Saturday, June 14, 2008

High School Poem.

I wrote about each grade after completing it (yes, I've had this since 9th grade.) 9th grade- 9 lines, 9 syllables; 10th grade- 10 lines, 10 syllables....etc

High School

Oh, my freshman year and all is new.
I take a look around, what to do?
So many people I do not know,
Are they my friends or are they my foes?
Responsibility is a must.
Will it take long for me to adjust?
All of the comforts I once held dear
Are being suppressed by high school fear.
Whew! School's out! Good-bye to freshman year.

My sophomore, year the campus is the same.
Hey, check it out! These people know my name.
My group of peeps, yeah we're pretty good friends:
The gossip, movies, and all the hot trends.
Getting' used to long hours of study,
Although my time management is cruddy.
I see the freshman and oh what a sight!
For I cannot believe I was that up tight.
"The last day of school!" I say with a sneer,
So glad it's over, good-bye sophomore year

My junior year, I got this high school stuff down:
Pay attention in class, don't act like a clown.
Takin' on the world with studies, sports, and work.
No time for hangin' out, that's the biggest quirk.
You tell me to get a life, that's how it sounds.
Just try to lift my backpack, it's 50 pounds!
You say "get lots of sleep to do your best,"
But I'm up 'til one studying for my test.
Our time is running out and the end is near.
Clap your hands, stomp your feet and let out a cheer.
Toughest one so far, good-bye junior year.

Now I'm a senior, can't wait to get outta here.
Every deadline imaginable is so near.
Personal statements, scholarship applications,
Jostens, college, GPA verifications,
I can't get this accomplished and keep up my grades.
The harder I work, the more motivation fades.
I'm waiting to hear if I will get accepted
To my dream college or will I be rejected.
For all the trials, I have appreciation
Cuz it's all worth it the day of graduation.
Such an emotional time, and so with a tear
I say good-bye to my friends; good-bye senior year.

Narrative Fiction Essay

The objective of this essay was to have clear characteristic voices. Think I got it?
English IV
October 9, 2006

I’m so totally excited! I’m taking the transit orb all by myself to go visit Lizella. She’s like my best friend in the entire galaxy! Unfortunately, she lives all the way on the outskirts of Milky Way and I’m in the center. Luckily, riding the transit orb is totally rad! As I float up to the orb in the zero gravity zone, I see the Great Duchess Sarah Debraux! She is admired by everyone and has more money than I could sponge off my daddy in like a bazillion years. She’s the widow of the great-great grandson of Hugh Hefner.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to work at the mansion, but they laid off all the girls when magazines became old school. Holographic imagers are way better. So they just use holograms of playboy girls from years past. Anyway, I hoped Sarah and I would be assigned to the same cell. We’d totally get along.

The cool thing about orbs is they’re made of plasma. Everything is super comfortable and sterile so there’s no sickness. Sicky is Icky. I’ve heard about stuff like “vomit” and “diarrhea.” Some of my cyber school mates say those things are myths, but others say these things are for real. Our government has gone through a lot to make sure we stay healthy. There’s hardly any physical contact, and we are given vaccines called “Buggie Gone.” They even built a protective cover over the earth’s atmosphere to block out the sun and give us only artificial light. I hear people used to actually go tanning to make their skin color darker! Ew! Who would want that? Pasty white is totally in.

The optomotrizer scanned my thumb drive to assess whom I would be most compatible with for the long trip. I guess people used to carry around humungous two-inch plastic things to hold their information. Now we just have all our info automatically updated every minute from our medulla chip to a tiny chip in our thumb---our thumb drives. I read the names of my three fellow cellmates:

“Chad Mitchell
Tim Horner
Duchess Sarah Debraux
Anika Dumbarr”

Sarah Debraux?? This is going to be a totally awesome trip! We’re gonna be best friends.

As I walked into the cell, the first thing I noticed was Mrs. Debraux. I mean, how could you miss her? Not only was she on the plump side, but she wore mega bling. She had more diamonds than Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She kinda kept to herself on the hydrolic sofa sipping her gin and tonic flavored water. Even though she’s in her 120’s, she looked about 60. I wondered how many reconstructive facial surgeries she’d had. I’ve only had a couple dozen so far.

