I haven't eaten in 8 hours
She hasn't eaten in 4 days.
I haven't gotten a new pair of shoes in 9 months
She's never had a pair of shoes
My parents ask annoying questions
She doesn't have any parents
I taste a tint of iron in my water
She tastes bugs and mud in her water
My bed squeaks when I roll over
She sleeps on the dirt floor
I have to read 4 chapters in a novel for school
She can't even read
Take time to say thanks.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Cheating
One of my other possible column ideas was the topic of cheating. I feel very passionate about this subject. I CAN NOT stand cheaters!!!! Ugh, seriously! It's stealing the efforts of others. You're cheating of of someone who a. studied more than you (or is a buddy of yours and is just as dumb as you but he's the only one within cheating range) b. is all-around smarter than you are (although they're just as much of a genius as you are in the morals department) c. won't be plagued with the guilt of knowing you just stole someone else's answers. It isn't just on tests that cheating bugs me. Kids will totally forget about a math assignment, or just be plain lazy, or KNOW that someone will let them copy their answers so they just don't do it on purpose!! C'mon! All cheating does is get you a one-time good grade. You don't learn anything (unless you got caught or had a sudden attack of morale) and you're no smarter than before you copied the answer. Cheating will just hurt you more on the test and going into college. Cheating isn't tolerated in college. I remember when I was in 5th grade, I really enjoyed playing soccer and capture the flag at recess. But I also remember how those games would end in arguments over who got whom out. "I touched you!" "No, you didn't!" "Yes, I did!!" "No you didn't! I would've felt it!" "You're wearing a PARKA!!" And etc. Kids would do it on purpose too; it would be obvious that they had been tagged and yet they would go grab the flag and make a score anyway. Needless to say, recess sometimes ended in a not-so-friendly manner. And let's not even get started on cheating in relationships. Actually I'm going to talk about it anyway. I've never been cheated on, so I wouldn't know first hand, but I've heard a lot of stories about it and it's really heart-breaking. The cheater has have some nerve to go at it with another girl (or guy) while his/her girlfriend/boyfriend has no idea. And how he/she can go on after that like it never happened I'll never know! That's the ultimate betrayal of trust. And you can never get that squeaky clean reputation after an incident is revealed. Just ask Tiger Woods. I know that the world will never be rid of cheaters, I just wish they'd all die. Ha ha totally kidding!!! But that would take care of the high population....
Sunday, February 21, 2010
the love of a Father
He sees her walking up the driveway. A smile spreads across his face. He can't help but smile when she's around. She walks in the house, stamps the snow off her boots, and hangs up her coat.
"Hey honey, how was your day?" he asks.
"Fine," she grunts as she plops down at the kitchen table. There sits a small plate of cookies and a glass of milk. He always made her a snack after school, but he'd surprise her every day with something different.
"So did anything exciting happen today?" he asks, just trying to carry on a conversation.
"No," she says. Annoyance seeps in her voice. Hidden meaning: "Stop talking to me. I'm obviously in a bad mood and the last thing I want to do is talk to you."
"Well now the prom's in 2 weeks. Do you have your dress ready?" he tries again.
"Duh. I got it like a month ago," she mumbles. And that's that. She's obviously had enough "conversation". She grabs her backpack and makes her way up the stairs. No doubt headed for her room, where she'll spend the next 3 hours.
"Hun, is something wrong? You know you can always talk to me about anything." Concern is evident on his face.
"No!! Nothing is wrong. Just leave me alone," she's snaps. She takes the stairs two at a time. Within seconds, music can be heard blaring from upstairs. Her father sighs. It's been so long since she had taken the time to talk to him. 7 weeks, he'd been counting. All he wanted was to enjoy her company, like he used to. A tear threatened to spill over. He wiped it away and began making her dinner.
~The unconditional love of a Father~
"Hey honey, how was your day?" he asks.
"Fine," she grunts as she plops down at the kitchen table. There sits a small plate of cookies and a glass of milk. He always made her a snack after school, but he'd surprise her every day with something different.
"So did anything exciting happen today?" he asks, just trying to carry on a conversation.
"No," she says. Annoyance seeps in her voice. Hidden meaning: "Stop talking to me. I'm obviously in a bad mood and the last thing I want to do is talk to you."
"Well now the prom's in 2 weeks. Do you have your dress ready?" he tries again.
