Poetry 1

I know I haven't posted in a while but I just finished my part in a school musical. I am stuck in a cast though. Anyway I decided to share the poems I've been writing for English class. Here's the first one. It's called:

The River's Edge
The swiftly moving current
runs smooth as silk itself,
stopped by nothing
but life at the end,
It sweeps at every bend,
goes turning every head,
the river is everyone's friend,
the river is going to be dead.

The glistening gleam
from the river's soft sheen
will welcome the morning
since dawn's early light.

Flowing and deep
the midnight blue sheet,
after everything it's done
the river will always be my friend.



Now everyone who has read this automatically thinks that it's about a river. I don't actually know what I wrote it about, I just know that it's not about a river.
Thx!

Journal Entry #2

Describe the kinds of fears you have felt. What instigated those fears? Are they still fears you have today or have you gotten over them? If so, how did you manage to overcome those fears?

When I saw that question on the slip of paper the teacher gave out I knew my answer right away. Clowns and playground swings. I know, weirdest fears ever. I have no idea why I'm afraid of clowns but I do know that I am one of very few people that didn't outgrow that fear when I was ten. So yes I am 13 years old and still have coulrophobia. I doubt I am going to overcome this fear any time soon. For example, I was volunteering for a winter carnival and Ronald McDonald came to see the little kids. I was terrified and hid behind the game I was running because my friend wanted me to hug him. My other fear, playground swings does have a reason. When I was younger my family and friends would take turns pushing me on the swings. One day I fell really hard and I haven't been on a swing since without feeling sick and scared.

journal Entry #1

I just found the rest of my journal entries and wanted to post them one at a time.

Would I ever join a gang?

In a way I would. In a way our class is a gang. A gang could just be a group of close friends regarded as a pack. On the other hand there's "street gangs". Those kinds of gangs have bad reputations. Who knows, maybe some of those gangs aren't really "bad". What does bad mean anyway? You're parents tell you not to be bad, but they never tell you what bad is. Sure I know that breaking a window, for instance is not good, but is it really bad? and if it's not bad, how can it be good? What are good and bad? They are ways of categorizing our lives. I think something is only really bad when you can't find an upside to it, and Vise Versa. So in conclusion I would join the first kind of gang. The second kind is a kind I would not join. This is because I like being known for "good" things and while I'm sure there are some "good" things about gangs, people will be very hard to convince because they are used to seeing gangs as something "bad".

(I would like to challenge you to stop using the words good and bad so loosely. This may not seem so hard but after even an hour it gets very difficult. Have fun!

Question 2: Would I be able to live with only my brothers?

I would. This is a easy question to answer. As long as I had books, music, sunsets and stars I would be able to. Books and music are how I cope and sunsets and stars are two things I find quite relaxing. Also sunsets and stars helped me to get through the deaths of my grandma and great-grandma. My brothers would not be hard to live with although their air of superiority would annoy me.

Question 3: Would I enjoy a sunrise or sunset with a friend?

Yes, I would. This is actually something I have done many times. I love being able to share my love of nature and relaxation with a friend. Sometimes, if you're quiet, a friend can make the experience even more relaxing.

Question 4: Would I stand up for what I think is right even if the people around me don't agree?

Yes. I would and I have. This is something I do quite often. If you think something is right or wrong and others don't, you should stand up for what you think. Often time at least one or two people will eventually agree with you. All this can make you is a stronger, better person.

Question 5: Would I ever write a book about my experiences?

Most definitely. That is an easy question. Although I would most likely never publish it, I would definitely write about it if it seemed worthwhile.

I do realize the format of this writing is different but I have been influenced by the writing of Jay Asher in Thirteen Reasons Why.

It is a wonderful book that I would recommend to anyone over the age of 12.

Journal Entry #3

Right now I am reading the outsiders for class and to add to my project I have decided to post the Journal Entries here.

Journal Entry # 3 Chapter 5

This Chapter was mostly about Johnny, Ponyboy, and Dally in the church. It begins with Ponyboy waking up and wondering where he is a moment before he remembers.  My favourite part was at the end of the chapter when Dally tells them that they have a spy- Cherry. I would really like it if I could talk to Ponyboy and talk to him about the books he’s read. I think I would get along with him fairly well because I agree with a lot of the things he has said so far and we seem to like the same activities such as reading, school, movies and hanging around with friends. I would like to ask S.E. Hinton how she came up with Ponyboy’s character.

That was what I thought about chapter 5.

(Journal Entries 1 and 2 will come later)