Our society is so beautiful. Everyone is pretty because we have the technology to give people better features than they were born with. There are three basic looks: Smart’n’Sassy, Main Street Workin’ Woman, and, my favorite, Bohemian Garb. My surgeries have all been on the Bohemian track. I find it attractive, but it’s not all slutty like the other two. This surgery gives me long straight hair, blue eyes of course, freckles, and a snort laugh. My wardrobe has long flowing skirts, solid colored shirts with fleece wraps, and more shoes than hairs on my head. The Smart’n’Sassy and Workin’ Woman are almost exactly the same. What a rip off. Large breasts, face-lifts, short skirts and white teeth that glow slightly from the many bleach treatments. The only difference between the two is that Smart’n’Sassy comes with eye glass frames for that playfully smart look.

Then I looked over to the corner. There were two young guys.

Tim was sitting in the corner with his head between his knees. He was really ugly with dark hair, brown eyes, and a facial structure I’ve never seen before. Tim was way emo with his dark clothes and downcast eyes. He’d probably turn out to be like the most negative person I’ve ever met in my entire life. How can people walk around so sad like that? I’m not totally 100% on this, but I think he’s one of those slightly psychotic types. I caught a glance of the area behind is ears. No scars!? This totally freaked me out. I mean, hasn’t anyone ever noticed? Surly they wonder why he’s so ugly. I’d never met anyone who was a Nakie. Just like puke, I’d always thought Nakies were just rumors. But there it was right there in front of me. He had the face and body he was born with. No wonder he’s so sad. I decided I should maybe not talk to him much.

Chad was leaning against the wall with one hand, telling what seemed to be a super exciting story. Tim wasn’t paying attention at all. Chad had the “Conceded and Charming” surgery package. You can pretty much categorize guys and girls into their three surgery tracks. I liked Chad. He was all smiles and positivity. With someone like Tim around, we’d need someone to lighten it up in here. At that point, Chad looked up at me and gave me a smile that was totally rockin’! My heart completely melted! I walked over and joined the group.

“Hey Babe, where’re you from?” he asked me in his cyber surf accent. So hot.
And I was like, “West coast.”
And he’s all, “Ya seem like one cute chick. I was just about to have a sit and chillax. Wanna join me?” Do I ever!

I hadn’t noticed that the orb had already taken off about ten minutes ago. The orbs move faster than your brain can process physical or visual movement, which is why I was so clueless. About the orb, not like…other stuff.

Chad talked about things that I was totally into. Like cosmobots. We have the same make and model! Imagine that! They’re so convenient because they style your hair, brush your teeth and do your make up for you and you don’t even have to leave the mirror to go pee.

In the middle of our conversation, Tim chimes in for the first time with his low raspy voice.
“I disdain the recent breakthroughs in technology. The government’s desire to conform all inhabitants into one basic ‘make and model’ so they can control us more efficiently makes my gastric tract churn.”
“Indeed! Don’t be bitter because your father left to work for Sui Generi and now you can’t afford to have new technology. And you know you’re ‘gastric tract’ is in tip top shape with Buggie Gone.”

You go Mrs. Debraux! Tell him! I don’t really know what they’re talking about, but I already don’t like this guy. And what is this “gas trick track?” There are only three surgery tracks; everyone knows that.

“For your general knowledge, my father was murdered by the Xeroxins in his pursuit of moral sanctum for the Sui Generi. And I chose to reject the government’s attempt to make everyone into one being so they can overtake us.”

“So yea, I was watchin’ this old movie called ‘Star Wars.’ Whatta dumb movie! What barbaric dudes they were!”

I hated to disagree with Chad, but I hoped he would like that in a girl.

“I actually find those cave man movies interesting.” I said.

And at that moment, he totally laid one on me! It was the top of the line Kissing Patch with strawberry sensations. My favorite. I wondered how many more he had in his pocket.
Sarah rolled her eyes at our childish antics. I didn’t care; I just wished I had brought some Kissing Patches, too. “Always be prepared,” my mom would say. I wondered if there were any patches in the girl’s bathroom in the vending machine.

“So, let’s hear about your father’s rebellious adventure then, shall we?” Sarah was quite the gossiper.

“To what avail? You would only perceive my family and me as tyrants.” He replied.

“Dude! Tyrants are like my most fave dinosaur from all time!” Chad said.
He’s so smart. I’m totally head over heels. I thought for sure Sarah and I would be buds, but even though she has major bling, I’m way more attracted to Chad. She doesn’t even seem to like us. She’s all stuck up.

“Hmph! How on Mars did the optomotrizer place me in the same cell as these empty headed morons?” I thought it was a bit out of line for Sarah to say that. Our machines never fail. And it’s just plain mean to call Tim an “empty headed”…something.

