I have to understand that life has many obstacles that sometimes are unknown. Things that happen can't be changed, all you can do is pray and leave it in Gods hands. Everything that you can do for others you should do. Things can be so much better when you have christ in your life. I am beginning to understand that things can't always go your way and that you can't get upset when they don't. If you can't understand that then simple ask for the help of a more experienced person who can help you get through. People shouldn't be so stubborn, you'll miss out on your blessings like that, trust me I know. I have always been the type of person who wants the very best, sometimes I get so wrapped up in what I'm doing that I simple forget about others. I only try to do my best because I want to succeed in life but I fail to realize sometimes that there is know point in being successful if you have knowbody to share it with...Right. I just pray that anyone who reads this blog will take a moment to look deep inside themselves and see who you really are...hopfully you wouldn't be stubborn about making this decision...it may be to late. Just pray and God will lead the way!
I have to understand that life has many obstacles that sometimes are unknown. Things that happen can't be changed, all you can do is pray and leave it in Gods hands. Everything that you can do for others you should do. Things can be so much better when you have christ in your life. I am beginning to understand that things can't always go your way and that you can't get upset when they don't. If you can't understand that then simple ask for the help of a more experienced person who can help you get through. People shouldn't be so stubborn, you'll miss out on your blessings like that, trust me I know. I have always been the type of person who wants the very best, sometimes I get so wrapped up in what I'm doing that I simple forget about others. I only try to do my best because I want to succeed in life but I fail to realize sometimes that there is know point in being successful if you have knowbody to share it with...Right. I just pray that anyone who reads this blog will take a moment to look deep inside themselves and see who you really are...hopfully you wouldn't be stubborn about making this decision...it may be to late. Just pray and God will lead the way!
When it come to young people and blogging, I don't think there is nothing wrong with it. Some should be able to blog and some shouldn't. I read this blog just the other day and they was telling all of there information in it. I don't think that you should be able to but things like that in your blog because any body can read them. They need to start puting an information block on blogs. Some people are just blogging about whatever pops into thier head. And one day the wrong person is going to read their blog and something is going to happen to them.
But I love to blog at school and home because it let you express my feelings and I can speak my main. All young people isn't bad bloggers, but you need to keep an eye out for the bad ones. And when I do see some ones blog and they are talking about bad thing, I would report them to an officers so they can found them before something bad happens. I just hope nothing happens to me.
But I love to blog at school and home because it let you express my feelings and I can speak my main. All young people isn't bad bloggers, but you need to keep an eye out for the bad ones. And when I do see some ones blog and they are talking about bad thing, I would report them to an officers so they can found them before something bad happens. I just hope nothing happens to me.
This article is the most craziest thing I've heard so far. Now it has went from one problem to another. This problem now focuses on the technical use in schools mainly pointing fingers at blogging. Ever since the killing that happened at Lindbergh High School, the government and other national officials have looked at blogging differently. They say that blogging is some form of writing that affects the lives of people. I think personally that if you pour out your personal feelings on blogs then somethings wrong. My opinion on blogs is that it is a online journal but it can be viewed by hundreds of people. People log on 24/7 and talk about their problems also. This to me is just screaming for attention but its not always an act. Looking back at this article's opinion now, most people do take it a bit far. Such an example can be the time where one person was blogging about their teacher. The only thing was that it wasn't good things and some of the person's language was quite "colorful." I have to admit a majority of the bloggers that put their personal life on the spot, nine times out of ten they have no relationship with their family. However in this article it says how much blogging is not good and things of that matter. I think that if there were "real" parents in the world, there wouldn't be negative blogging. Children that have diaries and journals need some kind of relationship with their mom and dad. So the moral of this blog is that before you nip it in the bud dig up the roots.
time to give
Why is it hard to give when you have so much?
Changing a life is as simple as a touch
People all over the world are dying
What does it take for those who can help to start trying?
The world is filled with greed and hate
Things around us seem so hard to appreciate
What does it take for the world to care?
If you were down you would want someone to be there
But people only seem to care about themself
They dont bother to take the time out to help someone else
It seems that the hardest thing in the world is to give
But what if it means that someone else gets to live?
