Monday, January 11. 2010
It's time for something very different...
I’m a lover of fine writing, the same way that others obsess over well-prepared food or classical music. When I run into a book that’s chock-full of excellent word-work, I tend to care less about the plot. It’s nice, of course, if I enjoy the story, but I increasingly prefer craft over plot as I age. I also like books that challenge my beliefs because I want to encounter new ideas in the pages between my fingers; it makes me feel like I’m spending my time well.
I openly admit that Arthur C. Clarke’s Childhood’s End doesn’t seem like it fits the criteria above. Clarke’s diction is average (a generous assessment) except when he’s getting technical, and his Achilles’ heel – dialogue between human beings – is only tempered here because so many of the conversations take place between a human and an Overlord. (When George talks to Jean, it sounds more alien than the conversation he holds with Rashaverak.) The book’s craft, in other words, is a far cry from its plot.
I do, however, enjoy books that eventually reward readers for their investments of time and energy. In that sense, I like the dichotomy between “Earth and the Overlords” and the rest of the book. Even though I know “Earth” existed as “Guardian Angel,” its own short story, well before Childhood’s End was published, it still feels like that's the best way to reveal what the Overlords really look like. In the hands of another author, the Overlord's appearance is just a thing - something they threw in for the heck of it. In Clarke's, there's genuine suspense to the reveal; by the time you see the wings and the horns and the satanically-red skin, you care.
I've learned over the years to be a fairly trusting reader, for a lot of books I eventually grew to respect left me cold initially (and sometimes did so through an entire first reading). If I tossed aside every book that didn’t enthrall me immediately, I would have missed out on two of my top five books (The Great Gatsby and …And the Earth Did Not Devour Him), as well as Beowulf, Siddhartha, The Inferno, The Awakening (problematic, but very fun to teach!), and much of Shakespeare, just to name a few. Childhood’s End didn’t require my trust in the same way that those books did, but – like those – it was one I ended up appreciating more as a “re-read.”
The book proves so satisfyingly re-readable because Clarke is an excellent writer. He’s probably my favorite science fiction writer. But he’s not “my kind” of excellent writer, if that makes any sense. I think the best way to talk about my favorite writers is to compare them to musicians: my favorite writers are melodic. Their words can be fancy or plain, but they sing. Their style and construction can be intricate or simple, but reward repeated visits; they bury things in plain sight, writing passages that take on different significance as you move through their work. Their themes, details, and symbols harmonize, lingering in my head long after the piece concludes. And I start seeing pieces of the characters in the people I encounter, just as I imagine fragments of songs providing a soundtrack to my experiences.
Good writing doesn’t have to have all of those elements – we just talked about the myriad ways in which Clarke falls short. (Dante's probably closer to meeting the ideal, although he lacks some elements as well...and I honestly can't evaluate his writing as well because I can't read Italian.) But I think everyone needs to experience that sort of writing at least a few times in their lifetime. I think that’s how people learn to love reading; if they run into that sort of writing and storytelling at a young age, especially before they begin to associate reading with work, they usually get hooked.
So as something of a celebration of fine writing everywhere – whether it’s from Clarke’s hands, Dante’s, or your own – I’d like you to create an original piece of writing for this thread. Take something from one of the books or pieces we’ve read this semester as a starting point – a setting, a character (you can invent another one based on that figure), a theme, a plot point, a particularly beautiful image or line of dialogue/prose – and run from there.
The usual guidelines – use fairly school-appropriate language, edit your work, present a piece that’s substantially profound enough to reward your reader for their time, etc. – remain in place. The only new requirement is that your writing must be inspired in some way by the work you’ve read; whether this inspiration comes from the author’s language, characters, stories, or themes is entirely up to you.
You may write poetry or prose, fiction or facts (or some mix of the two).
You can write from a variety of perspectives – first-, second-, third-, hybrid, etc.
You can use dialogue.
You can establish a contemporary setting, or set it in another time and place entirely.
You can experiment with form, style, and voice; in fact, I encourage you to do so, because anyone who wants to write well – at any level – as an adult needs to seem both versatile and natural. (Plots, themes, and characters seem like they should be just as difficult to master, but you’d be surprised how easily those ideas can strike; form, style, and voice require practice, and it takes a while for these to become as organic as the stories they serve.)
Identify what you feel most like writing, and write!
At the end of your piece, please explain the source of your inspiration (for example, “Inspired by Dante’s rage towards Argenti in Circle Five,” or “Inspired by the desire to avoid loss”). If you want, you can even explain how your work relates to your inspiration: what about it inspired you to write? You may or may not choose to reveal exactly what is going on in your work, or whether what you have written is real; again, the choice is yours.
People who wish to submit anonymous work to the blog should submit their pieces via e-mail, and I’ll post them under my own name. I may want to toss in a couple short pieces of my own, so you really don't need to worry about anyone finding out who wrote post #59. (For all anyone knows, it could be me.)
For this thread, I do not care about the “length” of your work; a creative writer can pack a lot of meaning into a very small space. I’m concerned mainly with effort, content, and skill – not with the amount of writing on the page. So don’t get tied up in whether what you wrote is long or short enough; write as much as you feel you need to write in order to get your point across to the audience! Just make sure it means something.
Finally, I want you to provide feedback when you see your classmates’ work. Congratulate them! Praise them! Ask them questions! Please respond to at least five or six of them, or more if possible; there’s no comment limit for this thread, so if you feel like talking to your peers, follow your instincts! (You can even do this for anonymous posters; they’ll be reading the thread to see how you respond.) Check your work to see if someone left feedback for you, and start conversations with your readers – and classmates!
(If you want to see how one of these went last year, go here. Just read a few of the creative pieces, see how people responded to their peers' work, recognize my favorite (and least favorite) parts of that thread, and use it as a model – but not a template, as I would like this year's threads to surpass last year's!)
The blog is evolving, and I can’t wait to see where it goes! This post is due at 11:59pm on Wednesday, January 13th. Good luck!
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I would like to start off by saying that I didn't proofread this or anything, so I will probably regret 1) being the first submission, 2) submitting this publicly, and 3) submitting this at all. But... you said to write something that means something, and this means something. This is raw, no-second-thoughts type writing and something quite personal. Then again, I've never been the kind to have any shame over anything that I do so, here it goes. Feel free to ridicule me, since I feel ridiculous enough already. Just please, don't feel sorry for me. These are just the overly-melodramatic ramblings of a bitter 17 year old girl.
“It’ll all be okay, I promise.”
“But it won’t.”
“You need to stop being so negative.”
“I… feel like I don’t even know myself anymore.”
I don’t think this feeling of inadequacy will ever leave me, and that’s my worst fear.
It’s just another panic attack, that’s all. It’s my second one this month and it’s only the 11th. The whole thing has become so terribly routine; I’ve grown accustomed to the crying and sense of hopelessness that always follows, so it isn’t a surprise. It’s just another panic attack.
My entire life I have fought the stereotype of the black-haired Asian in Arcadia, as a firm believer of learning outside of the classroom. Days that others used to study were spent exploring the depths of downtown LA, staying as cultured as I possibly could as a resident of the “bubble”. Grades never once defined who I was on the inside and I made sure of that; I would say that my personality made up for what I was lacking in academic oomph. I was so sure of my identity and that ultimately separated me from my peers. I knew what I wanted and how to get it.
But recently, I don’t know about all that anymore.
“I am more than a test grade.
I am more than a SAT score.
I am more than a report card.
I am more than a diploma.”
Why can’t I believe in that anymore? Senior year, my last and supposed best year of high school, has been spent on cups of coffee and all-nighters so far. I’ve given everything I could possibly give but it doesn’t seem to be enough. Why? Haven’t I invested every inch of myself in my studies? I don’t even recognize this grade-obsessed shell of a person I’ve become. What have I become?
I jumped in the shower, hoping to clear my mind and just cry it all out. As the warm water hit my skin, I realized that I’ve lost everything I had been so sure about before. What is my purpose in life? What am I even doing? Why are there so many unanswered questions? All I ever hear is, “You need to relax,” but that’s exactly what I can’t do. I don’t know how to live anymore.
I got out and I punched a wall. My knuckles are bleeding, perhaps a bad decision on my part. What is wrong with me lately? My entire life is falling apart in front of me and I don’t seem to understand anything. I feel so incredibly lonely.
Everyday is now a countdown to graduation, to New York. I can’t wait to start my new life 3000 miles from home and find my purpose again. I hate feeling like this.
This is inspired by Dante's loss of identity and the Dark Wood.
I really like how you described some of feelings going through most seniors heads at the moment. We are all feeling overwhelmed by the thought that all hell seems to break free of its reigns and chase us like a wild horse. You are not alone, so no worries
I agree with Felicite, you put everything in well. I liked how you showed feeling and I love the part in the beginning when you said that this is all raw and not second-thought. I like how you show how seniors are feeling. Good job.
I think that was the first time I actually read someones whole entire entry, usually I just skim or skip a couple of lines =X. But I can relate to this, maybe not the downtown L.A. my dad wont let me go down there because he works there and thinks it's bad and maybe not the bleeding knuckles part. BUT I can for sure know how you feel with the crying in the shower part. Everything just seems as though nothing can go right and all the effort you're putting into something is not showing up. I've punched my bed a few times because I know it won't make me bleed or break anything but I know how you feel. I believed the senior year rumor that its a piece of cake...it really is just the same as all the other years. And CONGRATS on making a school in NY
Life is hard and when we become older we would question more about life than before. Our conscience opens up more and wonder about life. It takes time to understand ourselves and during the process there will be ups and downs.
I like how you put a lot of description in this. Take it easy.
I like the creative inserts about you being more than a diploma, test score, grade report... I think a lot of us probably feel the same way since Senior year is half gone already. In less than six months, we will have to get out there and experience life on our own. Some of us are excited but others may be reluctant to do so.
Overwhelmed by the thought that we are almost done. But to realize that I am not who I thought I should be. I probably won't go out and punch the wall, but I have the similar feeling.
Those are the types of questions that fill out my brain everyday when i am in school too, especially when I am facing a difficult task. But even when sometimes you want to run away from things and wonder why you have do things, it's important to do it
Those are the types of questions that fill out my brain everyday when i am in school too, especially when I am facing a difficult task. But even when sometimes you want to run away from things and wonder why you have do things, it's important to do it
oops i meant to reply to eric's post, not eric's response to this post
That is a very, very profound response. Its great that you were brave enough to share something that is so personal, yet resonates with all of us at one point or another.
This IS really personal and I would like to say that I have also thought of myself as only academics like SATs and grades. I think this can relate to most Arcadia High students.
Connie, i think you basically addressed all your peers with this quote. Some times, i feel exactly like how you feel, especially about the Sat. Thank you for saying this because most students aren't brave enough to post things this personal.
I can feel your pain. I think that lots of seniors are suffering from the same pain. As a student we suppose to focus on studying and yet we are seniors that we should have some fun before going to the college. I suffer some of those pains too.
We always want more than what we can have. It's not that we don't have the ability to do something. We don't have time. By the way, why couldn't you save a good piece for the last. Save a good piece for the last.
Are you referring to the "good piece" as this one? Haha, thanks but I don't think of this as good. I appreciate the compliment though.
I think this happens to all of us at some point in life.
I really liked how you just show the real you to the everyone.
You sound like a really strong person, and I am sure you will do fine.
I’m also grade-obsessed. Am I more than grades and SATs? I hope that I’m worth more than that, but as I carefully evaluate myself, I discovered that those are the only things I am. It is a horrifying fact. Thank you for writing this entry; it makes me think of myself and what am I worth.
It's quite depressing what parents expect of their students, especially here where they always expect straight A's. At least you made it to NYU, Congrats.
Life is a struggle sometimes and you probably know that better then some, but as far as punching the wall goes, try to find some better ways to alleviate your frustrations/anger. Replace the wall with a punching bag! Trust me, it helps a ton and you feel better after exerting all your energy. I really appreciated how you kept it real and what it seemed like perfectly portrayed how you feel. You have great talent.
I know it's been said already, but this was a great entry to read. Although sad and somber in its tone, I enjoyed this piece because I can relate to it and so can many other seniors probably. I can't say that I've punched a wall out of frustration, but I am equally as disillusioned as you Connie. With all these college apps and college pressure it all seems to be over the top and I don't know what I'm working for in the long-run. I almost feel like checking out and taking it easy, but we all know that's not very sensible.
This is raw. I've never felt like I was a part of this so called bubble either. I've been exposed to reality and life outside of this city. However, I realized that living in a place like Arcadia was a blessing and that I had to make as much as I could out of it.
I wish I could know that what I am learning right now would actually influence what I will become. Recently, my cousins have been pressuring me to go to a community college because its a lot cheaper since the UCs have upped their prices. But I know that if I go to a community college, I would feel that everything I have worked up to that point would be meaningless. So I guess I know what I am doing in high school but I just don't know if it is worth it.
"I would feel that everything I have worked up to that point would be meaningless."
I know exactly how you feel. Don't let your worth be defined by where you end up; in the end, it's only undergrad.
This was a really amazing entry. I really respect your honesty and the fact that you're bold enough to tell all of us this. Good luck in New York!
Connie, like I told you in class, your entry inspired me to write mine. I remember when you and your group said exactly what you wrote in the entry, "“I am more than a test grade.
I am more than a SAT score.
I am more than a report card.
I am more than a diploma.” It made me reflect on my life. It made me realize that life shouldn't be about gaining recognition from others for whatever reason it may be. It should be about finding what makes us happy. I've decided to try to live by this quote and I think you should as well. "Do what you love. Love what you do."...Keep your head up CC!
Who are you?
Ellen, who are you?
I am his grandfather.
And me too, I am his other grandfather.
Nice to meet you.
I heard another group was coming.
Oh, here they are.
We’re his parents’ friends.
Ah, I believe we’ve met before.
Hmmn, did we? I can’t recall.
Will he remember us?
I hope so.
I wouldn’t want to be forgotten.
But it seems like he’s already put us to the back of his mind.
He never memorized my name.
He remembers mine, but that’s probably because his parents keep mentioning me.
Ah, what a pity.
I wonder if he knows about how I stood up to the government.
Ah, the Cultural Revolution. I, too, was jailed during those times.
Yes. Won’t he remember that?
I doubt it.
Won’t he just see you two as old men?
I’m in his mind as a nuisance, most likely.
Why’s that, Ellen?
Well, you’ve heard his mother mention me over and over again.
Yes, she does.
Does he think of me as a bother?
Perhaps. Or rather, it’s the mention of your name that bothers him.
But what else would I be remembered for?
That fishing trip?
He was young back then. Younger than I am now.
What about you three?
I don’t think we’ve a chance with him.
You may be right.
He doesn’t really know who we are, or what we’ve accomplished.
That’s the same for all of us, really.
We’re so distant from him that what we’ve done won’t be remembered.
You’re right. We’re just going to be known as “those people who went before me.”
But I wonder…
What is it?
Well, I’m thinking he’ll eventually shoulder it all.
When people closer to him leave, he’ll recall us.
Until then, I guess, this is goodbye.
We’ll meet again.
Inspired by Ciacco’s final request (The Inferno) and in memoriam of those who’ve died before me.
Sorry if this is confusing. It's a dialog among my two grandfathers, my godparents' daughter, and a family me and my parents knew. They are in the afterlife, talking about being remembered by me.
I too have many relatives who have passed away, and I often wonder what they would think of me now. I can really relate to your story, and I like the way it portrays our loved ones in the afterlife.
Ok, first of all, your writing caught my attention because it took a lengthy space on this post.
In this post, i can apply myself very easily because I completely forget other people's name in a short period of time, whether it's a relative or a friend.
I have also thought of what my relatives who had passed would say to each other. And like patrick the spacing also did catch my eye.
Sorry about the spacing. I didn't intend for it to turn out so long, but I couldn't single-space it, or else it'd look bad. What a conundrum.
The best way to put my thoughts is: I can't help but remember that I don't remember. It really bothers me that I don't remember somebody's death. How come it leaves such an insignificant effect on me? Shouldn't I grieve that my grandfathers are dead? Am I really upholding their legacies by remembering them in this way, or am I not truly "remembering" them?
Put yourselves in their shoes. I doubt they want you to be sulking around all day grieving their death, but instead be happily pursuing your dreams and living your life. It’s not that you need to uphold their legacies, nor take significant time to remember them. The fact you took all this time to write about them, talking about them, building enough courage to post this publicly is remembrance enough.
Yeah, I still remember one of my grandparents, yet not all of them.
I really like this unique way of writing, and I think the plot is very interesting too. I think that it is almost impossible to remeber the exact thing people have done, but it is true that we use what we remeber to conclude what who that person is.
It had lots of detail and it did look the same as my relatives.We remember someone but not everyone. We even might remember them but not for what they had done.
I still have all my relatives ...knock on wood. But i can see what you are talking about... I think we try our best to remember everything about our relatives, but sometimes there are so much to remember, and it gets really hard. In the end, we only remember them by the most memorable moments we have shared with them I think...
This is the first entry that I've read and I think that it's very interesting the way you wonder about your grandparents. Your little segment inspired me to write mine. Good job Alex. I really enjoyed reading your post.
That's definitely an interesting way of writing. Definitely interesting and certainly confusing, but overall it was interesting once I knew what it was about.
This is incredibly interesting and I'm able to relate to this as well.
This is one of my favorite types of writing. I love dialogue when I do not understand what is happening. I feel accomplished at the end of a piece of work like this if I can pull out the meaning. It was a good read.
Wow, this was pretty strong. I wouldn't wish for myself to be in this position when I have grandchildren.
When I first read this without seeing your explanation, it sure did confuse me. However, I like the perspective you took in your post, and the matter of fact that you believe families would reunite in their afterlives.
My grandparents are a big part of my life. The grandparents from my mom's side of the family live only an hour drive away, and my family visits them twice a month, more if possible. I've never met my fathers parents, and my father did not get the chance to see his parents in the crowd at his graduation. His mother died when he was only two years old, and his father when he was seventeen. Even though I've only seen them in black and white pictures, my father always reflects on the things they used to do (at least what his father used to do). I will always remember my grandparents, as they have played a big roll in my life.
Well, first off, I have two short stories to submit (hopefully that isn't an issue) and one of them I wrote last month for various reasons, while the other I am writing for this blog. Here's the first story, and once I'm done writing the other one I'll post it here.
Head in the clouds...
A man was walking through a forest, and came to a stream, and stopped to drink from it. As he drank, he noticed a young man sitting by the stream just staring off into the distance. Finding this a little unusual, the older man walked up to him.
“What are you doing?” asked the older man.
“Sitting.” the young man replied.
“I can see that. I meant, what are you doing out here, in the middle of nowhere?”
“Oh. Just thinking.” he replied, his eyes never wavering from some unseen point off in the distance.
“Anything in particular you’re thinking about?” the older man asked, starting to grow irritated with the young man.
“Then why did you come all the way out here?! Wouldn’t any old spot have worked?! You didn’t have to walk all the way out into the middle of a forest just to think!” the older man practically shouted at the young man.
“But I like this spot.” the young man said calmly.
This time, actually full out shouting at the other man, the older man yelled, “I hate kids like you! Wasting all of your free time with your head in the clouds!”
The young man turned his head, and let his gaze wander onto the face of the older man.
“Why would you think having your head in the clouds is a bad thing?”
“What?!” the older man retorted, practically screaming now. “How could it NOT be a bad thing?! All of your time spent doing nothing but dreaming your days away!!!”
“But, if you have your head in the clouds, then your feet don’t touch the ground. Isn’t that a good thing?”
The older man, confused by his words, could only manage a, “Huh?”
“And, if your feet aren’t touching the ground, then that can only mean you’re flying, right?” The wind began to blow behind the young man as he spoke. “Flying high above anyone else, soaring, going places where no one has ever been, the absolute thrill of being way up high where no one and nothing can touch you, just you and the wind. Isn’t that feeling what life is all about?” The wind grew stronger, to the point where the older man was afraid of getting blown away. “Flying, knowing you could crash to the ground at any second, but just not caring? So how can you say that having my head in the clouds is a bad thing?” the boy said, standing up now, the wind almost buoying him upwards.
The older man didn’t know how to respond to this, so he just stood there, dumbfounded. But his initial anger was gone.
The young man sat back down on the bank of the river, and, this time, the older man sat down with him. They both stared off into the distance, and this time the older man could see what the young man had been watching. Birds flew on the horizon, and, as they sat there and watched, they flew with them.
So. Still think someone telling you have your head in the clouds is a bad thing?
Well that's the first one. This was inspired partly by a story I was reading, and partly by my mom always essentially telling me that I have my head in the clouds (which is true, I always do). Next story coming soon...haha.
"Birds flew on the horizon, and, as they sat there and watched, they flew with them."
Lordy, I love the last line. It's really, really inspiring.
Nice short story with two men (old and young) talking one another. I especially like how the young man explains the old man about of having "heads in the clouds".
Nice written post, loved the conversation between the old man and the kid. It's pretty deep when you read into it.
It's hard to tell what you're trying to say here. Is it that having your head in the clouds (being a dreamer) is good, or is "stop and smell the flowers"?
I don't agree with the former interpretation. Dreaming is good, but having your head stuck in the clouds could distance yourself from reality.
However, I agree with the latter. Some people race through life, accomplish a lot, and end up receiving little. Others enjoy the ride. It's worth it to slow everything down, if not just for a minute, and look around.
Your dialog is really interesting, I could picture real people just saying that.
really inspiring, the talk between the old man and the kid was real funny.
I agree with your point that people always caught up with lots of thing in mind, and forgot what relaxing really is. I think many people use time to do work 24/7. I think that many of these people use five days to do work, and have a two-day-weekend as free time. Although they have the weekend, they either play games (working on the computers) or doing more work(so that they do not have to work too much during week days). They really missing the meaning of the word "relaxing".
Ooo, this is indubitably a fascinating story. The first part that I saw was the question "you think someone telling you have clouds in your head is a bad thing?" and I thought, what could you possibly write about this? Of course, having clouds in your head is a bad thing.
I'm a sucker for the eloquent scenery and nature aspect, especially anything that resonates sound without the hussle of cars or industrial products. This is a fine representation.
I love this post. I'm afraid to say my opinion on the old man since this has such a great story to it, but I'm confused by the anger that the old man has possessed within the first parts of the dialogue. It's a very good story though. I love it that this is your shortest post. Great work!
Really deep and inspiring story, I liked it. Felt like one of those really wise Chinese fables. Haha
great story and i definitely don't see someone telling me about the clouds as a bad way. The conversation was really creative. I can't wait for the next story.
This is a continuation from the very end of childhood’s end (if you have not finished the book yet don’t read on)
Returning to their home the overlords poured over what they had learned on earth about the human’s Total Breakthrough. Rashaverak, Karellen, Thanthalteresco, Rrimerrail, and Palantrodain spent their two month journey trying to make sense of what separated their people from the humans. They studied the works that Rashaverak had gained from Rupert Boyce’s library. The Overlords all formed different opinions on what the main difference between humans and overlords was although none were mutually exclusive to each other.