"Duh. I got it like a month ago," she mumbles. And that's that. She's obviously had enough "conversation". She grabs her backpack and makes her way up the stairs. No doubt headed for her room, where she'll spend the next 3 hours.
"Hun, is something wrong? You know you can always talk to me about anything." Concern is evident on his face.
"No!! Nothing is wrong. Just leave me alone," she's snaps. She takes the stairs two at a time. Within seconds, music can be heard blaring from upstairs. Her father sighs. It's been so long since she had taken the time to talk to him. 7 weeks, he'd been counting. All he wanted was to enjoy her company, like he used to. A tear threatened to spill over. He wiped it away and began making her dinner.
~The unconditional love of a Father~
Hypocrite
I thought I knew you. You became predictable, but not in a bad way. I admired you in a way. It's a real shame it's turned into this. One minute you're hunky dorey, and the next you've taken a 180 degree turn. You're a total hyprocrite, but few can see past your mask. I can't stand to see it. You're two-faced. And you don't care. How you can say one thing and then do the complete opposite, I'll never know. The worst part is the disappointment. You've let me down in an immeasurable way. And you couldn't care less. Do you even know you're slipping further and further into the depths? The depths that can change your life in irreversible ways. These choices that you're making....do you realize they can ruin your life?? You're taking a path that will lead to nothing but regret, it happens to kids all the time. Wake up and take a good look at your life. Glance back at the best times of your life. Think of where you've come from and where you want to end up. I hope you're happy with the person you've become, because I never will be.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
For What It's Worth
Purpose. Everything has a purpose. Small or big, it's always there. If something had no purpose, it would be replaced. It'd be useless, and therefore nonexistent. Purpose can be defined many ways. Webster defines it as "the reason for which something exists or is done". But when I think of purpose, the word "value" comes to mind. You have a purpose. You are valuable!!! And don't let anyone tell you differently :)
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Teasing Gone Too Far
I just read an extremely sad article in the People magazine. The story itself was heartbreaking but the worst part was the reality of the situation: kids are bullied all the time, but sometimes it can lead to death.
It seems impossible to me that kids could have such a negative impact on a person that it would lead them to kill themself. In this case, it was a pretty, popular, smart, funny, outgoing, kind-to-everyone 15 year-old girl. She had it all. And that's what made her a target. Jealous girls had found their victim. And this victim lacked one thing: self-esteem. They ganged up on her, calling her terrible names whenever they saw her at school and posted nasty messages online. It got to the point where this once bubbly girl was always sad. A couple of her friends noticed and were worried, but not enough to do something about it. No one stood up for her. And the result was her committing suicide. Now her mom, dad, and sister are grieving at this horrible loss. And those bullies that indirectly did this to her, will have to live with this for the rest of their lives. Live with the fact that they drove this girl to kill herself. That she's dead because of what they said.
I hope that guilt hits home in bullies everywhere. You may think that you're just having some fun when you're poking fun at someone. But you never know how seriously they're taking it. They may feel that no one in the world cares about them and then you say one mean thing to them, even jokingly, and that's it. :( :( Think before you speak!!! Think about the consequences of what you're about to say before you say it! And seriously, grow a pair, and stand up for people when kids when they're getting picked on! Obviously if you can tell it's some buddies joking around, don't embarrass yourself by breaking it up, but have a heart! It may seem easier to just turn around, walk away, and ignore it, but you've got to be better than that.
It seems impossible to me that kids could have such a negative impact on a person that it would lead them to kill themself. In this case, it was a pretty, popular, smart, funny, outgoing, kind-to-everyone 15 year-old girl. She had it all. And that's what made her a target. Jealous girls had found their victim. And this victim lacked one thing: self-esteem. They ganged up on her, calling her terrible names whenever they saw her at school and posted nasty messages online. It got to the point where this once bubbly girl was always sad. A couple of her friends noticed and were worried, but not enough to do something about it. No one stood up for her. And the result was her committing suicide. Now her mom, dad, and sister are grieving at this horrible loss. And those bullies that indirectly did this to her, will have to live with this for the rest of their lives. Live with the fact that they drove this girl to kill herself. That she's dead because of what they said.
