A Blue Strange Rose

It is not just any rose. It is a blue rose. But how did it come to be blue? I had never seen a blue rose in my life. Could it have been chemicals? but impossible because it would be dead by now. It is still blossoming and so alive. I know it’s not fake. I can touch it and I can compare it to any other real rose, and they are exactly the same.
I got this rose three weeks ago. (I think it’s very weird that t is so perfect alive.) I have taken a lot of care of it. But I want to know more about it. Its blue and it is special. I want to know its secret. I was walking around a nice neighborhood when an old man came close to me. The old man had blue eyes and was wearing a very sloppy outfit. He told me to take the rose that he had picked exactly that day. He told me I deserved it and that it was for me. I didn’t even know this man; I don’t even know why he would say that about me. He told me trusted me and that he knew I would take good care of it. I thought the old man was crazy. I was a total stranger to him, but I did what he said. I took the blue rose. All I could do was stare at this beautiful blue strange rose, it was so different. The instant I received the rose from him he said it me, “Find out the secret” he said this and instantly disappeared. It was so weird. As I walked home all I could think about was what he had said to me. What was the secret? Could a blue rose really have a secret behind it? It was all so crazy to me.
Ever since that day, since those three weeks that I have had this rose, I have felt different. I feel powerful. I have had the best luck. Nothing has gone wrong for me, that it almost scares me. All I have wanted to do is find out the secret to this rose, but I am also scared to. I don’t really want to know the truth. But I don’t want to just throw this rose away and lose all of my luck. So I think that all I can do is wait. I don’t want to risk anything. Live everyday with the rose and live everyday with all of this blue good luck that it brings to me. I hope to find this secret out. I hope to find what it is the truth or the secret behind the blue rose.

The Pink Island

Leaving Cartagena at 1:00pm to go to Las Islas is not such a good idea because of the high tides at that time. The waves are crazy big, making the boat have to almost turn of its motors because it’s flying in the air. I liked this boat ride. I was having fun screaming and laughing with joy but at the same time nerves. I felt like I was in the perfect storm, but without the rain. We were drenched in water. The music was pumping. It was so loud. It made me just want to stand up and dance, but during our situation that would be hard. It was a little annoying that the boat had to go slow. After a while my patience was not so tolerant to the situation. I got tired of being on the boat and bumping my but hard on the seat on every wave, even hurting my neck. I wanted to get off. I was excited to get off because I had heard that the island where we would be was incredible. My rocking fun on the boat was over. For a while all I could think about was the long ride back.
Getting closer to the Island we were going to I remember just being amazed about everything around me. The ocean was beautiful. There were mini Islands around with beautiful simple houses on them. It was all so precious. But that one house that we had gone to was definitely my favorite. It was a house on a mini island all alone. And it was not just any normal house. It was a pink house. It sounds corny and tacky when I say a pink house, but it was unbelievable. It was not even that big. The house was all open and it had huge white sofas with light pink, blue, and purple pillows. The outside furniture was all pink with wood and white cushions. Surrounding the whole house there was white perfect sand. The house had its own beach. I was obsessed with this house it was so pink and perfect. Never in my life could I have thought that a beautiful pink house on an island could exist, and have everything pink and matching. Usually when people talk about a pink house or a blue house, or any weird color it’s tacky. This house had nothing tacky about it. To make the house even more eyes catching and glamorous, it had the best name! The house’s name is La Isla Rosa. I love everything about that house or in other words island. I felt positive energy, I felt beautiful, and I just felt so chill.
We had lunch on the island and it was also so wonderful. It was delicious. We had paella, which I love. The paella had everything in it. I don’t think they missed any fish for the rice. I got to eat delicious paella with pink silver ware and plates. To drink we had Strawberry juice in pink glasses. That I did think was a little too much, or maybe it wasn’t even on purpose. But the whole pink drinks with the house I thought was cute, but a little out of this world.
I could say that everything about that Island changed my life. From the moment I got on the boat to the moment that I was standing in a Pink house on an island, ending with the moment I got off the boat being nauseous and wanting to die from such a rough boat ride. I was in love. I wanted to move to that island and just stay there and not have to think about anything or anybody else. I felt peaceful and calm. I fell in love with Cartagena. La Isla Rosa became my new favorite place in the world. All I hope for is for when I am older to have an Island just like that one. I will never forget that special day that I felt inner peace and so much relaxation in a beautiful pink house on a beautiful small island.