Karellen believed that the humans’ curiosity was what they had always lacked, that curiosity forced the humans to learn more and more about the spiritual world as well as sciences. The Overlords themselves never looked into the spiritual world beyond obeying the will of the Overmind.
Thanthalteresco believed that the origin of Total Breakthrough was the creativity that the humans had. Thanthalteresco noticed that the humans gained a genuine deep pleasure from art that they did not. The only pleasure that they receive from art is cognitive recognition of its originality.
Palantrodain and Rrimerrail as pilots and not scientists believed the common theory among those not educated in the spiritual, that they were sentenced to their eternal existence as physical beings, when they dominated the planet that Jan visited.
Finally the most unique of their theories was Rashaverak’s. He believed that the Overmind had planted all sentient life in the universe, and had more power than is possible to imagine. However, it needed the Overlords to act as its protectors. The Overmind’s creations all were effected by it to different extents. Humans for example being almost logical were all but immune to the effects of the Overmind. Rashaverak believes that the Overmind is the apex of creativity and spirituality. While the overlords represent the apex of logic, and knowledge.
The truth of the Overlords imprisonment is unclear but, as with all mysteries, sentients will speculate and create their own theories until the end, when the truth is known.
Nice illustration of getting the end of the Childrenhood's End and noting for the spoilers alert.
I like how there is a spoiler warning for people that hasn't read the book to the end yet.
Nice imagination. But I disagree with you that the overlords do not have creativity. Since almost every scientific breakthrough came from a unprepared discovery, creativity is what drives the major developments, and the overlord, excel in science, should have plenty of creativity.
I like how you said that the main difference between us and overlords is that humanity's thirst for knowledge will ever be quenched.
Scott, I think we went over this, one line of SPOILER would have worked. Either way man, you did what you wanted and thats a great way to live life. Keep up that attitude and life will be rewarding.
While I do appreciate having someone else finish the book completely, I think you may have humans and Overlords mixed up. Humans are largely irrational beings. When we first saw the Overlords, we mistook them for evil creatures and for thousands of years after our "Devil" was, essentially, a picture of an Overlord. That isn't rational at all. The Overlords are the ones who possess more logic than emotions. We humans are the ones gifted with creativity, or at least that's how we view it. As soon as the Overmind takes over, all that creativity, everything that separates us as individuals, is swept away. On the bright side though, the humans have moved on to a higher existence, something better than the Overlords, even with all their knowledge and power, can ever achieve.
Disclaimer: I don’t know why my writing is so bluntly. It’s just how I feel today
Soccer. Family. Friends. Religion. Education. This is my life. I play soccer because I’m good at it. I love my family because they make me feel loved. I use my social abilities to make friends. I follow Islam because I need something to turn to when things aren’t going well. I go to school because I want to achieve something in life.
There’s a deeper explanation to each of these factors in my life.
I started playing soccer when I was three years old. I was inspired by my oldest sister, who fell in love with female soccer icon, Mia Hamm when she was in the third grade. I always wanted to be like her; my parents used her as an example to my other sister (who’s a year older than me) and I. She was an A student. She was an amazing athlete. She read the whole Qu’ran - in Arabic by age eleven. She had a good group of friends. And she used her common sense. By playing soccer, I felt like I would have the chance to be more like her. Don’t get me wrong, soccer itself is an intriguing game, but I just wanted to get the praise that she got from everybody. I realize now that it’s the hard work that she put in.
I truly think my family is different than other families. My parents love me and I love them back…okay that’s the same. But there are some things that we do different. My parents have always believed that they should argue in front of their children so that we can know the real facts concerning our lives and not have them sugar coated by lies. My parents ask that their children clean the house, not for them to be happy (although, most of the time, my mom cleans), but so that we can learn how to maintain a clean house and not rely on others to clean it for us. My parents give all three of us their complete trust, but take it away immediately if they have a suspicion or simply don’t feel right about something. If my sisters talk to guys, (both went to all girl schools) my dad is usually the one who finds out every single fact about that guy. My dad is paranoid about having any relation with the opposite sex and I still don’t understand why. If I ever say anything that has to do with a girl from school, my dad automatically assumes that I’m interested in her. “__ said something funny today.”… “So do you like her?” These small assumptions really get to me, but hey, I only have six months left in their house. I know they have good intentions but I wish they just relaxed a bit. I’m already going to college so that should help them relax a little, but it doesn’t.
Making friends are a big part of what I do. I’m a very social guy. I want people to like me. So I always make new friends. On my Facebook profile, I have over one thousand friends, but of those thousand, maybe two are really close to me. That’s my issue. I have too many distant friends and not enough close ones. I don’t have a group of friends that I go off to lunch with on a daily basis because I don’t think I really have a deep connection with some of the people I go off with. I feel like I dedicate to much time to making people like me and it only seems to backfire. The funny thing is I tried just cruising through life a couple times, and I seemed to be more liked then when I was trying to make friends. I try cruising through life, not caring whether or not people like me, but its too natural for me to try to change the minds of people who are apathetic towards me because I want to make everybody happy.
Religion has always been the most important aspect of my life. When I was a little boy, I never understood the point of religion, but as I grow up, I rely on God more and more. I ask God for anything and everything. If I need help with a paper, I ask God. If I need to be reminded about praying my daily-required prayers, I ask God to help remind me. Every single game, I pray that my team wins, that I score, and that nobody gets injured. And what I’ve noticed time and time again is that it works.
Education has always been a factor in my life. My mother has been a teacher her entire life and you can imagine what its like to be the child of a teacher, especially since she’s known as the most strict teacher in her school. My parents have always stressed that I get a good education for various reasons – to gain knowledge, to gain opportunities, and to provide for my family. My mother admits to not being natural genius, but I see her work ethic in everything she does and that is what makes her so successful in what she does.
I don't know how to end this blog so i figure I'll end it with a period.
(This is inspired by Dante’s confusion as to what he’s to make of his life seen in the Dark Wood.)
That was great. My story is also inspired by Dante and his hell. It took a while to read but it was well done. Good job.
I could not agree with you more on the sports. I myself watched t.v. instead of siblings play. They made it look so easy! I myself thought I looked like that, you know when you pretend you're in a situation and you go through every defender because they are imaginary. I finally realized that it is hard to make a shot when someone is guarding you and it's hard ot hit a 80 mph fastball with the occasional change up to throw you off.
I could not agree with you more on this Umar, alot of what you're saying I could say as well as for my life, I too have alot of freinds but alot of close or tied together freinds, but rather a small group of freinds that I spend and dedicate my times towards to.
I read this a while ago and never wrote any feedback.
This is a great piece and I love the emotions it invokes. I felt so honored when you said that it was inspired by my piece. Stay strong, little man. We're in this together!
Me, I am a real religious first kind of guy. I was born a christian in a christian family and grew up at church. I am a good guy, but I have done things that I regret ever doing or getting involved in, but what is done is done. I always believed that hell was a horrible place, but I never really pictured being in it. After we read Dante's Inferno, it opened my eyes. I don't believe that Dante's hell is the real hell, but what touched me was that you would have to be there in eternity. I already knew that, but knowing the real hell is much worse than Dante's, it still touched hard to know that you would have to go to extreme pain and suffering for eternity! That made me tear up a bit and I prayed instantly. I asked God to forgive me of all my sins and it made me feel better. Honostly, Dante's Inferno was the source to my story, but it wasn't the characters or setting or plot or any of that, it was just a glimpse, an eye opener, that if you go to hell, you will have to go through pain forever, and that you would be alone, while your loved ones are in heaven, if they are christian. I thought of it for a second. What if I went to heaven with my whole family and was enjoying life there, when let's say my father was in hell and I'm looking down at him while he is in tears, never to be with me again. Him going through pain forever and not able to enjoy anything. If you think of it, it's extremely scary. It is not just 80 years or 90 years like it is here, but there would be no time at all. 90 years would pass, and nothing still, then another 100 and your just there FOREVER. It hurts alot, and me being a good born again christian, have no worries that I will go through that.
This reminds me of the initial reactions to "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God."
As an atheist, I cannot sympathize. I did indeed feel the pain of the sinners, but I can't see myself down there.
I thought it strange that some people in Dante's Heaven could also be suffering for eternity, knowing that their loved one(s) is/are suffering in Hell. Ideally, that wouldn't happen, but...
I'm sorry if you are looking for comments that you could relate to, but it fascinates me to read about religious beliefs. Because I realize I have no ability whatsoever to evaluate what you just said. Although I'm sure you have put great efforts into it.
I am also a religious person, but I wouldn't say that I am very religious (which is kind of bad on my part). But I've been attending church since I was in the first grade. I always feel guilty because most of the time, I do not act upon what is taught to me and what I try to teach to others (Which makes non-believers think that Christians are hypocrites). This makes me doubt myself when it comes to judgment day. Many times I feel like, when God asks me I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior on judgment day, I will accidentally stutter and say no even though I would would answer with a firm yes with everyone else who asks me the same question.
Your perspective as a religion Christian is interesting but also scary to a person like me, who goes to church quite often but yet to be baptized.
"I always believed that hell was a horrible place" I completely agree
So, I wrote this as it came, thinking just maybe it could make sense. However, that is up to you to decide if it does or not, for it is your own interpertation. I based this on Dante's confusion as well, because I think it is something that we can all relate to at one point or another.
Who Am I?
I have been a daughter, a half - sister, a friend,
A girlfriend, a listener, someone who is there in the end
I hope to be a teacher, a lover, a wife, a mother
I hope to change the world, just like any other
But now I am stuck here, in the middle of being in between
I dont quite know where Im going, or by whom Im seen
Conflicted with emotions, I keep my friends close
And in this beautiful disaster we call world, one question I will pose
Who am I?
WOW!!! That was amazing!!! Very well written, and yah, it made total sense. I loved the rhyme and just everything came from the heart. It was awesome.
You are right, after I finish reading you poem, that's exactly what I feel like. I want to be someone, but somehow got stuck in between, but don't worry, i believe you will find a way out in the future. I love your Poem, and indeed it's true.
I like how you described yourself in this poem. It's like a summary about yourself. "Who am I?" That is a very good question and a lot of us do not know our true selfs
Very nice poem, I kind of feel the same way. Sometimes you will get stuck on the idea of what you wanted to be in the future.
I had a who am I poem, too. It was a assessment when I was 5th grade. Look really like yours =] joking
WOW! This is really inspiring and very well written. As I've read it, it looked to me that you really took your time in writing this.
Actually, belive it or not, I came up with that on the spot. It all kind of spilled out as I wrote. But thank you
I LOVE THIS. it's really simple but it says it all!
I think in the end, we're all finding ourselves and get lost at the same time.
Really inspiring, you show what you had achieve and what you want.
Really inspiring, you show what you had achieve and what you want.
The poetry looks nice, you sometime might get confused of who you are in life.
This is amazing I can totally see the connection to Dante.
That is exactly how I feel right now. Over the course of my past two years of high school, I had difficultly choosing what I wanted to be when I grew up. I had change my opinion a ton of times ranging, from a Doctor, to a Architect, and many more, because I am afraid that I will not choose the one profession that is perfect for me.
It is short and inspiring. I really love this short poem. I can find this has connection with lots of people
That was awesome. You should publish that or something because that was right on the spot. It was beautifully written like many others said and I think it goes beyond that. It's a such a simple rhyme yet it's so deep and sophisticated.Great poem and a great post! I think reading this just made my day.
That was awesome. You should publish that or something because that was right on the spot. It was beautifully written like many others said and I think it goes beyond that. It's a such a simple rhyme yet it's so deep and sophisticated.Great poem and a great post! I think reading this just made my day.
I love the flow of your poem. The ideas you thought of were very creative.
I really liked how you wrote your poem and how you interpreted it in a way that we can feel as how you feel because I totally agree with you. Right now I feel as though in the middle also. But something I could tell myself is that, since I'm in the middle, making something of myself, I can make it greater and greater as I go along.
Not truly knowing what direction your life is headed in leaves me in a daze. Especially not have a strong grasp and where you stand as a person. It really gets me frustrated. However, I try to let my ambitions shape me into a character that I can hopefully one day recognize as my identity.
Your writing is inspiring. People do always get stuck on questions pertaining to life, existence, and meaning. Actually my post entry also touch upon your question, what a coincidence.
I really like your poem I can kind of relate to it. trying to find who you are. Knowing what you've already done. It's really good.
Wow, that was really awesome to read. We have all these questions for ourselves, like you showed, but if we all just think about it, we come up with the one question we are all thinking, "who am I"? I'm glad you showed this aspect of how every person thinks when trying to determine their identity.
.. and I shall join the long line beneath your post Felicite. (:
Your poem was very touching, and I liked how you hoped to "be a teacher, a lover, a wife, a mother" as well as "hope to change the world, just like any other." Your poem is one of my favorites!
Surrounded by many people unknown to me, I find myself in a tough situation in a community which I am not used to enjoying it very well. Everywhere, there is news of event waiting to happen and the chance of survival looks slim. In other words, going out in the community, or the outside world, puts me and, I do not know if that includes everyone else, on the brink that there are a lot of people with dark, evil souls. If I have only myself to depend on and no one else, then that depends of what I have in my mind, whether if I choose to or not.
Surviving is not a very simple task. There are many questions dealing with this kind of condition, such as what if you are vulnerable for an east target and how would you take care of yourself. I can choose to be independence, but then I begin to worry. I think of what ifs everytime while being all by myself. However, I knew I should always stand up and do whatever I must in order to be independent. Staying in from the outside world (securing yourself in a safe room) all day is meaningless and besides, it would be quite boring to stay in forever without going out for air.
Sometime when I am really on my own, I hear voices ringing in my head, voices that are unknown to me, as if they trying to tell me of something that is hard for me to understand. Although Worriness and nervousness still cheep up my spine, but I would be too worried about anything. Independence has always been part of me for all the time. Since then, I have lived up to when I will definitely become alone, permanently.
Inspired by the fact of being independent
Good work. It is true, there is a lot of evil outside and you have to depend on yourself to survive. The police aren't going to be there 100% of the time, you should have enough common sense to survive in that jungle out there.
Nicely written post, congrats! Well, I think that the fact of being independent is very important. No matter how dangerous the outside world is, we still have to be inderpent in order to survive.
In society today, it is so easy to conform, to just fit in and blend into the crowd. I support your determination to carve your own way and pursue your own happiness. Continue your independence, so that one day you can look back and breathe a sigh of relief that you were not lost in the crowd.
The beginning of 2009 summer vacation,
My view of the world will never be the same.
The dangerous and exciting adventure waits there,
The hunger to strive for better and the feeling of shyness,
Never left and formed who I am now.
The first step outside the air plane,
I felt it coming, my destiny.
The first week, of hardship and sadness,
Lead to sadness and angriness,
Frustrated to survive in an unknown world,
Lead to power and pride.
Never once had I give up
Because they never give up on me.
I, from no one became someone,
The powerless me became the center of attention.
It felt good to be admire and love by everyone,
It was the feeling of change.
Three month passed quickly,
And in a blank of an eye I’m back in California.
Thinking back to the times back then,
I felt the change in me.
Little by little I became different,
Family and friends believe and trust me,
And I look different in their eyes.
I became someone who is proud to be who I am,
No matter what I do now I had faith in myself.
Because the hardship I went through,
The bitterness I taste
The sweats that soaked my shirt,
That now I taste the sweet and tender fruit,
The fruit of my hard work.
From now on I don’t want to be the old me,
But move on and take another step to be the new me.
This training give me hope, the hope to be different and change myself. I used to be someone who does not believe in me, who is afraid to admit to the right things. But now I am different, because I have faith in myself. Because I know there are always people who support me and I am no longer along.
This poem like was inspired by a soldier, a friend, and a close family.
I like your poem and I am glad that you have faith in yourself. But I am also a little confused because you never said what kind of training you went through. And what exactly made you change.
I can definitely get a sense of your changed identity, and honestly I'm a fan of vagueness and emphasizing the overall impact. Good job!
As I was reading the poem for the first time, not that I'm judging the writer, I found a lot of grammar mistakes. But that is not the point of this post.
Going back to the "as I was reading" part, I applied myself to the poem because as for now, I am still in the stage of change. Now, I am learning how to trust and learn more about myself in order to show other people the best Patrick there is.
This poem is like a confidence booster that everyone can be someone.
I can definitely sense that a student wrote this because as well-written as it is, it talks about going out of the country for a three-month-long training. I might even be tempted to go through the thread to find out who this person is.
My dried sleep deprived eyes peel open to see the clock again at 2:03 glaring in bright red. Slowly I get up and stretch in [awkward fashion] while yawning at the same time. After I finish I stand there. I don’t know why I do this, but it’s been happening day after day now. A good 10 minutes later reality snaps back to me and I shuffle over to the bathroom only to look at the face of a person I don’t particularly recognize nor pay attention to. Essentially Myself. It’s always nice to start my day with a nice long hot shower because hey, when it really comes down to it, I got all the time in the world. I used to have “The life”. My dad was a real estate agent making enough bank to house me, my sister, my mother, and two dogs with the quite the lavish lifestyle. We had a new car every 3rd month. A pool, Jacuzzi, backhouse, bar, you name it we had it. Then something unexpected happened. See my mother and father never really worked out much. Fights were constant, dinners were awkward, guess It had to happen sometime. The divorce struck. Ripping the family in two. Although it didn’t end there, the fights would still gone on even afterward. “What to you mean I have to bring the kids there, your custody isn’t today”! was so often heard in my ears that it became a part automatic in my morning. It was hectic, but it just seems to keep getting worse. Eventually dad missed one child support payment, thus blowing mother off the wall. I mean when you think about it, she was living off this money so it makes sense that she blew a fuse. Without hesitation, she brought the man to court. He lost his real estate license. Hah, why would you blow your only opportunity for money. She didn’t care, bitterness drove her, and anger drove him. Here was rock bottom. I never got along with my dad, we shared that short fuse temper making physical violence between us very common. So instead me and my sister stayed with my mother in a homeless shelter. My grandmother, my savior. Her and her son brought me into their home seeking to ease the burden on mother and father. So here I am able to sleep the day away, shower until my hearts content ,and have a bedroom I can call mine. I should be happy but instead I’m empty. That boy in the mirror, he’s 17, he should be a young adult prepared to take on the day, but he’s nowhere close. Time is something I have plenty of. Each day I sleep away as much as I as an attempt to escape boredom. I missed so much school throughout the years from moving from apartment to apartment that I’m currently enrolled in independent studies only requiring me to attend school once a week. I don’t have a job, I don’t have a license, I don’t have a car, but I do have a dream. See I take pride in my cooking, but my laid back lifestyle keeps my willpower to do anything minimal. Sometimes I decide I don’t even need to shower because I’m so lazy. Although, those days I do decide to cook, practice my sauté, my flambé, or anything really. My passion hit’s the ceiling, I get so lost in my work that I can’t wait to feed my loving grandmother and uncle just to see the expression in their faces once my creation has reached their lips. Yet, sadly enough I’ve become so lost, and fell so deep in this laid back lifestyle that I have ignored all that was ever going for me. Any chance I really had at following my dream I shunned and pushed away, leaving dip in the pit I dug myself. But one day, one faithful day my uncle, an angel if I’ve ever seen had a chef from infamous Le Cordon Bleu in his food science class giving a presentation. Even despite my ways of living an ignorant burden in his life he brought me home my ticket to following my dream. He brought home the calling card for the famous school to me, in hopes that I will find the will and determination to dig myself out and chase what I want.
They say “when there’s a will, there’s a way”, but as for me now here at the Le Cordon Bleu, I like to think, “Will, is the way”.
This I wrote not inspired by, but in hopes to “inspire”. I Andrew Capati, am the uncle.
Wow! I did not know that much went on with you and your family. I hope everything turns out better in the future.
wow this was deep, i really feel a deeper sense of connection
Truthfully, I was completely stunned by your entry. You always seemed like such a fun loving out going person without a single problem in the world. I would have never guessed that you had so much more going on with your life.
I think it's amazing that your uncle and grandmother motivate you and because of them you want to some how touch the lives of others through this anecdote.
I wish you luck in reaching your goals!
I really can't imagine how you've gone through all these obstacles in life Andrew, I feel sympathetic now that I've read your entry, and I hope everything turns out better in the future.
your story just shows how strong you are!! even after all the hardships you've been through, you still maintain that drive to be better. will is the way. i like that!
hah guys so i read the first comment on this and i was like whoa this must be pretty sad and moving, so i look up and it was my post! Wow uhh thanks guys things are getting better =]
wow this is amazing. Once i finished reading it, i got the chills. I can relate to this so much with my family. Glad to see other people feel the same way!
I was pretty impressed on how you looked upon your hardships and obstacles as a motivator to achieve your dreams. Being on top and suddenly hitting "rock bottom" must have seemed so unbelievable horrible and it helped me realize and appreciate what I have.
Reading that Andrew just shows how much you care for those around you. Keep leading the way you angle of an uncle.
If you guys don't want to read something that is negative, then skip this post. I don't know if it make sense to you guys or not.
The spectator walked into the darkness. As he looked ahead, he gazed at an iron statue filled with cracks and a deep fissure on its neck. Voices swirled around the statue when he approached to it.
“You can never achieve” whispered by one voice.
“Such a foul disgusting thing.”
“Change? Can a weak minded fool like you change?” The voice jeered.
“You couldn’t protect anyone. And you say you want to aid people.”
"Nobody should have trusted you in the first place."
"So what if you can live? You're insignificant."
“A failure like you can never achieve.”
“How pitiful. You should have never been born.”
“Why don’t you just die? You are useless and can never move on.”
“Yes, just die.”
“STOP!” The spectator yelled.
The voices stopped and silence filled the room. A voice, raspy, spoke to the spectator.
“Oh? A spectator joined us.” The voice chuckled.
Even though he couldn’t see from where the voices were coming from, he could feel one of them close to him.
“I would never expect a spectator would come. Do not fear, we will not harm you.” it replied slyly.
“Why do you say such cruel things?” He asked.
The voices laughed out loudly. For a second, the spectator thought he was in an asylum.
“We do not say these things for pleasure.”
“Of course not, all of us are born from that statue.”
“The statue you see is a person from your place.”
“What?” The spectator asked.
“The person is alive and this statue represents the person’s willpower.”
“As you can see, this person here is rather discouraged. Once that statue collapses from the cracks, the person shall die. We shall die with the person as well.”
“Why?” He asked. “Why don’t you stop saying such foul things? That way, none of you will die."
“We can’t. This is our job. If we abandon it we die.”
“Voices like us are sprung by one common source in each being in existence. Without us, your kind may have never existed.”
“You say you come from a common source? What it is it?”
This was inspired by the statue in Dante's hell and doubt. I don't know if it makes sense to you guys, so yeah.
Edit: If you guys don't get the meaning, then it's basically saying that don't get hung up by doubt too much. Think about positive things once in awhile.
