Is death really death? I mean when you die do you really die? People talk about the places you will go after death. They say you will stay there for eternity. Some people speak of heaven. And some of hell. But if you live after you are dead than your not actually dead. When people say “R: Rest, I: In, P: Peace (RIP), does it really mean that you will die, because when you rest you some how always wake up. In millions of years will we all wake up? Will we all walk the Earth once again? Or will we just spend the rest of forever in were ever this place is that people go when they…..when they well go? This might just be the start of a new beginning. I mean if you really think about it, when the entire human population is extinct then we will all be still living if there is some sort of after life.
After life?
A magical place full of laughter, joy, and happiness. They place where tears are never shed and smiles stay. They sleep on clouds and live in the sky. Everyone has their youth back and no one has any disabilities. The man who runs this is god. The most wonderful man in the world. Known to be able to do anything. Can make anything happen. He controls us. But not in the bad way. He will chose what you will say, do, think, see, and even when you breathe. So very humble and kind. Close to everyone’s hearts he will stay. He is the one who loves you. The one and only god.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Just Something That Was Going Through My Mind in #2 hour Yesterday
I really don't know what it is. What is it that makes me so sad? That makes me cry every night. The thing that holds back my laughs. The laughter kept inside is aching to get out and the saddnes is going to eat me alive. Could it seriously be that my brother is gone? This military school is not the right thing for him. Even though my parents think it is, they are wrong. it is just making him worse. he is homesick and he wont get any nicer when he is mad every day.I never thought that it would hit me like this. I never knew that I would miss him so bad. Almost to the point of breaking out and going crazy but I know that if I don't keep it inside things will happen. and not terribly bad things but just the things that I don't feel like dealing with right now. I never knew that I was this emotional. I am seeing a whole new side of me that I have never seen before. But of course no one else has seen it either so its kind of like this part of me doesn't even exist. I think I do miss him. I'm yet positive that it is him but it might as well be. (dont worry im fine).
Thursday, March 25, 2010
I was walking down the hall, on top of the rugged, dirty, torn carpet. and next to the walls of dripping mold. One door, guitar, another, flute, one room dance, and another piano. One particular door that stood out was the one at the end of the hall. it stood out because of the beautiful sound coming from what seemed to be the other side of it. through the crack of the door was a girl, and not just any girl. she was singing, she sang like an angel, with a face to match. The melody that she was singing was fromilular.
"I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do, when ever you need me...."
I started so sing along, that is until she screamed.
"Your...Your....Your amazing!" I said.
"your not so bad your self" she said with and eager tone.
"Sing for me" I demanded, kindly
"I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, and I'll be there..."
"I...I...I'v never been so astonished in my life, so amused, your the best singer I've ever heard in my life, you mam have a gift!"
"well I wouldn't say...."
before she knew it she was swiped off of her feet and we both kissed.
TEN YEARS LATER
now a days we are both graduated from the school if preforming arts and we sing in many competitions together. also for events such as weddings, beauty pageants, the national anthem at sporting events, etc.
we have experienced fame and i think this is the life that i going to keep. all of this because i peaked in a door ten years ago to hear a girl sing.
"I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do, when ever you need me...."
I started so sing along, that is until she screamed.
"Your...Your....Your amazing!" I said.
"your not so bad your self" she said with and eager tone.
"Sing for me" I demanded, kindly
"I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, and I'll be there..."
"I...I...I'v never been so astonished in my life, so amused, your the best singer I've ever heard in my life, you mam have a gift!"
"well I wouldn't say...."
before she knew it she was swiped off of her feet and we both kissed.
TEN YEARS LATER
now a days we are both graduated from the school if preforming arts and we sing in many competitions together. also for events such as weddings, beauty pageants, the national anthem at sporting events, etc.
we have experienced fame and i think this is the life that i going to keep. all of this because i peaked in a door ten years ago to hear a girl sing.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Olympic Figure Skating
My coach pats me on the back as I skate to the middle of the rink. The ice skate’s toe pick hits the frozen water and I suddenly stop. I stand in my first pose and wait for the music. Suddenly it starts the music is blaring, the crowd is also. My routine is flawless and my outfit is as sparkly as Michael Jackson’s glove. The routine is four minutes that was the requirement. It’s not like a regular routine because it is so upbeat. Some hip hop moves were incorporated into it also. The last beat of my song is a huge bang. The music sounds quick enough for me to do a Russian split jump in mid second and land in a flamingo position. The crowds as well as the judges give me a standing ovation. Roses are thrown. My coach runs out onto the ice to congratulate me. We both skate off the ice together and sit on a bench wile the judges tally my score. Unexpectedly the announcer comes on the loud speaker to announce my scores.