The "Coco" Mobile

Just a few months ago I had a vacation that was unforgettable it was so much fun. I went with some of my best friends to my farm about three hours away. My farm is located in a club where there is a huge lake and many houses. It is very sunny. Instead of cars its fun to use the golf carts, motorcycles and even walk. At night people always get together and swim, listen to music, just some fun stuff, but the only bad thing about this place is that after 10:30 you can not use anything to go out that is not a car, not even a bicycle. And if you do you will get a ticket. My first night there we had forgotten the rule. So we were riding around in the golf cart and we got stopped. I had gotten a ticket. So after that night we decided not to risk anymore and just use the car always at night.
After some days of having fun and laughing. The fourth night was definitely the one night I will never forget. It was by far one of the funniest moments of my life so far. It was a whole night of hilarious moments. We were at a friends house (and of course we had gotten their in a car). I had gotten a call that I wanted to take outside. As I was talking I heard that the car alarm had gone off. I went to see what it could have been. I realized that the windows were open so I just thought what a typical thing for us to do. When all of a sudden I saw something in the car. I walked closer and a grey cat jumped out scaring me to death. I started screaming and laughing at the same time and my friends came outside to see what had happen to me. They saw the cat running fast and I told them what had happen. They laughed at me and basically made fun of me the whole night. But it was very funny. It was a good laugh.
A few hours later we had gone back to the house but with all of the people we were with. After a while of sitting and being in the pool, it started to rain. We took everything inside. It was perfect timing because once we got inside it started raining very hard and the wind was very strong. We didn’t really care though. The wind was making loud noises, the palm trees were moving so hard, and the windows seemed as if they were about to shatter while all the doors that were opened closed instantly very hard and loud. For the fun we were having it was just all funny. A few minutes later the alarm had gone off again. So joking around we all laughed about the cat, saying that there was probably another cat in the car. Since the cars alarm goes off by itself after a few minutes, we didn’t care to go outside to see why it had gone off. I mean nobody could steel the car; it was pared perfectly so no one could crash it. We were far from thinking that something bad could have happened to the car.
It started getting really late so our friends left. As they were getting into their cars and saying goodbye to us, one of them quickly got out of the car and ran to our car he stood their in shock telling us to quickly see what he was looking at. We all ran to the car to see a huge coconut on the car that had made a huge dent in the front window, right in front of the driver’s seat. The dent was huge, and the glass looked as if it was going to shatter everywhere. It was crazy, it was all smashed up. We were all in shock I mean coconuts fall from trees, but when has it happened that the car not even next to a tree and its got smashed by a coconut. It was unbelievable. We had to laugh because it was very random and we had to take our situation in a positive way. We even laughed more because of course that was why the alarm went off and we thought it was probably a stupid cat.
Well, we were left without a car for the rest of the week, because the next day we had to send it back home, but at least the insurance covered everything, so we got to laugh even more about it. It was something that we are never going to forget. The car was given the nickname the “coco” mobile.

Africa's Child Labor

Africa’s child labor is one of the biggest problems in the world today. It has become a daily source for news and gossip. It has brought out the truth about these children enough so that the world hears it, but not so that the world would actually listen. Child Labor is a topic that really interests me, because I am so against it.
Africa being the poorest continent in the whole world, has the biggest poor population on earth. Over 70% of the region lives and works in extremely poor conditions. Of the 250 million children world wide, it is estimated that 32% work in Africa Most children work in agriculture, which means that 1.2 million are sold into servitude every year in an illicit trade that generates as much as $10 billion annually.
These children are trapped. They are forced to work up to 14 hours a day. Jobs that are even difficult for an adult. They are deprived from many important things that a child needs like school, freedom and rest. What these children normally work with are plantations of rice and cocoa. Some of the girls are domestic servants, bread bakers, and even prostitutes. Some of the boys are field workers, cart pushers, scavengers in abandoned gem and gold mines.
It’s not only that children have to work in these terrible conditions, but they’re also forced to travel very long distances in camels through deserts! Something should certainly be done about this. The world should know better. This is the biggest problem Africa has. The world will not help them. After all the statistics and news there has been about the poor children, no one does anything. Many countries like the U.S.A. could do a lot about this. In fact, they could be very close to solving this problem.