It's quite simple, using voices to represent the doubts humans always experience because if you think about, when we feel doubt, doesn't it seem as if there is someone nagging at us and pointing out our flaws? Namely, that person is ourself, but it does make sense to me once I give this some thought.
I feel as though your exactly right, even with the ominous figure that nags at us and points out our flaws. It is our self indeed, it is fear keeping us away from something we want to do. The kind of fear that keeps us from living our life.
You are right, everything happen for a reason and all it happened from was doubt. Doubting outselves is the worst thing we can do. Yet human do not always think on the negative side, once awhile the positive will pop up.
Well Winnie. This is indeed somewhat negative. But what can I say... I love these types of, how should I call it, tragedies(?).
Really didn’t know what to say but, I guess this is basically the updated version of my life. After many years.
Friends. Family. Cars. Spoiled. The feel of pushing my my right foot down on the gas and the left foot on the clutch while shifting gears. Always very social towards new people because that’s the only way to make new friends that will benefit you in the future.
Starting from the age of 12 years old, I always remembered constantly my parents were never home, I always somewhat realized that my best friend was only the toys that I had around me. However the toys that I always had simply just weren’t fun anymore after a while. Life in my term up until now was nothing more than one simple word “lonely”. Although I did have friends during school but, from the beginning I always felt isolated, then as times goes on being isolated was the best thing. After years of finally opening up to the world humanity started to become more of an great atmosphere almost as if I lost the feeling that I truly had parents. In my definition my parents were my friends the ones that help me with school, the ones that I could talk to, the ones that always had my back since day one when we met.
Sadly family has become second because due to all the isolation that my parents had portrayed to me through the years. Although the situation does sound horrible in a sense, this problem soon became the best assumption for me. Therefore sadly it took me merely fifteen years to completely have an settle relationship with my family and finally open up to them. Now at the age of eighteen, known as a “legal adult” I still thank so much for my family that has always been there for me even though, I wasn’t the best child in the world constantly causing trouble around me, in and out of jail cells at times, but slowly turned my whole life around. There are times that I think is it too late the change the identity that I had shown to my parents? I guess in the end, I’ll never know the true answer.
Finally entering a parking lot with the instructor on the passenger side saying that “you’ve passed” was nothing more a just complete joy in my heart it was something that I could use to get away from all my problems. One year and half passed finally bought a car shell that took me about 2 years to finally complete my project. All the blood, sweat, tears finally paid off. This was a major part in my life because working on my car was something that kept me busy the best hobby that I can ever join into. Working on cars was the best helping friends out, going to local meets to see other people’s projects, and the best made new friends.
Last part might seem confusing, but this is something that I feel that when I sit in my own project car and I’m taking turns during the sixty mile per hour and shifting fast getting ready to the next turn. Running the track at Buttonwillow is the best feeling the world because its almost as if I’m flying through everything and nothing can stop me. My blood begins to pump through every vein in my body and as if almost my own car is talking to me and tells me what I can do and what I cant.
This is basically my life in a couple paragraphs but, I’m very much happy with this blog and the new style that you, Mr.Feraco has put towards us.
The part about your car is really easy for me to relate to . I guess it is because I am around cars so much too now, since my bf does that as a living.
As soon as I read the word clutch in your entry, I was hooked. As an avid car fan myself, I dream of owning either a stick e 92 M3 or a GTR. Hopefully I will be rich enough in the future to own one of them =)
Sorry to hear about your parents not being there when you were a kid. My parents did not become a part of my life until middle school. My grandparents took care of me since I was a toddler to elementary school. Hopefully, they have became more of an impact in your life.
I can easily relate to this as well. My first car, which I’m very fond of, is a Mitsubishi Eclipse GS. The part I’m most part of is the fact it’s stick shift, I couldn’t drive that thing out of the lot when I bought it! It took me the better end of 2 days to learn enough to drive around in it, but it’s easy to say every second of it was a thrill ride.
haha i was hooked too right when i saw clutch and shift. i wish i've gotten a stick instead..
but anyways. nice writing haha
I'm glad you have turned your life around and have found something you really enjoy and that can take your mind off things, that's a real good thing to have during hard times. Realizing the mistakes you've made and not making them again is also a good thing you've got going and I'm jealous of that trait.
Like what everyone else said, and I'm not just biting off of them, the words clutch got my attention to finish reading this blog. Good to read that your life has made a turn for the better.
Throughout high school, the tings that I care about is track, tae kwon do, friends, family and school work, SATs, AP test and this year college apps. Sometimes I feel lost because I have to build a different face for everything I do.
I ran track because I was decent at it. Sometimes I enjoyed and sometimes I hated it with a passion. To be honest, running is not my favorite thing to do because it made me tired and smell bad. One reason why I do it because I get recognition for it. I do not know why I still do it. Running everyday underneath the burning hot sun and worry if I do something wrong. Funny to say that track is one thing where I have a lot of memories. When I am at track, the track people know me differently than anyone else
I started tae kwon do when I was in 2nd grade. It made me happy because I got to do it with my friends, but one reason why I did not like it was becuase of the discipline that came with it. At my tae kwon do studio, there was a heiarchy where the "senior" get everything because they have been there the longest and the younger students the "juniors" did not get that well treated. I was decent at it but, sometimes the discipline was just too much to handle though at the same time I enjoy it a lot. But one thing is that I am a totally different person when I am at the tae kwon do studio than at home or with my other friends.
When I am at home and at school, I act differently than at track and tae kwon do. At home and at school I talk differently because sometimes if I act the way I am at track at home, then I would get in trouble. My parents are really protective when it comes to people. Sometimes they do not trust anything I do because I have done things in the past. Still to this day, sometimes they still do not forgive me for something that happened freshmen year. But in the good part they do all that because I know the that they care about me and they want the best for me. My family is my biggest supporter of what I do and I love them for it, but sometimes I wish they trust me more. At school, when I am with my friends I feel happy because I feel like I can talk about anything with them. When I am around them, I also build a different face because if I act like I am at home with my friends, everything will be entirely awkward.
Sometimes building different personalities is difficult, but sometimes its fun. It is tiring most of the time and that is one reason why I am looking forward to college and start on a new leaf.
Opps I forgot to add that I was inspired by Dante's Inferno: the Dark Woods
I think you're alot better at track than you give yourself credit for Angela =)
According to the genius playwright, William Shakespeare, “All the world 's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” Well, if I am a player with a role in this world. What is my role? What is my purpose? Why am I here? I wish I could be…
the roots, small yet strong enough to hold a century-year-old tree.
a trumpet player, spreading the euphonious sound of music throughout.
the paintbrush that eminent artists such as Van Gogh himself have used.
a teddy bear that kids hold at night to comfort them from fear of the Boogey-man.
a literature book, overflowing with history, culture, and imagination.
a novelist, painting a picture through words.
the grass, young and feeble, and needs protection from others.
an infant who crawls to his mother’s bosom for love.
Superman, bringing justice to all.
the bird in the sky, spreading my wings out to explore the world around me.
a rock climber, scaling walls and buildings, all the while combating my fear of heights.
Despite all these wishes, I am still me, and always will be. I may not know what my role in life is yet; but that one day of self-discovery will come. It will. I promise you.
This sounds really deep. I wishI can be all those things also. I feel the same way to because I do not know what I want to be yet.
Deep man. That was real deep, but true. Very well put. I understood your point right away. Very good job on it. Congrats!
Very creative and deep! Very good! I like how you brought so many examples into your piece.
You examples are very creative but profound at the same time. Many of us can relate to your writing because we probably feel the same way. We might be confused with our identities now but one day we will discover it.
This kind of reminds me of the way I want to change the saying "We always want what we can't have." I think "We always want what we CAN have" is much more accurate. Who says you can't be all those things and more? Nobody, and I really love how much determination you hold for your own future!
Well-written. To me, it basically tells the readers what a person, such as you, would like to accomplish upon their journey in life. I also like how you give the readers a very positive view in life.
There are a lot of ideas in that piece, looks very thought out and I do agree with everybody else that it is deep.
Writing is very descriptive, interesting, and intriguing. There are lots of things that we want to do or dream of but in reality, it is sad we could not even do perfectly on one thing.
I think you will make the self-discovery soon because or your creative writing.
Damn this is some deep writing man. No offense I never would have imagined you writing something so deep and profound xD
I've never seen this side of you, Wong. I really, really enjoyed reading this; it's quite profound.
"Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back."Arthur Rubinstein
I could not but think about what Mr. Feraco said in that our grandparents love us so dearly yet we as grandchildren do not love our grandparents as much back. Pondering over this statement I sadly realized that I am a victim of not loving my grandparents as much as they love me. The even sadder part is it is only one side that I do not love as much. I'm sure if anyone reads this blog I write they may judge me, but its the truth. I mean I do love my grandparents, but do I truly/honestly love them as much as they love me? NO! It bugged me all day why I have this feeling and the only reason why I could think of is because they are my step dad's parents. But that is no excuse as they have been in my life since I was very young. My grandma will do anything for me! She'll make me anything, ALWAYS expects a hug AND kiss everytime there's hello and good bye involved. My grandpa loves the outdoors and has been a police officer for more than 30 years. He enlightens me with crazy and unbelievable stories about his past years. It actually really hurt me to realize that I do not love someone as much as they love me. I pictured myself on the other end of the stick. I as a hopeful grandpa would not care for how much my grandchildren loved me. I do not care if the scale from 1 to 100 and they picked 1. As long as they loved me I would be happy with it.
I can understand that strong guilt of not being able to love someone as much as they love you. However, what you've said really states your care for them. You love them enough to carry such a guilt. They are still around and you DO have love for them so show them your appreciation.
Don't be so hard on yourself. Tomorrow is another day of opportunity.
I think a lot of people struggle with this too. My parents are already going through this struggle to connect to their grandchildren. It's probably the age difference, but I think from our generation to our grandparents' generation, it's just a different way of showing our appreciation and love. Your not the only one that feels this way kris!! I feel the exact same way!
Kristian, I can really relate to you because of a similar incident that happened to myself. When I was younger, my grandfather would always go out on walks with me, and play with me and my little toys. When I got older, I didn't see him often because i'd rather play games or be with my friends. When he passed away, I realized how much he loved me and I felt the guilt of not loving him back. Now, I try to spend as much time as possible with my two grandmothers, and know I am very close to them.
This made me think too... and I got emotional from reading this because it is so true...
I feel the same way too.I think we should love them and express our feelings toward them as often as possible so that we do not regret it later.
It's never too late and we should live our lives without any regrets! Thank you for sharing such an intimate portion of your life with us and to remind us to cherish those closest to us.
I love this entry because we can all relate to it. My grandparents spoiled me rotten as a child, but being the young kid I was, I never did anything back for them. I took advantage of what they gave and never gave any in return. Now they're all gone. All I have left is regret.
Sad and grief are things to cry.
Hope and new life are things that bring joy.
The heartache, the tears that dwells on my face
Not knowing what to do, it is just like a maze.
Over time and time, I finally see
the deep ocean and the opening sea.
It’s time for me to leave the past
and close this chapter once at last.
Hope and sunshine is just over the horizon.
Shall I go now and be free once again?
Inspired by Gilgamesh (after losing his friend)
i like that you decided to write a poem because very few people did that. I like your optimistic ending and that it gives readers hope.
I like your poem and how you added that question at the end, it really got me thinking.
Liked it, it shows that after sad things we still can move forward if we try
I really like your poem. It is comforting and gives me hope. Sometimes you have to learn to let go of your pain.
I like how the poem is very positive and hopeful. It was a great poem that explains the life which is always having hopes in the dark times.
The poem cheers me up, reminding me that I should not be dwelling on negative feelings.
I really liked how you brought about the ending to this poem. Lately I just hear people complaining about the problems in their life, but they have to take an optimistic view like you did. It was a joy to read!
I was an observer of time. I stood watch as the world changes around me, powerless to alter the course of history, and cursed to feel the scars left by each passing generation. I was a survivor of time; my hourglass had long since shattered yet I still remained. My kin had gone before me, leaving me trapped in that suffocating silence. They all fell, one by one, drifting farther and farther away. They were a part of me; my life, my hopes, my dreams. Anything and everything fell to ravages of the turning hand. They spoke to me, gave me energy when others could not, but they could not escape their fate. Stripped of every possession, incapable of holding onto anything, I was lost within my disillusionment; I had no purpose. Then, came the storm.
The rain poured down upon me, dripping from my limbs. As my mind drifted through the storm, I heard the deep rumble of thunder. Now as I lay dying, my limbs lit aflame and my skin charred, I see man running towards me. Marveling as the flames ate away at me, he breaks off one of my flaming limbs and runs back towards his cave. Oddly, I feel relieved. In my final moments in this world, I realized where I had erred. My slow passage through time blinded me to all except what lay before me. I was foolish to look down at my existence. We all live for a purpose; some find this purpose early, some later, and still others spend their entire lives searching for it. I have found my purpose. With the experience gathered over eons as the kindle, I have become a guiding flame of truth, forever burning within the hearth of man.
The main character of this passage is a tree. I present through the eyes of the tree, the discovey of fire. The way we believe that man discovered fire is during a huge storm, lightning struck the plains. Then, one lone bolt of lightning split the only tree in half, lighting it aflame. Man later harnessed this energy to become the dominant species we are today. This tree is the tree of beginnings; the tree that made possible all the accomplishments and exploits of man. I tell this story to show that even in the most ordinary of things and places, we can find miracles worth living for.
I drew my inspiration from Gilgamesh, who is so disillusioned that he no longer cares for his kingdom, and has suffered so much loss with Enkidu's death that he nearly destroys himself. The other part of is drawn from the end of Dante's Inferno. Only by passing through the dark woods and the torments of life symbolized by the sins in each circle did Dante finally walk beneath the stars of enlightenment once more.
My favorite story! This left me with a feeling of enduring. When the material fades, what endures is truly precious and carries us through the progression of time. But we always take it for granted.
I loved reading your explanation because it totally matches how I felt when I read the story. I think the meaning you're trying to convey is a truly great observation.
Your story was brilliant. I admit I'm a total sucker for symbolism and your story really made me think. The connections were really well done and your message is subtle in the story but clear to the reader.
I really enjoyed it : D~~
I am also inspired with Gligamesh and Dante's Inferno. I truly like your story.
That became quite direct at the end, but I liked the connection to the discovery of fire.
In my fourth period class , more commonly called A.D.D. , we do a special acting technique called Meisner. This is the belief that in order to be true to your character's emotions and feelings you must be in tune with your own thoughts and feelings. We build walls everyday without knowing it, we act different around our parents then we do around our siblings and even different then we do around our friends. These walls form a labyrinth around your true feelings and so we are asked a simple question.
"how can i be honest in my character if I am not honest to myself?"
"I don't know, maybe it'll come naturally , i mean how hard can it be to be someone else"
"Drew your acting up there, i need to you to be!"
"I don't get what Mr. Volpe mean just be, whats wrong with acting this is only theater two after all, i thought thats what were were here for isn't it"
My struggle with learning to feel as opposed to act was one that took a long time to face. I did not want other people inside my mind , i did not want to give people just enough information to harm me.
"Its like the elephant in the room "
as my esteemed director would say during rehearsal for a particularly awkward scene.
"everybody knows about it, but no one talks about it."
this struck some real chords in me, I think being on stage is honestly one of the most cleansing feelings you can have, i can honestly say i have grown because of it. Theater has a mysterious way of solving problems you never thought you would be able to face. Your forced to become so conformable with the people on stage that they become literally like family , but there is one key difference , you do not see this family all the time like your family at home. That is where the risk comes into play. You give these people all you have, to the point where they could cripple you if they so desired, and hope that they can relate to you and learn from your experience.
I know this most likely sounds like a lot of theater garble, but honestly this same idea can be applied to everyday life. WHat if we opened to everyone gave them just enough to where they could hurt us? why is it so hard to be honest with parents? its ironic to say , but i've lived in a parents shoes , i've had to play anything from the best kind of father to the worst one you can imagine. The phrase walking a mile in someone else's shoes just does not seem to sum it all up. So for this blog i decided to end with a challenge, i challenge you ,me, and Mr.Feraco to live truthfully to yourself for a day. Where your emotions on your sleeve. Then at the end of the day see where you end up.
(inspired by the advanced drama class, all those hours in the dark paid off.)
I feel you so much! I was so stressed with life that once I did the yoga thing, I just felt refreshed, and new. I believe that everyone should find some time for themselves out of their busy schedules.
The alarm goes off, and I start reaching to turn it off. Looking at the time I think to myself, “I do not want to go to school today, I do not want to deal with all the people.” Eventually my mom barges in the room getting me up and telling me that I have to go to school. I get ready and I start on my way to school. I don’t know why, but I kind of hate school. Maybe it’s the people, maybe it’s the work. I do not know anymore. Everyday I can see people trying to be someone they are not. I just do not understand. Sometimes I feel like going home early because I just feel weird inside. Maybe it’s the stress, maybe its my busy schedule. I never really had time to connect with someone, and tell them how I really feel. Starting school at seven in the morning and not getting out till about eight at night, I barely see my family anymore. I spend more time at school then I spend at home the every week including the weekends. My brother is in college, and he only comes once a month. After school, I get home and usually my parents and getting ready to go to bed. Until this past couple weeks.
As you guys probably know, the plays this week. This is a very crazy week for many people. We have finals to worry about, college apps, everything. After leaving stressful school, I just want to go home and relax, and spend some time with my parents. But this week was different. I had a really bad day at school, and I was hoping that I could spend time with my parents, but that did not happen. I got home, and there they go. Yelling at each other, slamming doors, I just froze. I lost it. I ran to my room, slammed the door, and broke down. I just do know why life is so hard. Yesturday the people in the play needed to listen to this yoga/ relaxing music. So I decided to join them. I felt so relieved and refused from listening to this. Hopefully life gets easier.
Inspired and motivated by: “Life is hard, and it should be” –Mr. Meiers
Life will get better for sure. It's just full of up's and down's and you have to learn how to deal with difficulties. I am sure everyone has his own problems but some people can still manage to stay happy. Life is how you want it to be and try to be positive about everything. (:
Nice written post. Well, I guess life seems pretty hard to me right now, with all the college stuff and things. But I am sure that I can overcome the obstacles, life ahead will be better.
I feel you Jason. I know that you are being stressed out with everything right now. But don't you worry, time will pass quickly as we will not notice, and those problems that you are currently facing will be solved.
Remember, during the time that you were born, no one told you "welcome to the place called world, life would be easy."
Jason, don't worry just bear through this week, and you will be amazed at the things you accomplished !
I empathize with you. This week is pretty stressful for me with so many tests and assignments piling up. Thankfully for us, it will be better.
It is so easy for us to feel this way right now, because it seems like everything is just piling up onto us. Even though we have just a few months left, we seem to have more work than ever that we have to do !
I don't know if it is just senioritis kicking in, but I too have also felt this negative feeling toward school. I mean it's not that I don't like school because of a lack of friends or something, its just different. I can really relate to you about the part when you come home and things are a mess. Sometimes I come home and the first thing my mom says to me is not Hi, or how was school, its more like, how many times did i tell you to do this or etc.
I can totally relate to your story. Many of my school days start at 6 and end at nine. I come home and deal with fighting as well. Where I differ is my view on things. I spend fifteen hours at school because I want to. I chose to join Percussion and Water polo. Without them I would not be who I am. I have friends from both groups and I spend much time with all of them. My family misses out on my time. But, I think that thats how things will be next year a college. Try to look at things with a positive light. YOu are where you are because of the choices you have made. If you don't like where you are, think twice next time you make a choice.
I really love what you've written. Routine and stress only help up grow. Keep up the good work and we're almost at the finish line!
Who am I and why am I here?
Fifteen years ago, I was born to the earth, with high expectations from my parents, I suppose
Now, fifth teen years later, I’m sitting in front of the computer, thoughts going nowhere.
What happened to me and have I grown at all?
During these years, I strived to become a better person, hoping that I will be a successful person.
Now, I seemed to be in some kind of stagflation, staring at the monitor and the blank wall.
I have a weird feeling that my future is opaque.
During these years, I tried to achieve a better self, but obviously failed to do so,
Now, although at two o’clock in the morning, I was strike by the idea and felt well awake.
What if I’m worthless and meaningless to the universe?
After all these years, I worked hard but still, like being cursed, nobody ever notices me.
Now, horrified by the idea of being ignored and forgotten, I thought carefully about my curse.
What am I thinking and why should I be worried at all?
At the beginning of the beginning and at the end of the end,
There are always people who suffer from this curse like me and feel very small.
What am I doing and what am I suppose to do?
At two o’clock in the morning, I’m mourning for myself, not writing my essay.
Now, I tried to shake away these meaningless thoughts from my head and finish what I should do.
Who am I and why am I here?
I’m a normal student who is trying to finish my rough draft and to end my miserable thoughts.
Now, I looked up at the ceiling and sighed, murmured words that no one will ever hear.
Your post is exactly how I feel about the future. Now, I know I have second chances if I screw up. But, I am afraid in the future when I do not have second chances, that I will be a failure.
Exactly. The future is intimidating to me. Not knowing what will happen to you may be fun, but it definately can be scary sometimes.
I enjoy reading your well-structured response (beginning with a question in each paragraph, and answer it). I like the way you describe about future as an unknown thing to us, although it is sort of pessimistic in a way. I guess the only solution is to live your life a day by a time, never thinking about what could have happen nor what will happen.
Many quotes made in to an essay of life
“Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. The purpose of life is a life of purpose. The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth. I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. Life is simple, it’s just not easy. A life without cause is a life without effect. Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't. Life's not always fair. Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow. I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it. Life is a foreign language: all men mispronounce it. To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. My life has a superb cast but I can't figure out the plot. As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose. I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it. Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night. Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.”
“Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once.”
This was my quotes speech during the presentation and I thought it was cool so I put it up. It explains a lot of what we really want to know in life. I have a cousin in Afghanistan and my mom told me to write a letter to him and what I added was different quotes that explained life and love, something that can keep his spirit up when he is feeling down. I feel the same way as he does when I look at the quotes I see what I can do and accomplish.
The optimistic sun rises,
As the dark is chased away.
The happy heart opens,
As the gentle lover smiles.
Like a key to a lock,
Opens the soul to love..
From the fleeting touch,
To the open caress.
From the gallows of despair,
To the peaks of happiness.
Captive no longer,
Free to experience,
Free to smile and care.
Inspired by Dante’s view of love. He saw love as one of the greatest things in the world.
The style of this brought a smile to my face. It's a very sweet poem and I especially like the last two lines. They ring well together.
The style of this brought a smile to my face. It's a very sweet poem and I especially like the last two lines. They ring well together.
wow, it's a very touching poem. It warms up my heart, it made love seems free and nice. "Like a key to a lock,
Opens the soul to love.." This is so true, everything have a lock and a key and it's up to us to find each other.
There is a student named Michael Feraco-Eberle?
Your poem about the hope and happiness sunrise brings is very vivid. It's a brand new day, and tommorow will always be better and happier than today.