People seem to be stuck on selfishness
It should be easy to give when you are so blessed
I wish the world could change and hear my plea
Because I cant do it alone with just me
The clouds are looking down at the world in shame
For this problem we need to know on who is the blame?
Everything around is about to crash
and we dont know how to stop this so again we ask
Why is it so hard to give?
It can be someone else's second chance to live.
Why is it hard to give when you have so much?
Changing a life is as simple as a touch
People all over the world are dying
What does it take for those who can help to start trying?
The world is filled with greed and hate
Things around us seem so hard to appreciate
What does it take for the world to care?
If you were down you would want someone to be there
But people only seem to care about themself
They dont bother to take the time out to help someone else
It seems that the hardest thing in the world is to give
But what if it means that someone else gets to live?
People seem to be stuck on selfishness
It should be easy to give when you are so blessed
I wish the world could change and hear my plea
Because I cant do it alone with just me
The clouds are looking down at the world in shame
For this problem we need to know on who is the blame?
Everything around is about to crash
and we dont know how to stop this so again we ask
Why is it so hard to give?
It can be someone else's second chance to live.
PROJECT AFRICA
Project Africa is a plan I wish to pursue in about 15 to 20 years. I often watch on television about what is going on in Africa such as the civil wars, poverty, and AIDS.
There many kids and adults who go hungry over there every night. There are also many parents being killed by mobs and AIDS that are leaving kids orphaned and left out on the streets.
I plan on going over there to help. Of course I wont be able to do this all on my own. I want to form a foundation. First, I plan to build food and medicine pantrys to provide aid for all of the families in need. Secondly, I would like to build shelters for the street kids to give them a place to sleep, eat, and go to school. Third, I would like to provide some kind of relief for the AIDS patients. I going use my own personal funding and goverment funding. My goal is to go over there and make their lives better. I want to adequate food and medicine. I also want them to have clean water and nice schools to attend. Also I want them to have school books, pencils, paper and school shoes and clothes so that they can have everything that they need to get a good education.
There are many things that I would like to go overseas and accomplish. I really care about the kids, they are my main concern. But the food is the most important thing because they cant do much without food to live. I also plan to go over and fix up the slums and villiages and give them necessary material to build good homes for their families.
Project Africa is a plan I wish to pursue in about 15 to 20 years. I often watch on television about what is going on in Africa such as the civil wars, poverty, and AIDS.
There many kids and adults who go hungry over there every night. There are also many parents being killed by mobs and AIDS that are leaving kids orphaned and left out on the streets.
I plan on going over there to help. Of course I wont be able to do this all on my own. I want to form a foundation. First, I plan to build food and medicine pantrys to provide aid for all of the families in need. Secondly, I would like to build shelters for the street kids to give them a place to sleep, eat, and go to school. Third, I would like to provide some kind of relief for the AIDS patients. I going use my own personal funding and goverment funding. My goal is to go over there and make their lives better. I want to adequate food and medicine. I also want them to have clean water and nice schools to attend. Also I want them to have school books, pencils, paper and school shoes and clothes so that they can have everything that they need to get a good education.
There are many things that I would like to go overseas and accomplish. I really care about the kids, they are my main concern. But the food is the most important thing because they cant do much without food to live. I also plan to go over and fix up the slums and villiages and give them necessary material to build good homes for their families.
School Fights
After lunch I got to fifth period . Before we go into the class we stand outside the door because everybody walks past there. Most of the time, fights go down right there in front of us. I think why are you fighting at school, knowing that you are going to get suspened or detention. I say if you want to fight someone do not do it at school. No mater how much you want too you should just, try to avoid the person. When you fight at school you are only hurting your self. You don't come to school to fight, you come to get an education. Trying to act hard and talking back to teachers will get you know where
After lunch I got to fifth period . Before we go into the class we stand outside the door because everybody walks past there. Most of the time, fights go down right there in front of us. I think why are you fighting at school, knowing that you are going to get suspened or detention. I say if you want to fight someone do not do it at school. No mater how much you want too you should just, try to avoid the person. When you fight at school you are only hurting your self. You don't come to school to fight, you come to get an education. Trying to act hard and talking back to teachers will get you know where
"What would you like to drink?" This was like a dream. She hadn't spent time with her father since Haya had been born. She couldn't remember those times, just that she always hated Haya for taking it from her. It was all so weird. He had just shown up that morning, told Yoh-Oji that he taking her out for the afternoon and that was that.