Crossing The Street

It was a late Tuesday night, not so late, but a little too late to be out on a school night. It was around 10:00pm, and I was with some friends eating right across the street from my house. We had eaten delicious and we had a lot of fun talking. We even ended our meal with coffee. Once we were done eating and talking we decided that it was getting very late and that it was time to go home. We were all going to walk to my house and from there each girl would take her separate ways home. All we had to do was cross the street; never in my life would I have thought that in the moment I would walk out of that restaurant to the moment that I would walk right into my building could something bad happen to us. The street was not lonely and it is not an all a sketchy dangerous street, what could even go wrong? We were five girls walking, talking, and laughing. Everything was just fine. My mom had called me in the moment we were crossing the street so we all just paused and waited so that I could hang up, and not get run over by a car because of being distracted. She was kind of annoyed that I was out at that time, but what could happen? I was in front of my house.
Literally two seconds after I had hung up with my mom, a bum started walking towards us. We wanted to cross quickly but we couldn’t because there were cars. We were getting nervous because he kept walking closer and closer to us. We knew we had to get to the other side quickly, but we just didn’t know how. We were in trouble. He got to us. He started asking us for money. We didn’t have change or any extra cash on us. We really did look, because we wanted to give him something so that he could just leave. The bum just kept standing behind us. He didn’t move and we could not move either. We wanted to run, but we couldn’t. We were nervous. This was a young bum that looked so drugged. He could not even keep his eyes focused on us or anything. All of a sudden we noticed that he was reaching into his pocket. He had taken out a pocket knife! He started point it at us and asking us for money. We were so scared. All I could imagine was being stabbed and not even getting hurt by the stab, but hurt because of all the diseases that rusty knife must have had. All I could see were his rolling out of control eyes, and how he couldn’t even speak. He didn’t even know what he was doing or saying. As soon as the street was good to cross I yelled at my friends to cross quickly. We ran. The bum did not even realize that we had left. We just ran fast without stopping straight into my building.
We were so scared, we couldn’t stop shaking. It all happened so fast. What if that bum would have stabbed one of us? That was all I could think. I was in shock. My heart was beating so fast. I had to drink a glass of water to calm down. My friends were also all in shock. We relaxed and calmed down for five minutes and then they all left. We laughed it off at the end. That was a very scary night.