From this poem, I can obvously see the optimism behind it. I felt the same way the author felt about love.
This poem sent chills down my back. Loved it! It definitely brightened my night. Much props to this author.
I liked this poem. There not much I have to say about it, but I would like to let the other readers try something. Try reading the poems line by line from the end to the start. It makes you think again about the meaning. It can also help you understand the meaning a bit more
As expected of Mr. Feraco, this is a deep piece of work. Though I probably won't be able to decipher all its hidden meanings and though it was short, I still liked it. It was a very beautiful piece of art.
you're poem is so relaxing. It lightened my mood. I especially like the line "Like a key to a lock," because almost everything and i literally mean almost everything has a lock on it such as people and their emotions.
I agree with everyone who posted above me for this post. Whoever wrote this poem is great. I find this poem simple and very well written, though it makes me envy whoever wrote this. Great work!
With empty hands we start
But each new experience we see
a new string comes to pull our hearts
to each we ask "who are you to me"
Orange threads that stand through the day,
can be separated by night.
Each to our own with out any thought what another has to say
Out of mind out of sight.
But every once and a while
a line comes to draw you near
Even if you are as distant as a mile
you'll truly love what you hear.
"Smile another bright star
the one that glistened with hope
cause with that you'll go far
and help out those broken ropes"
And with that a new light glows
The orange color returns to twine
And now, my friend it shows
everything is going to be fine.
(Inspired by my friend who's status today was "shear determination! and hard work! It is my life! of course I will be better")
Ok, don't know but MAYBE you thought about this when you wrote this. JBF. AMIRITE OR AMIRITE? But yah I was seriously sitting here reading this poem and I came up with a freaking pv in my head. Love this because it's really visually pleasing. Made me feel really positive and truly appreciate how great it is to not be alone in this world. Our loved ones help us so much, and I think it's nice to see people express this kind of appreciation !
YOU. KNOW ME. SO WELL.
we definitely SISTAS FOR LIFE.broseph
It surprises me that you enjoy it since I have close to zero confidence in my poem writing, but I'm glad that people can see the message and find different ways to touch other lives. Thank you so much I really appreciate it!
It is a nice poem and I like the lines "Smile another bright star the one that glistened with hope 'cause with that you'll go far and help out those broken ropes."
This is such an uplifting post! I like how it really gives the reader hope for something brighter, greater, better.
Everyone is better from who they are yesterday. Everyday, a person who gain new knowledge whether they realize it or not. You become better than the person you were yesterday.
It is really thoughtful, it show lost of enthusiasm. Also makes you think that you can be better and help others.
Alone, but En Masse
One scream in a stadium
Of screams, holds a different emotion than
All the others, similar to what's around it but
A different pitch.
On nail carving into the blackboard,
Hidden among this lion roar, sounds like a bird's song,
Frozen in the moment this bullet pierces.
One scream makes no difference, helpless and lonely.
His screeching escalates to the highest note,
Weaving through the smog and sweat,
It brakes, facing the plugged ears and turned cheeks of Society.
Drowned out by all a sea of vibration,
Creating a sweet blend of white-noised
Nonsense, swallowed ravenously by time.
Usually when I read something tragically profound, I find a lingering depression that just hangs on my mind long after the impact of the work has worn off. Like Mr. Feraco, I love reading things that challenges what I feel comfortable with. But I am an escapist, and a lover of happy endings. So although my poem doesn't sound too happy, basically it's my way of saying, we'll get through it.
I like your poem, because I feel the same way. I am not too happy and I am usually depressed, but I still feel up to many challenges
Well written poem, pretty poem. I felt the same way when I was alone or depressed.
I know this wasn't intentional but for some reason I think of some P22. You know how my mind likes to weirdly connect things and the word ravenously has the raven in it and the lion's "roar" (KEKKON) and the bird qua- ): (yah you can go ahead and slap me now)
Anyway I really enjoyed reading this because even though it first comes off as something "tragically profound" it actually gives off a positive message. It really emphasizes your beliefs (cause god knows you are a HUGE sucker for happy endings) and it has it own sort of bittersweet conclusion.
All in all this poem is just so you (like your voice) and makes me agree completely. Yes, we can move on.
Haha, I'm glad you got that the poem is supposed to have a positive message, although I didn't really intend for it to be tragically profound (i just read stuff thats tragically profound, can't write it). Though rereading my poem, I discovered that it really does sound very, very depressing （´Д`）・・
And wow, P22. THIS TOOK ME LIKE 5 YEARS TO DECODE. But I never even thought about that while writing stuff like raven and bird. Glad you got something out of it though wwwwww
I really like your poem, it really describes how I feel when I'm depressed and what I think about while I'm in that state of despair.
Inspired by my grandparents
I am right with Kristian on this. In June, I will be grandpa-less for two years. He fought through liver cancer for months, but it became too difficult and he lost the battle. The night I lost him, I could only remember what I WISHED I could say/do to him. I know he is up there with God right now I just wanted to say that I love him so much. In elementary school, my parents worked in downtown LA so no one could pick me up. My grandpa walked fifteen minutes every day at 2:45 to pick me up. I told him "Grandpa, the school is so close to home. I will just walk alone so you do not have to waste your energy." He just nodded and I always anticipated walking home alone. Every day at 2:47, my grandpa stood in the corner of Longley Way and Woodruff waiting for me. Of course, I got mad yelling "I can walk home alone!" I never appreciated the little things my grandpa did until he had to go. Before running through the banner in football games, I always took a couple seconds to look up into the sky envisioning my grandpa. My coach always said "Check your blood-lines. Find the toughest person in your life and play for that person." Every time Coach said that, I had to think of my grandpa. He is my source of motivation in life. Now, my grandma's turn. This is truly the woman that goes under the "without this person I will not be here" category. It may sound as if my grandma is my maid, but she does literally everything for me. She cooks, cleans, does my laundry, etc. The day my grandpa died devastated my grandma. She would not leave the house for months and just lay in her bed praying to God to take her next. I stayed up late doing homework in her room to watch over her and I could hear sniffles and see tears running down her cheeks. Luckily, God has not obeyed my grandma's wish and she is still around doing everything. Now, I cut back her work by doing anything possible to help her out. I spend my Saturday mornings doing all the chores she saved for me. I love my grandparents equally as much even though one is not physically with me anymore. I know my grandpa is in the heavens watching over me become that successful man I promised I would be. Every morning as I eat breakfast, I look across my living room and see a picture of my grandparents sitting next to each other in a restaurant. All I can do is look next to me and see my grandma shoving the last piece of rice and I know my grandpa is sitting next to us racing to beat her to the chores.
My grandpa died freshmen year and I felt the same as you did. When people are here with us, we take them for granted, especially for the little things they do for us.
It's a tragic event that everyone needs to go through. I know how that feels, but everyone needs to move on.
I myself too have an everyday thing with my grandma. She died of breast cance when I was 7. You could tell I was attached to her, because I actually cried at her funeral. Usually its rare to see a 7 year old cry because they just dont really get the concept of what's going on. Well anyways I used to go to Rite-Aid every day and I would get chocolate malted crunch ice cream while she would get cherry garcia =).
Brian, man, to see a loved one pass on, that just tough. I have seen my grandpa die; I was there when he took that last breath. It was a gut-wrenching sight to watch. When he was still alive, I would sometimes not take his words seriously, but in death I now do. I wish I could try again, but yes, we must all move on.
The best kind of writing is that which flows from the heart. Just like a musician gifted with both the skills of technique and emotion, you have created a direct piece, sending your message straight to the heart. I am glad that you have found the silver-lining within a tragic moment of your life, and I am sure tha you will grow stronger because of it.
This is how i felt a couple of months ago when I lost my grandmother. I think that everyone does not appreciate their grandparents until they are taken away. I know as a child, I used to dread going to my grandparents house because it was so boring. As i grew older, I than became thankful that I spent all those days with them. Love you grandma!
This was very well written Brian. I too love my grandparents and will always remember them. Just like you, I take some time before the whistle blows for the start of my soccer games and I pray. I pray for everyone I know- friends and family. I've said this before, but family is truly the basis of my life. I would not be the same person without my grandparents, or with any member of my family, and so I thank you for making me reflect once again about how fortunate I am to still have a wonderful family around me.
"So, how have you been doing for the past four years, Joseph?"
I closed my eyes and thought about what I should say to one of my closest friends whom I have not seen for four years. Four years can change a person. He was living proof. I could tell just by looking at him, he was no longer the same guy that me and my other friends picked on. No, he matured a lot. He was now taller than me, much taller than me, and now had a deeper voice than before. He looked so different that I even wondered whether this was the same guy I used to read the Bible with every weekday. Was he the same little kid I knew back in fourth grade? Was he still a little brother to me? How should I answer his question? Tell him everything that has happened to me, and explain every single little detail, knowing that we would rarely talk to each other again?
Probably not. I was not sure how he would answer me. He now became a mystery to me, unlike before in which I knew his every action.
Laughing, I simply answered, "Fine. How have you been doing, Jonathan? You grew a lot."
He smiled and straightened his back to make himself taller. Stupid growth spurt. Well, this is what I get for picking on him when we were younger. "Ok. I moved to Canada."
"I heard. Do you like it?"
"That's good." I saw my parents trying to tell me that I had to go. I looked at him and regretfully said, "Look, I gotta go. Hope to catch up with you during winter break. If not, hope to see you soon. Here's my cell if you have time to do stuff during the break."
"Thanks. Hope to see you soon too."
As we said good-bye and shook hands, I knew that we would never recover the former bond that we had. When I looked at him straight in the eyes, he was thinking the same thing. As I walked away, I did not look back because so much had changed between us, and I couldn't bear to look at the changes again. However, I knew one thing for sure. He would still be a little brother to me, and I would still be considered as a brother to him.
Inspired by my recent encounter with one of my closest friends and Ciacco's statement.
This strikes close to home for me. I've had similar experiences when I meet up with old friends of mine and have no clue how to pick up our relationship again, simply because time had separated us far too long. Unlike you though, I'm still uncertain on whether or not we still consider each other friends or not.
I know how awkward meetings with people you haven't met with in awhile can be. But sometimes they can make you smile and feel a twinkle within yourself knowing how a person has changed for the better.
Like Marissa stated, it is very awkward meeting someone you haven't seen for a while. Every summer, my cousin Justin would come live at my house and we soon became best friends. I haven't seem him for 2 years, because we both had plans and things to do for our summer. When i finally met him last year, it was very strange. He changed, I changed, and it seemed like we hardly knew each other. The passing of time can be harsh.
I can strongly relate to your post because I have similar experiences. We never met each other after that arkward meeting.It is hard to pick up the bonding again after all these years.
You would have felt awkward meeting your old friend. It might be uncomfortable meeting an old friend but their changes and make us think about our lives as well as inspiring and encouraging us to change too.
I know exactly how you feel. I use to be best friends with one of the people in my neighborhood during my elementary and middle school years. Now in high school, we don't even talk or greet each other. However, I still feel that we have this bond between us, that I could never have with another person.
I can relate to your post since I went back to Taiwan two years ago and revisited my seventh grade teacher. As I was about to leave, I really did not know what to say to my teacher because I am afraid I may never see her again for a long time.
Day to day
Get up in the morning, shower, get dress, eat, and go to school.
Go through the classes, stare blank at the teacher, or listen to lectures.
Go off campus, try to find a ride. Get myself some food.
Come back to school, go to class again. Stare at the teacher, or do work.
After school, go to the library, go back home. Do my homework.
Study for the upcoming quiz, test. Or read the required chapters.
Get on aim and chat with friends.
Day to day.
Who am I? Why am I doing all these. I’m just like the same with others. I should be doing more, more active in my social life. I should go out with friends instead of staying home. I should try harder with school life. I should study instead of chatting with friends.
What have I been doing?
Inspired by Dante’s Inferno: The Darkwoods of Error, and part of my life.
Of course I choose to use the boring days to describe my day so this blog post would make more sense.
Everyday seems the same to alot of people, even myself, alot of days are just the same to me, over and over again. Repeated to the point where it just becomes a habit, until that conscience of yours screams to be let out, a new person is born through decisions.
Are these horrible experiences or irreplaceable halcyon days? It's hard to tell.
We are told that life is found in the experience, no matter what kind of experience it is. But is going through boring day after boring day really what that means? Or are these boring days really what life is?
I want to redo parts of my high school life. I want to go back and study for that final. I want to go back and join some academic teams. Maybe I should have continued with cross country and track. Maybe I could have had a more active social life.
Was my high school life worth it?
Actually, yes it was. Despite the seemingly monotonous school life I had, it was irreplaceable. I made close friends. I had fun. I loved high school. My time here may not have been fully active, but it was satisfying - and that, to me, is the most important thing of all.
Even though we do same routines everyday without a doubt, we sometimes think about the reason why we are doing. We fall into a chaos and the only way to get out from confusions are to work hard to eliminate the bad memories
I sometimes find myself just like you. Just going day to day with the same routines, and it would get a bit tiring after awhile. But what I think of is that, those events, and ones in between can be turned into something greater and better for you to experience and have a better day, everyday.
I sometimes find myself just like you. Just going day to day with the same routines, and it would get a bit tiring after awhile. But what I think of is that, those events, and ones in between can be turned into something greater and better for you to experience and have a better day, everyday.
The routine you wrote is something that we can all relate to. I found that trying to do something new each day can be refreshing. However, I also believe that once we get something done, we feel a sense of accomplishment. So really, not everything you do is a waste.
I can relate completely, excluding the library and study part.
I get these feelings a lot, but recently I've had more time to do other things besides doing school related work. If we all just take time to change up our daily schedules or rituals, things will all look differently.
Like a Lifetime Ago and Just Yesterday - An Original
"Look! There's Orion's belt." I pointed to the three stars, aligned since the dawn of man in an almost perfect line. To the South lay the city, flashing its orange brilliance upon the edge of the Earth. And to the North sat mountains, covered with forests and silently watching over the land it shared with these people. Below us was the roof of the car, which we were afraid might dent easily under our weight.
Above us was sky. The black, night sky to whom my eyes paid many a visit. It never changed, but somehow it was different every time I gazed into the empty abyss.
"Remember that time you pointed it out to me while we were on the phone? I couldn't find it even though you tried so hard to describe its location!"
That's right... I do remember that. We were together then.
We all hopped out of the car, joyous and rambunctious. New Year's Day had arrived just half an hour ago, and we were riled up to go on an adventure. There was this one spot we had found. So we drove up to the North, into the forests, and looked out on the city.
"We've been friends for a decade now y'know?"
This is our city. We used to be elementary school kids, and now we were seniors about to leave for college. I remember when we used to talk about this moment, but here it really is.
"No really where are we going?"
"You'll see, you'll see!"
When we arrived she stared at the lights, and I once again reminisced over my life here. I looked over at her face, gleaming with beauty. She had a certain sparkle in her eyes.
"Ha! So this is where you take all your girls right?"
"No, just you."
I smiled and thought about how she just appeared in my life, without any warning. Now, I was able to move on from my past, and start a new chapter in my life.
I had said that to her too. This time is different. Maturity had settled in on me, and I would enjoy life.
"You know the way I feel about you. I really like you. You make me feel... like I'm on top of the world."
I shifted my weight, and the roof still seemed unstable, but it didn't matter. I didn't want to move.
"I do. I do remember that."
I remembered how she made me feel. No one could ever make me feel the same way.
"Do you think..." I contemplated grasping her hand.
Then I remembered those sparkling eyes that I had moved on to.
We are more than that now. I'm glad we're friends. I retracted my arm.
And there we sat.
In the grand scheme of things our time together was quite recent.
But I've changed so much.
She's changed so much.
It feels like a lifetime ago and just yesterday.
You know when you get that feeling. No, not the kind in the Black Eyed Peas song. No really, like that special feeling. Like when you look over the city on New Year's with the guys you've known all your life. Or when you look into the eyes of that one girl and don't say anything, 'cause you know your hearts are beating together. Or when you realize that you forged a real, genuine, true friendship. I guess I just get this way when I take a step back and realize...
It's all worth it.
Inspired by the last paragraph on page 55 of Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End
Wow, this is an amazing piece of writing. I'm not kidding. It's one of the best ones I've read, and your last paragraph ending really left an impression on me.
Thanks! It left an impression on me too I've just been in such an optimistic mood lately, and I wanted to put it on paper before I lost it so I could remember my happiness!
I totally understand what you are saying. One moment youre with all of your friends and you do not realize how much time has flied by. New Years Eve, like you said is when I really notice. I do take a step back and remember all the goods and bads of my year.
Definately, I think its crazy how you can remember things that happened in the past even though they might be really old events.
As life moves on, we experience each stepping stone towards our future. A stepping stone may be a bit deep and submerged in water ebut then again there are the high-rising stones which is the climax of a lifes story. Then again, that climax can be raised to a whole another level. In my life, I've had my ups and downs, with the ups being a little ahead of the downs. My downs have put a deep impact of how I see life and has changed my life in ways that I couldn't control. From losing loved ones, to losing freinds, from losing connections to losing myself. I was once on the verge of suicide, but with the help of my freinds, I was able to recooperate and push myself to where I am now. The ups of my life have definately brought me to what I have become today, I've changed for the better and I intend to keep molding myself into something better, something bigger than what I am today.
Like you, I have also experienced many ups and downs in my life. Most of these downs were because of family problems, but i always had my friends to help me back up like you did. In times like these, we can really see a a friend(s) can really change our lives.
I'm glad that with all your hardships in life, it has made you a better and stronger person. I believe tough situations in life only help a person for the better as one becomes wiser, mature, and is able to reach self-actualization.
it's good that you have your friends that can help you out during hard times. Everybody has their downside, but it's important to not be down and focus on the upside of your life
Once you reach rock bottom there is only one way to go. Up!
“This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.” - C.S. Lewis
The movie Up is by far the most emotional animation movies I've seen. It's definitely one of my favorite movies of all time, it is a great movie either way you slice it and it should be noted. Although it's a comedy but I found it pretty deep at the end. The movie basically focuses on this old man Carl Fredrickson's life whom always followed a dream of his wife going on a journey to South Africa to see the Arcadia. He bought thousands of balloons just to attach it to his house and float up in the sky. As his journey begins, he sees many different things, met different kind of person and always find himself in dangerous situations. After watched it for half-hour in Mr. Feraco's class, I bought the ticket and watched the rest of it.
After the movie, I had one particular question in my head. What actually drives the old man to follow he and his wife's dream? It's another miracle of love, love drives the old man all the way to explore the world.
When reading the profound, personal messages everyone posted, I can’t help but feel depressed after each successive piece of writing. It depressed me that I did not have anything equally depressive to write about, and that many of the stories talked about tragedies I have yet to experience. So, I was inspired to do the opposite – write something I would feel fun to write to combat the gloom that percolated from the blog into me. Even if the situation calls for it, grief is an emotion that eats away. It is one of my staple philosophies to find a silver lining in the clouds. Here is the product of that creative inspiration from my philosophy. Another way to look at the mundane routine we call school.
Read this with you while listening to the song “Tick Tok” by Kesha.
Wake up in the morning feeling a bit cruddy
(Hey, WAKE UP NOW)
Grab my contacts, stop snooze on four
Hear my mom getting angry (WAKE UP!)
Before I leave, take a look at my jansport backpack
Cause when I leave for the day, I always forget crap.
I'm talking – socks to cover my toes, toes
Got lint on all my clothes, clothes
Silent mode for my phone, phone
KISS FM-ing, playing Drake and Lil’Wayne’s
Pulling up to Duarte
Then found out its all a dreeeaam
(chorus)Just stop, make it stop
Senioritis isn’t letting up
Today, Imma fight
Till we see two-forty-five
Tick tock, on the clock
Texting lol to all my friends, yo
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh (x2) (Chorus)
Ain't got any homework done, but got plenty of peers
Ain't got no essay in my pocket, but on turnitin, dear
And now the dudes are lining up cause they hear I got transferred
But I kick em to the curb unless they’re Cal State or lower
Schools all about - everybody sleeping in class, class
AP’S are such a drag, drag
Except Feraco cause he’s so phat, phat
Now, now - we talkin till they kick us out, out
Or the dean shut us down, down
Rapkins got a frown, frown
Detention shut us –
Teacher, you stood me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Phone on the ground
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me
Teacher, you build me up
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
The discussion don't start until I walk in
wow I never saw school that way. It's great that you turn it into a song.
I love how this one made me laugh! Writing about a subject we all dread and making this fun and inspiring is truly something special.
This made me smile after reading everyone else posts.
I really like it. good job !
That was extremely creative ! I would have never though of writing new lyrics to a beat of a song. That brought my mood up after reading all these depressing blog entries. Thank You!
Now that is what I call work that stands out. Writing a song to get your point across, nice job! Also, I like how you turned an "everyday" activity like school into something interesting.
Wow, that is a very clever way to reword the song! =) I'll try to remember the words to this song the next time I hear it on the radio.
…Trop is on his way to the final island as the gods have instructed him. He knows that he is close to his destination, he can feel it. After a long journey overseas to find the cure to his loved one's illness, he finally makes it.
The things surrounding him gives him a boost in adrenaline that made him very eager to look for the 'petal of healing' as the surrounding relieves the stress of a person that steps on the land; the petal of healing contains the power to permanently remove ones illness forever. At last! With an unexplainable joy on his face. I've found it. My wife and I would be able to live a happy life again.
The wilderness is surrounded by the untamed wild creatures. Without Trop noticing it, Barathrum, the most feared beast in the wilderness, comes out of nowhere and attacks Trop. Luckily, he manages to roll away from the target as his Master taught him upon his training. Trop, having to leave all his weapons in his sailboat, runs away from the fierce and mighty beast. The beast is strong and is newly recharged from its newly-finished hibernation. Did I lose him? asked Trop to himself. He gets stuck on a dead end. He spots the beast from a very far distance, since he does not have anymore place to go, he charges the beast with fear. With the beasts muscular body, Barathrum runs towards Trop. Crash!!! The two hit each other in a powerful force, the mighty Barathrum remains undamaged and Trop falls on the ground, unconscious with the petal of healing grappled in his hand. After a short period of time, Trop lies on the floor, dead.
Inspired by Gilgamesh's failure of retrieving the "plant."
I like how you had a name for everything, if it were me I wouldn't have the imagination or creativity for this.
Nice one Patrick, I totally like the irony of how it took him to die in order to get the pedal. If Trop was Kobe then he'd start doin' some work and everything would have been fine, I'm just sayin'.
Among all my interests and talents, I think the academic part is much more important than any others like music or sports. I don't really remember when mathematics became one of my interests. As a guitar player, I also am interested in several sports for a long time, such as football, basketball, and swimming etc. By the time goes, they all shape me little by little to become a better person, but the study of mathematics really shapes me the most among all my interests. I believe math study is the most meaningful to me, because it teaches me a lot about numbers and also life. Also, mathematics brings me a lot of fun, when I try to solve the hard problems. For years, math has become a significant part of my life, because it influences me a lot. Studying math helps me to focus, and it shapes me a careful person. I have learned a lot from studying math by studying math, such as learning to get back up and try again after failing. It applies everywhere, but most importantly, it applies to my life.