"Hanabi?"
"Hm?" Her attention was brought back to the present.
"What would you like to drink?" He repeated patiently.
"Milk," she answered meekly. "Please," she added quickly after some forethought.
The display on the counter caught her eye. Within the crystal clear case, resting upon the counter, there was a wary of enormaous cookies of all types; sugar cookies, peanut butter, chocolate chip, oatmeal, macadonia nut, and others that Hanabi didn't know the name of. She lightly licked her lips as she imagined being back home before "the bad thing" happened.
Her father would bake the 'Famous Manson Recipe' cookies, that had been passed down to him from the dearly departed Grandma Manson; though, why he had been taught the recipe instead of Momma or Aunt Samantha, was unknown. But those cookies were the best she, in all 8 years of her life, had ever eaten. She would love coming home from school and feeling the warmth in the air from the oven. The smell of flour, sweet hand-churned butter, and cinnamon floating out the kitchen. The sound of her father quietly humming to himself as he carefully prepared the perfect batter.
She would peek into the kitchen to see if some of the cookies were already done and cooling. They always were. She would always try and take one without being notice, but she always was. He wouldn't ever turn around. He would just say casually, "Those are hot." Then, he'd turn around and hand her the mixing spoon covered with batter from the previous batch. She would graciously accept it and suck placidly on the bend of the spoon. The rich, sweet flavor rolled over her tongue and down her throat, overtaking the entirety of her mouth.
"Hanabi?"
"Huh?"
"Would you like a cookie?" He asked bemusedly.
"Ah," She looked back at the case, "Yes, please." She glared angrily at her shoes, an uncharacteristic blush formed over her nose. That was twice now that she spaced out. It was not like her to be flighty. Haya was flighty. She was focused and always aware of her surroundings.
She huffed angrily. There was a chuckle from above her. She looked up to see her father smiling down at her, as if he found her antics thus far to be amusing. He reached down and patted her endearingly on the head. "Don't worry about, Hanabi. It's adorable," he said comforting with laughter clear in his voice.
They walked over to a little table near the window. The table was too high and she sat in her chair, her nose just barely reached the surface. The man who worked there quickly brought over a booster seat. Hanabi blushed again at the prospect of having to use a booster seat at her age, but at least it was a cushion instead of one of those plastic seats which look like car seats to her. Her milk and cookies were set in front of her. She nipped softly on the cookie's edge to to see how hard it was. It was much too hard to eat without soaking it first. The glass was too narrow for her to dunk the cookie in. Careful to get crumbles everywhere, she broke the cookie in half. She plunged the cookie half into her milk, getting the tips of her fingers wet. She bit into her moistened cookie. She looked down and saw many crumbs all over her dress. With a few quiick swipes, she brushed the crumbs onto the floor. She suddenly became aware of someone staring at her, so she looked up.
All the while, he had stared long and hard at her. Finally, he spoke again. "Now, then. I want you to tell me about your life." He took a sip of his tea. "Try not to miss any details."
She fidgeted in her chair, trying to think of what she say. "Uh... Ok. Well, I was born in a town called Amity Park. But we moved when I was three to a place called Endsville..."
"Hanabi?"
"Hm?" Her attention was brought back to the present.
"What would you like to drink?" He repeated patiently.
"Milk," she answered meekly. "Please," she added quickly after some forethought.
The display on the counter caught her eye. Within the crystal clear case, resting upon the counter, there was a wary of enormaous cookies of all types; sugar cookies, peanut butter, chocolate chip, oatmeal, macadonia nut, and others that Hanabi didn't know the name of. She lightly licked her lips as she imagined being back home before "the bad thing" happened.