The Break Up

They were the perfect couple. They were both good looking, cool, party animals, best friends, and just so in love. They were always together never apart. It was very awkward to see them fight. They had such a great relationship that they really had nothing to fight about. He never looked at other girls, and she didn’t even talk about boys. They were like meant to be. But on day that all changed. After a perfect seven months it was all over. Summer came along and they did not have plans together. His plans were to travel with his family, and her plans were travel wither girlfriends. They were sad, but they didn’t even think that something would go wrong, after all they had never been separated on the few vacations that they had together, so they really could not think of anything to worry about. They didn’t know what it was like or what they were in for.
Summer finally came and they said there good byes. They were going to miss each other. Although, it was only going t be a month and a half of separation. It was not that big of a deal for them, but they were sad about it. She left first. They talked about three times a week and sent each other cute e-mails. They missed each other a lot. But after a while it was all getting boring. They talked, but it just wasn’t the same, she was having to much fun to even have time to send him e-mails and every time they would talk on the phone she would just rush to hang up, because she had somewhere to be. The fun she was having changed everything. And the bad changes started as soon as she started going partying with her friends. She met many guys and was having so much fun, that she got that single feeling back. She missed it. She wanted t go back to her girls night out, and to being flirty, and having guys buy her drink. A life without a boyfriend just sounded so much fun for at the moment, that she started really thinking and changing her mind about her wonderful, perfect boyfriend.
One night out clubbing, she met a guy. She really liked him, she was interest in him. After that night they started going out partying a lot and to dinner, he took out his friends for her friends and they all had a blast. She had no intentions on cheating on her boyfriend and she did not. And she had no intention of falling in love with this guy; she was just having nice summer fun with him. But she couldn’t resist anymore, she had to get rid of her boyfriend. She just had an urge she felt it, she felt she didn’t want him anymore. She wanted to be alone. So one day she called him up and told him it was over. He got mad and started asking her why, but all she could say was that she wanted to be alone. Obviously he thought she cheated on him, but she did not. It was the truth. But the truth really hurt him and made him very upset with her.
Vacation came to an end and she had an amazing time. She never heard from him again since the day she broke up with him, but she was nervous to see him the first day of school. She did not know how she would react, because she was the bad person here. But that day came; she had to face him face to face. It was awkward, but seeing him again made her realize that she had her fun over vacation and she wanted him back. It was selfish of her, but she felt feeling for him once again, just looking at him. She tried to talk to him many times and he refused. When she broke up with him he got so mad that he just decided to get over her quickly and not think about her. He decided that vacation was the best time for him to forget her, and he did. He still felt feelings for her, but he was not going to be stupid he was not going to get back together with her just because she partied all vacation with her friends and she wanted to have fun without having to feel committed and as soon as that fun was over for her she wanted him back. He was not going to go for that.
She begged and begged him for many months, but they never got back together. They had to forget about each other, that perfect couple was broken; they were not so perfect anymore. Their relationship was over quickly and sadly. She ended up with a broken heart and suffering for him, and he just ended up alone not even with another girl. They should have just gotten back together…

The Party Girl

Her name is Sophia and she is a wonderful girl, but why did she let herself be pushed into that crazy party scene. She was a straight A student with so much potential. She was good at soccer, school, and she had many friends. But one day that all changed. One day Sophia decided she was going to start going out on the weekends and that she was going to drink her brains out.

She really liked that party life. She basically could not go one weekend without partying. She became part of that scene. She was at every party, every club, and everybody knew who she was. She was a cool girl. She had become much cooler out of school than how she really was in school. In school she was just that good student that had her little group of friends, but was not so popular. She use to not care about what people thought about her, she was all about studying and making her parents proud of her. I don’t know what made her change. It was all of a sudden, that she went out on weekend and she really must have liked it. Her parents are always telling her to chill out, and they try to keep her in, but she always finds her way out of the house and into the club. Why did Sophia want to ruin her life like this? She was no longer doing well in school. She was no longer that perfect daughter. She was a mess. She gained weight from drinking so much, because she drank until she had to be carried home. Why did she like waking up the next day with hangovers? Why did she like getting so wasted? She did not know how to drink. She had no control over herself. It was sad, people at school felt so bad for her after a year of partying. Her friends were not her friends anymore; she had a new group of people that did not even go to school. She was gone. She had passed the line.
One day her school called her house telling her parents that she was skipping way too much. Her parents were so upset with her and the only thing they could tell her was that if she did not go to school she was have no money on the weekends, and absolutely no authority to go out at night. She didn’t really care about the money or the authority. Sophia always found her way out, but she did agree to start going to school. Sophia became one of those people who go out on Thursdays, she loved Thursday night parties! After a while of partying Thursday, Friday, and Saturdays she was really out of control. Everybody knew what was going on. So the school drug tested her Friday morning. She had so much alcohol in her body. The percentage was so high. This day was the end of her crazy partying and crazy drinking. She had to change.

The Jewish Boy

This Jewish boy
So alone and so cold
They treat him like a toy
Why can he just be bold?
He needs to stick up for himself
He needs to fight for his freedom.
But why is he so alone? And why does he let everyone pick on him?
The Jewish girl writing this poem is crazy
I’m simply a bit lazy
I don’t care about the others I just rather be careless and slim
People are not happy because they are not alone,
People are happy because they just have a life.
I don’t care for that Jewish girl,
I look at her trying to fit in and it makes me want to hurl.
She should feel ashamed.
But then again who is there to blame?
It’s her life not mine.
I don’t feel alone nor do I feel lame.
That girl is just another person in that long line.
The line of people, wanting to be accepted by the others.
It’s all these people of the same community
Who try to impress each other and try to be the best.
But what makes the Jews better than the rest?
Nothing, that’s why I’m just a Jewish boy,
Whom according to the others is so alone and so cold.
I just think differently and I just live my life differently.

