This is my favorite journal entry, but I know that I can't share it in front of class because I will cry, so I will just share it here.....
The day started off great. I woke up and felt amazing because the night before I had the best time. It was Sunday and the children were leading the worship service that day. After the church service was done, my pastor came up to the front of the church, he wasn’t happy at all. He started crying and told us that someone had died. He choked a little and couldn’t get it out. He finally got it out and told us that you had been killed in Iraq. I was so hurt and crushed. I cried all day. There was a song that kept playing that day. It had words in it about soldiers and how someone was fighting over someone’s life. The music video was even worse. It had a man who was shot, just like you, and was in the hospital and the doctors were trying to revive him. I know that you died instantly, but just hearing that song and seeing that image broke my heart. When your body was lying in our church, I came and saw you. I had that song stuck in my head. When I saw your body, lifeless yet at the same time full of life, I cried so hard. It didn’t look like you, but I knew that you were in a better place! The song kept going through my head. When I left the church I remembered the last time I saw you. It was at church and you stood up and we all applauded for you, because you were going to Iraq to fight for your country and for God’s people. I know I missed your funeral; it was only because I was so selfish and didn’t want anyone to see me cry anymore. The ironic thing was that that song came on exactly the start of your funeral service. It has been more than a month now since you died but still every time I hear that song it reminds me of you. I hear it everyday! There hasn’t been a day that I haven’t heard that song since you died. Now when I hear that song, I just close my eyes, and think of all the good memories of you and how you used to brighten up my day and make me feel better when I was having a hard time. We will miss you, but it’s almost like it was a sign from you through that song to let me know that you are in a better place and that you know we miss you. I will always remember that song through out my whole life and it will never let me forget about you. I promise I will keep an eye out for your brother.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
The Path
Here is something i have found useful in the past, just thought that i would share...
Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
-Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
... and something for when times get bad
There are some remedies worse than the disease. ~Publilius Syrus
Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
-Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
... and something for when times get bad
There are some remedies worse than the disease. ~Publilius Syrus
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Just some ideas
Not too many people are blogging, so I threw in some pieces, or quotes 'if you will'. Enjoy.
Here's A Thought:
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launce one. It would explode high in the air--explode softly--and send thousands, millions of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth--boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either-not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.
-By Robert Fulghum
Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am- a reluctant enthusiast, a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and ramble out yonder, explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks. Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over your enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this. You will outlive "them".
- Edward Abbey
Here's A Thought:
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launce one. It would explode high in the air--explode softly--and send thousands, millions of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth--boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either-not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.
-By Robert Fulghum
Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am- a reluctant enthusiast, a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and ramble out yonder, explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks. Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over your enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this. You will outlive "them".
- Edward Abbey
I've been watching you...
25 January
I've been watching you...
And have attempted to understand your mirror-like demeanor. I have seen what I see in any mirror. I see familiarity, I feel discomfort, and I attempt to see beyond the surface.I watch you watch everyone else. I watch you judge, envy, and imitate. I often watch you fail, but I frequently see you succeed. I watch you chase, and I watch you tease, and I wonder if you ever rest. I watch and wonder if you know what you are in pursuit of. I watch you try hard to please, and I watch you get pulled in. I watch your feet drag as you get drawn to the crowd. But the trail is not resistance. I watch your mirror get scratched, and I struggle to face the reflection. What I see is something new. I see a collection of people, with one shocking twist: there is you, head turned, with your back facing the silver lining that once enveloped me. And I watch you highlight my very essence, and every flaw you see. I watch you take your imperfections, and walk away from me. I watch you face your future, in an attempt to move on. I see that you are astray. I hope to watch you find yourself.
I've been watching you...
And have attempted to understand your mirror-like demeanor. I have seen what I see in any mirror. I see familiarity, I feel discomfort, and I attempt to see beyond the surface.I watch you watch everyone else. I watch you judge, envy, and imitate. I often watch you fail, but I frequently see you succeed. I watch you chase, and I watch you tease, and I wonder if you ever rest. I watch and wonder if you know what you are in pursuit of. I watch you try hard to please, and I watch you get pulled in. I watch your feet drag as you get drawn to the crowd. But the trail is not resistance. I watch your mirror get scratched, and I struggle to face the reflection. What I see is something new. I see a collection of people, with one shocking twist: there is you, head turned, with your back facing the silver lining that once enveloped me. And I watch you highlight my very essence, and every flaw you see. I watch you take your imperfections, and walk away from me. I watch you face your future, in an attempt to move on. I see that you are astray. I hope to watch you find yourself.
