After reading Mr. T's blog I thought about what is really important in life. It is not important to be the lead in the musical, it is not importnat to be the smartest, the prettiest, or the best. What is important is if you touched someone's life. If you changed someone for the better. Think how much you could do if you only thought less about yourself and more about others. If we all did acts of service because we wanted to and not for the thanks we would receive we might make a difference. If we could all love a little more, frown a little less, and say something kind to someone in need, think of what an amazing beautiful place this world would be.
Because I was born, was the world a happier place? Did I make someone smile? Or did I make someone cry by laughing at their dress as I passed them in a hall? Did I make or lose a friend today? Wouldn't it be wonderful if you were the person in school who was known as the true friend. If you were kind to everybody not only the pretty or smart ones. I have noticed that if someone is feeling insecure about themselves one way they make themselves feel better is by making someone else feel bad. Isn't it sad. I know people who have must be mean to at least one person at all times. They are always mean to someone. I don't really like to be around these people, even if they are being nice to me. Then again, there are those people who you absolutely love to be around.
I don't know what it is about this kind of person, but everybody loves them. Is it their sence of humor? Is it the way they treat you? Maybe it is their humility, their love of life, or their smiling face. These people don't create drama and they do not put you or others down. From my point of view my family is this way. I love being around my brothers and sisters. When ever I see their car parked outside our house when I am coming home I always feel happier. They know how to make me laugh, and they always put me in a good mood. When I am sad I call my sisters. When something exciting happens I'll write them an email telling them about it. I wish I could be like these people. It is so hard to always be kind when you are jelous, annoyed, or angry. I am not saying that people who are like this always are like that, I am sure that they are not. But they still are a joy and pleasure to be around.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
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Sunday, January 22, 2006
Tagged
Tagged is a game going around the blogs. Someone tags you by leaving a comment on your blog that you have been tagged, or tagging you by email. When you get tagged you must (you don't have a choice) answer some questions. My whole family has blogs b/c a lot of them live out of state. We have all been tagged and I am the only one who has not responded. So here goes.
Four jobs you have had in your life:
Well since I am only 14 years old I have never had an official job. My first job was babysitting for this lady in my ward. She had two kids who were really mean to me. The whole time they told me that they didn't like me, and that I was mean. They wouldn't go to bed and I got in trouble for it. For three hours I got paid 6$! That is 2 DOLLARS AN HOUR. Basically a Big rip off. My next unofficial job was babysitting for these other kids who were super fun! They paid a ton more than TWO DOLLARS an hour too. I love babysitting for this family because they are hilarious! Oh yeah, last summer I worked for my grandma and grandpa cleaning their house. That brought in a fair amount of money and paid for my cross country trip. I also get paid for ironing my dad’s shirts. My dad has to wear a dress shirt everyday for work. When my mom had no time to do it they started taking dry-cleaning them. My dads shirts were so starched they could stand upright on their own. Now once a week I will spend 2 hours ironing all of his shirts while I watch a movie. It is pretty good money. I get paid 1$ a shirt so I can make 8 bucks an hour.
Four movies you could watch over and over:
It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World! I have to watch this with my family because nobody else laughs during the right parts. My dad has a contagious laugh, and he does not stop laughing during this movie. The next would most likely be Pride and Prejudice. Not the new one, not theMormonn one, the six hour long one. This is the best chick flick ever known to mankind. I really could, and have watched this a million times. West Side Story is really one of the best musicals EVER! One thing that I absolutely love about it, is everyone can act, and sing. In the old movies people could actually act and they knew how to sing. Now in modern day musicals half of the people can not sing! Like Phantom of the Opera, The Phantom really can not sing. He really stinks. The last and best movie that I watch over and over is What about bob! I love this movie! Bill Murry is my hero. I think that this is the funniest movie ever made!
Four places you have lived:
I have never moved in my life. I have always lived in my red bricked house on good old Ewe Turn. It is the best place in the world. (When I am in a good mood.) It has a big backyard andmillionss of plants, trees, flowers, and green things. It has a garden and orchard, with a apple, peach, cherry and plum trees.
Four T.V. shows you love to watch:
The Red and Green show on P.B.S amazing.Especiallyy their Christmas specials. I love Fresh Prince it will always make you laugh. I can't really think of anything I like to watch that much I don't even like Fresh Prince all that much. I like thJosefby Show, but I really don't like to watch T.V. After I watch it I feel like I have wasted my time.