The Perfect Dancer

Her passion has always been ballet. Since she was a little girl she attended her ballet classes. Her classes started out being once a week and as she got older she started dancing even more and taking ballet even more serious. She started dancing two times a week for two hours than three times a week for two hours and as she got older her ballet time kept increasing and became a very hard schedule. She didn’t care, because she loved it. She got to perform in The Nutcracker and in many showcases. It felt great for her to be able to be part of such a show that everyone knows about. She performed in The Nutcracker three years in a row. Not just any dancer could perform, there were tryouts, and the tryouts were hard. She was a dancer of a very strict school, where not everyone had a chance to show what they have.
As years passed by and she started getting older her ballet friends were decreasing. She started out with many friends and she loved them and had so much fun with them, but as they all got older many started getting kicked out of the school because they were to fat, they were not good dancers, or they just didn’t have good enough feet. The competition was getting bigger and harder. She felt alone and in this on her own. She was always trying her hardest and making it, but when she realized that she was at the point that all of her outside friends were starting to have social lives and she was not, she started to feel bad. She wanted to go out and have fun, everyone was starting to do it, but she just did not have anytime. This was only her issue for a little while, because then she realized that she had a gift that many dreamed to have. She was a great ballet dancer with a future. She could not give up on what she had.
Her mother got mad at her every time she would mention quitting. She really did love it. Though, she did come to a point that she was getting tired of it. She wanted to take a “break”. She wanted to see what she was missing out on, and just relax. The ballet school was getting very tough on her. She felt like a slave like she didn’t have any time to do anything. She had basically forgotten what her hair looked like when it was clean, wavy, and shiny because she always had it in a tight bun with a lot of hairspray. She wanted to be able to wear all the beautiful clothes she had in her closet, but she couldn’t because her time consist of wearing her uniform half during the day, and the rest of the afternoon her leotard and tights, and at night her pajamas. She wanted to be comfortable wearing any type of shoe when she was not dancing, but she couldn’t because her feet were always aching because of her point shoes. It was hard for her. She felt like an Aileen, like a stranger who dint know anything. She felt like she was missing out on life.
She was already teenager, and she was ready to live. One day she told her mother and her brother that she was going to quit for just a little bit. Her brother got very upset at her and at her mother for actually letting her make that decision. Her mother only let her because she knew that she could not make her daughter dance and obligate her to keep going when she was tired. Her brother told her mother that’s he was making a huge mistake and that all girls wanted to be dancers and wished they could be just as lucky to have the feet his sister has.
She quit, she stopped dancing and started going out, having fun, and just even relaxing. After a year of this she loved the life of not doing anything. She started gaining weight, becoming careless, and she just basically forgot that’s he was a dancer.
When she started seeing anything that had to do with ballet she did feel bad. After two years of not doing anything, she missed her perfect ballet life. She realized she made a huge mistake, she realized she was not missing out on anything. That her friends had boring lives, they only went out but either way every weekend was exactly the same. She wanted to go back to ballet so badly. So she did.
Her first day of ballet again was very hard for her. She felt out of shape and got tired very easily. She was not as flexible as she was before, and she was not as skinny. She decided to change, to try very hard, to lose weight, and to just be that ballerina that she used to be. She did this after a year of trying hard, hours of practice; she became the perfect dancer that she was. She had that skill in her. She was a ballet dancer.