I am inspired by Virgil from Inferno. As Dante's personal guideman, Virgil leads Dante all the way through the Hell. I believe math will become my "Virgil" guiding me all the way through my life.
Happiness and sadness,
Again and again,
Bad times and good times,
Comes and goes,
Winning and losing,
And repeats again,
look forward not backwards,
it might come again,
there might be a loss but try again,
where at the end you will be ok.
Inspired by Gilgamesh ( Gilgamesh feelings after losing his friend)
I like the way how you put Gilgamesh's feelings into a creative poem. It's true- hardships and sadness occurs in life but we must carry on and live our life. I remember someone once told me life is suppossed to be hard; and life is nothing without hardships.
One by one
They take their leave
Into the unknown
And the abyss
At first, jubilation
Celebration all around
Finally we receive
What we yearn
But then we turn
One by one we fought
Confusion and chaos
All around us
Nothing to do
No direction or guidance
What to do now?
Shall we finally unite?
Or continue to fight?
What happens next?
To the future we look
This was inspired by Childhood's End, on what if the Overlords left and give Earth its freedom that it wanted.
A trillion and one lights constantly flickered on and off overhead. Was that all the point there was to those stars? Did they serve no other purpose?
“Will anyone even notice?” A mirror image materialized next to her. “When one disappears for good, will its companions even realize it has gone?”
She turned her eyes back up towards the heavens. “I’ll miss it, if no one else will,” she asserted quietly.
Her twin’s mouth twisted itself into a forced smile that looked more like a smirk. “Will you still be here to feel that loss though?”
She fell silent at that, unable to come up with a quick reply. Instead, she reached into her pockets and pulled out a small, square chip. “Here.” She dropped it into her replica’s open palms.
“You’re certainly quick about it.” It was a rather curious sensation, she thought, watching one’s own face speaking aloud in her own voice. “I know most others hold on to this until the very end. The ones who simply cannot let go.”
“It’s difficult,” she admitted. Once upon a time, she would’ve begrudged the girl fingering her memory chip curiously, but now, strangely, she felt nothing except a cool calmness settle over her.
“I’ll take care of this,” the doppelganger promised, as if sensing her apathy. “I’ll make sure everyone remembers who Alicia Keynes was.”
“Thank you.” Alicia smiled sadly, taking a seat on a cool patch of grass. “But that won’t be necessary. After all, you are Alicia Keynes now.”
With the passage of time, people will forget. They’ll forget her, the original Alicia Keynes, the one who sang the loudest at karaoke parties and enjoyed painting during her leisure time. There was no guarantee the new Alicia Keynes, the one standing next to her, would be the same person. In fact, it was certain they were two totally different individuals.
“She won’t be a substitute.” The people had told her parents a year ago, when she’d first been diagnosed with the fatal disease which would slowly eat her alive. “She’ll act as a replacement for your daughter.” She remembered hearing the consultant’s short pause before continuing, “Are you sure you want to have someone walking around looking exactly like Alicia, but who’s not Alicia?”
“We’re sure.” There was no hesitation in her mother’s voice.
“Alicia’s been told already. She’s willing to have herself cloned and her memories copied,” her father explained. “Alicia…she also wants to continue living. Not as a mere memory, but as a real person…with us.”
“Are you really okay with this though?” The new Alicia Keynes broke in on her thoughts.
She stood up, stretched, and asked, “Okay with what?”
“I’m just saying…if it were me, I’d rather people remember the real me. The one that’s here.” Both Alicia’s looked down at the tiny microchip, its contents containing every last bit of data Alicia had gathered over the course of her 16 years of life.
“You will be me,” she told Alicia firmly, trying to convince herself as well.
Alicia gave her a steady look. “But I’m still not you.”
This was inspired by more than one thing actually. I originally started typing this with The Star buzzing in my head but it started to resemble Ciacco last request from Dante's Inferno soon after the dialogue began.
I like your dialog because for me dialog is the hardest part of writing.
Oh thank you ;D Honestly, I find the dialogue hard to start writing, but once a conversation starts, it flows quite smoothly from there.
Wow, I love it some much, and you are right, having another clone will not be the same as the original one. Like there will not be a second Anita, even if she looks like you and act likes you but she is not you.
Incredible story! I don't think I'd want to be cloned though. I'd rather have people remember who I was than have a different person try to imitate me. Definitely a brain teaser this one is. Your style is so smooth and I love your vocabulary. And yeah, I think your dialogue is very natural.
Most of the times in life, you only have one chance to do what you want to do. That’s not always the case though. Sometime people are given a second chance to do what they want to do, and from their first time, they learned. People are sometimes given a second chance in life, such as students going to Pasadena City College, where they can make up school works they didn’t do in high school. Second chances are also given to people who need to redeem themselves in order to get accepted by society once again. A second chance in life makes everyone appreciate what they already have. They will understand how to actually cherish something if they actually lost their loves ones. A so second chance is important to us in life and peoples needs a second chance in life more often. If a person is given a second chance, it might change the person completely.
Inspired by the episode of Star Trek shown in class where the father is given a second chance in life to be with his son again.
As I sat down at my table, I opened my agenda, and saw the never ending list of homework I was assigned today. Wanting to relax a little before I began my homework, I unconsciously turned on my computer, and logged into Facebook. The first thing that I noticed was the red notification sign in the lower left corner.
Ted Lee wrote on your Wall.
“Do you want to meet up somewhere, after you are done with your homework?”
Oh how odd, didn't I just see Ted a few minutes ago in the parking lot? Oh well, he must be on his iPhone. Wait . . . he shouldn't be on his phone while his is driving ! Oh well, I should take advatage of this opportunity to spend more time with him ! I scrolled down my news feed, and saw . . .
♥ Ted Lee is no longer listed as “single”
. . . Maybe this is what he wanted to talk to me about, the new relationship he was in. He certainly did not mention it to me while we were talking in the parking lot . . . I decided to respond back to his post saying that I will meet him tonight at eight o'clock. However, the whole time I was doing homework I was distracted by the though that Ted was in a relationship, perhaps it wasn't distraction but jealously.
At eight I heard a honk downstairs, and saw Ted in his car. The first thing I asked him while getting into his car was “Wow, a girlfriend already who is it ?” He had a sly look on his face, and nudged me while he responded with “Why are you so interested ? Are you jealous ?” I scoffed, and replied “No, why would I be jealous I don't even have the slightest interest in you.” But in my head I knew that I was lying through my teeth. Annoyed, I decided to get out of the car. Ted grabbed my hand, still with a sly look on his face “Where are you going? If you are going to leave, then go check Facebook once you get inside.” I didn't want to listen to him, but I was too curious to see what he was up to. So, once I logged in the first thing I saw was.
♥ Ted Lee is now in a relationship with You.
This was inspired by how distracting Facebook could be as I attempt to do homework.
Wow, I can't believe this guy knows all along that you liked him.
Touching, very touching, and at the same time, you turned something simple (the distraction of facebook) into words with a lot of meaning. Bravo to you!
I have to say that I am a very tough looking guy on the outside, but i like cute things. I have to say that your post was really cute and even though I don't have an impulse to be distracted by Facebook, good thing you did. Great post!
???? "I have to say that I am a very tough looking guy on the outside". You make me laugh Joo Young! jkjk dun hurt me okay? ♥
Ahhh, how we love technology of our generation. This was very cute and romantic at the same time!
What am I, Who am I?
Am I my mother... No I don't think so
Am I my father ... maybe .. I do look like him
But yet I don't act like him
Who am I? I ... I am a lost kid with no connection
No connection with his father other than looks
And no connection to his mother
Am I adopted? I don't think so
I can get so easily lost in what my family has done for me
But one thing is sure I have one ... broken yet it's still mine
"Am I my mother... No I don't think so"
This line made me laugh. It's almost kind of cute, the way this kid wonders whether he was adopted or not. I don't know if it's just me, but his question about his connection to his parents do make sense in an odd sort of way.
A kid wonder if he belong in the family, for he does not look like his mother or father. But I believe when he grow older he will understand that even if he doesn't look like his parent. He is still loved by his family.
Aah, a simple but meaningful story. Not to be so much similar to your parents but to still know you are part of it. There are many people in situations just as your story but they still appreciate.
Hey, you're not alone. Sometimes I feel adopted as well. I feel as though I have nothing in common, and I really mean nothing in common, with my family. These strangers love me and help me and they want to se me grow to be a strong, independent mind in the future yet, I feel like I don't belong. Family is family to me no matter how out of place I feel and I love them too. Nice post Kevin. I really like this one.
I like the second line a lot. It made me laugh Kevin. But I really really like the way you tried to question your identity and answering it in the same time.
In thinking about what to write about for my last blog entry, I thought about the various works we studied this semester in Myth to Science Fiction. First I thought of Gilgamesh, but I could not think of anything. Then, I thought long and hard about next piece of literature we read: Dante’s Inferno. Dante, a man full of wisdom, enters Hell to repent and reach paradise. As Dante goes through Hell, he becomes a changed man. Yet, to be exact, what is Hell? What is hell like? Why do people cringe at the sound of Hell? Below is a poem I had originally composed for half of the Remixing Hell artistic accompaniment along with some revisions here and there.
I had sinned and was brought before a door
To wait for a journey never before
My sinful life had finally hit
Eternal Suffering was there to sit
Nothing more, nothing less
There was nothing more to guess
I could apparently see the fires of Hell
Suffering was here, into them I fell
Nothing more, nothing less
There was nothing more to guess
Inward, I was pulled, not ready to dwell
Upon the fact that I was going to Hell
Nothing more, nothing less
There was nothing more to guess
Fuming mad, ravaging towards
The flames of Hell allow me forward
Was there anything else to guess?
I asked myself such a question
Everlasting torment was here
Was there anything else to fear?
There was nothing more to guess
I sinned in life
Hand in hand
With trust of others
Now I’ve finally met my maker
Downward I lay, feeling the pain
There was nothing more to guess
Was life really worth it?
This poem was inspired by Dante who went through Hell to recognize the sin’s that had corrupted mankind. The question I asked in the poem can be a symbol of confusion. The character in my poem was entering Hell, but was confused about what he did in life. Confusion here can be equated to Dante wandering the Dark Wood of Error in the Inferno.
“How are your grades so far in this semester?”
As usual, my mom asked me with the cold voice while we were eating dinner. She picked up a piece of meat without looking at me, and waited for me to respond. I was really nervous back then, because I had a feeling that I will disappoint her again.
“I have five A’s, one B+, and I think I can get straight A at the end of the semester.” I said it nervously.
“Why can’t you get straight A’s right now, I know you can do it. John did it, you are smarter than him right; you can do much better than he does.”
Sometimes I feel really angry after she said this type of similar things over and over again, because that always hurt my feeling and drop my confidence. In fact, in many Chinese parents’ mind, they think that their sons or daughters can do everything. They always think that their children will be the best compare to many other. Their general conversation is always to show off to other parents about how good their child is, but in front of their children they will probably say that their children are not good enough compare to others without paying attention to what good they have done.
I was inspired by the movie The Joy Luck Club.
Ah~ I really feel for you. I've seen The Joy Luck Club before and though my parents don't nag at me like this, I watch a lot of my friends endure the same thing as well. I always wonder why can't they (the parents) believe in their child more. This is why people oftentimes feel resentment towards their parents, since you can't expect trust to flow only one way.
I read Joy Luck Club. I can understand your experience. My parents used to nag about my grades, but now my parents have now accepted my grades. Eventually, your parents will accept you for who you are.
I'm lucky that my parents decided not to come to California when they moved here from China. I was born in a hospital filled with Caucasian people, and for the first ten years of my life, we lived among people of all races.
Both me and my parents have become more accustomed to the American way of life. My parents still qualify for the "Asian parents" stereotype, but they have a lot more tolerance than more traditional parents. I guess the deeply-rooted American idea of "independence" partially took over their traditional, family-centered ideals.
Parent can't really change who you are, eventually they will reach to a realization where you are who you are.
Actually, my parents are not as bad as what I talked about. I exaggerate a bit to illustrate the point. I think many parents (not just chinese parents) always want their children to be the best, and yet they miss the point that their children are not who they want the children to be. Everyone has their own identity; I think parents should guide rather than force their children to do things
I totally understand where youre coming from. Many people would describe my family as white-washed, but when it comes to grades and schoolwork, my parents have an iron fist. When frustration and anger seem to come out of me, I try to remember that they're only pushing us to help us reach our full potential and not to waste any of our talents or abilities.
You are so right, but most asian parent want their children to be the best so they are strict to the point where their kids lost hope and lost the will to believe. That's what parents do right! But I believe if the kid understand his own feeling when he was pressured as a young kid, shouldn't he learn not to pressure his own kid in the future? But know, he will just be another copy of his parent and repeat the same thing to his kid. Because every parent want and expect the best from their kid.
Sigh, why are Asian parents so hard on us? My parents are like yours, and it's like they fail to realize that we TRIED. It's a sad thing really that these simple marks on papers (grades) determine everything. Hopefully both of our parents will learn to accept that we tried and one mark won't ruin everything.
I definitely agree with you. I hate comparing other people with me on grades, achivements, and etc. Most Asian mothers are especially focusing on the grades and I think even now, you really got good grades.
I know your pain because I get this everytime at the dinner table. Our parents just want to tell their colleagues that their son/daughter goes to a prestige university. To solve my problem, I answer bluntly so my parents would stop asking me more questions.
I hate it when parents compare their child's achievements and success. I feel like they are acting as if they were in elementary school where kids just made up lies so that they can "beat" the other kid (I always lost because I did know that I could lie and the other kids would not know). I feel that it is very annoying and they are just bragging about their kid that no one cares about.
I can not agree with you more. Being the youngest of the family, I had to follow my brother. My parents favored him so much. They would always ask me, "Why can't you be like your brother? How come you can't get grades like him" Every time they would ask me, I would get angry. So angry that at one point I just gave up. They kept asking me, what grades are you getting? And i would not respond. I got so annoyed by those five words, that if they asked me that question, that day I would not do my homework. Once they stopped asking me, then my grades went back up. I do not know why i did it, but I did.
We met when we are young
What a surprising moment
We yelled when we talked about explore
What an exiting topic
We know each other when time passed by between us
What a happy period
We fall in love when we grew up
What an unforgotten experience
We got marry when we decided you are the guy
What a thoughtful decision
We stayed and worked together when we are ready for life
What a lovely family
We are forbidden by god when the doctor said we won’t have baby
What a desperate strike
We are no longer together when you passed away
I still live in my life just without a person I most love in.
I do my best to keep the only stuff you left to me reserve when people try to destroy them.
I don’t know what to do. Why you leave me behind and go first? Do you understand how many suffrages I’m living under?
I will go “up” to search you and finish the dream you leave behind.
I will stay high to look over the world with you.
I always love you.
We are no longer separated.
Inspired by the movie “Up”. I love it because it shows the most basic emotion of human. It influenced me and change my view of life.
When I read the first few lines, It reminded me of Up. Hehe And then I read your inspiration. Nicely done. Sad, but again touching & very beautiful, just like the movie!
End of sophomore year:
The phone rang multiple times with the word "DAD" blinking time and time again. Everytime it rang, my mom would abruptly say, "DO NOT ANSWER IT IF IT'S FROM YOUR DAD." We were at a restaurant eating dinner and I wasn't allowed to contact my dad at all. My mother of course was scared of my dad at that moment and wanted to have alone time with me. Months of fighting caused this awkward night to occur. My mom started to drink some wine and with her low tolerance, got drunk pretty quickly. She suddenly started to spill out her life story that I had no idea about. I guess the alcohol caused her to tell me things she never wanted me to hear or should I say, wanted me to hear "accidentally."
did you know that all the boys used to flock around me?
i was consumed in my studies that i never cared for boys and such.
but one day, my friend wanted to set me up on a blind date.
i didn't want to of course, but i did just because she was nagging me.
so i went to this restaurant and saw this handsome man-your father.
we talked and got along.
but i had to have a big surgery on my stomach and didn't talk to him for a while because of it.
when i woke up, i saw him there waiting for me with flowers.
of course this story was pretty touching to me, considering my dad did have a romantic side to him. but i knew there was more.
after my surgery, we started dating, and i met his two children.
he was a widower and had two beautiful daughters that i got along with...
suddenly, the tears flowed and wouldn't stop. two daughters? widower? my father? pieces started to come together and i realized that my sisters are my half sisters. them being my half sisters doesn't change anything at all. just the fact that my family kept it a secret from me hurt me the most and how i found out...my drunk mother spilling out her emotions and stories.
-you mean...dad had a wife before?
-honey, are you dumb? you didn't really think that they were your real sisters, right? how could you not know!?
yes, i did feel stupid, but everything made sense. the family in chino that was SOMEHOW related to us. the family that we ate dinner with three times a year when they were in town that were also a distant relative. all those times, we were eating with my father's past wife's family.
months went by with my mom living with her mother and me...just being alone. i couldn't talk to anyone about what i've learned because my mother made sure i kept it a secret.
i had a lot of bitterness towards my mom for telling me in that manner, my sisters for not telling me period, and my dad for trying so hard to keep it a secret. i just wanted the truth and i got it in an unexpected way.
dante, nor gilgamesh inspired me to share this. i was simply inspired to share this because i overcame that time of hardship by myself. i usually depend on my sisters and friends to go through difficulties with my parents, but i really learned to rely on purely me.
Wow, I'm sorry that you had to experience this at such a young age. I hope you will forgive your mother, father and you sister, because they are trying to protect you. And don't worry because God always have plans for each and every one of us. Always be happy.
Wow, it is extremely shocking that your family could have kept this a secret from you all these years. But, I really believe that they had the best intentions in mind from keeping this from you. Your family probably thought that the news would devastate you too much. I hope you and your family has/will overcome this obstacle !
This is so sad that your family had to keep a secret from you but you handled it pretty well (better than me if i had to go through it). But I think that everything happens for a reason so that you may become stronger and grow from it.
I am almost eighteen and I have yet to see any of my parents drunk. Besides that, I am deeply sorry for that terrible news. Like how America is, you need to forgive your dad. Holding a grudge over him is not going to solve anything. I hope you and your family worked things out already. Family is important in a teenager's life. Do not throw it away just because of a mistake you didn't even cause.
Inspired by tall tales:
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Sequoia who lived a gorgeous castle. But she was not content with her perfect life because she wanted challenges to face. She realized that castle life was just given to her; nothing was going to make her ever fear or have to work hard for herself. Sick and tired with her royal life, she hopped into a travelers cart who came through the palace gates and hid herself under the hay.
Once the cart stopped outside the castle gates, she jumped out and ran as fast as she could towards the woods, never looking back. To protect her tracks, she scattered seeds from her pockets which in a few years, formed a forest of “Sequoia” trees.
While she ran deep into the forest, she bumped into a giant bear. The bear growled and his eyes were fiery with anger. She was terrified and didn’t know what to do. The princess had never been in a situation like this. She wanted to run back to the castle but remembered the horrible castle life she had had: fancy dinners, reading, embroidery, and wearing gowns and heels that she couldn’t stand. Instead, she broke down crying and cried so much that it made what is today the Great Lakes. The bear ran away fearing its life because it couldn’t swim.
When she realized the bear was gone, she felt courageous and brave that she had done something for herself. As she was trembling with delight, one last seed fell out of her pocket. She knelt down beside it and a tear of pure joy streamed down her cheek onto it. The seed instantly started to glow and shot out of her hand towards the sky. That night, as she slept under the sky, she saw tiny little glowing seed like things in the sky. She named them stars, for pointing out her way in life.
Very "cute" story. It sounded just like the real tall tales where it explains how some parts of nature are created. Very nicely done. It reminded me of the tall tales my grandma used to tell me. I, especially, like the last sentence.
I really, really enjoyed reading this. You made all of this up, but you did it with creative style. The way you created this legend was really fun to read and inspired this kid in me who loved these types of myths.
Well, Mr. Feraco, I decided to submit a second post because, as I said earlier, I “kind of” used the poem for the remixing hell project. So, here goes:
“David Trinh Tran,” Principal Vannasdall calls. I am sitting in my chair at Santa Anita Park, looking down upon my red gown as I sit in the blistering heat. Hearing my name called lifted the stress that included four years of sheer perseverance and hardwork. The girl next to me gave me a hard push on my shoulders telling me to go accept my prize. The guy on my other side told me I deserved it, and also gave me a push. I stood up and walked toward that man on the stage, with people cheering for me all the way down the road. Yes, all of you probably figured out that this is my graduation, soon to occur on June 11, 2010.
Rewinding the clock a few years into the past, I found myself receiving a dismal report card in my mailbox. There were a couple “ok” grades, and a couple “forbidden” grades. My father got mad and told me to try harder. My mother, on the other hand, took it much more seriously. She took the report card, ripped it apart, and told me I should be like an ostrich. She told me I should just dig a hole, and stuff my head inside it, and never see the light of day again. I had shamed myself and my mother. I was shocked, never before have I seen my mother this angry before.
I knew I seriously had one more chance; I needed to bring my grades and my SAT scores up. In a couple more months, college application season would be here. Soon, my mother calmed down, and I went on my quest, my journey, to raise my grades, and redeem myself.
Dang it, there was that “C” on my progress report. “Oh my god, mother is going to kill me!!” She did get mad, but later told me to keep on trying, to never give up. Soon enough, semester grades came out, and I improved a mile high into the sky. Oh, and by the way, I finally scored above a 2000 on my SAT.
My mother was proud, she actually cried. Deep down inside, I knew I caused my mother much pain. Yet, when I walk on that stage, when I throw that cap high into the sky, I will see my mother, I will see my motivation.
I now present to you, the class of 2010!
***In Dante’s Inferno, Virgil pushed Dante and told him not to give up, and to keep on going, so he can renounce sin and enter Paradise. Virgil can be my mother, and I could be Dante. Paradise, in this case, can be graduation.
The ostrich part actually made me laugh, though im sure for you it hurt quite a bit. Good Job on scoring above a 2000! SATS are hard
Wow!!You have really overcome hardships and obstacles.SATs are hard and you encouraged yourself to achieve the score above 2000. Some people might have failed or give up for themselves but I think you have really tried hard to get a reward.
It seems most of the replies I respond to always have something to do with people and grades. As unfortunate as the way things are, it's a good thing that you tried your best. Congrats on scoring over 2000.
Congrats on your SAT and improved grades! It must feel good to have improved throughout high school and on SATs. Keep up the good work so you'll make your imagined graduation scene really turn out great!
He left so abruptly I did not even get a chance to know his name…
Whenever I felt stressed out, I always just leave everything behind and just take a long drive out to a place where I do not know anyone. This day is no different from those, and I just felt like I needed to get the heck out of this place. I drove, and kept driving, without music. The further I go, the more refreshed I get. The more unfamiliar places grew, the less stress I felt. And when I finally reached a town where I have never even heard of before, I stopped.