Four places you have been on vacation:
I have been to New York city. It was so much fun! I saw Fiddler on the Rooonboardyy. It was basically the coolest thing I have ever seen. In 2000 we went toVancouverr Canada. I don't remember a lot about it except we say bulogga whales, and I got a toy rubber whale. I go to my cabin in Island Park about 3 to 4 times a year. That is always so relaxing and peaceful. Most likely my favorite vacation was last summer when I went to Lake Powell with my cousins. This was the most fun I have ever had in my life. I think that cousins are the best because you don't have to impress them. You can just have fun and be yourself. Plus Lake Powell it the best place on earth! I am addicted to water skiing! When I get married I am going to marry into a boat. That is what I tell my family because I now know how to water ski but I hardly ever go because my cousins with a boat live in Colorado. It is very sad.
Four websites you visit daily:
I don't really visit websites daily because I have to fight my mom, dad, and little sister for the computer every time I want to use it. Lets say weekly. blogger.com, gmail, thompsons page, and my brother and sisters blogs.
Four of my favorite things to eat:
The first thing that came to mind was my brother amazing stew. After my brother got back from his mission in Italy he started to cook and make up recipies. My favorite recipie that he has invented is this stew that is almost like a soup, but it's not because it is a stew. I think he puts all these crazy spices in it that make it taste amazing, but his real seceret it the meat. He cuts up the amount of meat he thinks will be enough, then he doubles it. Sounds crazy right? Well the meat is everybody's favorite right? So shouldn't there be twice as much of that than anything else? The next thing is these breadsticks that you can get at this resturant on Main street in layton called Gabora Brothers. This is a small and hardly noticeable resturant that has amazing food. The breadsticks are the best. I believe that they contain a cube of butter per stick! Well, not really but they are so good! They aren't super soft, they are more like a soft version of french bread. French bread that melts in your mouth. Oh......................... I just remembered I went to D.C. in 2004 and we went to this Italian resturant........................ ahhhhhhhhh it was so good! It might have been because I was starving on account of walking around the city all day long with only pretzels to eat, but it was gooooooooooood! The last thing is cherry twizlers bites. They must be bites because the long ones are nasty.
Four places you would rather be right now:
Let me see....... Anywhere but here facing 9 weeks of school without a break! That is just depressing. The first place would be a little balcony facing the ocean in Italy. The balcony would have a table and a hammok and a little box full of plants. (You know what I'm talking about, the little plants in the box in the window sill.) The next would be at my house on a Christmas break with all of my family here with me. We would be talking and laughing at first, then we would become serious and tell meaningful stories. I would love to be in Lake Powell under the stars listening to my cousins singing and playing the gutair while drifting in and out of sleep. The last would be in my bed with a garenteed 3.8 GPA and the ability to dance amazingly for the school play. Also the knowledge that I had learned my piano pieces perfectly. Then I wouldn't be all the stressed out about EVERYTHING!
Four books you have read in the past year:
A Little Princess
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Rocket Boys
Little Women
Four things you like to create:
I like to create laughter. I also like to create chos. Actually I don't really like to create it, but somehow I manage to everyday of my life. I Love to create music. I am always singing! My mom and dad like it, but my little sister hates it! She is always telling me to stop. I like to create cookies. They always taste good!
Well thats it I know that I made a million grammer and spelling mistakes but don't judge me at the moment.
Four jobs you have had in your life:
Well since I am only 14 years old I have never had an official job. My first job was babysitting for this lady in my ward. She had two kids who were really mean to me. The whole time they told me that they didn't like me, and that I was mean. They wouldn't go to bed and I got in trouble for it. For three hours I got paid 6$! That is 2 DOLLARS AN HOUR. Basically a Big rip off. My next unofficial job was babysitting for these other kids who were super fun! They paid a ton more than TWO DOLLARS an hour too. I love babysitting for this family because they are hilarious! Oh yeah, last summer I worked for my grandma and grandpa cleaning their house. That brought in a fair amount of money and paid for my cross country trip. I also get paid for ironing my dad’s shirts. My dad has to wear a dress shirt everyday for work. When my mom had no time to do it they started taking dry-cleaning them. My dads shirts were so starched they could stand upright on their own. Now once a week I will spend 2 hours ironing all of his shirts while I watch a movie. It is pretty good money. I get paid 1$ a shirt so I can make 8 bucks an hour.
Four movies you could watch over and over:
It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World! I have to watch this with my family because nobody else laughs during the right parts. My dad has a contagious laugh, and he does not stop laughing during this movie. The next would most likely be Pride and Prejudice. Not the new one, not theMormonn one, the six hour long one. This is the best chick flick ever known to mankind. I really could, and have watched this a million times. West Side Story is really one of the best musicals EVER! One thing that I absolutely love about it, is everyone can act, and sing. In the old movies people could actually act and they knew how to sing. Now in modern day musicals half of the people can not sing! Like Phantom of the Opera, The Phantom really can not sing. He really stinks. The last and best movie that I watch over and over is What about bob! I love this movie! Bill Murry is my hero. I think that this is the funniest movie ever made!