I hope that guilt hits home in bullies everywhere. You may think that you're just having some fun when you're poking fun at someone. But you never know how seriously they're taking it. They may feel that no one in the world cares about them and then you say one mean thing to them, even jokingly, and that's it. :( :( Think before you speak!!! Think about the consequences of what you're about to say before you say it! And seriously, grow a pair, and stand up for people when kids when they're getting picked on! Obviously if you can tell it's some buddies joking around, don't embarrass yourself by breaking it up, but have a heart! It may seem easier to just turn around, walk away, and ignore it, but you've got to be better than that.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Ski Weekend
This weekend, my friend Kelly and I went on a ski trip. It was originally supposed to be a youth group trip but ended up being her, my brother, his friend, and me. I guess everyone else had something else to do. Or were just being bums.
Anyways, we had a 1 1/2 hour drive up to Woodbury, MN. Kelly and I kept ourselves entertained by taking pictures, watching Mean Girls on her laptop, catching up on major events in each other's lives, and Kelly making fun of my broken sunglasses. We stopped for dinner at Chipotle. It was a relief that we weren't in Albert Lea where anyone would have recognized us. My brother, Sam, and his friend, Abe, were acting their age (12 years old) and Kelly & I were extremely hyper. I had minor difficulties understanding the lady behind the counter (she had a very heavy accent) and apparently I said "no" when she asked it I wanted it for here or to go.
When we finally got to the hotel, I was so eager to get out of the cramped van that I spilled my pop. And it somehow ended up splashing on the seat, floor, AND ceiling. If you ever ride in Kelly's van and you see an odd stain on the ceiling......my bad. Kelly and I were super psyched because we were going to get a hotel room all to ourselves. We were especially looking forward to watching the SciFi Channel because that was a tradition of ours. Our youth leader, Michelle walked into the room. "Um can I help you with something?" Kelly asked. "No....," Michelle said. "Oh, are you sleeping in here?" Kelly asked, trying to hide the dismay in her tone. "Yup," she answered. ~sigh~
When we got to the church, Kelly and I went off in a deserted hallway to talk. We weren't being antisocial, because we were the first group there and so there was no one to socialize with. Then we had message in the sancuary and some Karen people from Burma showed us a very moving video and performed songs for us.
Once back at our hotel, Kelly and I took a bath together (with our swimsuits on! sicko) We did not get much sleep at all Friday night because Michelle snored pretty loud. Even with my ipod on, I could hear it! :P
The next morning we checked out & headed off to the slopes. Five minutes down the road, I realized I had forgotten my ipod under my pillow. They had to turn around and take me back to the hotel. I walked in the room a split second before the maid and her little cart pulled up to our room! Luckily it was right where I left it.
We got to the slopes and started skiing right away. Kelly and I ditched the little boys and went down the first hill we found. We mostly stuck to the blue slopes (intermediate) but accidentally went down a couple black diamonds. Ironically, we never fell! Well except one time. But it shouldn't even count because we were going about .2 miles an hour. We weren't even technically skiing, just at the top of a hill arguing about which way to go and our skiis got tangled up and we both fell lol. Oh and she pushed me off the ski lift. Ha ha, not when we were up high! I thought she was right behind me so I got ready for the next chair and then she came up at the last minute and plopped down right in the middle. There was no room for me and the chair pushed me out and sailed up over my head! The guy had to stop the entire lift, made me take off my skiis, and had me get on the next one. I was not very happy with her! Lol. After we got sick of skiing, we hung out with our friend, Napolean. {His real name is Jon Iehl, but we call him Napolean because a) he looks like him. b) he acts exactly like him. c) he has the same name as him, spelled the same too. d) he talks and sounds just like him. e) he makes the same facial expressions as him} We played some Phase 10 and Egyptian Rat Slap.
After we left Afton Alps, we headed back to the church and ate a delicious dinner! We played some ping pong and made interesting name tags for some kids. We had another service: there was a comedian/juggler, we sang songs, had a speaker give a message and it was over! The ride home was very quiet, as everyone was pretty exhausted. I think our driver even fell asleep. Kidding.....totally kidding! And that was our ski weekend!
Anyways, we had a 1 1/2 hour drive up to Woodbury, MN. Kelly and I kept ourselves entertained by taking pictures, watching Mean Girls on her laptop, catching up on major events in each other's lives, and Kelly making fun of my broken sunglasses. We stopped for dinner at Chipotle. It was a relief that we weren't in Albert Lea where anyone would have recognized us. My brother, Sam, and his friend, Abe, were acting their age (12 years old) and Kelly & I were extremely hyper. I had minor difficulties understanding the lady behind the counter (she had a very heavy accent) and apparently I said "no" when she asked it I wanted it for here or to go.
