a wonderful thing and change can be very scarry, but I think that with everyday women are gaining a better understanding of what they are capable of and of what wonderful things they would like to do with their lives.

Good to Hear

Somethings just never loose their magic when you hear them...
the sound of rain early on a Sunday morrning that makes you want to go right back to sleep,
a baby sleeping,
the wind blowing through an open car window,
laughter,
the sound of the creek,
bacon on the stove (lol).

I Know Someone Who...

I know someone who can make me smile.

I know someone who is kind.

I know someone who cares deeply for me.

I know someone who is very fun to hang out with.

I know someone who is extremely smart.

I know someone who has all ways been able to make me laugh.

I know someone who has more common sense than myself.

I know someone who can fix anything.

I know someone who would do a favor for me anytime.

I know someone who is ignorant.

I know someone who is awesome.

I know someone who expects more from me.

I know someone who is always giving.
I know someone who is thoughtful.

I know someone who has no concept of the word empathy.

I know someone who has graduated from college.

I know someone who has dropped out of high school.

I know someone who is pregnant.

I know someone who is married.

I know someone who is friendly.

I know someone who is angry.

I know someone who has accomplished their goal in life.

The Gift of Self

We give and we give because that is what we do.
We give and we give because it is supposed to feel good.
We give and we give because everything is OK.
We give and we give because they will repay the favor.
We give and we give because it's a wonderful life.
We give and we give because we feel their pain,
or because we're just happy that it's not us feeling the pain.

Just Plain Selfish

A family friend has been having some health issues lately so I agreed to take her daughter to school in the morrnings while I was on my way to school. I was doing this as a favor becuase it really was no big deal and I was glad to be able to help out. Well this morrning as I am dropping her off I pulled a head a little and waited to make she that she got in the front door, just in case you know.
Then my little sister, whom I have basically raised myself and am still having to haul her around to and from school, says that I don't have to worrry about that becuase she'll be fine. Now I don't think that you're getting the tone she said it with, imagine just the most disrespectful, ungreatful tone that you have every used and then imagine pointed in the direction of a five year old. Yea.
At this point in my life I'm just sick of her little attitude, so I just tell her that it's not her kid to say that about. And you know what that little brat had to say about that, "Well I have to watch her like 24/7 because her mom can't so I might as well be her mother." I almost went off on that little whore. I mean I have had to this crap for her her ENTIRE life and not complained once because it was and still is what needed to be done, simple as that. Then when she does finally 'move out' I'm still stuck with all the crap she gets herself into, and then she has the gaul, the nerve, to say something about a five year old whose mother has been incapacitated for not even a month!!!
Ohhh... it took eveything I had to hold myself back from slaping her across the face and telling her to walk the rest of the way. What a little bitch.

Dead Poet Society

Poetry itself is something that is meant to be read for fun and relaxation. To be thought about, not taught about. Poetry helps to show a person how to think and act for themselves. Life itself is amazing in many different ways and Dead Poet's Society tried to live life to the fullest and enjoy every minute of it. I think that that has to be my favorite thing about the movie, as the year went by, one could see how they were changing and coming into their own. Everyone has that one person in their life that opens their eyes and shows them something that has been right in front of their faces for their entire lives, that they just haven't noticed. Mr. Ketting was that for these guys in the class and I think that it was great that they were able to see how important it was to attack life so early in life. Even if it was just a movie.

It All Depends Man

When one has a lot of different things going on, one has to prioritize, everyone knows that. So when something comes up that could change your plans for better or for worse and a person has to choose wither or not they will change their plans it can be a stressful situation. A friend of mine was reading me some of her text messages the other day and she was having a conversation with a guy that wanted to hang out. The only problem was that she already had plans set up to hang out with another friend and she didn't know if they still were or not. The way she answered him made me laugh out loud, "It all depends man." Now I don't know if it was the way she read the text to me, or the fact that she had told him that because she was trying to say that she just didn't know so stop bothering me about it in a polite way or what, but it was hilarious. A simple sentence that can say so much. It all depends man.

Can't Wait For...

Hanging out
Staying out
Swimming
Traveling
Driving
Vacationing
Soaking in the sun
Blaring music
Being lazy
Getting excited
Going to the drive in
Watching races
Eating way too much junk food
Letting the day go where ever
Watching clouds go by
Coloring books on hot days
Babysitting
Working
Making new friends
Partying
Bonfires

Summer

The Way To Feel About Life

happiness, sadness, anger, joy, pain, frustration, humor, contentment, friendly, importance, ignorance, pity, foolishness, wealth, regret, love, hatred, worth, young, old, smart, dumb, beautiful, ugly, forgetful, aware, independence, dependability, inability, jealousy, yearning, shy, outgoing, infatuation, zealous, courageous, lustful, capable, eager, bored, dejected, aggravated, irritable, disgusted, at-ease, focused, centered, tender, appreciated, pleased, hopeful, alert, attracted, warm, daring, interested, abandoned, dejection, shock, awe, torn, greed, gluttony, dishonesty, sloth, pride, superiority, ego, serenity, humility, kindness, empathy, generosity, faith, apathy, puzzled, free, satisfied, thankful, frisky, optimistic, clever, quick, blessed, nosy, brave, bold, daring, disappointed, hesitant..........


ALIVE

Favorite Place

A favorite place is a quiet place, a place of blank thought. My favorite place to be is on a simple everyday swing at the park, on a relaxing summer's night. It is a calm place where you can just watch the world go by. The wind breezes by your face and ears as a go higher and higher with the moon and stars poking in and out of the clouds whisking by. My favorite place is a place where I can be alone in a sea of people who are perfectly fine going on with their own lives and acting like they can't see you doing the exact same thing. Where one can learn countless life lessons in the experienced faces of guilty people. My favorite place is with a group of friends who know just what one may need without having to explain. Where one can just sit and laugh until their stomach hurts and they are whipping the tears from their eyes. These are my favorite places, everyone unique and loved, because each one has something that I need and each one keeps me sane.