Four places you have lived:
I have never moved in my life. I have always lived in my red bricked house on good old Ewe Turn. It is the best place in the world. (When I am in a good mood.) It has a big backyard andmillionss of plants, trees, flowers, and green things. It has a garden and orchard, with a apple, peach, cherry and plum trees.
Four T.V. shows you love to watch:
The Red and Green show on P.B.S amazing.Especiallyy their Christmas specials. I love Fresh Prince it will always make you laugh. I can't really think of anything I like to watch that much I don't even like Fresh Prince all that much. I like thJosefby Show, but I really don't like to watch T.V. After I watch it I feel like I have wasted my time.
Four places you have been on vacation:
I have been to New York city. It was so much fun! I saw Fiddler on the Rooonboardyy. It was basically the coolest thing I have ever seen. In 2000 we went toVancouverr Canada. I don't remember a lot about it except we say bulogga whales, and I got a toy rubber whale. I go to my cabin in Island Park about 3 to 4 times a year. That is always so relaxing and peaceful. Most likely my favorite vacation was last summer when I went to Lake Powell with my cousins. This was the most fun I have ever had in my life. I think that cousins are the best because you don't have to impress them. You can just have fun and be yourself. Plus Lake Powell it the best place on earth! I am addicted to water skiing! When I get married I am going to marry into a boat. That is what I tell my family because I now know how to water ski but I hardly ever go because my cousins with a boat live in Colorado. It is very sad.
Four websites you visit daily:
I don't really visit websites daily because I have to fight my mom, dad, and little sister for the computer every time I want to use it. Lets say weekly. blogger.com, gmail, thompsons page, and my brother and sisters blogs.
Four of my favorite things to eat:
The first thing that came to mind was my brother amazing stew. After my brother got back from his mission in Italy he started to cook and make up recipies. My favorite recipie that he has invented is this stew that is almost like a soup, but it's not because it is a stew. I think he puts all these crazy spices in it that make it taste amazing, but his real seceret it the meat. He cuts up the amount of meat he thinks will be enough, then he doubles it. Sounds crazy right? Well the meat is everybody's favorite right? So shouldn't there be twice as much of that than anything else? The next thing is these breadsticks that you can get at this resturant on Main street in layton called Gabora Brothers. This is a small and hardly noticeable resturant that has amazing food. The breadsticks are the best. I believe that they contain a cube of butter per stick! Well, not really but they are so good! They aren't super soft, they are more like a soft version of french bread. French bread that melts in your mouth. Oh......................... I just remembered I went to D.C. in 2004 and we went to this Italian resturant........................ ahhhhhhhhh it was so good! It might have been because I was starving on account of walking around the city all day long with only pretzels to eat, but it was gooooooooooood! The last thing is cherry twizlers bites. They must be bites because the long ones are nasty.
Four places you would rather be right now:
Let me see....... Anywhere but here facing 9 weeks of school without a break! That is just depressing. The first place would be a little balcony facing the ocean in Italy. The balcony would have a table and a hammok and a little box full of plants. (You know what I'm talking about, the little plants in the box in the window sill.) The next would be at my house on a Christmas break with all of my family here with me. We would be talking and laughing at first, then we would become serious and tell meaningful stories. I would love to be in Lake Powell under the stars listening to my cousins singing and playing the gutair while drifting in and out of sleep. The last would be in my bed with a garenteed 3.8 GPA and the ability to dance amazingly for the school play. Also the knowledge that I had learned my piano pieces perfectly. Then I wouldn't be all the stressed out about EVERYTHING!
Four books you have read in the past year:
A Little Princess
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Rocket Boys
Little Women
Four things you like to create:
I like to create laughter. I also like to create chos. Actually I don't really like to create it, but somehow I manage to everyday of my life. I Love to create music. I am always singing! My mom and dad like it, but my little sister hates it! She is always telling me to stop. I like to create cookies. They always taste good!
Well thats it I know that I made a million grammer and spelling mistakes but don't judge me at the moment.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Why Me?? "sniff, sniff"
I wrote this blog right after I had been sentenced to a week (aprently 8 days.) of being grounded. I didn't post it because it was pretty angry. I even get angry while reading it. Now I am deciding to post it. What I wrote below was what I wrote a week ago.
Before you read this keep in mind that I am only a inocient, extremely stubborned girl with a mom who is about 10 times as stubborned and unrelenting!