“Keep in mind that the judges can only give a score up to 6.0.” he said.
“Did I do well?” I asked my coach.
“You know you did wonderful, I have never run out onto the ice for a student before in my life.” My coach said with a smile on his face.
“And Ally Pfister’s scores are…” the announcer said.
“6.0” he said as I smiled.
“6.0” he said again as my smile got bigger.
“6.0” he said another time and I gave a tiny mouse scream.
“And the last score is……” the announcer yelled as the drum rolled
“6.0!” he screamed into the microphone, then I screamed, then my coach screamed, then the crowd screamed, some other contestants frowned.
Later I stepped onto the podium with the second and third place winners. The Olympic anthem played in the background. Last years winners came and put the medals around our necks and gave us each a bouquet of flowers. This is the best day of my life so far. I am speechless right now. The press is all around me. The words won’t even come out of my mouth. I am well I am ecstatic, overjoyed, and thrilled. The new life of Ally Pfister has begun here, today. I guess skating is my talent.
“Keep in mind that the judges can only give a score up to 6.0.” he said.
“Did I do well?” I asked my coach.
“You know you did wonderful, I have never run out onto the ice for a student before in my life.” My coach said with a smile on his face.
“And Ally Pfister’s scores are…” the announcer said.
“6.0” he said as I smiled.
“6.0” he said again as my smile got bigger.
“6.0” he said another time and I gave a tiny mouse scream.
“And the last score is……” the announcer yelled as the drum rolled
“6.0!” he screamed into the microphone, then I screamed, then my coach screamed, then the crowd screamed, some other contestants frowned.
Later I stepped onto the podium with the second and third place winners. The Olympic anthem played in the background. Last years winners came and put the medals around our necks and gave us each a bouquet of flowers. This is the best day of my life so far. I am speechless right now. The press is all around me. The words won’t even come out of my mouth. I am well I am ecstatic, overjoyed, and thrilled. The new life of Ally Pfister has begun here, today. I guess skating is my talent.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
short story
Dear Diary, (2-10-04)
Remember me? Justice? I know its been a long time but don’t worry because everything it fine. Well today would be described as a great day for me. The sun is shinning and the birds are singing. The waves on the beach are smoothly flowing and the kids are all laughing. It is the second week in our new house and it has been great. We unpacked the last box last night and we hope to be starting a box free life from now on because this is the 7th time that I have moved in my life. I do say that this is may favorite place I’ve lived so far. I have lived in 4 different states and none of them are as good as Fort Myers Beach, west Florida. We go swimming every day and I have six different sun burns overlapping each other but it doesn’t matter because I am having so much fun. My mother has just called me to go swimming again and I cant wait. So I got to got (bye).
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-11-04)
Last night my sister Hope and I cried our self’s to sleep. Why you ask? Because while we were swimming we heard some screams behind us so we looked out deep into the sea and saw our parents, up to their eyes in water. They were sucked into the under tide and droned to death. With a loud splash they were pulled under within seconds. There was nothing that we could do about it. That was the last time that I saw my parents. It is aggravating because I had to watch my parents die at the age of 15. The police found out and the social workers are coming to get us tomorrow. My sister and I will be split up. I will have to move out of my house and live in a foster home.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-12-04)
The social workers are at our house and Hope and I are down at the gulf saying our goodbyes. A cruse ship recently docked at the pier next to us. We have decided to get on it.
We snuck on and don’t ask how because I truthfully don’t know. We found and empty cabin and they think we are real passengers on the ship. The room service is free and we go swimming all the time. This is like paradise on water. All the people are so nice and they have crafts on the third floor every day at 1:00.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-14-04)
The titanic has happened all over again. We have hit an Ice burg and the ship sunk. My sister and I are floating in a life boat, helplessly in the middle of no were. We are hungry and scared. We don’t have any thing to do. And for that matter we don’t even know what to; do so we just sat and talked. We talked about the good days. Also about the bad days, but mostly the good days. It was nice. No intrusions, total silence and Hope really opened up to me.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-15-04)
We have just landed on a stranded island and the reason that we know it is stranded is because Hope and I have been look in for food for two hours and saw absolutely no people or food.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-15-04) #2
To help the annoying sound of my sister’s cry I told her to go swimming. She sprung off of her feet and ran to the water. I guess I do have some pretty good plans. Well after about ten minutes in the water, I heard Hope holler my name. I though that she was drowning but when I caught her with my eye, I saw that she was running to me.