I walked into the town and went inside a coffee shop. I went up to the counter and ordered myself a cup of hot mocha. The steam coming out from the cup immediately gave me a warm feeling, and the rich aroma of the coffee filled my nose as I took a seat right next to the window, and just watched people passing by. This was a quiet little town, yet the people here shine. Not literally shinning, but you can see their personality glow by the way they were. After feeling more relaxed I grabbed my drink, got up and was about to leave.
“OMG! I am so sorry” I said after accidentally spilling my drink all over the stranger’s jacket. Then I grabbed the napkins that were on the table and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s okay!” He said smiling as he grabbed onto my hand that was filled with the napkins.
I looked up. He had the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.
He then took another clean napkin and wiped off my hand that also got coffee spilled on.
“There, hope you didn’t burn yourself, Miss”
“No. I’m fine…thanks” I replied taking another glance at him, as he looked right into my eyes and smiled.
That moment it felt as if the world stopped. I never thought love at first sight was true until that moment.
“Well, take care” he said as he left the coffee shop.
I have never seen him again…I didn’t even know his name.
Inspired by Dante’s love for Beatrice
DUDE!!!should have got the digits!I think that sometimes as well though. Whether it be quick glimpses at the mall or aquantances.
Love at first sight, that's such a great story. I hope you will meet him again in the future!
omg sherry -_- you made it seem like you actually did this. While I was reading the driving part I was thinking, "wait a minute...does she drive?"
LOL omg kristian you made me make a wrong post i feel like a loserrr -_- anyway read the post #50
Oh goody, he called you Miss.
Congratulations. Either you fell in love with a super polite guy or someone old.
Otherwise, pleasant story.
Ahhh....so sad. Love at first sight, then it just fade away. You know what, maybe I'm the nice guy in the post. I had similar experiences before. There was a girl walking pass in the coffee shop, and she spilled her coffee(cold, fortunately) on my shirt. She, like the girl in you post, got some napkins and tried to clean up the mess, saying sorry to me. When she looked at me with her gorgeous eyes, I immediately had a crush on her. Eventually, I was embarrassed by her sight, and after murmuring a few words, I just ran away. I don't know her name or anything. I looked for her at the coffee shop the next day, but she never came again. Grasp your opportunity, people, or you'll regret it later
This is so cue Sherry! I really thought this happened to you before. When things like these happen doesn't it make you mad that you wished you did something different? But, anyways this was still a nice story.
yeah if this were to happen I would like track that guy down LOL! jk.. that sounded a lil creeper status.
This is a bit personal, but I decided to write it because I feel that it I relate to Dante’s confusion and loss of identity.
Ever since I was young, I was a fidgety and creative kid and I could never keep my hands still. I would love to just sit down and doodle away, drawing anything that came to mind. As I got older, I started to like this “art” more and more, and hey I even won an award for it in 3rd grade. As you can tell, I really enjoyed art and at first my parents liked that I had this little talent within me. When I was a little older, around the age of 12, I asked my parents if I could take some art classes during the weekends because I really enjoyed it. They enrolled me into some private classes, but then they noticed a change in the next couple of years. On school nights, I would come home and draw, and my notebooks were not filled with notes, but sketches and doodles. Both of my parents told me that I could never draw again until I pulled my grades up. At this point, I confessed that I wanted to pursue a career in design and I would really appreciate it if they could let me stay in art class. My parents sat me down and told me that they really didn’t want me to pursue design as a career. “Designers don’t make any money, you should have a more stable job like a doctor or lawyer” they said. This wasn’t a surprise to me, I mean typical Asian parents can’t accept anything less than a 4.0 GPA student that have a acceptance letter coming from UCLA or USC. Not only did my parents disapprove of my future career, but my aunts, uncles, and family friends also. It is really hard for me to keep up my passion of art when my family makes constant rants about a future in art. My grandmother is the only one who really approves of my future in art, and she finally was able to convince my parents to let me continue art. However, I think this was too late, and the bashing on art has really gotten to me. Lately I haven’t been drawing at all, and my portfolio is just sitting under a pile of papers. I really don’t know what to do with the rest of my life know… how come my parents couldn’t my parents be supportive? Why is it so hard to accept that I really don’t want to be a doctor a lawyer or some type of businessman? If they were accepting, then I would be sure of my direction in life. Things have been iffy recently, and thoughts of going to PCC and transferring to a UC have been in my mind are overpowering me. What to do, what to do?
Man, Jonathan, I have gone through my high school career being pushed on by my parents. They tell me what I should be in the future. "Oh, being a 'so-and-so' would be nice," they would say. But, ultimately, I guess your parents will accept what you want to do. They must understand that you want to do something because of your interest, not because of the money involved. Good luck with your future aspirations Jonathan
I do agree on your stereotype the expectations of Asian parents to their children, but have you ever thought about the other side of the argument? I couldn't help but think that we never even give our parents credit for what they did right with us. Maybe we place too much blame on our problems with theirs.
Parents are just concerned about your future. They just want the best for you. If you feel that your calling is to become a designer, then you should go for it. This may sound stubborn, but if this is the right path, no matter who tells you what, you should go for your dream. "If there is a will, there is a way." Good luck.
Seems like all my friends are under pressure from the expectations put up by their parents. Though I do suggest that you follow your dreams, after all, money can only get you so far. Just hope most parents can understand where their son/daughter wants to go.
Doodling is a great form of expression because it is the basis for more complex art forms. It reminds us of humble beginnings and the freedom we experience as children. You should be confident in your own dreams because even if you become a doctor or lawyer with a stable job, will you actually be happy? My belief and stance on the meaning of life is that each and every one of us is here to pursue our own form of happiness. Go out and pursue yours!
This is also somewhat personal, but since this class is coming to an end, I might as well share with the class some details of my past.
Well, I guess it's time to really express my feelings about my family. My family is not the most normal family out there. I live with my two brothers and my parents do not live with us. My brothers have been in the States for around 15-16 years, they are now in their 30s. I have been here for about 7 years or so. Just 2-3 years before I came to the States, my mother left me and my father in the middle of the night. They hid the problems in their marriage from me until this breakdown . I had lived with my dad and my grandmother for a while, but I was lonely and miserable. I lost my mother, and she was the only person that I really knew in my family at the time, my mother and I were close. I had no idea my father even existed until my mother left. Then I came to the States to live with my brothers. I have been learning a lot of things from my brothers, they gave me expectations of high school and college. They guided me to choose my own path, they both went with the flow and got into the financial industry. They are very good at what they do, but they gave up their dreams to support themselves in the real world.
My brothers and I are very close to each other, we know each other well. I feel a deeper connection with my second eldest brother Eric than my eldest brother Edwin. We have fights here and there... and most were pointless arguments. Though these arguments came from careless mistakes, there were always something to learn from them. Eric will be there to explain to me why I felt the way I did, and how to understand the other side of the issue. Eric taught me how to be a better person, he gave me different options to approach my dreams; he became a replacement of my mother. But in a month or so, he is going to be married and will be moving out. I have had ran different scenarios in my mind over and over again, and it would always end in tears (he told me a year ago); I was the first person he told in the family. I will become miserable and lonely. I've experienced this before and afraid to have to go through with losing someone again.
With the pressure of this school year and the pressure of my brother leaving, life just seems more difficult. My eldest brother has been going out with his girlfriend a lot, and brings her over. Lately, she has been preparing for us and changing a few things around the house. Now, I am not saying I do not like her; she is a great girlfriend for my brother. But I just really do not like the way she is sometimes. She has been cooking difficult dishes and at the same time, needing my brother's help on cooking. But the worst thing is that she is really new to cooking and she does not know how to work around the kitchen as my brothers and I do. You see, usually when Eric or I cook (just one person cooking, with no help)... whenever we have downtime, we will clean up the dishes to lighten the load for the dishes person. But nooooo, when my eldest brother and his girlfriend cook, they BOTH have to work because my brother's girlfriend does not know a lot of cooking technique, creating a lot of dishes to clean. When Edwin is busy the whole time, no one will help with the dishes. Whenever they cook, I would usually have to wash for around 30-45 minutes comparing to when I cook, there will be only 10-15 minutes of washing needed.
Now, the three of us used to have different jobs around the house, I usually wash dishes, Edwin usually cooks and buys the food, and Eric does laundry most of the time. With Eric moving out, we will have to work around the house more. We have been experiencing this for a least a month now, because Eric has been busy with the wedding stuffs. That is natural, but I have been feeling the pressure of this year now, chores, homework, etc. I do not want to change; I just want myself and my family back.
Inspired by the idea of losing oneself after judgement comes.
I have two brothers also, but I really don't think I'm have a connection between us as strong as the bond between you and your brothers. I'm not sure if that is good or not, but it must be hard not having parents to lean on.
I have many friends who are living through similar experiences. Just want to let you know that you might still get stuck in a class with a formal classmate next semester.
it's amazing how the three of you could work together to live normally just like everyone else without the help of parents. Even when times seem hard for you with your brother moving out, the experiences and hard work you went thorugh would surely help you in the future.
-I am lost.
I just ate some fat, oily, tasty pizza and I don't know how to rid of the unwholesome.
-I am lost.
Season 1 of The O.C. is showing online and I have so much to watch before they remove it on Friday for Season 2, yet I must keep up with my studies to maintain my grades.
-I am lost.
Stage-fright makes me mumble, a reason for today's presentation.
-I get lost.
The Lakers were up by 2 with 20 seconds left in the game. I wasn't sure whether victory would be handed over to the Lakers.
-I was lost.
The economy's burning down like "the ring of fire" (Johnny Cash), almost graduating and as I learn more in econ class, I'm not quite sure what will happen for me in the future.
-I am lost.
Time is ticking and my mind is sinking.
-I am lost.
There's so many things to do in life and yet I'm stuck at home with paralyzing thoughts.
-I am lost.
Who are the people who assisted those who did great accomplishments (Ghandi's and Martin Luther's apprentices).
-I am lost.
Odontophobia is the fear of teeth. Who new huh?
-I am lost.
Stressed is Desserts spelled backwards. How ironic, two opposite items.
-I am lost.
I googled in "random facts" for these because I'm not quite sure what to write about.
-I am lost.
As days come and go, I question myself of who I am and what I do or should do.
-I am lost.
I am lost.
Inspired by the random appearing phrase that came in my mind and Feraco's question in the beginning of the year of Who we Are or whether we're defined by What we Do.
I'm going to have to second your point on googling random facts. Except I think I do it more than I should. And that spelling is indeed ironic.
I'm lost also.
Holy cow this is really random. There’s a phobia for teeth? Desserts is stressed backwards? Really? This is really strange and fun to read. In reading this, I am totally lost. Good post though. It gave me a lot of random knowledge that I probably would never use.
I felt confused, but amused at the same time throughout the quote. This helped me in the aspect of "learning something new everyday." With your quote, I seemed to have learned fun facts to tell my parents to get off the subect of college.
Extremely interesting poem, I have no idea what the heck this means at all.
I love how you mentioned the O.C., I didn't think anybody else watched that. And I sometimes google random facts and many other things, just because.
This is a terrific example of the Beat Generation literature, saying what you feel through the most ordinary of things. Great job with the repetition; you really emphasized your point and the "random appearing phrase[s]" also coincide nicely.
I like the way you organized this by listing the things that make you feel lost. There are always many things that I wonder about everyday.
I have to say, this is an awesome piece of work. It's certainly the most different style of writing I have read in this blog so far. But I have to hand it to you for taking the time to write this up. Kudos to you!
I was pretty confused by what you had to say but I am guessing that your actions don't define you but your motives define you.
LOL I DO DRIVE -_-
but this is something I would do if I did not have such limited time...
First off, I would like to applaud you for your brevity; it is hard to communicate complex human feeling in so little words. Our time in this world is indeed limited. We all die, regardless of our accomplishments, affluence, or whether or not we left a mark in the history of our generation. This passage begs the question, "what would you do if you had all the time in the world?" Would our lives really be so different? We always seem to complain that we don't have enough time but is it that we don't have enough time or that we don't use it wisely? The problem with our fast paced society today is that it is unyielding to dilly-dally and procrastination. Every moment we spend on Facebook is a moment that we will never get back. Each person has an hourglass, with a set amount of sand in it and that sand will never flow backwards. To me, the deeper meaning of this quote is to stop wondering and dreaming about the "what-if's" and begin actually living life. With the resources and information that connects the globe today, we should be constantly doing something worthy of our time. I will keep pushing forward, progressing, growing, and not standing still, to the point that I will be unable stop for Death because only then will he kindly stop for me, granting immortality.
To free write a story is a little strange since I usually write 20 through 50 pages of stuff. Let me see what to write about. I think I’m going to relate to Dante and how he was executed from Florence and how Ciacco wants to be remembered. Some times I feel like that. When I was a kid, everybody didn’t really care about me and such so I know how he feels in a way. I also want to be remembered for my accomplishments and all of the good I have done for other people. These two things are the two things that I can most relate to since I think about it sometimes when I have bad days.
Death was a curious thing. Once I died and left for heaven, I came to realize something. Will people really remember me? I always remember being alone. I was always helping others with a fake smile and laugh. Any favor I was asked of, I said yes and wondered to myself, would these people really remember me if I did? I was an honest man. I was man who would always have time for other and step out of my way to do so. Putting people before I was not an easy task but I did it and as an honest man, I enjoyed it and hated it. I enjoyed the fact that I could help yet despised the fact that people do not return the favor. My mother once told me that if I do people a favor, I must not use it to my advantage for if I do, all of my good deeds would have been for no reason. I remembered that and remembered it well, but it never really worked. I was alone and always sad but even then I would put on a smile for others. Do you know how hard that is? It’s the hardest thing to do in the world. It’s harder than laughing when you are being kicked around. I stopped believing in karma after my death. Why should I? After all of the good I have done, I died because I was hit by a bus. What a way to go. Did you know that on the last second of the impact, you feel the weight of the world crashing down on you? I bet not. You’re not dead. Why is death a curious thing? Because in all of the glories of heaven that I am provided, it does not fill the emptiness I felt inside for years. I am still alone. I am on the other side when other familiar faces are amongst the living. Maybe the Lord meant to put me up here all alone. Still alone. I wonder if people remember me. For all the good I have done for them. For all the times I made other lives easier as I hardened mine. I wonder how many came to my funeral. How many tears were shed when they found out? Probably none other than my family. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe it was me. I’ll never know now. Now in heaven, I repeat this daily routine of helping others before myself. It might be the same here. Hopefully not. I look down to see the Earth that I have lived on for these short 17 years and wonder, “I wonder how everybody’s doing?” It sounds strange. It sounds as though I would hate them. Why would I? They never harmed me. If I lived longer, I bet they would have recognized me. Yes. That’s it. That’s the reason why I have no hate. They would have eventually notice right? Right? I never thought of these things before when I was still breathing the same air as everybody breathed. Like I said… Death is a curious thing.
I wrote this on a bad day where things have gone really bad for me. I may not have shown it, but I have felt it. Don’t think I’m Emo and start thinking I’m suicidal. I’m not. I’m perfectly fine. I probably won’t remember it by tomorrow and that’s the beauty of it. I’ll probably forget. Oh and by the way, this story is about a guy who has just died, wonder if his life was worth it.
Oh and if you want to comment on my post (which I'm starting to doubt) I don't want to see comments like "Cheer up" or something along the lines of that. Let me make this perfectly clear for the veiwing audience. I AM OKAY. I wrote this out of "panic of short time" and "nothing to write about" so please read it not as a personal thing, but as written work. Thank You.
Don't worry, I have those days too. I even ask myself the same questions sometimes. After reading, I didn't think you were "emo" or "suicidal". For me, it sounded pretty inspiring. Even though he died, he's seeing the world in a different view.
Well, I'd like to start with some explanation because I don't want to upset people who read this. I have been searching for some inspiration but found very little so far. And it's likely someone will be attracted to the short length of my writing and start reading, only to find out that there's nothing worth commenting on. Oops.
Please, I'd like to give you an honest warning. Please don't keep reading especially you think this is funny. This is about how good I get.
I have developed the habit of directly answering to the numerous questions that's asked in the blog. I find it so much easier and smoother to write with the questions because I don't have to force something out of my brain anymore. When I feel like I have nothing much left to say about one question, I can simply move on to the next. Of course the questions themselves have to be thoughtful and provocative. I always do my best writing in one piece. Problem is, that I only write very short pieces. Everything else I write after that initial period of inspiration just seems like repetition to my previous ideas. To make things worse, I'm such an underdeveloped writer that my vocabulary quickly runs out. I usually can't finish an essay without switching between Word and Thesaurus.com a hundred times. I guess I totally fall short at Mr. Feraco's standards of "good writing".
Yet I also think taste is a very personal thing. It surprises me whenever I see someone putting diction over plot. It even surprises me more when I see people comparing diction to the melody, the heart and soul of a piece of music. This FASCINATES me. I have never seen this before. I think today is all worth living after all. As a musician, I would only relate diction to the sound but plot and ideas to the melody. Period. I've always been trying and trying to write concise(except when the teacher puts on a length requirement), and to control my voices so that my specific group of audience could relate to what I say. I just realized that I can never understand someone or something at times. And for me that is a powerful, inspirational idea. I think I'll leave with this. If you can't relate to me right now, well, I tried to warn you.
I sat on a chair, life fleeting before me
Taking a deep breath, I stared
Motionlessly at the opposite wall
Friends in agony and despair
Grades, SAT, Doctor, GPA...
The repetition of words had blurred
I was thankful that my parents understood
That life was more than just test scores
Grades and a job, it was about hard work
That I tried the hardest at the work presented
Before me, that I go through education
With my full potential, always learning
and never giving up hope
With their words in mind
I spun my chair in the opposite direction
Ideas ran through my brain
Typing out my essay and knowing
That I was doing the best that I could
I was inspired by the fact that everyone here seems to be complaining about their parents and wanted something different.
Sometimes I wonder how your parents are more lenient than mine, but I guess different parents have different ways of getting their message across to their kids.
Wow, I'm glad that your parents understand that grades, SATs, and such doesn't determine your future success and all. It's nice to know that you are trying your best. I believe your parents will be proud of you.
I like how you talk about your parents in a positive manner.
Your parents are like mine! My parents are not like the "typical" Asian parents because they are always like "as long as you tried your best" And its very "un-Asian" because the parents always compare their kid's grades and achievements. They do not understand that other people's best is not the same as your best.
my parents understand as well that life isnt about test scores, but about how you live it.
As long as you try your best at everything and put 100% effort into your studies, your parents should be proud of you no matter what. There is more to life than test scores and I'm glad that your parents understand that.
And She Left…
I r e m e m b e r the day when you were gone
It happened so fast, you disappeared before dawn
I was asleep, a smile when I dreamed
But I awoke from the voices that screamed
Dazed and confused, I did not know what to do
To stop the argument that made me so blue
I cried and cried, and pulled on his sleeves
“Daddy, Daddy say s o r r y before she leaves”
He fell to the ground, when she grabbed her keys
I remember clearly, he was on his knees
I reached for her hand, but she shook it away
M y h e a r t I s h u r t I n g, p l e a s e s t a y
The image of her back started to fade
“GOD, bring her back,” I prayed
My voice struggled as I called her name
And then she left, and never came…
Inspired by the lost of a loved one(?) Well, it can be many things. I'll leave it up to you and your own interpretation.
Wow...good description. I can imagine the image you wrote in this post. It is sad though.
This is so sad. I'm wondering if this happened to you by any chance. It's really deep and some what depressing but it was written very well. So many talented people in this class. I love this blogging system and this post. Great job. I like how you bolded the words and used the spacing.
Yeah, it's about my mom. This was kinda like a flashback to me, so I guess it's more vivid. Yeah, it's sad, but things are good now. As for the bolding and spacing effect, it helps add on to the drama/mood. haha
Lost is unavoidable, but i think it is how people deal with it that determines how strong someone is.
Don't worry, this happened like ages ago. My mom actually came back...I just added the "and she never came" part just to make it more intense (and it rhymed). Haha
This is amazing. As I read it, I actually saw what was happening. I think everyone has this feeling in them. Whether its from their parents, a friend, to a loved one. Everyone has felt this way before. I know this is kind of how i feel right now. Thank you, this is amazing!
Your writing is really deep and touching. Through your hardships you came out as a really kind and caring person. Often times people linger in the shadows which makes it harder to continue on. I've known you since we were seven years old and one thing I know for sure about you is that you always know how to rise back to the top even when you're feeling so down. I really admire you for your strength. I'm glad it worked out for you.
Put myself out there just to get hurt
I feel so close to you
But so far away
So why do I expect that you'll stay
But I want to be more than just friends
I know that I'll be nothing more to him
So why do I keep on writing our song
Wishing that someday
That I'll belong in his arms
I should let go
It's just a dream
Waking up to reality
But I just want to go back to sleep
Think about all the happy memories
So why do I keep on writing our song
Wishing that someday
That I'll belong in his arms
This is a such wonderfully-written poem. If not as many people reply to you, It's because it's sort of placed in the later part of the thread.
My vision and intuition has risen,
For the fact that I was driven,
I'm driven like I've never been liven,
For the wonderful things that I was given,
I've been in this familiar position,
But why am I still in the kitchen,
Cooking noodles, standing tall,
Thinking about the day when I would fall,
And when I would lose it all,
That will never be dull,
Time is my enemy,
Ticking against me,
In search of an identity,
I hope to find my destiny.
Inspired by my past
The score is 90-90, the no. 2 team in the NBA the Boston Celtics are facing off against the LA Clippers. There’s one second left on the clock but luckily the Clips have the ball and a chance to win the game. Whose going to take the shot? What play are they going to run? The whistle sounds and the refs signal for Marcus Camby to inbound the ball. Baron Davis sets the screen for Gordon and quickly pops off, the ball flashes to Davis who turns, fades, shoots – and scores. Moments like this are what NBA fans live for, and with barely concealed excitement I jump off the couch and almost end up tripping over the table. For years my friends have been bagging on me for my devotion towards the Clips. I endured barrages of “they’re not a real team” and “You like the Clippers?” daily from avid Lakers, Celtics, and Cavalier fans. And for years I’ve had to sit quietly aside and take this criticism. But no more will I stand quiet in the face of adversity. With victories over the Celtics and the Lakers already this season, the Clippers will show everyone that they are indeed a playoff worthy team.
I remember watching that game and I agree with you on how some things that are overlooked (Clippers) can easily climb to the top with good effort and work
Not going to lie, I really didn't expect the Lakers to lose against the Clippers. But I've always also a fan of the clippers. I always thought that they had an amazing cast of players. Many may not know his name since he was a role player but Steve Novak was most definitely a clutch as clutch gets shooter. Many great things out there are always over looked and the Clippers is most definitely a team in the NBA.
I know you like the Clippers Derrick. But I can't see where it ties with the things that we read so far.