Why do kids get grounded? It is the most retarded thing that anyone ever thought up! I get grounded for the LAMEST!!!!!, reasons. It really makes me mad. No really, that is what really makes me freak out. If you can't tell, I am grounded right now. It is for the dumbest reason ever. My sister and I were fighting, so my mom was already on the edge, then I was taking a long time doing my job, (I was going to do it! It was only taking my time.), and my mom was stressed about something. I was up in my room listening to the distat voices of my little sister and my mom fighting. When I came down... well this is the conversation we had.
Mom- "Both of you are grounded for a week!"
Me- "What I didn't ev" (cut off)
Mom-"Do you want it to be two weeks?"
Me- "What the heck? I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (with a look of such anger on it that I am sure that if any normal person had seen it they would have started crying on the spot. This just goes to show Mom's are not human. (j/k)
Mom- "Four you want four?"
Me- I didn't say anything but my look said it all. It said: "What the heck is going on? I am so mad at you. This is NOT FAIR. I am going to scream!" Then I did. It wasn't like a whail, it was like a aganized scream of anger in the back of the throat.
Mom - "now go and do your job."
I went upstair and put on my running shoes and when I came down stairs my mom looked at me and said: "You are not going running until your job is done." This made me so mad because she said it in the way that I knew if I went, I wasn't alive. I was so mad! I knew that I needed to go running or I would freak out, I mean really freak. I went upstairs and turned my music as loud as I could. I started singing in the loudest ugliest voice I have. Then I started cleaning. Then my Dad!, came up unplugged my C.D. player and put it in his room. Don't you feel sorry for me? Everyone was against me. I didn't even do anything! The only reason I was grounded in the first place was becaue my little sister had made my mom mad so I got in trouble too. arggggggggggggggggg! It is so unfair. I went in their room got my C.D. player and turned it back on fairly loud, (not quite as loud.) I knew this was really going to test my dad's patience but I was mad. A little part of me wanted him to come up their just so I could see what would happen. I am however extremely glad he didn't. Basically everyone ignored me. It was great! Then I went on a run.
All I can say is that it is not everyday that you run like that! It was slightly raining, not enough to make you wet but enough to feel amazing. It was so cool because I didn't have a watch or GPS, it didn't matter how long, or how fast I went I only ran until I wanted to stop. I don't know why but I can't stay mad while on a run. I just wasn't mad. It was really weird. After a run I can't really help it but to feel happy. Espically a run like that.
I think that being grounded is a RETARDED punishment! It makes me so mad! This blog is definately an angry blog.
Before you read this keep in mind that I am only a inocient, extremely stubborned girl with a mom who is about 10 times as stubborned and unrelenting!
Why do kids get grounded? It is the most retarded thing that anyone ever thought up! I get grounded for the LAMEST!!!!!, reasons. It really makes me mad. No really, that is what really makes me freak out. If you can't tell, I am grounded right now. It is for the dumbest reason ever. My sister and I were fighting, so my mom was already on the edge, then I was taking a long time doing my job, (I was going to do it! It was only taking my time.), and my mom was stressed about something. I was up in my room listening to the distat voices of my little sister and my mom fighting. When I came down... well this is the conversation we had.
Mom- "Both of you are grounded for a week!"
Me- "What I didn't ev" (cut off)
Mom-"Do you want it to be two weeks?"
Me- "What the heck? I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (with a look of such anger on it that I am sure that if any normal person had seen it they would have started crying on the spot. This just goes to show Mom's are not human. (j/k)
Mom- "Four you want four?"
Me- I didn't say anything but my look said it all. It said: "What the heck is going on? I am so mad at you. This is NOT FAIR. I am going to scream!" Then I did. It wasn't like a whail, it was like a aganized scream of anger in the back of the throat.
Mom - "now go and do your job."
I went upstair and put on my running shoes and when I came down stairs my mom looked at me and said: "You are not going running until your job is done." This made me so mad because she said it in the way that I knew if I went, I wasn't alive. I was so mad! I knew that I needed to go running or I would freak out, I mean really freak. I went upstairs and turned my music as loud as I could. I started singing in the loudest ugliest voice I have. Then I started cleaning. Then my Dad!, came up unplugged my C.D. player and put it in his room. Don't you feel sorry for me? Everyone was against me. I didn't even do anything! The only reason I was grounded in the first place was becaue my little sister had made my mom mad so I got in trouble too. arggggggggggggggggg! It is so unfair. I went in their room got my C.D. player and turned it back on fairly loud, (not quite as loud.) I knew this was really going to test my dad's patience but I was mad. A little part of me wanted him to come up their just so I could see what would happen. I am however extremely glad he didn't. Basically everyone ignored me. It was great! Then I went on a run.