“J. J. J. J. guess what!” she panted excitedly
“what do you want Hope?” I said
“I FOUND A REFRIGIRATOR FROM THE SHIP!” Hope said
“so we have food!?” I said
After three long hours of dragging the refrigerator out of the water we opened it up and dug in. the door was locked but Hope found a stone and busted it open. There were all kinds of foods and keep in mind that this refrigerator was probably bigger than fat Albert.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (1-2-05)
Hope and I have been living here for almost a year now and we kind of love it. Its like our own private island. We have food from the refrigerator still and when that runs out we will just use nature to feed and protect us. This is the beginning of our tropical life.
-Justice Grace
Remember me? Justice? I know its been a long time but don’t worry because everything it fine. Well today would be described as a great day for me. The sun is shinning and the birds are singing. The waves on the beach are smoothly flowing and the kids are all laughing. It is the second week in our new house and it has been great. We unpacked the last box last night and we hope to be starting a box free life from now on because this is the 7th time that I have moved in my life. I do say that this is may favorite place I’ve lived so far. I have lived in 4 different states and none of them are as good as Fort Myers Beach, west Florida. We go swimming every day and I have six different sun burns overlapping each other but it doesn’t matter because I am having so much fun. My mother has just called me to go swimming again and I cant wait. So I got to got (bye).
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-11-04)
Last night my sister Hope and I cried our self’s to sleep. Why you ask? Because while we were swimming we heard some screams behind us so we looked out deep into the sea and saw our parents, up to their eyes in water. They were sucked into the under tide and droned to death. With a loud splash they were pulled under within seconds. There was nothing that we could do about it. That was the last time that I saw my parents. It is aggravating because I had to watch my parents die at the age of 15. The police found out and the social workers are coming to get us tomorrow. My sister and I will be split up. I will have to move out of my house and live in a foster home.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-12-04)
The social workers are at our house and Hope and I are down at the gulf saying our goodbyes. A cruse ship recently docked at the pier next to us. We have decided to get on it.
We snuck on and don’t ask how because I truthfully don’t know. We found and empty cabin and they think we are real passengers on the ship. The room service is free and we go swimming all the time. This is like paradise on water. All the people are so nice and they have crafts on the third floor every day at 1:00.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-14-04)
The titanic has happened all over again. We have hit an Ice burg and the ship sunk. My sister and I are floating in a life boat, helplessly in the middle of no were. We are hungry and scared. We don’t have any thing to do. And for that matter we don’t even know what to; do so we just sat and talked. We talked about the good days. Also about the bad days, but mostly the good days. It was nice. No intrusions, total silence and Hope really opened up to me.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-15-04)
We have just landed on a stranded island and the reason that we know it is stranded is because Hope and I have been look in for food for two hours and saw absolutely no people or food.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (2-15-04) #2
To help the annoying sound of my sister’s cry I told her to go swimming. She sprung off of her feet and ran to the water. I guess I do have some pretty good plans. Well after about ten minutes in the water, I heard Hope holler my name. I though that she was drowning but when I caught her with my eye, I saw that she was running to me.
“J. J. J. J. guess what!” she panted excitedly
“what do you want Hope?” I said
“I FOUND A REFRIGIRATOR FROM THE SHIP!” Hope said
“so we have food!?” I said
After three long hours of dragging the refrigerator out of the water we opened it up and dug in. the door was locked but Hope found a stone and busted it open. There were all kinds of foods and keep in mind that this refrigerator was probably bigger than fat Albert.
-Justice Grace
Dear Diary, (1-2-05)
Hope and I have been living here for almost a year now and we kind of love it. Its like our own private island. We have food from the refrigerator still and when that runs out we will just use nature to feed and protect us. This is the beginning of our tropical life.
-Justice Grace
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Papa's Parrot
Have you ever wondered what would happen to your pet if you had a heart-attack? When Mr. Tillian has a heart-attack and has to stay in the hospital, his son helps with the bird and they both realize that they need each other more than they think they do. Cynthia Rylant’s comedy, “Papa’s Parrot” makes me remember a story that my mom used to tell me as a child and also recall a lesson that was taught.
“Papa’s Parrot”’s mode of literature is a comedy. Being a comedy you know that the story has to be realistic. It starts in normalcy when it says, “his father was fat and merely owned a candy and nut shop, Harry Tillian liked his papa”. This is a perfectly normal scene and there is absolutely nothing uncanny about it. The conflict arises when Harry’s Dad has a heart attack. The main character realizes this and does something about it when he goes to his Dad’s house to feed the bird and maybe clean up the house a little bit. Harry then goes to the hospital to visit is Father because they don’t talk much any more and he feels awful about it; this is when the conflict gets resolved. The story returns to normalcy when Harry’s Dad is getting better and when he is now going to take over the candy shop until he is completely healed. Also the purpose of a comedy is that people like conflict resolution and this story had a great resolution.