Her father would bake the 'Famous Manson Recipe' cookies, that had been passed down to him from the dearly departed Grandma Manson; though, why he had been taught the recipe instead of Momma or Aunt Samantha, was unknown. But those cookies were the best she, in all 8 years of her life, had ever eaten. She would love coming home from school and feeling the warmth in the air from the oven. The smell of flour, sweet hand-churned butter, and cinnamon floating out the kitchen. The sound of her father quietly humming to himself as he carefully prepared the perfect batter.
She would peek into the kitchen to see if some of the cookies were already done and cooling. They always were. She would always try and take one without being notice, but she always was. He wouldn't ever turn around. He would just say casually, "Those are hot." Then, he'd turn around and hand her the mixing spoon covered with batter from the previous batch. She would graciously accept it and suck placidly on the bend of the spoon. The rich, sweet flavor rolled over her tongue and down her throat, overtaking the entirety of her mouth.
"Hanabi?"
"Huh?"
"Would you like a cookie?" He asked bemusedly.
"Ah," She looked back at the case, "Yes, please." She glared angrily at her shoes, an uncharacteristic blush formed over her nose. That was twice now that she spaced out. It was not like her to be flighty. Haya was flighty. She was focused and always aware of her surroundings.
She huffed angrily. There was a chuckle from above her. She looked up to see her father smiling down at her, as if he found her antics thus far to be amusing. He reached down and patted her endearingly on the head. "Don't worry about, Hanabi. It's adorable," he said comforting with laughter clear in his voice.
They walked over to a little table near the window. The table was too high and she sat in her chair, her nose just barely reached the surface. The man who worked there quickly brought over a booster seat. Hanabi blushed again at the prospect of having to use a booster seat at her age, but at least it was a cushion instead of one of those plastic seats which look like car seats to her. Her milk and cookies were set in front of her. She nipped softly on the cookie's edge to to see how hard it was. It was much too hard to eat without soaking it first. The glass was too narrow for her to dunk the cookie in. Careful to get crumbles everywhere, she broke the cookie in half. She plunged the cookie half into her milk, getting the tips of her fingers wet. She bit into her moistened cookie. She looked down and saw many crumbs all over her dress. With a few quiick swipes, she brushed the crumbs onto the floor. She suddenly became aware of someone staring at her, so she looked up.
All the while, he had stared long and hard at her. Finally, he spoke again. "Now, then. I want you to tell me about your life." He took a sip of his tea. "Try not to miss any details."
She fidgeted in her chair, trying to think of what she say. "Uh... Ok. Well, I was born in a town called Amity Park. But we moved when I was three to a place called Endsville..."
Today I read three poems from three different poets. One was called Bleed by Cindy Thomas it was about a girl who cuts herself to feel real and ends up bleeding too much and killing her self. The second poem was called lil man by Lori Pike and it was about the ladies sick son getting over his illness. The third poem was call You've become a part of me by an anonomous poet and it was about wanting a girl and the eventually he got her and he feels she has become a part of him.
The three poem that I read were good poems the first one is Little Man that poem was deep cause it was about how that lady son was freena die and she wrote a poem about how her son made it through and is recovering from the disease and with that gave her more strength and love for her son. The bleeding was an interesting poem to it was a deep poem also It told about how they cut there wrist and it was to late to go back on what they did and they died . From the pulp was a story poem about a diif. life style that he wanted to write about that others probaly havent experienced.
Poem Review
On the website www.writersintouch.com I found three very interesting poems.
The first one was called BLEED by Cindy Thomas. It was about a person who found pleasure in cutting themself and one day cut to far and died. The second poem was called Little Man by Lori Pike It was about her sick son who battled out a sickness or disease. Finally, the third poem was by an anonymous author and it was about him wanted to go further with an underage girl who wanted him just as bad.
On the website www.writersintouch.com I found three very interesting poems.
The first one was called BLEED by Cindy Thomas. It was about a person who found pleasure in cutting themself and one day cut to far and died. The second poem was called Little Man by Lori Pike It was about her sick son who battled out a sickness or disease. Finally, the third poem was by an anonymous author and it was about him wanted to go further with an underage girl who wanted him just as bad.