All I can say is that it is not everyday that you run like that! It was slightly raining, not enough to make you wet but enough to feel amazing. It was so cool because I didn't have a watch or GPS, it didn't matter how long, or how fast I went I only ran until I wanted to stop. I don't know why but I can't stay mad while on a run. I just wasn't mad. It was really weird. After a run I can't really help it but to feel happy. Espically a run like that.
I think that being grounded is a RETARDED punishment! It makes me so mad! This blog is definately an angry blog.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
The coolest people EVER!
These pictures
are of my nieces and nephews. They are definately the coolest people I have ever met in my life! I have 2 nieces and 3 nephews with one on the way. Nieces and nephews are the best! Really, they are! Look at them and you can tell that they are so much fun! All of the funny stuff they do and say, the original art work they send you, it is THE BEST! All of them live in the East except Marcella. I haven't even seen Matthew, (the one with the leaves) since he was 6 months old! It is really depressing when you think about it. Maybe the fact that they live so far away and hardly ever get to see them, is the reason I look forward to seeing them so much.Grace (top right) is the oldest. She is 7 years old and in the second grade. You can't tell in the picture but, she is super tall for her age. She has really long legs which come in handy during an intense soccer game. In the fall she was on a 6 year old soccer team. Grace would always take the ball run up the field and score. She once asked her dad, "Shouldn't I share the ball? We need to give everybody a turn with it." "No Grace, in soccer you don't have to share. " How cute is that? Wanting to share the ball with the other team during a game.
Owen,(the one with the cookie), 2 years old even though he looks as if he were about 4, becaue he is so tall. He is so cute and says the funniest things! He still wears footie pj's, and has the best smile ever. He is often seen taking pictures of his mom and dad, while reciving weird looks from people passing by. Yes, they do intrust a 2 year old with their digital camera, but hey, he takes pretty good pictures.
Matthew is the younger brother of Grace and Isaac. He is so crazy always trying to keep up with them in all of their games. He is so energetic, and constantly running around. He never really learned to walk, he was running as soon as he found out he had legs.
Isaac(right, jus turned 4 yrs. old) and is so incredibly smart! He is three years old and lately finished a 750 piece puzzle! After he finished the 750 puzzle he went up to his mom and asked, "Mom how much is one, zero, zero, zero?" "That's a thousand Isaac." she replied. "I'm doing that one next!" He said confidently.
My newest niece is Marcella Anne Wallin on the right in the purple dress. She will be 3 months old on Tuesday. Isn't she the cuttest baby you have ever seen in your whole life? If you said no, you are a liar, because she is! Those are my favorites, I hoped you liked them.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
New Year Resolutions
It's the end of the year and what do we have to show for it? Did you do any of the things that you promised yourself that you would do? Do you even remember what your resolutions were? Did you make any?
Almost all of us make resolutions try to keep them for a couple of days or maybe even a week and then drop them, saying that they are too hard, or pointless. I always laugh at one of my best friends resolutions, because they are always totally impossible things. I think that last year's were run everyday for an hour, and after that do tybo. Also not drink any pop of any kind. I guess she didn't realize that caffeine is addicting and when you are used to drinking at least 2 Dr. Peppers a day, and when you suddenly don't drink them you are prone to major headaches. Running an hour everyday followed a vigorous typo workout isn't exactly realistic. After trying to do her 1 hour run she collapsed after 15 minutes, walked the rest of the way home and took a nap, completely forgetting about the tybo.
Lets point out several big mistakes the my friend made. First, her resolutions were completely impossible! There is no way she could have run for a whole hour, followed my tybo! Not drinking a Dr. Pepper everyday for lunch left her dead for her 6th and 7th period classes. The other thing that was stupid about her resolutions is the exercise part was stupid, since she is way skinny and buff already. She takes several hours of dance classes a day and has a super high metabolism. Drinking no pop would have done her good b/c that is just empty calories, but she could have started with one pop a day or one every two days.
I asked my dad what my resolutions should be and he told me to pick four from the four phases of life, mental, physical, spiritual, and social. Mental meaning something that improves you in school or improving a talent. Physical and spiritual is pretty self explanatory. Social is something that will make you more liked more or nicer. I thought that this was a pretty good idea so I picked four New Year resolutions.
For physical I want to run a 5k under 22 minutes that would be about a 7:15 mile.
For Mental I want to practice the piano for AT LEAST 2 and a half hours every week (30 minutes. a day), and I want to not procrastinate my homework.
For social I want to not complain as much as I do. Everyone hates being around complainers. I also want to not say little mean things even as a joke, or get offended when people say stuff like that to me.