Even though this story is a comedy, it also reminds me of a story from the past. When I was a little girl my Mom used to tuck me into bed and then tell me a bedtime story every night, she would make them up as she told the story which made them very interesting. One night I was in bed and she told me a story of a man who lived a normal life and decided to go on a vacation far away, but when he left his home he also left his dog by mistake, this is where the conflict arises. The dog was alone in the house until the neighbor came over because she wanted to borrow a cup of sugar for the cake she had been making. She knocked on the door and there was no answer so she went in. She found that there was nothing in the house except for the dog. He was curled up in a ball, sleeping on the couch. He woke up and ran to her. The neighbor then looked at the calendar and saw that two of the days that had passed had not been crossed off so she had thought that the owner of the house had been gone for that long, this is when the main character realizes the conflict. The neighbor then riffled through every cabinet until she found the dog food. When she did, she filled the dog’s bowl with the food and the other bowl with water. The dog ate the whole thing within the time-span of about one minute. The mans neighbor brought the dog to her house so that she could take care of him until the owner came home. When the owner arrived home, this is where the conflict gets resolved. And when the two people go back to living a normal life, that is when the normalcy begins again. This story is similar to “papa’s parrot” because both of the pets were left alone when the owners were occupied with something else so someone found them and took care of them. When the owners were able to take care of the pets again, that is when the conflicts are resolved. They are also both comedies. “Papa’s Parrot” reminds me of a childhood story and also teaches a lesson. The lesson taught was that you should spend more time with your loved ones because you never know when your/their last day is going to be so you should live everyday like it is your last. When Harry’s Dad had the heart-attack the felt terrible because he grew apart from his Dad and they didn’t talk anymore, so when he found out about the heart-attack he was scared because he could have lost his Dad.
The gloomy comedy of “Papas Parrot” has many things such as a life lesson and a blast from my past. This story teaches that when you love someone you need to show it because you could be gone any second and you never know when so spend as much time with them as you can so that when one of you go you wont regret not being with them.
“Papa’s Parrot”’s mode of literature is a comedy. Being a comedy you know that the story has to be realistic. It starts in normalcy when it says, “his father was fat and merely owned a candy and nut shop, Harry Tillian liked his papa”. This is a perfectly normal scene and there is absolutely nothing uncanny about it. The conflict arises when Harry’s Dad has a heart attack. The main character realizes this and does something about it when he goes to his Dad’s house to feed the bird and maybe clean up the house a little bit. Harry then goes to the hospital to visit is Father because they don’t talk much any more and he feels awful about it; this is when the conflict gets resolved. The story returns to normalcy when Harry’s Dad is getting better and when he is now going to take over the candy shop until he is completely healed. Also the purpose of a comedy is that people like conflict resolution and this story had a great resolution.
Even though this story is a comedy, it also reminds me of a story from the past. When I was a little girl my Mom used to tuck me into bed and then tell me a bedtime story every night, she would make them up as she told the story which made them very interesting. One night I was in bed and she told me a story of a man who lived a normal life and decided to go on a vacation far away, but when he left his home he also left his dog by mistake, this is where the conflict arises. The dog was alone in the house until the neighbor came over because she wanted to borrow a cup of sugar for the cake she had been making. She knocked on the door and there was no answer so she went in. She found that there was nothing in the house except for the dog. He was curled up in a ball, sleeping on the couch. He woke up and ran to her. The neighbor then looked at the calendar and saw that two of the days that had passed had not been crossed off so she had thought that the owner of the house had been gone for that long, this is when the main character realizes the conflict. The neighbor then riffled through every cabinet until she found the dog food. When she did, she filled the dog’s bowl with the food and the other bowl with water. The dog ate the whole thing within the time-span of about one minute. The mans neighbor brought the dog to her house so that she could take care of him until the owner came home. When the owner arrived home, this is where the conflict gets resolved. And when the two people go back to living a normal life, that is when the normalcy begins again. This story is similar to “papa’s parrot” because both of the pets were left alone when the owners were occupied with something else so someone found them and took care of them. When the owners were able to take care of the pets again, that is when the conflicts are resolved. They are also both comedies. “Papa’s Parrot” reminds me of a childhood story and also teaches a lesson. The lesson taught was that you should spend more time with your loved ones because you never know when your/their last day is going to be so you should live everyday like it is your last. When Harry’s Dad had the heart-attack the felt terrible because he grew apart from his Dad and they didn’t talk anymore, so when he found out about the heart-attack he was scared because he could have lost his Dad.
The gloomy comedy of “Papas Parrot” has many things such as a life lesson and a blast from my past. This story teaches that when you love someone you need to show it because you could be gone any second and you never know when so spend as much time with them as you can so that when one of you go you wont regret not being with them.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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