I gaze up at the sky glimmering with stars, fresh air all around me and soft earth beneath my toes. A blazing fire crackles in front of me, the only source of light here in the middle of the dense forest. Sitting on the cot that night, I have gone without a warm shower, comfortable bed, or flushing toilet for five days. Sure, many people have, but not many people can say that they feel home-sweet-home in these conditions.
From the time I could hardly waddle around without tripping, let alone hike up rocky terrain, as a two-year-old, my family frequently went on camping trips. We camped at least twice every year, and by the eighth grade, I discovered that I felt most alive in nature. That was where I felt most connected to life itself--not life like a white picket fence with a successful banking job and weekend nights shopping downtown. No, life like the universal condition of human existence. Life like savoring every breath of fresh air, like feeling your heart beat when you revel in the simple pleasure of running with wind through your hair.
Nature connects me to life that existed in the past. I remember driving along the Kings River in Kings Canyon National Park in the sixth grade. “If anyone ever asked me what my favorite river was,” I thought during the fifteen-minute ride along the creek, “it’s definitely this one.” The gentle currents of the small river ambled over rocks and swept along serenely as if the water were free from worry every new day. Two years later, my cousin happened to plan a visit to Kings Canyon and asked me to come along. I remember driving again along that exact same river. While I had grown two years older since the last time I had seen the river, it was like I had never left; everything remained just the way I had left it two years ago. Back in L.A., in those two years between sixth and eighth grade, we had developed the ipod nano, tinier flip-phones, bigger malls, more mansions. Yet here I looked at the same river and scenery that Native Americans hundreds of years ago admired. The giant sequoia I tried to wrap my arms around firmly stood in that same spot three thousand years ago. In stark contrast to the constantly changing world of modern technology and over-booked schedules, time seemed to stand still in this everlasting scenery.
Nature connects me to the cycle of life. One day in the Grand Canyon, we woke up at 4:30am and hiked as high up as we could, trying to beat the sunrise. We had not made it to the top when the sun rose, so we watched the sunrise from our spot on the trail. A tree partially obscured my view of the horizon, but the sunrise was beautiful nonetheless. I watched as the light of the sun transformed dark, looming formations ahead of us into a vast expanse of orange, yellow, pink, and brown canyons as far as the eye could see, with the sun peeking above it all, offering me hope for the adventures of the brand new day ahead. I also recall this summer when I stood in front of Niagara Falls at night in the middle of the most powerful lightning storm I had ever experienced. The sound of hundreds of thousands of gallons of falling river crashing on rocks combined with the roars of thunder that seemed to menace right above my head gave me the sense that nature could smash me into smithereens. I was a small blink in Mother Nature’s lifespan, inconsequential to the majesty of the canyon and falls, yet at the same time equally part of the earth as every other animal and plant that ever lived.
Each night on camping trips when my family’s laughter and chatter fade into contemplative silence around the campfire, I have time to reflect on the day I just experienced. And always, as I look at the entire universe of stars I sit under, I think to myself, “I belong.”
(Inspired by Enkidu, who roamed in the wilderness and showed compassion to animals and nature)
I just want to add that I was inspired by Enkidu to write about nature for this blog, but this entry was nonfictional and about my true experiences.
I love your connection with nature. Nothing beats a long hike through the mountains to make you truly appeciate the beauty around you.
I was never good at anything.
Well, I was never GOOD at anything, but I’ve tried many things. I’ve always wondered if it is better to be skillful in one thing or to acquire a variety of skills but none you are very good at.
Ever since I was a child, I have always tried new things and hobbies, hoping to finally find “the one” activity that I am really into or really good at. At first, my parents pushed me into trying these new things, but soon I began to decide on my own, suggesting new activities I want to try. As my parents, I am sure they want me to be good at something, but also think that knowing a few things is just as great. However, is it too much to ask for both? I’ve liked many of these new things that I tired; I’ve hated a lot of them. For the ones I liked, I thought I was fairly average in doing them. From drawing to sports to music, I tried so many different things but yet, I was never the best in any. Sometimes, I wish I can just be great at one thing, but yet many times when I think about it, it is such a great experience to know that I’ve tried so many things in my life. It is quite difficult to pick between the two.
But why would anyone want to be good at just one thing? Is it the fact that people tend to be more impressed with a person with one specific skills rather than a variety of experience with mediocre skills? It certainly seems so to me. People seem to be extremely impressed, sometimes even jealous, when they witness someone doing something they are very good at rather than someone just saying “ I know how to __”, to which most people just nod and smile and never really care. But in the end, is learning all these skills for them or for us. Are we trying to impress other people with our skills to gain social status, or simply crossing out an item on our bucket list in life.
As of now, I am still undecided between these two. At this point in my life however, I am leaning towards the fact that we learn things to fulfill personal interests. But the main question remains, whether or not I want to be just good at one thing or just to know many different ones.
Inspired by the thoughts in my head.
I can totally relate to you. I've tried many things to, and so I was never really good at ONE specific thing.
I feel the same way too. I also tried many things, but i was never good enough to join a team, enter a contest, etc. But after reading your main question, i think it's better to be decent on a few things than an expert on one thing. Haha, good job Edwin. Made me think Oh, and I like your inspiration!
You bring up a very interesting topic to ponder, Edwin! I also have a wide variety of interests. In fact, it's because I like so many subjects that I can't decide which one to major in.
For me, I find that I naturally try to improve at something that I really enjoy because I start to want to be good at it. Since you seem to have so many interests, it's cool that you try all of them. Even if you can't decide whether to just stick with a few or not, at least you're trying them and coming closer to finding out how deeply you want to pursue each activity. I applaud you for focusing on your own interest rather than worrying about impressing others.
I understand how it feels to not be good enough at anything, but I'm sure that you have talent in certain things in life and you probably have not found it yet. =)
I am lost in the dark forest of my mind. I have many ideas. Some are beautiful, and some are bad. To ask of me to choose one idea at random is simply impossible. My ideas are like needles in a haystack. But, this haystack is just a giant pile of needles. You ask me to find the sharpest one. That job requires much testing. It is a painful process to find the sharpest needle in the pile. All the needles seem to be perfect. How can I choose just one?
I feel as if I am in Dante’s position in the dark forest. Without direction I cannot go anywhere. My mind wanders. I cannot write any single story without a purpose. Sure, I will start a thousand stories for your, but to finish one is simply above me. My creativity has a limit. I can imagine the most beautiful piece of work, but to imagine and produce are far from each other.
To say the least, I am lost. I am without a rubric and without direction of where to go. Give me purpose, and I will give you a piece of art. Give me nothing, and I am lost.
You're a genius. I am very jealous of your mind full of ideas, your should just get a pen and paper or get on your computer and just start spilling them all out so you don't waste the ideas you still remember. Keep a journal of them all!
I absolutely know how you feel. All these ideas in the head, but can't seem to just piece them together. I love how you write that with purpose, you can make a piece of art.
"Do you need help with AP Calc homework? What are you learning right now in class?"
"No it's okay. Just derivatives and integrations."
"Well, you can always come with me to Citrus and ask my calculus professor for help during our workshops."
My brother has my best interest at heart from the way he offered to help me with math. He wants me to do well in school and not have to regret about the choices I make in high school. We may have our differences at times, but we love each other unconditionally. My brother and I have not been close with each other in the past, but as we get older, I feel that I am able to confide in him with the things happening in my life. I see my brother as a very strong person in this world and I am truly grateful to have a brother who cares about me.
my sister (tries) to help me with math too! and my sister and i arent that close, but i feel like we are getting close as we get older.
My life in a nutshell
My brother goes to citrus. At times, I cannot stand the sight of him. But to be in his company still comforts me at times. Whether I hate him or love him, he is my brother for life. That is all there is to it.
I've always wished that I had a brother that I could talk to and do stuff with. It gets awfully lonely out on my basketball court with nobody to play with =(
Your brother sounds really nice!
My brother does not really show his "niceness" because he is a "tough-man" kind of person and I remember he'd always make me cry when I was little. But now, I feel guilty for all the times I mistook his tough love for heartlessness.
I have met your brother before, and I would have never thought he would be like this. I remember your last blog about him and helping people in other countries. But I can see how he loves you and cares about you. He goes over Amy's house to even help her little sister with her math almost everyday. Amy's sister always tells me how nice of him he is, and how she would just ask him for help, and he would help her until she gets it even if it takes them forever.
I'm the middle of two brothers and i know just how it feels to have immense differences between them, but at the end of the day we can't deny that they're family and we have to love them. They are permanent, the'll be there when no one else is, and that's why i love my brothers.
I can definitely relate to this story because I have an older sister and brother who have helped me plenty of times. I will never forget the help they gave me and the advice I needed from them to grow as a person.
I can relate to you about family. My siblings consist of a two sisters and a brother and we would fight daily. But as we grow older, the fighting begins to stop and we connect. I still sometimes dislike one of them but that dissipates within an hour or so. Mainly because they are poking me when I'm busy.
Teacher: Okay class, welcome to your first day as a 3rd grader! We will focus on math, science, geography, ....
Me: (Sits quietly, terrified, 1st day of American schooling)
Him: Hi, I'm "Him", what's your name?
Him: Do you speak English?
Me: (Shakes head)
Him: ..... (Walks away)
(*Bell Rings*) Teacher: Okay class, it's time for lunch.
Me: (Walks around awkwardly, no one to eat lunch with)
Him: Hey you! (Waves)
Him: Come eat with us!
Me: (=D, Walks up shyly)
Him: What's your lunch?
Me: (!!!!, Found a hole on the bottom of lunch bag, lost lunch, cries)
Him: ..... Here, you can have some of my Lunchable Pizza.
Me: (Sniff) (Devours) (Sniff)
Him: Hey! You have to say thank you when someone gives you something!
Me: Dank yu (Sniff)
Him: No.. Th-ank Y-ou
Me: Tank yu
Him: ..... Close enough
Me: Me name Mario
Him: Super Mario!?!?!?
We became friends from then on.
Today, we are still friends and I would never forget the times I've spent with him throughout the school years and I hope after we graduate, we would still be friends.
Inspired by Gilgamesh and the importance of Friendship.
haha this is a truly awesome story about how some people in this world are nice enough to share with strangers. I can also see that your english has clearly improved alot since you've come here.
haha that was pretty funny, but good story on how you meet your first friend in america
That would have been a really funny reaction to see ("super mario?!?!") in real life. Nice story of how you met your first friend here.
I always get a nostalgic feeling every time I think about the first friend I've made when i moved here. Similar to your story, but not as dramatic.
I like how you told your story and I am glad you were able to find a good friend on your first day. Eating alone would suck but having no food at lunch as well as being lonely would be horrible.
your story's so cute I love how simple minded we were in elementary school makes life seem so much easier
All throughout senior year, I’ve heard tons of people say that they can’t wait to get out of this dreaded place called Arcadia High School. People are counting down until graduation, the day they receive a piece of paper that officially ends their time at 180 Campus Drive. Graduation will be the day where many of us will gain an independence that we have long dreamed of for 18 years. Despite the fact that everyone is so ready to leave this place, graduation will be a day that I will greatly be dreading. Arcadia High, my home away from home for the past 3.5 years, will simply come just another part of my past. Yes, there are many things to hate about it, but I will miss this place so much. Most of the memories I’ve made, friendships I’ve forged (and lost), things I’ve learned, and things I’ve experienced will all be left here in this school as I move away to college.
Despite the overall hate I seem to be hearing about our school, I cannot think of a better place to have spent the past 4 years of my life. Making my way through the sea of students in the overcrowded halls, getting lost while finding a classroom in J-Building, watching a play in the cramped Little Theatre, and all of the little quirks about our school are something I will greatly miss. Yes, our school may put a little too much emphasis on grades, GPAs, and various other academics things. Yes, Arcadia may perhaps be one of the most boring cities to be in at times. Yes, Asian food gets tiring after a while. Even though AHS was not always the best place to be at times, I can proudly say that I graduated as an Apache in the Class of 2010 and I will never forget that.
So although I will be living happily in Irvine/Davis/LA/San Diego/Santa Barbara/Riverside, in a few months, Arcadia will always be my home. I will miss this place so much.
This is inspired by everyone’s excitement to leave AHS.
Austin i completely agree with you, I'm also dreading graduation because I feel I haven't had enough time as a kid yet and that day marks the end of childhood. Lets make the best of the time we have here at AHS.
Actually, I'm not excited at all for graduation. I don't feel...ready. I know some people are excited to leave high school because they want to start a new life, leave home, meet other people, experience new things, have fun, live freely, etc. I also want to experience the exciting things that are going to happen in the adult life, but I can still wait. I'm going to miss so many things. Well thought-out, Austin.
I know what you mean, I have the graduation hanging from my car mirror in which I look at everyday. Every single time I look at I think to myself, “Am I ready for college”. The answer is yes of course, I mean I can’t stay in high school forever, nor do I want to. So I take in each day, and try to live it to the fullest, because honestly, everything comes to an end.
I too, will miss Arcadia and all the memories that I have established here at this high school. However, one thing I've always felt in me, feeling that the city of Arcadia wasn't the place for me, makes me dread this place at the same time.
Love the roster of places that you'll be living in potentially. I'd have to disagree with you though; I'm pretty jazzed to leave. I appreciate everything Arcadia has done for me, but it's my time to go.
You know, I really hadn't thought about this. Not until I read your post did I realize that, like you said, Arcadia High was going to be a part of my past. I'm actually kind of scared to think of that...the place where I've been so comfortable at, and all the experiences you mentioned above...I really don't know if I'm ready to leave this place. Like you said, this place is home. Good perspective! I like it!
Why does reality sometimes turn in to a dream
you're chasing your desires but your stuck in place
and your desires seem to slip further and further away
you try to scream
begging for them to come back in desperation
you'll do anything to reach them
you scream and shout
but you have no voice
all you can seem to do is watch your failure
those desires were enlightenment
this was inspired by the realization of a peoples incredible intellectual capabilities and feelings of sheer envy.
Reading your post makes me think about my desires in life. Not only that I cannot not reach them, they are only getting farther and farther away....
Your entry reminds me of how sometimes I envy other people even to the point of being spiteful towards them. In track especially I can think of certain people who sort of squander their gifts as runners, because they could do so much more with it.
I sit on the table with my friends
Conversating like before and
Same routine continues every day
My friends laugh and conversate
We share our hardships too
My minds relieve and think that
My friends are same as me
Having same thoughts and
Laugh together without worries
They are my friends because
they have same emotions
Also they have common factors
We share and group together
Every day continuously
Sometimes they don't talk nor
Look the same I feel awkward
It seems like I am seperate
They are talking to me but
Still I am not with them
I hope I could rest one day
believing this feelings will be gone
I want to keep on the track
Once again and work hard
I dream of myself energetic again
I dream, hope and hope today
I love how enthusiastic you are about your friends, I feel the same way.
I don’t know where I stand as a person,
All I know is: I want to be great.
Correction, I aspire to be incredible.
Is it too much to ask for, fate?
I’ve been there, done that,
Got hurt and came back.
All these things that I put myself though,
I would never wish to see,
My peers having the front row view.
Nothing gives me more satisfaction,
Then to lend a helping hand.
Like I’ve said,
I’ve been there and done that,
Lean on my shoulder, I know where you stand.
I don’t desire anything in return,
Perhaps just a genuine smile.
I truly hope my words and company,
Remain imprinted in your heart for awhile.
This is the only way I know, at least for now,
To do something that will outlast me.
Firsthand advice, a shoulder to lean on,
Kindness through words, reliability,
Spreading comfort, bona fide loving,
Just being incredible company.
Inspired by the idea of living for something that will outlast it.
Carlo, I admire your desire to help others. You're right: small things like a genuine smile, a shoulder to lean on, and good company can be incredibly helpful. It's those little everyday things from others that can make me happy everyday, and I think those actions sometimes go by under-appreciated. It takes a lot of a person to always try to be cheerful and positive even to people who aren't your friends or even when you're having a bad day.
It is always nice to know what kind of person you want to become. It inspires me to become a better person as well.
Your writing is always so inspirational. I don't think I need to explain myself at all. That piece was really great.
Seeing as how I do sit in front of you in class I find this quite influential. To have you secretly support many of us is something else and I thank you. Your poem was very nice to read and inspired me to have a new take while in class.
Humans will live five times their normal life spans.
Humans will become sophisticated creatures.
Humans will learn all aspects of life and knowledge.
Humans will not commit crimes.
Humans will not be hungry.
Humans will be rational.
Are they really humans?
Even if the Overlords gave away all of their secrets, will we as human beings stay the same?
Will we still be consider as humans if we evolve into a being similar to the overloads themselves?
Does it defeats our whole purpose and meaning of life?
Inspired by the overwhelming intellects and technologies of the Overlords compare to the human race.
I believe there would be no such thing as a perfect human, so if we were to evolve into another being, it wouldn't be considered as a human being. I don't think it will destroy the meaning of life as it would rather decrease it.
Wow that's deep. I've never really thought about that, but you make a very interesting point.
Entering the gym during practice every day can seem a bit tiring and repetitive. We stretch, do dance block, across the floors, warm-up on equipment, and then review our choreography on our own. But, the past 3 years, I was on the A guard team, basically like a j.v. team in sports. I had chosen to be on the A guard because I was always avoiding one thing, World Guard. This year is my year to face World Guard, and I never been so afraid in my life. The standards are so much higher and the bar is set at an extreme. Today, we decided to do a full run, just out of random. We opened the floor, and began to set up our equipment.
“Arcadia High School, is your Colorguard ready” says Geroge.
(This is how the competitions start, so our instructor likes to make it as real as possible for us)
“Arcadia High School, you may now take the floor in competition”
I closed my eyes as the music turned on. I imagined how championships would feel, at Dayton, Ohio. The huge area full of thousands of people. One mistake could cost us anything. My heart began to race faster and I stopped breathing. My friend saw how I panicked for no apparent reason and she told me to calm down and everything is going to be fine. I stood up as I entered the floor.
Suddenly all my panicked thoughts passed me by and all I thought about was myself and how great I was going to do. My fear left my side and my confidence began to come out of me. Sometimes I don’t believe in myself enough and don’t give myself the credit I deserve. Colorguard, and performing has given me this confidence throughout my high school years. And that is why I love colorguard, and that is why it’s my life.
Inspired by today’s color guard practice that was just 2 hours ago.
The hard work and effort you put into Colorguard show that you have what it takes to be successful. Sometimes it gets frustrating when you feel unsure about the future competitions, but at the end of all of this, you feel accomplished and proud of the time and effort you put into this.
For what reason am I here?
For what reason am I feeling bad for something i did not do
For what reason?
5 years have past since I last saw the sunshine
5 years have past since I last heard children laughing
5 years I've been here waiting for the day I am free
But now I'm free I have nothing
Nothing to look forward to
Nothing to be happy about
I feel so lost, so out of place
No one knows me
No one understands me
I am alone....
For what reason am I here?
what is keeping me here?
Inspired by Dante in the woods
There is bound to be a reason why you there were you are. Don't give up!
There were once two brothers, one older and the other younger. While the older was physically stronger, the younger brother was the wiser. While playing in a garden one day, a large serpent appeared. It lunged at the younger brother. The older brother, noticing the serpent lunge, shielded his brother and was bitten in his stead, leaving a snake-shaped tattoo where he was bitten. The older brother snapped the serpent’s spine, killing it instantly, and died soon after from poison. The Devil arrived to collect the deceased brother’s soul. The younger brother, using his cleverness, tricked the Devil into bringing his brother back to life. The Devil, furious as being tricked, cursed the two. Using the vitality of the younger brother, the Devil weaved the older brother’s soul back into his respective body. Because of this, he could not leave his brother’s side for if he did, time would catch up to him and his body would crumble into dust. The older brother was cursed to live out of time: his body never aging. As for the younger brother, because of the intertwining of life between the two, he would die early and when he did, so would the older brother. So the Devil cursed these two brothers and their descendants to forever live out this fate.
Inspired by nothing. Its just that I always wanted to write a tragedy after reading tons of tragedies. I thought it would be fun and it was.
That was an interesting read Steph. For some reason, the serpent and the two brothers reminded me of the Garden of Eden, though I am not sure why. Ho-hum. Anyhow, I feel that I would be the younger brother and Pearl or Camellia would be the older brother. haha, is that weird?
Yeah... I thought that it reminded me of the garden of Eden too. Probably because it is set in a garden and involves a snake.
Four hours after I opened this blog
The keyboard remained untouched
And the screen was left blank
Frustrated by the lack of ideas
I moved on to do other homework
Only to find out that I still couldn't start
Time ticked by
As the midnight deadline approached
Yet still, I had this to finish
Now as I sat there staring at the screen
I finally realized
That this is what I should write about
This was inspired by my writing weakness that I used to have. Though it may not as been dramatic as this, this is a problem i always had when it came to writing. I usually had trouble getting a start on any writing assignment and it cost me a lot of time and work than it needed to. The good thing was that once I got about 2-3 sentences, I got it going and I was able to finish it in no time. Ever since I joined this class though, I got better at putting my ideas into a paper quickly. I am glad I got to do a lot of writing in this class including the blogs because that was really a good practice for me.
The first three lines could not be more true. I also find it hard to get started on my writing assignments but I've had more success putting ideas to paper with these continual blog assignments.
This is ridiculously true. I encounter this issue every single time I write. Its not that I don't have ideas but its because there are too many ideas. My mind is unstable, unorganized, and chaotic. Its like sticking my hand in a jar full of needles.
Like so many other students in high school, writing an essay is easier to be said then done. Ideas don't come naturally to my head, as it take hours and hours just to find a fraction of the information I needed to write the essay. But being in Feraco's class do help the problems I am facing now.
I too almost always have trouble starting off a written assignment. Usually I wait until the last day (like most people) and then at the very last second at the end of the day I hit a point where I suddenly have something to say. I believe that I am one of those people who works better with a close deadline under pressure.
Lighthearted and I can really see you saying this! Great job. This made for a few chuckles on a early Thursday morning.
I have that same writing weakness! If I can't get myself to start, I won't. Your piece was very nicely written and spoke my exact position as I was writing this blog. It was such an interesting approach to this blog's topic!
I find this blog entry to be very fascinating and Mr. Feraco definitely was correct in saying that it's drastically different from the others. I would like to first point out how amazing Connie's blog entry was. I though it was interesting how much we have in common. For a second I thought to myself, "Connie I think I'm in love with you" but that's a little creepy. Anyway, this is a poem based on the concept of "opening new doors in places." I suppose it was inspired from Gilgamesh and my own experiences. Here it is:
(A gentlemen walking through a series of figurative doors. Whenever he enters a new room, there are more doors to choose from. As he passes through this one room, he comes across another man sitting on the floor.)
-"So what happened to you sir?"
-"I'm not sure actually. I was walking through the doors of my life and then
things started getting difficult for me and I came to a dead end, so now I'm here sitting on the floor waiting."
-"What are you waiting for?"