For spiritual I will write more in my journal about stuff that happens to me, so that I will be able to look back on it when I am older and laugh at myself.
These are pretty good resolutions and not insanely hard to actually do. The hardest thing for me will be practicing the piano and being able to run a 22 min 5k b/c this means I have to run during the winter while I have play practice everyday after school.
Almost all of us make resolutions try to keep them for a couple of days or maybe even a week and then drop them, saying that they are too hard, or pointless. I always laugh at one of my best friends resolutions, because they are always totally impossible things. I think that last year's were run everyday for an hour, and after that do tybo. Also not drink any pop of any kind. I guess she didn't realize that caffeine is addicting and when you are used to drinking at least 2 Dr. Peppers a day, and when you suddenly don't drink them you are prone to major headaches. Running an hour everyday followed a vigorous typo workout isn't exactly realistic. After trying to do her 1 hour run she collapsed after 15 minutes, walked the rest of the way home and took a nap, completely forgetting about the tybo.
Lets point out several big mistakes the my friend made. First, her resolutions were completely impossible! There is no way she could have run for a whole hour, followed my tybo! Not drinking a Dr. Pepper everyday for lunch left her dead for her 6th and 7th period classes. The other thing that was stupid about her resolutions is the exercise part was stupid, since she is way skinny and buff already. She takes several hours of dance classes a day and has a super high metabolism. Drinking no pop would have done her good b/c that is just empty calories, but she could have started with one pop a day or one every two days.
I asked my dad what my resolutions should be and he told me to pick four from the four phases of life, mental, physical, spiritual, and social. Mental meaning something that improves you in school or improving a talent. Physical and spiritual is pretty self explanatory. Social is something that will make you more liked more or nicer. I thought that this was a pretty good idea so I picked four New Year resolutions.
For physical I want to run a 5k under 22 minutes that would be about a 7:15 mile.
For Mental I want to practice the piano for AT LEAST 2 and a half hours every week (30 minutes. a day), and I want to not procrastinate my homework.
For social I want to not complain as much as I do. Everyone hates being around complainers. I also want to not say little mean things even as a joke, or get offended when people say stuff like that to me.
For spiritual I will write more in my journal about stuff that happens to me, so that I will be able to look back on it when I am older and laugh at myself.
These are pretty good resolutions and not insanely hard to actually do. The hardest thing for me will be practicing the piano and being able to run a 22 min 5k b/c this means I have to run during the winter while I have play practice everyday after school.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Peace Building
What would it be like if more people in the world noticed hurts, righted wrongs, and sought wise people? If we did this then the world would be a far better place. Peace is the most important thing that we live, and fight for in the world today. Soldiers are killed, empires fall, and cities are destroyed, all in the pursuit of peace. In The Yearling all of these qualities were displayed one way or another. Throughout the book Jody sought wise people, and tried to be more like them. He also always tried to right his wrongs by fixing things, and situations that he has messed up. Jody was also able to notice hurts that he had caused to his friends and family. These qualities are essential to have we if want to have peace.
To have peace it is vitally important to notice hurts that you have caused. Jody did not always care and notice when he had done something selfish or bad. As he grew older he became more aware of the pain he caused others when he did selfish things. When Jody would run off and not complete his chores Penny would be the person to suffer. It was Penny who always had to finish the unfinished hoeing, or planting. When Jody left his mother without wood for the day it was Penny who had to go outside and chop more. When Penny was not able to do Jody’s extra work let alone his own work Jody knew what a sacrifice Penny had made in his behalf. Jody then realized how inconsiderate he had been by slacking off on his chores. When Jody ran away form home he didn’t realize what pain he caused his parents. After he came back he found he had caused his father a ton of pain by leaving him. Not only did Jody notice hurts, but he did something about the hurts he had caused.
It is not enough to only notice hurts, but you must do something about the hurts you caused by righting wrongs. It was a hard for the Baxter’s to have the Foresters as their only neighbors. Penny could never be sure what they would do, and how they might act. After Penny had stood up for Oliver by stopping the fight between Oliver and the Foresters it was harder for him and the Foresters to still be friends. Instead of acting mad at the Foresters for almost killing one of his best friends, Penny was the one that forgave them. Penny walked several miles to give back the storekeeper some extra money that he had accidentally given him. The amazed storekeeper told him that Penny could have easily given it back to him the next time he came, but Penny said that he didn’t like having money that didn’t belong to him. Penny not only righted his wrongs, but he did it quickly.