The Liposuction Mistake

My daughter had been a little chubby all of her life. She was normal; I mean really she had a normal body with a coupe of land handles. People never even said anything to her, so I never understood why it bothered her so much, she always looked great.
When Rachel turned 21, she decided to get a job and work for money to be able to pay off a liposuction surgery. I didn’t agree with it so I told her she could get a job and pay for it herself. That was exactly what she did.
I went with her to the doctor’s appointment, she was so excited, she did exactly what she was told and followed all rules. The day she was in for surgery, I prayed all day because I was told that liposuction is a very risky surgery. Sometimes the surgery could go wrong; I just wanted to make sure god was by her the whole time. Either way I was sure nothing would happen, she was a strong girl.
The day of surgery I was waiting in the waiting room, right outside. All of a sudden I saw nurses running in and out of the room. The Doctors were quickly being called into the room. I asked what was going on, but they wouldn’t tell me. They just told me to be patient. A Doctor came out and told me that if I wanted I could see what was going on, but that it might be hard for me. I went in at once to see, and right when I walked in I saw my daughter laying there, their was blood all over the room and the doctors had the defibrillator on her. Her heart was topping, and she wouldn’t stop bleeding. I couldn’t believe this, I just wanted to know what had gone wrong and the doctors just didn’t understand what had happened to her. After 20 minutes of them trying to get her back, she was gone. I just wanted them to keep trying to get her back, but they told me there was no hope.
The Doctors told me that they would let me now exactly when they knew what had gone wrong. After so many long hours that had come back to me to tell me that my daughter was taking dieting pills that were extremely strong, they had interfered with the whole surgery. She was told that she could not take anything that was not medicated by her sergeant before and during the surgery. I was so shocked. There was nothing I could do. I lost my daughter, my life. Everything from that moment on was gone in my life. My daughter lost her life, I lost my life.

Love at First Sight

Do you remember the first time you laid eyes on that person? That feeling was a one time feeling. It was like a dream. The chills climbing up my spine, my stomach full of butterflies. I promise I have never felt them so full in my life! I could just remember every word he said, and every moment and exactly what he was wearing. It was the most amazing feeling. I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes and I just felt like staying in the same spot with that same person for the rest of my life!
The day past slowly and it was great, because I didn’t want it to go by fast. I wanted everyday to be like that unforgettable day. I love feeling nervous and having my face permanently red just like a tomato. I laughed I played and I smiled with him. It was so childish, but it felt so good. The connection was so great! The energy was so good, and it was like we already knew each other. I could live that day over and over again.
The next day came and I was even more excited to see him because I already knew him and we talked more and had a lot of fun together. The connection got even bigger as days and weeks passed by. I still could feel the nerves sometimes but not as much, I still got excited when I saw him, and I still felt so much. But it was just not like the first time I saw him.
I had lost that love at first sight feeling. I was sick of seeing him after more weeks passed by. I actually couldn’t even stand him anymore. I started getting nervous every time he would call because I didn’t want him to realize that I was actually ignoring his call. I still got red like a tomato but from the anger he made me feel. I had already been sick to my stomach from all of the butterflies. The connection was gone! The excitement, the love, it was all gone. I couldn’t take him anymore. I was so annoyed of him. It was sad though, because the first time I saw him it felt like the best day of my life, and I was at a point that I couldn’t even stare this stranger in his eyes. That was when I realized that I was not in love at all. I was never in love. It was all just a crush.
So time passed and I met people and I had a couple of those love at first sight moments and feelings. But what’s the point of calling it love at first sight, every time you feel that in love feeling, when in the end it was just another mistake you made. Love is huge, love is beautiful, but do we really know what love mean and how it truly feels? I love my mom, my bed, but to be in love with a partner, how will you ever know this? Does love at first sight exist? Many people believe so much in it, but I definitely have my doubts.

