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Mandala haiku

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Mandala haiku

Dance Narrative

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Dance Narrative

Song Informative

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Song Informative

Song narrative

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Song narrative

Letting go.

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 12:21:00 -0500

Today in English class, We collected 5 leaves from outside. I collected 5 that stood out the most to me. The directions were once you had your 5 leaves collected write 3 Discontents (things you wanna get rid of) and 2 hopes (things you wish and dream for).

The past & bad memories with you
Down talk
The cold!

College
Hope. Believe. Dream. Smile.

Discontents:

“The past & bad memories with you” We have been through so much, lately all we do is fight non stop. If things were better and their wasn’t any more fight things could work. We both make mistakes. We’re not perfect. “Down talk” We people say thing to put you down. Nobody will ever tell me i can’t do something and me actually listen. I don’t take “no” for an answer. I’m very determined to get very far in life and I will get far. “The cold”! I very much wanna leave this cold state for college. I hope to go some place very warm. The warmth makes my body feel so much better and the warmth keeps me motivated to keep moving. The cold makes me not want to leave my bed and im so outgoing I hate feeling caged because it’s cold outside.

Hopes:

“college” I hope to leave this state and go to college in a warm state. The cold makes my body hurt and I feel so much better when its warmer. The warmth keeps me motivated, and the cold brings me down and makes me want to stay in bed all the time. I hate that. Im such an outgoing person. I find New York very Boring and id love to life my life to the fullest. Live is short so why not life your dream. I’d like to do four years of college, four years med school and four years of residency. I want to major in Biology. Then specialize in Anesthesiology. “Hope. Believe. Dream. Smile.” Hope for the best things in life, believe in yourself that you can do anything long as you have an open mind, dream big and move forward with your dreams. Life is short so live your life to the fullest. and make sure you smile. :) Why get mad when you have to get glad all over again!!

Family (Hairs)

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 12:00:27 -0500

Everybody in my family has different personalities. My mom’s personality is like a wind chime, loud when the wind blows or quiet when there is none at all. I don’t express my feelings very often. Im like a leave, no expression and travel through the world. I express with a pencil and a piece of paper. I’ll write but but not speak. Victoria a more of a sassy girl like a lip stick tube, only used on nights you go out. Corey the very loud, outgoing one in the family. He can be as calm as flowers blowing in the wind or a tornado that destroys everything in his way.

Siddartha Reflection

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 11:46:58 -0500

“Life was pain, the world was full of suffering, but the path to the release from suffering had been found”.

I’ve always had a good life and a happy family that loves me. We all get along so well, this is a great advantage. Then my life turned to pain. I got Lyme Disease May 2009. I wasn’t Diagnosised until Dec 2009. I didn’t catch it for six months. Up until Septemeber 2009, I started going downhill from here. Once I found out my doctor had informed me that I would be fine after a 30 day dosage of Doxycycline. Once I took the medication i felt so much worse. We believe it set something off in my body that make me worse. I had lots of problems. I had horrific joint pain 24/7 and slept about 20 hours a day. I would never let my parents turn on any lights, my room became a cave being so dark. The light would burn my eyes. I couldn’t even go outside in the day time. I went to about 30 doctors to find out more answers and find out why I wasn’t getting better. It seemed like no doctor knew anything about my disease. One doctor didn’t even spell the disease wrong he had wrote “lime”. I stopped going to school in January of Freshman year. I became home schooled, seeing how I could barely move. I had been put on so many different medications. I took one that I was allergic to and had to switch medications so many times. This battle lasted a while. June 2011 I found my doctor that I have to this day. She has helped me tremendously. I have tried so many different medications with this doctor but they seemed to help me so much more. I would always get worse before I felt better, but that’s natural. I love my doctor, she cares so much about her patients and also had Lyme Disease herself so she can really relate to us and knows what were going through. This past summer is the first time i’ve actually felt like myself. I’m starting to get some joint pain back but it might be the cold triggering my body. My doctor has helped me to be happy again. I’ve learned how to deal with my pain a lot more now, and have a high tolerance to pain. Even though my body hurts now I have faith that I will be feeling like myself again. :)

Photo

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 11:02:32 -0500

Mandala

Mon, 12 Nov 2012 10:45:45 -0500

When I first heard about the mandala’s I thought it was cool, but once I found out it was art that you destroy right after you finish it, I started to hate it. When doing my mandala, I had to concentrate a lot when doing my waves and squiggles; I needed a much more steady hand. Having music playing while working made it much easier for me; it made me a lot more relaxed. Even though you destroy your art at the end, I started to enjoy the process, I loved being with friends and discussing what all the different symbols mean around the room. The different grains of sand where tough to work with, when you switched to a different color you had to get the feel of it coming out of your funnel. The red was very big grains and hard to work with. Over all I really enjoy this process and feel proud of my mandala. I feel like we all enjoyed the process of making our mandala’s now that we’re are all finished. They all came out beautiful and mean something to us. I had fun and not mad at the fact we destroy it later on.

College essay

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 17:46:26 -0500

I was never an only child, I had you all along just didn’t know it. I grew up with just my mom, an only child with no father. I always wished for a sibling. I asked many unanswered questions about my father, but one. I did find out was did he have any other children other than me. The answer was yes. He had two boys with his first wife. He remarried to a woman named Susan and had a little girl named Camyll. Seven years later my father met my mother, but didn’t stay to meet me.