In our lives if we didn’t have good, wise people that we could look up to, I don’t think that most of us would know what kind of values to have or how to behave. We all have different people we look up to, our dad, mom, teacher, or even a good friend. The person that Jody Baxter looked up to was his father. Penny taught Jody how to read, write, and do math. Most importantly he taught him good values and morals. Penny taught him that it is important to kill only what you can eat, be quiet and swift on a hunt, and countless things about nature. What would Jody have done if he had not had a father who could teach him about nature, hunting and life? It is important for us all to seek out wise people that we can follow and look up to in out lives.
In this book it teaches us the importance of being peace builders. If we notice hurts, right wrongs, and seek wise people then we will be able to go far in life. If the Baxters didn’t use these qualities then they would not have lived as happily, or comfortably. If we can all take these peacebuilding characteristics and try to be peacebuilders then our lives and the lives of those around us will be changed for the better.
To have peace it is vitally important to notice hurts that you have caused. Jody did not always care and notice when he had done something selfish or bad. As he grew older he became more aware of the pain he caused others when he did selfish things. When Jody would run off and not complete his chores Penny would be the person to suffer. It was Penny who always had to finish the unfinished hoeing, or planting. When Jody left his mother without wood for the day it was Penny who had to go outside and chop more. When Penny was not able to do Jody’s extra work let alone his own work Jody knew what a sacrifice Penny had made in his behalf. Jody then realized how inconsiderate he had been by slacking off on his chores. When Jody ran away form home he didn’t realize what pain he caused his parents. After he came back he found he had caused his father a ton of pain by leaving him. Not only did Jody notice hurts, but he did something about the hurts he had caused.
It is not enough to only notice hurts, but you must do something about the hurts you caused by righting wrongs. It was a hard for the Baxter’s to have the Foresters as their only neighbors. Penny could never be sure what they would do, and how they might act. After Penny had stood up for Oliver by stopping the fight between Oliver and the Foresters it was harder for him and the Foresters to still be friends. Instead of acting mad at the Foresters for almost killing one of his best friends, Penny was the one that forgave them. Penny walked several miles to give back the storekeeper some extra money that he had accidentally given him. The amazed storekeeper told him that Penny could have easily given it back to him the next time he came, but Penny said that he didn’t like having money that didn’t belong to him. Penny not only righted his wrongs, but he did it quickly.
In our lives if we didn’t have good, wise people that we could look up to, I don’t think that most of us would know what kind of values to have or how to behave. We all have different people we look up to, our dad, mom, teacher, or even a good friend. The person that Jody Baxter looked up to was his father. Penny taught Jody how to read, write, and do math. Most importantly he taught him good values and morals. Penny taught him that it is important to kill only what you can eat, be quiet and swift on a hunt, and countless things about nature. What would Jody have done if he had not had a father who could teach him about nature, hunting and life? It is important for us all to seek out wise people that we can follow and look up to in out lives.
In this book it teaches us the importance of being peace builders. If we notice hurts, right wrongs, and seek wise people then we will be able to go far in life. If the Baxters didn’t use these qualities then they would not have lived as happily, or comfortably. If we can all take these peacebuilding characteristics and try to be peacebuilders then our lives and the lives of those around us will be changed for the better.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
"Mistress Mary quite Contrary"
"In order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to obtain." -Mark Twain "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" ch2
Why do most humans want things that are hard to get? Why is it important to some people to win marathons, and The Olympics? Someone will spend their whole life training and working towards winning a gold medal at the Olympics, when most of them never will win that gold medal. Why do people work so hard to do this? What is the point? It's just a medal? I think that it is because it is hard, it is "difficult to obtain". Not anyone can go and win a gold medal, a medal that means you are the best in world in high jump, or shot put, or whatever. Tom Sawyer tricks all of his friends into whitewashing the fence. Not only does he not have to work but they pay him so that they can work all because he made the idea of white washing the fence desirable.
I wanted to go on the cross country trip with the Davis High Cross Country team. When I asked my parents if I could they absolutely refused. I begged, and begged. The more they told me that I couldn't go the more I wanted to go. Finally my dad gave in and said that I could go on the trip under one condition: I had to pay for it all by myself. The trip cost a little under 200 dollars, and without help from mom and dad it would be hard to come up with the money. I looked my dad strait in the eye and said, "well dad, it looks like I'm gonna be doing a lot of babysitting." My parents did not expect me to go. They were just shutting me up, they were sick of my constant nagging. They thought that if I had to pay it all by myself that I would soon give up. This made me want to prove them wrong! If they had told me that they really wanted me to go, and that they would pay half, I probably wouldn't have gone because I wouldn't have had the desire to go.