I Am by: Nakkita Tanzana
I choose to write about this poem because we had just wrote a "I am" in one of my classes at school. My teacher had gave the class a structure of how, I presumed, it supposed to go; then when I read Nakkita's poem I realized that there is no standard why for this poem.
Unlovable by: English Indian
I like this poem because I believe that we all feel this way deep inside we we're all alone.
My Memory by: becki watson
This poem was right to the point and let you know that becki has pleasant memories.
I choose to write about this poem because we had just wrote a "I am" in one of my classes at school. My teacher had gave the class a structure of how, I presumed, it supposed to go; then when I read Nakkita's poem I realized that there is no standard why for this poem.
Unlovable by: English Indian
I like this poem because I believe that we all feel this way deep inside we we're all alone.
My Memory by: becki watson
This poem was right to the point and let you know that becki has pleasant memories.
"Open em Up" by Sadiyq Naji
I like this poem it talks about how Respect and life and how to act and how to be successful in life how to act . it talks about how he will act until he dies he carries himself it talks about how he lives in peace and doesn't start stuff
poem #2
Round and round
by the same person
I really like this one it talks about how to find your self it talks about how you have to look inside your self to find your self
its really nice
Little Man
Lorie Pike
I really like this poem it's about a lady and how she has a sick baby and how she want to hold him but she cant because he is too sick. in the end she is able to hold him because she prayed for him and he is better
I like this poem it talks about how Respect and life and how to act and how to be successful in life how to act . it talks about how he will act until he dies he carries himself it talks about how he lives in peace and doesn't start stuff
poem #2
Round and round
by the same person
I really like this one it talks about how to find your self it talks about how you have to look inside your self to find your self
its really nice
Little Man
Lorie Pike
I really like this poem it's about a lady and how she has a sick baby and how she want to hold him but she cant because he is too sick. in the end she is able to hold him because she prayed for him and he is better
The Animal Within Me
By: Rick Storey
Summary: This poem is about the author having the erge to fight. The author fights many people and beat them up, but another person end up beating the author up. So, the has finally gained respect for others.
Heart's Desire
By: Katherine Sudy
Summary: The author's desire is to make everything better than what it is. She want to take away all the negative and bring in the positive.
Writer's Lament
By: Lori Pike
Summary: You should treat everyone the way that you want to be treated. Treat others with respect.
By: Rick Storey
Summary: This poem is about the author having the erge to fight. The author fights many people and beat them up, but another person end up beating the author up. So, the has finally gained respect for others.
Heart's Desire
By: Katherine Sudy
Summary: The author's desire is to make everything better than what it is. She want to take away all the negative and bring in the positive.
Writer's Lament
By: Lori Pike
Summary: You should treat everyone the way that you want to be treated. Treat others with respect.
Reading this poem LITTLE MAN-by, Lori Pike was good because it make me think about my little brother. I love him so much, I even call him (DAD). His name is Devyon and he is so sweet. But just like the poem sad, he is brave and love too try new things. And reading this make me think about him.
Reading this poem THE ANIMAL WITHIN ME- by, Rick Storey made me think bout my boyfriend Lil Gerald. He love to fight and make people mad. He also love to fight. We evrn fight when he make me mad or if things isn't going his way. And this poem is about someone with anger and the meed to fight.
Reading this poem HIS INDEPENDENCE- by, Josh Goelz is good because someone is always thinking and wondering. And reading it make me think about who or what is thinking in the poem. But the person who wrote the poem had to think about this for a long time. I love how they name the poem His Independence, because there isn't alot of independent males.
Reading this poem THE ANIMAL WITHIN ME- by, Rick Storey made me think bout my boyfriend Lil Gerald. He love to fight and make people mad. He also love to fight. We evrn fight when he make me mad or if things isn't going his way. And this poem is about someone with anger and the meed to fight.
Reading this poem HIS INDEPENDENCE- by, Josh Goelz is good because someone is always thinking and wondering. And reading it make me think about who or what is thinking in the poem. But the person who wrote the poem had to think about this for a long time. I love how they name the poem His Independence, because there isn't alot of independent males.