“So this is what really transpired. It’s not what you received through the news wave. This is the credible truth.”
Tim was gonna actually tell his story. Great. Why can’t he just shut up and let Chad talk instead?

“Yeah, more like the INcredible truth! Haha! Burn, dude, burn.” Chad is my hero. That was so funny!

Sarah was like, “What are they teaching children in cyber school these days?”

I knew the answer to that!

“MySpace programming and engineering. Everyone knows that.” Way to show Chad I’m smart, too.

“Right, so about the government trying to over take humanity as we know it…
Many years ago, when human life consisted only on Earth, people were able to make their own decisions. My father set out to join the Sui Genari to help restore our right to free will.”
“I love that movie.”
“Anika, this is serious.”
“Yeah, I know it’s an oldie, but I seriously do like it.”
“Where was I?”
“Free Willy.”
“Right. While in the Sui Gernari, my father discovered secret government documentation stating various plans and procedures for making humanity weak in body and in mind.”
“Dude, I’m like so far from weak. Buggie Gone makes everyone healthy and ‘germ’ free.”
“I refuse to use Buggie Gone. It’s a heavy narcotic that damages the brain and causes your body to be susceptible to death upon the existence of bacteria. This brings me back to my original tale.
“Buggie Gone is one of the very plans the government has in store for us.”
“Store? The government is gonna take us shopping?? I love shopping!”
“Chad, dear, put another Kissing Patch on that girl.” Sarah, you’re awesome.
“If someone would just snap out of their euphoric state and look at their surroundings, they would realize the Xeroxins are altering life to conform into one being. Look at the surgeries. They’ll reconstruct everyone until you’re morphed beyond recognition. No one knows who you are anymore because you’re just like everyone else. They’ll do away with you one by one until they have their perfect society.
“The government has kept their immunities. They still get sick, they’ve had no surgeries. They’re completely orthodox. Don’t you see? They will be the only ones able to survive in the corrupted future. They killed my father for harboring this very information. But not before he passed it on to me. I hope you know you are now carrying confidential information in your medulla chips. I regret to inform you that I’ve condemned you all.”
Sarah said, “Oh, Lord.” And then like totally passed out. I was so lost on what was happening.
“Tim, you’re just totally out of your mind.” I was so upset.
At that moment, dozens of men burst through the door. “Timothy Horner, you are under arrest for violating code 142 section 17.”
I almost fell over. Partly because the orb had only stopped three minutes ago and my brain hadn’t realized it yet. I still felt like I was going mach 8. Or maybe I’m just in love…But seriously, those guys scared me and I fell over.
“Hey emo man, what’s all that gibberish they’re talkin’ about?” Chad will get to the bottom of this.

“Tyranny.” Said Tim.

I heard one of the officers coughing. Something I’d never heard before. Then I heard Tim whisper, “Quid Erratus Dictum.”

Just then, one officer threw some kind of smoke explosive and the lights went out…

Who Am I?

English II
September 7, 2004

I am a follower
I am a leader
I am a winner
I am a loser
I am a soldier
I am a rebel
Do you know who I am?

I’m a follower of God
I’m a leader of man
I’m a winner of life
I’m a loser of sin
I’m a soldier in the army of God
I’m a rebel to the Adversary’s plan
I’m telling you all this
But you don’t know who I am

I am a child
I am mature
I am a speaker
I am a listener
I am a skeptic
I am a believer
Do you know who I am?

I’m a child of the Lamb
I’m a mature Christian
I’m a speaker, but I don’t slam
I’m a listener when you need a friend
I’m a skeptic; life didn’t start with a bam
I’m a believer in the work of His hands
Now you know
That’s who I am

The Karankawa Okinawa

English III
September, 26, 2005

Men, Women, and Friends of all clans,
Please take note of the Spaniard’s plans:
They rose with Shakura’s fiery sphere
Aboard a large tree in which they could steer.
We hoped a simple handshake would suffice,
But instead we grasped a shinny tooth,
Which gave our palms a slice.
This forebode our imminent dangers,
Administered by these mordant strangers.

From our Karankawa to your Tonkawa,
From Apache to Comanche,
Atakapan and Kickapoo,
Caddo, Juamano and Cherokee, too,
You will have plenty of notice
To form your resistance,
For you can smell the Spaniards
Coming from quite a distance.

But do be aware,
They come to pillage, plunder, and snare.
Raping your sisters, daughters and wives,
Taking your riches, culture, and lives.

They’ve destroyed our being with no hesitation,
Drained our souls while teaching salvation.
Forcing us to succumb to annihilation,
Denying us de-institutionalization
From this world of fear, frustration
Sorrow, strife, and devestation.