Valentine's Day is Just Anotehr Day

Today is Valentine’s Day. Most people love Valentine’s Day because it makes them feel special. If I had a Valentine today I would probably feel special to. But, today I don’t. So this year I do not like Valentine’s Day. It is not the same for your friends and family to give you chocolates and roses, it’s nice having a valentine to bring you chocolates and maybe have a nice meal together. It is extremely cheesy, even if you do have someone to spend the day with. Deep inside I don’t like it at all. The chocolates are good, I love roses, but its corny and annoying seeing all the loved ones celebrating it together and getting each other gifts, because for the it is such a “special” holiday. Everyday should be full of love, chocolates, and gifts, not just February 14. And a question that I have always asked myself… is valentine’s day really for couples and crushes, or is it really for friends, families, and couples? To many it means different things. For me Valentine’s Day a day made for couples and crushes. I love everything about love, but I hate the feeling of love on Valentine’s Day. Yes its true, Valentines is very special. The day you can really show someone how much you love them, the hearts, the roses, and the chocolates. It’s all great, but why only on this day? Nothing really happens on Valentine’s Day. Having the experience of living in the United States and living in Colombia, the difference between Valentine’s Day in both countries is huge. In the U.S people are definitely more in to the holiday, here in Colombia it is just a cheap copy of U.S Valentines. Valentine’s Day is just an excuse to receive and give gifts to a person that you really love or feel for. Just because a person is too shy to give a gift on another normal day, they just wait to Valentine’s Day to express their love. Either way Valentine’s Day is the same as any other day and expressing yourself on that day or on another day you are still expressing and showing your love to a that special person. Be free to love any day of the week, month, or year. Show anyone you love them, give gifts and receive gifts whenever you want. Valentine’s Day is no different than any other day.

Wednesday: A Mourning Workout and Laziness!

Wednesday morning, my worst nightmare. For me there is nothing that I hate more than having to wake up on Wednesday morning for school, just thinking that I am exactly in the middle of my school week! I suffer, it hurts. This morning my alarm went off, I only wanted five more minutes, but those quick five minutes turned in to 20 minutes. I didn’t mind because I was sound asleep but my mom had to come in turning the lights on yelling at me that the bus is going to leave me and that I’m going to be late. My reaction was to quickly jump out of bed get in the shower grab a bite and run. I had to run like a block to catch up to the bus. It was horrible. Once I was on the bus I felt as if I had run a mile, I was practically sweating. I got to school and what a surprise, I started first period with P.E, we had to run and I couldn’t even walk I was so tired. The block went by so slow and I was in such a hurry for break. Finally! After a million long hours as it had seemed to be I was sitting in break having a nice chat about what I was going to do on my vacation. The chat did not last long as I had to go to English; English seems to always go by very quick. We work hard and a lot, so time flies. The class I really don’t enjoy at all and especially today is Calculus. It drives me crazy. Today we had a quiz and I am almost positive I failed it. In Calculus we have one day lecture and group work and the next day we have a quiz, so it just all goes by so fast. I lasted the whole period trying to figure out how to get through the quiz and I could just not do it. That class put me in a very bad mood today; I ended my day with art. In art I always feel better because I just paint and let everything bad out. It relaxes me. Although today I did rush and I just wanted the class to end so that I could go home have lunch and just relax. I was tired from such a long school day. I got home as quick as I could without saying bye to anyone to just get home have lunch which was delicious and go to sleep. I woke up at around seven to spend the rest of my night on facebook and chatting in messenger. What a day! But there is absolutely nothing better than getting home from school and spending a long afternoon doing absolutely nothing!

Gossip CNG

One of the biggest issues in high school is the gossip and rumors. In school a person does not get away with anything, there is always someone watching and someone who spills the beans. Every move made in school has to be carefully made and prepared for what could happen if everyone finds out and people start talking. CNG is the world of gossip. The perfect example of CNG is the T.V series Gossip Girl. We live in the same world with the same issues. People in the school live of off one another’s life. Everyday the spotlight can be on someone else, but usually there are those who are not slick at all and always get caught. Once the rumor starts the gossiping starts and there is no stopping it until something new comes up, and even if something new has come up and people have started gossiping about the new rumor, the old ones are still always remembered. Nobody ever forgets a good rumor. Boyfriends ad girlfriends have to watch themselves if they decide to get flirty with someone else, or even cheat. You can be on the other side of the world and somehow the school will always find out. The word always gets out and people will always talk.In CNG the students, parents, and even teachers are all aware and are all always into hearing the gossip about anything. Its not only CNG, but let me just say it’s a hobby here. It’s best to be a nobody than a somebody. It’s best to avoid all situations. People are evil, and with something happening bad or good they get joy out of talking about it.