The Darkness, by Lisa Plowman
This was mostly about losing to depression. About how you was in a dark cave and something was eatting you alive. You tried to fight back but your were to waek. You were all alone in this one and no one could hear you cry, but then you start to see a light. You fight your way to get out of the cave with all of your strengh and you finally get out.
Everlasting Life, by Patrick Wallace
This one was about you knwing that Heaven is in the sky our enen past the sky. You also know that moon and the stars also is up there still falling and crashing. When past by all of those obstacles you'll finally reached the promised land, which you will be granted Everlasting Life.
Heart's Desire, by Katherine Sudy
This one was mostly about not being selfess. Do not be mean to people and try to help them out the best way that you can. Its is saying that you can not pretending that you do not see smething going wrong. You can not just walk away from the problem because you might regret what happens to the person that you didn't help.
This was mostly about losing to depression. About how you was in a dark cave and something was eatting you alive. You tried to fight back but your were to waek. You were all alone in this one and no one could hear you cry, but then you start to see a light. You fight your way to get out of the cave with all of your strengh and you finally get out.
Everlasting Life, by Patrick Wallace
This one was about you knwing that Heaven is in the sky our enen past the sky. You also know that moon and the stars also is up there still falling and crashing. When past by all of those obstacles you'll finally reached the promised land, which you will be granted Everlasting Life.
Heart's Desire, by Katherine Sudy
This one was mostly about not being selfess. Do not be mean to people and try to help them out the best way that you can. Its is saying that you can not pretending that you do not see smething going wrong. You can not just walk away from the problem because you might regret what happens to the person that you didn't help.
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The Poem is Tender Love's Addiction by Laura Hostetler
Comments:... Wow. Powerful. I could really feel the love based resentment.
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The poem is I Am About to Lose My Peotic License by John Magee
Comments: Interesting. Very thought provoking. Though, I am unsure what neekual means.
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The poem is Black Spectre by Lorraine Lewis
Comments: Very descriptive. It really gave me a visual of the spectre and the feelings towards it.
The Poem is Tender Love's Addiction by Laura Hostetler
Comments:... Wow. Powerful. I could really feel the love based resentment.
<http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=1889>
The poem is I Am About to Lose My Peotic License by John Magee
Comments: Interesting. Very thought provoking. Though, I am unsure what neekual means.
<http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=949>
The poem is Black Spectre by Lorraine Lewis
Comments: Very descriptive. It really gave me a visual of the spectre and the feelings towards it.
The poem called "Unloveable" by English Indian was a very good poem, it was very interesting something that I can totally relate to because of the things I go throught in everyday life.The second poem was called "Little Man" by Lori Pike, this poem caught my eye because it talked about a mother fearing if her son was going to live or die.The third and final poem was called "Everlasting Life" by Patrick Wallace, this poem talked about life after death if you are a believer in christ. If you are than you should know that you will have everlasting life. I strongly reommend that people who are non-believers you should considered coming to know Christ. The three poems were very interesting.........
OH my god i just got my grade for this class. It iz not where its at i have a 75 and i need an 92 that is a very unobtanable goal so now im screwed and i am going to get my car taken when report cards come out. I got an 82 on my story that worked my tail off for so now i feel like doing all my work and trying hard doesn't matter. this is my senior year and this is not what i need to make the grade so bad this is and english class and i was going to be an english major i think not now i have to change my major which only took me 6 years to come up with so i guess thats it
The article Modern Diaries was very interesting. It really made me think about bloging it makes me more contious of what i say on the internet. I never knew so many people blogged. I had ever heard abut it until my teacher started this project. I have never really been one to chat of blog on the internet i don't really trust it. My mothers ex boyfriend knew how to look in on conversations that people thought were private and my m om knows how to find out everything about everybody i don't ever know why she cares. After reading the article i felt kind of shocked that the boy would write about his murder. I am scared to write about my day sometimes in fear that some crazy person will be able to link it back to me. I think that this incident should encourage every one to be a little more contious and a little more carful about what they put out online.
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