Some info for leyba
Here is some things u might like to know about me. I am very quiet unless I'm in a good mood or on my adhd meds. I have a huge phobia of crowds and being singled out in them for example my 8th grade speech I had I passed out from being in front of the class and because I was the only one standing up there I do ok if I'm with some one else but I just prefer to not be in front of the class all to together. I also have some short term memory problems to so I would appreciate it if u would remind me of things that are do often so I get them in on time. I guess that's the biggest things about me u should know. If u want to see some of the things I write in class I will post it here or I will give u a copy to read.
response
Erin do know what you are talking about because i was like that about a year ago and i dont think that life is a bottomliss pit i just think u might be stuck on all the bad things in your life right now and that you should not worry as much as you are right now. I'm telling you this manly because i got out of thinking that by not woring as much as i was and i had found some thing that made me happy and able to forget all about that kined of stuff. So i say to you that things may seem unbelivable bad and that every thing u belive in is gone its not its just misplacesd for now it will come back to u in time. just believe u will fined something like i did to make u happy and every thing should work out.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
I Can Tell You
I can tell you all about yourself
the you you see doesn't look the same to me
and the you you proclaim to be is a mystery to me
you're a flat character with a one sided stare
stare that's obscured by the light from your eyes reflecting off
your mirror that mirror that when your in front of you
you can't even hear
anything but your own voice
the voice of choice to make you
smile smile while you admire the shell shell where you
hide where you don't feel the inside the inside
that fits on a shelf
yeah, I can tell you about yourself
the you you see doesn't look the same to me
and the you you proclaim to be is a mystery to me
you're a flat character with a one sided stare
stare that's obscured by the light from your eyes reflecting off
your mirror that mirror that when your in front of you
you can't even hear
anything but your own voice
the voice of choice to make you
smile smile while you admire the shell shell where you
hide where you don't feel the inside the inside
that fits on a shelf
yeah, I can tell you about yourself
Monday, January 24, 2005
k mr. leyba this is so you can read what i write
How To Be a Girl
1. Act as if she doesn't care, even though she knows she does.
2. Don't suck up your pride. She knows what she wants, but is too proud to tell him she wants him back even though she see's he is second guessing.
3. Eyes straight, smile constantly, be ready to fake laugh every time you see him to show him you're fine on your own.
4. Flirt with all his friends-that will get him back.
5. Act the blonde role around all the other guys, even though it's not you.
6.Mention to him every guy who tries to pick you up, that will get him good.
7. Forgive him when he makes mistakes, even though he doesn't deserve it. Once is bad, but twice is terrible.
8. Tear him open with those eyes that won him over.
9. Make him realize he can't live without you, and no matter how hard he tries, he will never be able to forget the time you shared.
10. Never realize that your actions hurt him and that every story has two sides, even though one side seems to be blatantly obvious--It can't be her fault for the sudden change of heart.
1. Act as if she doesn't care, even though she knows she does.
2. Don't suck up your pride. She knows what she wants, but is too proud to tell him she wants him back even though she see's he is second guessing.
3. Eyes straight, smile constantly, be ready to fake laugh every time you see him to show him you're fine on your own.
4. Flirt with all his friends-that will get him back.
5. Act the blonde role around all the other guys, even though it's not you.
6.Mention to him every guy who tries to pick you up, that will get him good.
7. Forgive him when he makes mistakes, even though he doesn't deserve it. Once is bad, but twice is terrible.
8. Tear him open with those eyes that won him over.
9. Make him realize he can't live without you, and no matter how hard he tries, he will never be able to forget the time you shared.
10. Never realize that your actions hurt him and that every story has two sides, even though one side seems to be blatantly obvious--It can't be her fault for the sudden change of heart.
Only Love
I finally found some time to read some of the blogs. I really am going to try and add some more here and there. Leyba, I miss your class. Well I guess that's it. I'll leave ya with my favorite quote:
"There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made of? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love."
~Don Juan Demarco~
"There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made of? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love."
~Don Juan Demarco~
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Psh... Posers...hehe
So we all know who the REAL creative writing kids are, it's the first semester kids. You know, the ones to put their lives on the line for 50 minutes every day with the one and only Leyba. Speaking of which, I feel bad for the kids that have the student teacher. I mean I'm sure he's great and all, but hell we all know Leyba is the reason we took the class. I don't know where the whole poser title came from... I got nothing. Speaking of main stream did anyone else hit up the Express sale yet? I got jeans, and 3 shirts for only $48!
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Starting Over
Well, I'm starting over--a new group of writers. I truly miss my first semester writing classes--not that I won't like the new classes. My 3rd hour is going to have a student teacher part of the semester--i'm already hearing the grumbles. Tell your friends that it is the students that really make the class--I'm just a middleman, a bookeeper, the file boy. Keep blogging please! I know your writing here will showcase what I always hope happens in class. Writing.
peace
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