Lunch

I walk past the bathroom and hear the girls giggling, this means that I will have to fake fixing my hair until they all leave. Don’t feel like doing that today so I wonder some more and come back about five minutes later. Walk in and there are two stalls, two sinks, and one small mirror. I lock the door behind me and set my lunch sack down on top of the big heater box thing. I quick take a piss and then wash my hands. The first thing I eat in my lunch is my sandwich. Always ham and cheese-unless its Friday- then its PB&J. I then walk three steps to the mirror to clean the bread out of my braces with my tongue (I've become a professional that this). Seeing as though the rest of my lunch usually contains grapes and some sort of chips, I normally go for the chips next. With my iPod in one hand and the chips in the other, I play the music to my dance routines and normally go over them as I eat the chips. Of I will use the sink as a ballet bar and practice my moves. Lastly I finish my grapes with about 15 minutes to spear. So I throw the bag away and walk to the bubbler, located about 20 feet to the right of the outside of the bathroom. To the right of the bathroom is the nurses office and then a classroom that my crush has a class on during this time. So I walk by acting extra cute just cause I know hell look over to the door when someone walks by. I then take a trip to my locker located around two corners and sort of a long way away form the bathroom. 5-31-11 is my combination but ill have to do it twice because it never works the first time. Once its open I grab my hair brush from the top shelf and brush my hair while looking at myself through my 4"X8" mirror that has been in my locker since fourth grade. Then once I put the brush back I organize my locker a little, arrange the magnets on the door into little pictures and collect all my garbage. With the garbage in one hand, I use the other hand to take and aspirin from the tops shelf where I basically keep everything you would ever need at school. Then I close the door gently being careful of the mirror that will fall if you close the door too hard. About 30 feet from my locker is a garbage so I throw my trash away and walk another 30 feet to the bubbler for some water to take my aspirin with. Next I walk back around two corners to enter the middle school. I wander around in there for a while, normally walking past old classrooms saying "hello" to old teachers and then finding my sister (she's easy to find because she doesn’t wander as much as I do). Then my thoughts get to me and I go back to the High school thinking that I will get in trouble for being there (which is very impossible). I now normally have about 8 minutes left so I wander some more. I stop into a different bathroom to fix my hair and then I leave. With about 5 minutes left, I walk around in a circle to pass my crushes class one more time and keep going around two corners to get to my locker once more. I then open my locker, entering my combination twice. Once its open, I put my phone and IPod into the front pocket of my black laptop case. Then I throw it into my right arm like a baby. Putting my black folder behind it, and my pencil pouch to the right of it. I then walk around for about two more minutes. At this time the bell to excuse lunch will ring and the hall will flood with stupid, hyper, loud, rude high scholar's. So I walk back to my locker and put in my combination twice. With five minutes to be to my class, I have to pretend to grab my books like the rest of the kids. So I but everything back in my locker. Check my phone and then pick everything back up again. Now I walk to my next class, open the door, take my seat, and get to work like nothing ever happened.

UW-Parkside 20.8

1 hour and 9 minutes

Today I met a woman A nun from Uganda Africa She told us her tales about the war The rebel army taking over Brain washing her community and killing all in their path She told us about the harm it brought the her village Her culture was destroyed before their eyes We got the chance to ask her questions And when we asked her what she thought of the rebels She told us "I forgave them, it is our job to forgive and let these people back in to our community again" This touched my heart The simple act of forgiveness This goes a long way

She has problems too. She wants to know where she comes from. She wants to know who the people are that fell so madly in love that they just had to make her. She wants to know who the people were that hail from this land many years ago. She wants to know were it all started.. She wants to know where her last name comes from and where she is from. She wants to here her mother sing and wear her daddy's tie. She longs to smell her mammas perfume and feel her fathers scruff. She uses the art and the academics to cover it all up. She holds pain in those hands. You can see the past tears in her eyes. She wants to know.

You Beautiful Girl

Look that those wrists, they used to carry you blood and cuts you beautiful girl, they now carry pearls. Look at your make up, its used to be so smeared you beautiful girl, now you look like a princess. Look at your smile, it used to frown you beautiful girl, you are smiling. Look at your past, it brought you down. You beautiful girl, you are so much stronger than it. You beautiful girl you never let it hold you back. You beautiful girl, you've learned from it. You beautiful girl, that’s why you’re so beautiful.

Quitting

Quitting hasn’t been as big of a deal as I thought it would be Sometimes yeah, ill crave one And yeah I took a couple hits off my friends E-Cigg But really its like I never did it in the first place Sometimes ill see bus on the street while I'm walking and think to my self that those used to be mine But not anymore They are other peoples that are currently dying while I'm living Which makes me happy