When we finally got to the hotel, I was so eager to get out of the cramped van that I spilled my pop. And it somehow ended up splashing on the seat, floor, AND ceiling. If you ever ride in Kelly's van and you see an odd stain on the ceiling......my bad. Kelly and I were super psyched because we were going to get a hotel room all to ourselves. We were especially looking forward to watching the SciFi Channel because that was a tradition of ours. Our youth leader, Michelle walked into the room. "Um can I help you with something?" Kelly asked. "No....," Michelle said. "Oh, are you sleeping in here?" Kelly asked, trying to hide the dismay in her tone. "Yup," she answered. ~sigh~
When we got to the church, Kelly and I went off in a deserted hallway to talk. We weren't being antisocial, because we were the first group there and so there was no one to socialize with. Then we had message in the sancuary and some Karen people from Burma showed us a very moving video and performed songs for us.
Once back at our hotel, Kelly and I took a bath together (with our swimsuits on! sicko) We did not get much sleep at all Friday night because Michelle snored pretty loud. Even with my ipod on, I could hear it! :P
The next morning we checked out & headed off to the slopes. Five minutes down the road, I realized I had forgotten my ipod under my pillow. They had to turn around and take me back to the hotel. I walked in the room a split second before the maid and her little cart pulled up to our room! Luckily it was right where I left it.
We got to the slopes and started skiing right away. Kelly and I ditched the little boys and went down the first hill we found. We mostly stuck to the blue slopes (intermediate) but accidentally went down a couple black diamonds. Ironically, we never fell! Well except one time. But it shouldn't even count because we were going about .2 miles an hour. We weren't even technically skiing, just at the top of a hill arguing about which way to go and our skiis got tangled up and we both fell lol. Oh and she pushed me off the ski lift. Ha ha, not when we were up high! I thought she was right behind me so I got ready for the next chair and then she came up at the last minute and plopped down right in the middle. There was no room for me and the chair pushed me out and sailed up over my head! The guy had to stop the entire lift, made me take off my skiis, and had me get on the next one. I was not very happy with her! Lol. After we got sick of skiing, we hung out with our friend, Napolean. {His real name is Jon Iehl, but we call him Napolean because a) he looks like him. b) he acts exactly like him. c) he has the same name as him, spelled the same too. d) he talks and sounds just like him. e) he makes the same facial expressions as him} We played some Phase 10 and Egyptian Rat Slap.
After we left Afton Alps, we headed back to the church and ate a delicious dinner! We played some ping pong and made interesting name tags for some kids. We had another service: there was a comedian/juggler, we sang songs, had a speaker give a message and it was over! The ride home was very quiet, as everyone was pretty exhausted. I think our driver even fell asleep. Kidding.....totally kidding! And that was our ski weekend!
All I Want
All I want is a promise
A promise that you won't judge me
That you'll hear me out
And give me your undivided attention
All I want is your time
To know that I'm worth it
That there's nothing else you'd rather be doing
All I want is your sympathy
Although you may not understand what I'm going through
Just listen, and hold me when I cry
Hold my hand when I'm scared
And promise that you'll protect me
All I want is your respect
Don't treat me like I'm just another girl
I'm your girl
My self-esteem is fragile
It can break at any moment
All I want is your faithfulness
So I'll know there's no one else
All I want is your love
A promise that you won't judge me
That you'll hear me out
And give me your undivided attention
All I want is your time
To know that I'm worth it
That there's nothing else you'd rather be doing
All I want is your sympathy
Although you may not understand what I'm going through
Just listen, and hold me when I cry
Hold my hand when I'm scared
And promise that you'll protect me
All I want is your respect
Don't treat me like I'm just another girl
I'm your girl
My self-esteem is fragile
It can break at any moment
All I want is your faithfulness
So I'll know there's no one else
All I want is your love
Friday, February 5, 2010
Blog of All Blogs
I sit here blogging as I sit in J10. Tiger Vision is blaring in the background. Extremely useful information is being told. There's no place I'd rather be then sitting in school at 8:55 a.m. Seriously.
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