Beware of those who speak out against sin,
Yet exemplify a state of being therein.

What Matters To Me And Why

Ch S 155 Introductory Essay
August 28, 2007

Whereas most people have tangible, concrete priorities, mine are ideas which are not of a material nature, but they give me joy nonetheless. In all things I do, God comes first. Because of this, loving others comes immediately after, for He said to do so. In loving, I am compelled to serve. The following priorities hold an important place in my life because they make me truly happy to be alive.

My top priority in life is loving God. He is of most importance to me and I show this by earnestly trying my best to please him. I believe He is very pleased when His people spend time with Him. A few ways to do this is by praying, engaging in scripture, and praising. By praying, I show God I love Him because I am taking time to put everything else aside and focus on Him. When friends come to you for guidance and place their heart at your mercy, they are showing they truly trust you. That’s similar to praying; you are opening your heart to God for guidance and companionship. When engaging in scripture, God sees I love Him because I am making an effort to learn more about Him. How can your heart be close to another if you know nothing about them? Praising God shows Him love because it is words of love vocalized through the heart. I believe God’s heart melts when His children sing to Him. It is sweet to Him, even if we think it sounds like a cat in a meat grinder. Just as a child loves her parent, I love God who has given me everything. I could not put something God has given me ahead of God Himself. How can one be grateful to the grapes when it is the vine which does the providing? It is sometimes scary to put God ahead of other things in life. Logically, we think “Oh, I have a million things to do and deadlines to meet! I have no time for God today because I’ll never be able to finish my other obligations on time.” Faith is walking blindly on a path fashioned by God. I find taking time out of a busy day to spend with God helps me to think more clearly and I always accomplish more than I initially needed. Setting God before everything else has never disappointed or failed me, and I know it never will.

The relationships I have with those dear to me ranks high on my priority list as well. Moving away to college has set a distance between loved ones and myself. Because of this, I have tried to keep in close contact via email, phone, and visits. Email is a convenient way to catch up with friends and family at one’s own convenience. For me, speaking on the phone is much preferred over email because it is more personal—I can not only hear their voice, but I better understand how they’re feeling by their tone. However, if someone is angry, I suggest email because in this case, tone is not enjoyable. My preference for keeping in close contact is visiting those I love. In person, I can see, hear, and feel the person I love. Few things are sweeter to me than spending quality time with loved ones. My relationships are important to me because exchanging love is essential to my existence. I love to love and to be loved. With love comes acceptance, and with acceptance comes self-worth. It makes people feel good to know they are loved, so it is no wonder relationships are a high priority. It is comforting to know that if ever I am in need, I have people who love and support me. To maintain this as a high priority, I stay in contact with those I love.

Although serving is listed last, it is not at all of less importance. Reaching out and helping others is something in which I am very passionate. Service does not have to be difficult, extravagant, or time-consuming. Being servile is not draining, burdensome, or degrading. It is a beautiful experience in which all parties walk away having been touched. The majority of people see the words “service, servitude, and servant” as having negative connotations. These words are used to describe the lowest rank of people, those indentured, or criminals serving their punishment. I have found it most unfortunate that such beautiful gestures of love are smitten by pride and misconceptions. Pride is the leading killer of servants. The cure for the disease of pride is service; when we serve others, misconceptions of servitude are diminished. Although servitude has been one of the most humbling tasks of my life, it has also been the most rewarding. Serving others does not mean one has to do something extraordinary or complex. Serving can be as simple as spending time with someone who is ill or lonely. The simple yet precious presence of a human being often goes overlooked as a “service.” It may feel insignificant because there is not much fame or public recognition, but serving is not about one’s self. No matter the degree of servitude, both the giver and receiver benefit. The receiver not only benefits from the immediate object or service they acquired, but they also attain the knowledge that someone cares about them. Perhaps after receiving such a service, this person will be inspired to serve another. My own fervor for serving originated from kind people who first served me. The giver has the satisfaction of knowing he or she has lifted up their fellow man. In most cases, both parties will learn a great deal while serving. Living out my passion for serving is something I will continue to do until my death. During that time, I hope someone I served became inspired to make a life commitment to helping others.

Happiness is defined differently for each person. For some, it is money or other material possessions they can hold in their hands. As for me, the most precious things in life cannot be touched. My happiness comes from loving God, loving others, and serving with all my heart. Never has the rank of my priorities failed me, and I have a divine promise that it never will.

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