I always thought about talking to my father but my mom refused to give me contact information—I never understood why. As I grew older I began trying on my own. I had a strong propensity to find out his number. I looked up his name in the yellow pages online; he was the only one with his name in the state of Minnesota. My heart fell to the ground, like it was hanging from a rope that someone had cut. I had so many emotions at once. My heart was racing as I also had excitement and fear at the same time. I grabbed my house phone as quickly as possible typed in his number and took a minute to breathe and think about what to say and if I should call. I finally acquiesced and pressed talk.

A woman answered the phone and I had asked to speak to Roger, my father. She told me to hold on a second. Roger had picked up the phone and said “Hello, who’s this?” I responded with, “We’ve never talked before but this is your youngest daughter Becca.” He was very reticent at first. We ended up talking about my life and how it’s gone up to this point in my life. I had asked him how to spell Camyll’s name because I mainly wanted a sister and would love to meet her and get to know her. Once I found out her name everything came easy.

She was the first person that came up in a Facebook search. I sent her a private message explaining who I was and that she was my older sister. None of my siblings knew about me. She was so shocked to hear about me; she always wanted a younger sister. We went from this, to texting daily, to a plane ticket. That moment we hugged I knew we would be inseparable. The more we got attached and gave each other the love like we would with a full blood sibling. I finally had a sister.

We live six hours away but that doesn’t stop us from visiting each other. The time we spent together showed us how similar we are—from favorite colors to actions. She has been very conductive in my life helping me and giving me advice. Sisterly advice has changed my life—she helps me set goals and find trust in myself and the world.

If I set my mind to something, I achieve it. This mature outlook carries through in my schoolwork and the hours I spend life guarding. I don’t take “no” for an answer. When someone says I can’t do something it makes me even more determined to do it and be successful in whatever I do. My next goal is to get into college, pursuing to be an Anesthesiologist.

Letter to unborn

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 17:31:19 -0500

You are not here yet, but I love you more than anything. I would love a daughter. Once you are here you’ll be my pride and joy. I will buy so many adorable clothes for you. Your room will be owl themed. When I hold you for the the first time I might cry. You will be my world. I will teach you so much about life. I wanna have a strong relationship with you your whole life. I will tell you that you’re not perfect and you will make mistakes. But don’t beat yourself up about it, its life. Guys will break your heart, you’ll be upset and feel like your whole world is tumbling down. There’s pleanty of better guys out there. You will meet your husband someday. He will love you more than he loves himself and do just about anything for you. He’ll make you the happiest person you’ve ever been. You’ll smile so much when you’re around him and he’ll take your breath away. Baby girl you know you can talk to me about anything. I will never judge you. I will always love you no matter what. I will give you alot advice to help you threw. I will teach you how to be a competitive dancer just like your mom used to be. You will accomplish so much in life. You will beautiful and don’t ever let anyone ever tell you, you can’t do anything. I love you.

Synecdoche (House on Mango Street)

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 17:05:20 -0500

In the book House on Mango Street I feel they’re talking a lot about how people think and how they feel about the neighborhood and the neighbors. I chose “they think we’re dangerous”.(pg28)

“They think we’re dangerous”. The town has a bad reputation the only thing you hear about is the bad things that happen, never the good. When they come here they make sure all the the windows are rolled up and locked along with the doors. They think we will attack them with shiny knifes. thoes who dont know any better come into our neighborhood scared.(pg28) I don’t remember the first time i saw him look at me -Sire. But i knew he was looking. Everytime. All the time I walked past his house. Him and his friends sitting on their bikes infront of the house, pittching pennies. They didn’t scare me. They did but i woun’t let them know. I didn’t walk on the other side of the street. I walked past. I knew he was looking. I had to prove to me I wasn’t scared of nobodies eyes, not even his. I had to look back hard, just once, like he was glass. And I did. I did once. But I looked to long when he road his bike past me. I looked because I wanted to be brave.(pg72) Joe the baby grabber. Keep away from him, he is full of danger. Benny and Blanca own the corner store. They’re ok except dont lean on the candy counter. Two girls raggery as rats live across the street, and don’t wanna know them. (pg12+13) Darius, who doesn’t like school, who is sometimes stupid mostly a fool, said something wise today, though most days he says nothing. Darius who chases girls with firecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and think hes tough today pointed up because the world was full of clouds. The kind like pillows(pg33)

People usually only listen to what they hear, they never actually go or do anything they heard about, to form their own opinion. “They think we’re dangerous”. They think- they don’t know.

The Sacred

Fri, 09 Nov 2012 12:37:44 -0500

My camp is my sacred place. its almost an hour away away from here. It’s two miles away from the Sacandaga Lake. Its a cabin with a country theme that is so different from here. There is no city at all, just trees, flowers, and wild life. The air is always fresh and the only war that is going on is animals that try to make it through each day.

How I feel when I am at my camp is like nothing else matters. All the problems that are here in my hometown are vanished when im there. The classes in school are like a race to finish to the finish line. Who can get the best gardes, who can get into the best college and lastly making sure you pass all required courses/tests to make it out of this jungle. Jobs to make money for it to just be gone, and like it never existed.

At camp we have a couple four wheelers, I usually take one and go even futher away from the lake up the mountain to this look off spot that has a barn under me and beautiful look off of the lake, mountains, and trees that move ever so ever so softly in the wind. I think about everything and anything in this spot. I write about what’s on my mind because I dont’t share my feelings often. This spot is so loud, but so quiet. The sounds of bugs,animals and trees are the most relaxing sounds to me, and allows my mind to travel. I think about everything here, even my future.

This is my sacred place.