-"A sign I guess. Or a key that will let me through the next door so I can move on with life."
-"Well I don't think it's that simple."
-"Of course it is. I sit here and one day I will be enlightened enough to get up and move on.."
-"Well whatever floats your boat. I have to take care of some business elsewhere. I hope you find what you're looking for sir."
-"Thank you for your time"
-"No problem. Oh and by the way, the key you're looking for is right over there when you're ready. Just a helpful hint..."
Well if you understand what I am trying to say then that's awesome. I know it's a little weird and ambiguous, but what I am trying to say is that sometimes when things get difficult for people in life they tend to give up and wait for enlightenment. We get disillusioned with life, and things start to not make sense anymore. When I was younger I used to feel that deciding what I would do in life would be so simple, but now that I am a senior on the verge of graduation, things don't really make sense anymore for me. I am waiting, like the man in the story, for the answer. The cruel irony is that the answer might be there right in front of me, just like the story, but I just need to be courageous and make the extra effort to see it.
Houston was losing by 8 points, they inbound the ball into Tracy McGrady’s hands, Bruce Bowen, arguably the NBA’s best and dirtiest defensive player at the time, picks T-Mac up instantly. T-Mac drives to the right and sinks a 3 pointer in the face of Bowen. The Spurs the next possession make 1 free throws and makes the lead 7. T-Mac runs down gets a screen pump fakes Tim Duncan bites and T-Mac jumps into the incoming body, with no fear, then hits the 3 pointer with the foul and sinks the free throw. The 7 point lead is now a 3 point lead and the Spurs make both free throws again. The Rockets inbounds it again the T-Mac and he once again drives straight to the right arc of the 3 point line, pulls up in the face of the League’s best defender with no fear at all, and drills another 3 pointer, the lead is trimmed to only 2 points! Now this game is no longer a lost cause, it has just became the T-Mac show and he controls the ending. Next the Spurs inbound the ball, T-Mac traps Brown in the right corner and strips the ball. He streaks up with the ball and as the clock is ticking down, he could either tie this game and put it to overtime or just straight up win by hitting the three, he pulls up fading AND KNOCKS DOWN THE THREE AND TAKES THE LEAD WITH 1.7 LEFT ON THE CLOCK!
The Houston Rockets ended up defeating the San Antonio Spurs by 1 point after being down by 8 points with 44.2 left on the clock, Tracy McGrady and his late game heroics save the day. T-Mac has been my all time favorite player since I started watching basketball, and watching one of my heroes do such a thing really inspired me and in a way taught me a lesson. That even when in the darkest times, if you don’t give up and not look back there is always a way out. I learned from watching a basketball game that when you fall in life you don’t stay down, you pick yourself back up and never give up.
Two brothers, Bob and Tom, walk into a bar to surprise Bob for his twenty-first birthday. Bob spent the whole night partying and drinking so he was close to passing out when he left the bar that night. Bob was going to drive himself home but Tom stopped him and insisted that he drive him home instead. However, as Tom was on his way home with Bob in the passenger seat, the car was hit by a drunk driver.
Bob woke up a day later and found himself in a hospital. He had a cast on his left arm and cuts that was clearly caused by shattered glass. He was too weak to move but he just muttered, “Tom…” His mutters quickly became heard as he realized that Tom wasn’t beside him. The nurse came in and told him that his brother died before he had an opportunity to reach the hospital. Bob went mad and he didn’t believe it. He tried to break free from his bed but the pain restricted him to do so. Bob remained in denial until his girlfriend came to him and told him that Tom was truly dead. Bob was still in a sense of disbelief so he was wheeled into the morgue to see his cold friend.
All Bob can do now is accept the fact that he is gone and he shouldn’t feel guilty because he died doing a favor to a friend.
Inspired by Gilgamesh’s loss of Enkidu.
I liked this. Of course, I relish tragic scenes like this. Makes me happy for what I have right now when I think of what I could have.
I like yours because it was inspired form the Enkidu to Gilgamesh relationship. I enjoyed that book as well and you did a good job of making your own story out of it.
Truly horrifying. If that ever happened to me, I don't even know how I would continue to function. Death hits me pretty hard, even if it's someone not that close to me. If I was Bob, I don't know how I would ever come to accept it.
I truly liked your story. Bob will have to live with the fact that his best friend died by trying to protect him, and now he's gone. The feeling doesn't go away overnight and I don't think any of us would want to have that feeling.
I also enjoyed Gilgamesh; I liked how you portrayed Bob's reaction upon realizing that his dear brother and friend is forever gone. This causes me to wonder how I (emphasis on the I) will react if something like that happened to me.
It was nap time. I opened my eye just a bit and saw the teacher, patrolling around us as if we were sleeping prisoners. Sitting up, I asked if I could use the restroom. Minutes later, I walked into the bathroom where someone already was. But he wasn’t using it the way you were supposed to. Instead, he was moving from stall to stall, rapidly flushing the toilet and then moving on to the next. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Flooding,” said Person “I’m trying to flood the bathroom so I can swim in it”. “Can I help? It looks fun,” I said. “Ok,” Person said. “But try to be quiet or else the teachers will hear and we will get caught.” Stifling our laughter, we tried to stay quiet, but in the end when 6 toilets were constantly churning water, we ended up nowhere near the word in any sense. The principal came into the bathroom, caught us red handed, and busted us good. We were yelled at by our parents, and had to stand facing the wall at recess, never allowed to play on the swings or slides for the rest of the week. My little five-year-old mind demanded that I should be angry at Person, so I said so. He merely grinned back. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?” he asked. I thought about it. “Yea you’re right. That was funner than recess time,” I said. “Let’s be friends?” Person asked. “Ok, but we have to go back next week,” I grinned. “My mom won’t let me do this at home, so I want to see what happens if we use toilet paper…”
Inspired by funny memories of preschool that just won’t go away. The toilet paper turned the bathroom into a janitor’s nightmare. And as for Person, you know who you are, and I still blame you, even if this story isn’t entirely non-fictional.
Your story was very entertaining! I like how you recalled the details of the scene and made us feel like we were there with you as you flushed the toilets. I enjoyed reading this, and now I want to hear more about your preschool adventures!
An evening on August 10th, 1999, my sister and I sat in the living room, wondering why my parents still hadn’t returned. When they finally came home, my mom’s red puffy eyes told me that she had been crying. My dad gave my sister and me his usual hug and mom told us that “Daddy is sick. He needs surgery but afterwards he’ll be fine. We know he will be fine…” That night, my father was diagnosed with cancer.
A Over the past 10+ years, I’ve watched my father’s continuous struggle with his illness. 6 to 18 months after every surgery, a new tumor would be again be detected. Time after time, my father refused chemotherapy. He insisted on keeping his immune system strong enough to fight his own battles and to maintain his quality of life. When the western doctors finally refused to operate after 4 surgeries, my father turned to alternative treatment. He flies to China by himself every 6 months to receive these 3-week long trial injections. The injections are painful but he would recover and return to us every time.
In the mean time, Hong Kong’s society problem is growing badly. Everyday suicides and drug uses can be see on news. It saddens and frustrates me when girls in school starve themselves to lose weight; teenagers abuse their bodies by using drugs and alcohol and when people attempt to end their own lives. While many in Africa are starving to death, while my dad was fighting with his sickness over all these years, and while thousands of others are doing whatever they can to just stay alive. It’s difficult for me to understand these actions when I watch my father struggle to live everyday. From my father’s experience, I’ve learned to value my health in order to live a full and meaningful life.
Most importantly, watching my father battle cancer has made me a stronger and more mature person. After the first surgery attempt, the doctor told my dad that he has less than 1 year to live. 10 years later, he still lives close to a normal life at home. His experience has taught me that people are stronger than we think. We can do almost anything if we’re determined.
Inspired by today’s presentation, quote from Ira Progoff and Gravestone of James Louis Petigru, and the EPB about destiny
That is really inspirational. All the horrible things going on around the world make me truly appreciate the things I have now, despite how small they might be.
I've actually met a woman who was a survivor of cancer. The doctors told her she had 6 months to live at first and I think she's going on almost 8 years since she was diagnosed. It was truly inspiring.
I can relate to this. My grandmother's doctor said that she had less than five years to live, it has now been eight. In fact, she is visiting from Taiwan, and is even now trying to play wii.
Thank you for sharing with us your story. There are many people who haven't experienced loved ones suffering from cancer, and this can help them learn those important lessons like valuing your health and believing in how strong humans can be.
My cousin died last year from cancer, and there are times when I mope around from a bad day and then tell myself to stop because I think I should be grateful just to be healthy.
I admire your strength and outlook through this situation and I believe you're learning from this experience and are a better person because of it.
I'm very sorry to hear that your father has cancer, although your piece only inspires me more to achieve. I truly hope he can overcome this cancer and live his life without any pain.
“Who am I?”
“Who are you?”
Self identity has always been a hot topic for debate between friends, family members, and virtually anyone you decide to talk to. Since second grade, I have always pondered about the definition to my existence. I can recall myself lying on my bed, staring at the white ceiling in my house, trying to carve the picture I saw at that specific point of time into my memory forever. Because I believed if I did not try to store that picture in my memory, I may never remember it again. That place and time will be blown away into the fog of memory forever; you would never see it again. I guess this is why people write diaries, post blogs, take pictures, and record videos, because they are afraid of losing pieces of precious collections of memory.
Further advancing on the topic of memory, I began to view memory as the building blocks of our identities. Consider this; whoever is laying their eyes on this blog entry at this specific point of time, how long do you think you will remember this post? Is it a month, a week, a day, or even a matter of hours? I merely ask this question because I believe my post entry won’t have an impact upon your life, because my memory is different from yours. Every individual supposedly has his or her own memory, own mind, and beliefs. It is impossible for me to know what you are thinking right now, because I am not you. However, by reading this post, you may get a glimpse of what I am (was) trying to explain when I decided to type up this post. This inspires me to believe that despite the inability of people to access each other minds, they are able to store their thoughts at a specific point of time by turning them into words, so that the readers who are reading them can vicariously access your state of mind in the past. In the end, I strongly believe that the world spins around your mind, since you only have the access keys to your own. However, what will happen after you die? Does your mind disappear, does the world disappear, or does the world even exist without your presence?
After all, the world and the whole universe may be merely a mirage created by your mind.
This is inspired by Dante's search for identity throughout his journey in hell and Ciacco's final request.
Finding my identity has always been and probably always will be a challenge to me. I have always valued identity above all else. I really liked your first paragraph.
Albert I think this post would have a lot of comments on it if you submitted it earlier. Great work
I stood at the end of the pier looking at the horizon that lay just above the ocean. I stood there, a wide-eyed ten year old excited and confident, confident because that day, unlike other days, was the day I would leave the pier with dozens of fish in hand. I examined the sky, as a particularly vigorous wind slapped at my clothes and flowed through my hair. The day was bitterly cold and dark and the icy winds prickled my cheeks, but I stood undeterred. Along side my uncle, I set up our fishing poles imagining the type of haul we’d bring in later that day. Like my uncle had taught me dozens of times before, I casted the fishing lines as far as my short arms would allow and slowly reeled them in. Unsurprisingly, I caught nothing on my first try, so like so many times before, I tried again, and again, and again…and again three hours later. Same result, nothing. I went to see if my uncle could help, but all I received was the all too familiar “What’s that on your shirt” trick and got flicked in the nose. I laughed at first, but when I fell for it two more consecutive times one right after the other, I decided to give up. Depressed, I sat on a nearby bench, hoping for better luck.
Eventually my uncle caught a few fish, so I tried again. Like last time though, I wound up with nothing. What was I doing wrong? I thought it through, and decided to mimic my uncle. I decided that I wasn’t casting the line far enough, so with all my might, I lunged forward and propelled the line as far as I could. I eagerly scanned the ocean to see how far the line had gone, but I couldn’t find it. “Where is it?” I thought to myself. Confused, I just stood there hoping I did everything right, when suddenly I felt a tug. This was it; I had caught my first fish of the day. I was happy beyond belief, until I realized that my pole was being tugged towards me rather than towards the ocean. “What do you think you’re doing?” my uncle asked me. When I turned around, I realized why I couldn’t find my line. I had tried to cast the line so far that it flew over my head and stuck to a woman’s shoe behind me. I had felt a tug because the woman was walking away, unaware what I had done. I chased down the woman and sheepishly removed the hook from her shoe. I felt like an idiot, but I was just glad I hadn’t slapped her in the face with my bait. That was my breaking point. Despite my uncle’s attempts to cheer me up, I gave up and just waited to go home. Several hours later, as the sun began to set my uncle forced me to try again. Suddenly, the ocean seemed nothing more than a sink, as fish just seemed to rise from the depths of the ocean. I literally caught at least thirty fish during that last half hour, and I left overjoyed. As my uncle and I walked to his car carrying the large haul we had caught, I thanked my uncle for making me try again. This post was a bit long, but the message is simple. We all need someone to help bring and cheer us up.
I've been sitting here for about an hour and a half now, trying to figure out how I want to take advantage of this blog assignment. It's one of my last blogs so this one has to be good; this is how I want Mr. Feraco to remember me.
So the fact that I was so uninspired tonight and I couldn't decide on what to write, actually reminded me of something that really intrigued me last week.
I was really upset about how I hadn't been meeting my goals. Everyday I come home and I write my To-Do-List on my mini whiteboard and a set of time goals for me to complete them. That entire week, I blew right past them; I came home at 4 with very little homework and planned to sleep at 10:30 because I had been sleeping 3 hours each night of that week. I don't know why but I blew right past my bedtime and I just lost it that night. I felt so useless and felt like I keep failing myself. I really needed to take my mind off of things so I decided I would go on the website all my friends had been going on, www.chatroulette.com, a website where it connects you to a random stranger for you to have a conversation with. So I originally intended for myself to meet a cool person I could laugh and take my mind off things with, but to my luck, being only the second person I connected with, I found one of the only normal and extremely intellectual person on the site. His name was Brendan and as soon as my webcam connected, he knew something was wrong and asked "What's wrong?" It was weird because I wasn't crying or anything, I was just staring into the screen blankly. But he encouraged me to tell him what it was that was bothering me and I told him about how I've been feeling so useless that I can't even complete the simplest goals I've made. Our conversation deepened and we started talking about philosophical baseline type stuff. I would say something that I felt disappointed in myself and he would give me a new way to look at it where it no longer became my fault. I told him how I felt useless that there are so many people out there that are my age right now, but are already famous and doing something with their lives. I told him how I felt so disappointed in myself that I was still here trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Thinking that most people would just say, "Oh, don't worry, you'll find it soon," I was surprised when he said, "There's a balance to everything. Those people gave up something in order to get to where they were. You may not be famous or anything, but I bet there are parts of them where they would look at you and envy what you had just as you envy what they have. There is always a balance that cannot be compromised." He told me so many more of these that I cannot remember word for word. All I know is that it really changed my ways of thinking about myself, and about the world. That conversation really inspired me to continue to just keep going. He really was the little push that I needed and I'm glad that rather than trying to escape my problems as I had originally intended, I was able to face them and fix them.
I was most inspired by Dante's Confusion, how he was in a mid-life crisis and he didn't really know what to do at that point.
“You may not be famous or anything, but I bet there are parts of them where they would look at you and envy what you had just as you envy what they have.”
I find that statement very true, and I am glad for you that you were able to face and fix your problem through having that conversation with Brendan. Sometimes we need advice or help from others before we realize that we need to take a step back from everything to see the bigger picture.
The best game in the world and I play it forever,
Forget my god, forget my savior,
I’m by my self, I don’t need no body,
Not even my girl, I don’t need my shawty,
Everybody is bad to the bone,
They cold blooded,
They all alone,
So many, its flooded
It best game in the world and I play it forever,
There are no losers, that’s pretty clever.
Inspired by Dante’s Theif Circle
Not everyone experiences it.
But when that moment comes, you’ll know that it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.
It might scare you, but you can’t run from it. It will be too late to turn back.
Sometimes you just have to let your guard down.
He sat across from her with an absentminded gaze, his fingers slowly dancing over the guitar strings. She watched him intently.
He didn’t know it, but he was playing that song she always adored.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time, then gave a drawn-out sigh.
She caught herself and averted her gaze; she didn’t want him to notice that she’d been staring.
“Do you need to leave?” she asked.
He sighed again slowly. “Umm… yeah,” he said as he set down the guitar.
He didn’t know it, but her heart sunk slightly at the thought of him going.
“I’ll walk you out,” she offered.
She got up and led him to the door. He stepped out, then hesitated and turned around to face her.
“Thanks. I’ll talk to you later,” he said. His eyes met hers and he smiled. She gave a shy smile back and nodded.
He didn’t know it, but inside her stomach had just done a full flip.
He turned and walked to his car, and she retreated back into her house and shut the door. She slumped against the wall; she had no idea how to describe the feelings that had just taken over her. What was she getting herself into?
My post was inspired by song lyrics from one of our previous blogs that I absolutely fell in love with, “Chesterfield King” by Jawbreaker.
I completely forgot the blog!! I'm so sorry! When I'm feeling depressed i turn to poetry. Writing poetry and putting my mind out is my medication. Here's a bit of poetry I came up with during my sophomore year which was the worst year I had ever experienced in high school.
When will my road of confusion end
when will i meet my hearts content
how can i grow when I cannot see
How will i know when it's hard to believe
Must find a way to stoop these tears
too long they've hidden, too many years
tired of standing upright and strong
wish someone would hug me all day long
I wish someone can tell me they understand
I wish they could lend me a helping hand
I wish I could reveal my true sensitive being
but who am I kidding?
It's only wishful thinking
This year I have gotten out of my shell and keep my mind on my sleeve. I don't hold back for anything or anybody. If I feel that I am out of my comfort zone I know how to handle it and do what I have to do. I'm a big girl now and I don't need anyone to hold my hand.
I really like your poem, and I feel touched by it. I can relate to most parts of your poem, as I think that most people would relate to. My favorite lines is your “Must find a way to stop these tears/too long they’ve hidden, too many years/tired of standing upright and strong” (:
When we as a class watched Star Wars, I already knew the plot, characters, even ninety percent of the dialog by heart, but I also discovered something else when I watched it. I discovered that the Star Wars universe always had multiple sides to it and not just the viewpoint of the rebels. I have been thinking about how I can show this other side and then the thought just hit me.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
I awake to the shrieking sounds of the alarms. Instinctively, I jump from my cot. What was this alarm again? Was it the one to indicate a radiation leak? Or the one to tell us... No! We're under attack. I run to my closet as fast as I can to adorn my armor. Epsilon 1034 my tag says. I am apart of the 501st Legion, Vader's Fist as we're called. I am a Stormtrooper.
I run out to the hall with immense confusion. The halls were alive with the sounds of blaster fire and screaming. I look to my left and see my brothers fall around me and run to their aid. Before I get there however, they die. Running to my station, I found my commanding officer frantically rallying the remaining Stormtroopers to their battle stations. As the crowd departs to war, I move in to ask him what was going on.
"Sir, what the hell is going on?!"
"The rebels have begun their attack on this station, but we'll pull through. Just get to your station, soldier! You're apart of Vader's Fist, the finest. Do your job". I could tell he was trying to spur me on, but unlike my brothers, I was a realist. The rebels wouldn't do something this brash unless they knew something we didn't.
I arrive at my station with a panic that only a womprat would feel if it were being swallowed by a sarlac pit. My station was full of wounded and those treating them. Agony and sorrow was everywhere. I found an artillery canon abandoned and jumped into the seat with the intent of avenging my fallen comrades. My focus fully trained on the rebel menace, but every time I shot a round at them, my fury boiled to greater heights. Miss. I remember my drill instructor back on Coruscant, 'kill and save the life of the empire' he would chant to us. Success, one rebel X-Wing down. Wait something is off. This isn't right.
Then a sudden gush of air came up the halls. I checked the station computer, the core reactor was compromised. No. My life was going to end any second now. It's true, one's life does flash before their eyes. I see my training, my missions, my brothers, and the peace I helped bring to the galaxy. I did good. I think I'll die on my feet than my knees.
Okay, so I just totally nerded out, but I wanted to show that even though the empire in the Star Wars universe was considered "evil", it still unified the galaxy and brought a form of peace with it. I thought in class all we basically saw was one point of view and I just wanted everyone to think about this other side and how some truly think that what they've done was the right thing.
-late blog post-
You are just full of broken promises and talk.
You told me you would come see me today.
Love is not taking someone on a walk,
Nor is it a stroll at the dark sunlit bay.
I am waiting, still waiting for you;
A year, I've been waiting, and I still am.
Under the night sky, my heart is still true.
Oh where have you gone, my love?
Go think about it, go look at the moon.
Let it be my heart, for I'm still waiting,
Waiting with this sad, sorrow, lonely tune.
I never knew I would grow up hating.
Go think about it, go look at the moon;
Go look at the moon at mid summer's noon.
This was inspired by a song by Teresa Teng.
"I have never seen someone as ugly as her."
"Her face is so disturbing."
"She would take up two places on the bus."
"I feel bad for you, sitting next to a piece of fats must be horrifying. Hopefully she won't fall on you."
"Is she a mix? She looks like a "Pig-sian". Pig and Asian."
I have heard enough people talking behind my back, dissing my unpleasant appearance, criticising my body size, whether at school, on the street, or in a family gathering. No matter where I went, there was always someone who had to point the obvious: I was fat.
Hong Kong, where I grew up, overrates women bodies sizes: extra small is considered average, small is “fat”, medium and above are unacceptable. Ridiculous, I know, but that is how most of, if not all, the Hong Kong people view beauty. Shallowness is accepted everywhere. Even I believed I was the ugliest student at my secondary school.
Being an XXL, I never had the confidence to go shopping with my parents, looking at all those tiny shirts that I knew I could never fit in. I only owned two t-shirts, one for Saturday, one for Sunday (I wore school uniform to school when I was in Hong Kong). Some asked if I had better things to wear, some assumed I had no money, some thought my parents didn't care.
But it was completely the opposite. My parents spoil me, give me everything I want. It was the people from my own country, own city who hated me for being whom I was.
After realizing how I could not fit into the society, I left to America to pursue further education and to simply be myself. Years have passed, I certainly do not look the same. I do not wear funky glasses anymore. I lost some pounds. And most importantly, I have gained confidence and more people started to befriend with me again.
I think my story related to Dante's life after he was exiled. I hated Hong Kong people for being so harsh on me, but at the end I can not deny the fact that it is my home.
Titled: I'm still young at heart.
When I was young,
I would look up at the stars,
On a clear cool night,
Just to watch those bright lights dance,
When the world was asleep.
I still do.
Sorry, i hit submit before i was finished ^^;
My source of inspiration? The stars themselves and how the older people get, the less they seem to watch and reach for them.
People around me
I can only look upward
They are big giants
We walk in a line
I can only follow them
Why can't I get out?
We walk even more
Why can I only follow?
Still I can't get out.
My inspiration is how destiny binds us and asking why can't we create our own destinies.
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