Scarface: The World is Yours

Scarface a thriller, gangster, love, and betrayal movie directed by Brian De Palma is a great over the top film. It has lot of creativity from being in a hard core gangster scene to killing someone but ending it with a little bit of humor by Al Pacino saying a funny comment. Its rough, it’s bloody, and it’s is excellent.
Throughout the movie, one’s eyes are wide opened not blinking to see what will come next. Al Pacino playing Tony Montana is a likeable bad guy. He is a killer, a drug addict, but at the same time he is so great and so powerful that one just has to love him. The way he talks with his accent and with such sarcasm really makes a person enjoy the actor and respect him in a good way. Scarface starts out as a Cuban immigrant being able to be free, getting off in the ports of Miami. He talks his way into being let into the country. In doing some extra work he gets his green card automatically. As he starts out as nothing, Manny his co-partner, Steven Bauer, convinces him to deal and help out in the gangster life. They become big, Tony becomes the King of the yeyo and he gets the power, but he is confident and has too much of an ego . He gets the girl, the money, the drugs, and the liquor, but for caring too much about getting more of that stuff and the power he looses it all. Al spices up the movie a lot more with his Cuban accent, sometimes not even understanding half of the things he says but one is still there, one is still going along with everything he does and says. Scarface is a Bad Hero, but as much as he is hated in the movie and does bad stuff, when he dies the audience does not get excited and say, “Yes, they killed him.” Instead it is a “oh no! They killed him” Tony cared for the people, he didn’t want to kill anyone, but when things got out of control he had to. Scarface wanted the world to be his, that was his goal.
Scarface is very violent and is enjoyable to many, but at the same time it might not be pleasing to others. De Palma for many made this movie a success and really gave the audience something to talk about after the film. The movie is all so real, the love story, the violence, the drugs, and relationship between the people. Even the lines are memorable. This movie is for people who like real world movies, gangsters, Al Pacino, and violence. It is not for people who are not into seeing blood, hearing loud surprising gun shots, and annoying Cuban accents with cocaine. Other wise this could be one of the best films ever made for many and one of the most disliked films ever made for others.

The Sudden Change

This has been a long week for me. I am exhausted and I feel lost. All week I have been trying to get to class on time, concentrate on school, and work out every afternoon. I haven’t been able to do any of it. I feel like because of my mood this week I just can’t make my own decisions or even think right. I have been trying to dedicate myself to do these things and I just cannot. I am not sleeping at night, and the little that I do get to sleep I wake up extremely hot, sweating, and scared. I look around and my room just feels so small and so dark, but when I say dark I mean its morning and the sun is already out and yet the room is dark without anything of light coming in from anyway. It scares me. When I am at school, I’m in class just day dreaming. Or maybe it is not even day dreaming because I have no idea what I am thinking about. I just have millions of things going on in my head without knowing what these things are. My classes go by so slow, like an eternity and in the moment I look at my watch and say there are ten minutes left those ten minutes that I sit back for go by in two seconds. My friends are all crazy. I look at them and just listen to them talk and it’s all so stupid. They are all so pathetic. What is wrong with me? I know it’s me and not them. My afternoons are long and I just feel like eating and listening to music. But I can’t, I can eat, but having to decide what to listen to is so annoying. Either the song is too happy or to sad, or the beat is to fast or to slow. I can’t sit still, and yet I can’t do anything because I don’t even know what I want. It’s very confusing, sometimes I feel I’ m going crazy, but then I feel like and I know that I will get over this. It’s just a like a dilemma I have that I’m feeling lost and everything is a problem. But what is it exactly what I am feeling? Is my body or am I calling for help, or am I just over exaggerating like everybody else says to me. But if I am, I am such a drama queen and I always make fun of the other girls that I feel are real drama queens. I am going to calm down relax; it’s all going to be over soon. It’s just a stage that maybe everyone goes through. I have to fight against the negative energy trying to take over my life. I am a happy person. I live around happy people, and I come in peace. I just think positive and keep thinking positive and there! In just one second I have become a new person. This weird feeling is all of a sudden all gone. I feel that it is gone and I know it’s gone, I feel different, I feel happy I feel completely new. I am ready to sleep all night!