Real Names

"Day and Night"

In my dreams, my name is graceful swan-

beautifully flying through the dark night sky.

When I wake up, my name is dazed and distracted,

in the state between asleep and awake.

In school, my name is "girl who gets good grades,"

known for nothing other than my report card.

To my friends, my name is sunshine,

always looking on the bright side.

At home, my name is busy bee,

always working hard on various activities.

As I fall asleep, my name is peaceful philosopher,

contemplating the thoughts bouncing around in my brain.

"Today, Tomorrow, Yesterday"

Yesterday my name was drama nerd,
working hard on the day's activities.
Today my name is sleepy scholar-
tired, but working hard.
Tomorrow my name will be nervous Nelly,
anxious about the opportunity being presented.
Secretly, I know my name is shining star
whose light has been hidden.
My name once was carefree child,
free from worry about the world.

Sunshine, trees, and clouds!

This reminds me of the tree in Disney World in the Animal Kingdom. I think it's called the "Tree of Life" or something like that. I don't remember a lot about it, but I remember that it has a whole bunch of carvings in it. But...aren't trees always growing? Do they have to recarve it every so often? I wonder how they keep it so nice looking all the time...Is it a real tree, even? I really like the sky in this picture too. For some reason, I've always been fasinated by the sky and the clouds and the shapes they make. However, the sunny sky is so much better than a cloudy day. Personally, I like my vitamin D, and the sun boosts my mood! :)

Floating

I don't even know what this picture reminds me of. She looks like she's floating. Speaking of floating, that reminds me of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when Charlie and his grandpa drink the bubble potion stuff and they start floating all over the place, but then they burp and it helps them get down. I wish stuff like that actually existed, it would be cool to fly. Although, I suppose it COULD be dangerous if you flew all the way up in the sky and couldn't get back down. Like, if someone was incapable of burping...how would they get down?

Farm land

This picture reminds me of my dad. He doesn't farm anymore, but he grew up on a farm, along with my grandpa and grandma and a brother and what seems like a zillion sisters. I would not be able to live with that many sisters. Girls are too dramatic. I remember one time, he told me that he helped deliever cow triplets, which was a huge deal, but his sisters got the credit for it. He also told me about this one cow that he raised named Handsome. Handsome would sit in the barn and watch TV with them, and actually the family became pretty attached to him. It didn't matter, though, because, well, on a farm...well, let's just say, he said it was the best cow he ever tasted, because he was treated so well. It's stories like that that make me want to become a vegitarian. I just can't do it though. I've managed to avoid red meat, but I can't pass up a nice juicy steak sometimes...or nachos from DQ...it's so hard to give it up!

Train Tracks...

This might be a little morbid, but this picture reminds me of the Holocaust. It reminds me of the trains that took the Jews to the concentration camps. Sometimes I have dreams about the Holocaust; they're really frightening, actually. Sometimes, I'm just watching it all, and I can't do anything about it. Sometimes, I'm a Jew, a mother, or a child, about to be sent to the gas chamber. Sometimes, I know they're coming to get me, but feel like no one wants to do anything to stop it, or they don't care enough to. The worst ones, though, are the ones where I'm a Nazi, doing these horrible things to people who don't deserve it, even though I know it's wrong. On a happier note, the fact that the picture is black and white, reminds me of the olden days before colored pictures were developed. It's interesting how much technology has developed since then. We went from not being able to take pictures at all, to black and white, to color, to digitial, to high definition, and that's not even including video and everything that goes with it.

“Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.”

"Love is the condition in which the happiness
of another person is essential to your own."
-Robert Heinlein

What is LOVE exactly? I mean, you can say you love a person, but do you really know what you're saying/implying/promising?

Love isn't a word that is taken lightly. However, everyone deserves love, in my opinion.

I have loved, and do love, many people. I love my mom, of course, but not just because she's my mom. She has done so much for me, and every day I see more and more simalarities between us. As I grow up, I see more how my mom has affected me as a person, and I am so thankful for it. I love my dad, too. Even though he's gone a lot with work lately, I see how much he loves what he does, and he really does love me too. I will always be my Daddy's little girl. :) I love my brother, even though he can be annoying and boy like and...well, that's a little brothers' job, right? We get a long better lately, and he really is one of my best friends, even though I want to scream at him a lot of the time.

Okay, so, I love my family, that's a given. But what about my friends? What about relationships? They're all important in anhigh schooler's life, whether or not adults think so or not. Teenagers get the reputation for being naive and flighty, but some of us really do think before we do things. It's just, we have the capacity to love just as much as anyone else in this world does, but we just show it in different ways. Of course, there's exceptions to every rule.

There's different types of love, and all of them imply some sort of promise to a person when you say it to them. There's friendship love, family love, romantic love, puppy love, etc. To every person I love (and every type of love), I fully intend to keep this promise. I will never ever let you down, and I will always put you before myself.

"What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us." -Helen Keller

"There are places I’ll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all."
- There Are Places I'll Remember, The Beatles

I remember playing house with my grandpa every night after dinner. He would come over, and I would always get him his tea and talk with him and my mom as he seemed to take forever to drink it. As soon as he was done with his tea we would always play some sort of game- hide and seek, house, school (with me as the "magical" teacher, of course, and him as the student). I would always be a Mrs. Frizzle sort of character and he and my brother would just go along for the ride, wherever my imagination wanted to take them. I usually ended up being multiple characters at one time, changing my voice as I slipped into the persona of someone else. It was fun not being me for a change. When we played hide and seek, I remember one time, I one of my dolls underneath the covers, with just a little bit of her hair sticking out, and then went and hid somwhere else. At the time, he totally played along with it, even thought I made it completely obvious where I was hiding and that, in fact, the doll wasn't me. I remember his 70th birthday party and the look on his face- he was so surprised. It was that day that he taught me how he had been spending his Sunday nights when he wasn't at dinner with us- he was polka dancing instead. Yes, maybe being excited to learn how to polka dance is a little odd, but I really did enjoy it. I can't say I remember how to polka dance now, but from now on, I will always associate polka with my grandpa- and no one else. It's something unique to just us. That's what I loved about him. He was unique. He didn't spoil me, persay. He loved me with all of his heart, and even though I am sad that I cannot spend any more time with him, I know that all of the memories that only we share will keep me going for a long time. Memories are powerful things. They keep you going through hard times, and even though it's painful remembering happy things that you can no longer experience, the important thing is that you DO remember the happy things and be happy about them. Be grateful that you had happy experiences, because some people don't have that opportunity.