I had 80 dollars that I had been saving to go shopping for clothes that I didn't really need anyway, that went toward the down payment. The team did a fund raiser where we all ran on the track for a whole hour. We were supposed to ask everyone if they would donate a certain amount of money for every mile we ran. Candace and I only asked them to donate to the Davis High Cross Country team. We weren’t selling anything we just asked them to donate. A lot of people were so happy that we weren’t selling anything. They would say to me "I have 7 things of cookie dough in my fridge! I am so glad that you are not selling anything." Anyway we collected 220 dollars, all in about 3 hours! 100 of it was from this old rich guy in my ward that I had never met before. It was so cool, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill, and asked me if that would be enough. Candace and I split the money, and we only got 75% of it but that was another 80 dollars. I earned the rest of the money babysitting, and doing odd jobs around the house. Then I went to California, and it was a blast! The night before I went my mom said to me, "I didn't think you could do it but you did." Then she said, "I think that you could do almost anything if you wanted it enough." I think this is true. Anyone could do almost anything if they wanted it bad enough. It is so stupid I wanted to go on that trip so bad only because my parents didn't want me to. I guess that’s human nature.
Why do most humans want things that are hard to get? Why is it important to some people to win marathons, and The Olympics? Someone will spend their whole life training and working towards winning a gold medal at the Olympics, when most of them never will win that gold medal. Why do people work so hard to do this? What is the point? It's just a medal? I think that it is because it is hard, it is "difficult to obtain". Not anyone can go and win a gold medal, a medal that means you are the best in world in high jump, or shot put, or whatever. Tom Sawyer tricks all of his friends into whitewashing the fence. Not only does he not have to work but they pay him so that they can work all because he made the idea of white washing the fence desirable.
I wanted to go on the cross country trip with the Davis High Cross Country team. When I asked my parents if I could they absolutely refused. I begged, and begged. The more they told me that I couldn't go the more I wanted to go. Finally my dad gave in and said that I could go on the trip under one condition: I had to pay for it all by myself. The trip cost a little under 200 dollars, and without help from mom and dad it would be hard to come up with the money. I looked my dad strait in the eye and said, "well dad, it looks like I'm gonna be doing a lot of babysitting." My parents did not expect me to go. They were just shutting me up, they were sick of my constant nagging. They thought that if I had to pay it all by myself that I would soon give up. This made me want to prove them wrong! If they had told me that they really wanted me to go, and that they would pay half, I probably wouldn't have gone because I wouldn't have had the desire to go.
I had 80 dollars that I had been saving to go shopping for clothes that I didn't really need anyway, that went toward the down payment. The team did a fund raiser where we all ran on the track for a whole hour. We were supposed to ask everyone if they would donate a certain amount of money for every mile we ran. Candace and I only asked them to donate to the Davis High Cross Country team. We weren’t selling anything we just asked them to donate. A lot of people were so happy that we weren’t selling anything. They would say to me "I have 7 things of cookie dough in my fridge! I am so glad that you are not selling anything." Anyway we collected 220 dollars, all in about 3 hours! 100 of it was from this old rich guy in my ward that I had never met before. It was so cool, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill, and asked me if that would be enough. Candace and I split the money, and we only got 75% of it but that was another 80 dollars. I earned the rest of the money babysitting, and doing odd jobs around the house. Then I went to California, and it was a blast! The night before I went my mom said to me, "I didn't think you could do it but you did." Then she said, "I think that you could do almost anything if you wanted it enough." I think this is true. Anyone could do almost anything if they wanted it bad enough. It is so stupid I wanted to go on that trip so bad only because my parents didn't want me to. I guess that’s human nature.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
arg, sniff, grumble, moan
Everyone has to have their identity. Everyone wants to be known as something. The singer, dancer, or the funny kid. It seems like people who are insecure take something that they do and act like it is huge, and they brag about it a lot. People who are not insecure rarely talk, and brag about all of their accomplishments. For example, my friend Candace is so incredibly amazing at running. She can run a 5k in 18 minutes, with 6:15 min. miles! (for those of you who don't know, THAT IS REALLY FAST!) She got second at state, and wins tons of races. I have never heard her brag about what a great runner she is. She is so humble about it, and doesn't even think that she is that amazing.
There are some people who have to make such a big deal about all the cool stuff they do. I don't really like to be around these people. I feel sort of dumb listening to all of their great accomplishments for hours. People like this usually make other people who didn't make the thing they did, or who are not as good as they are feel lousy. They have to rub it in that they are cooler, or better than you. For example in Rhapsody some of the people in our choir totally rub it in that they made it and others didn't. Not a lot of people just a few. They even got the brilliantly mean idea that their should be a Rhapsody table. Someone got the idea that they should make a sign that says "reserved" and put it on a table at lunch. Nothing really came of the idea, but one day a bunch of people from Rhapsody were sitting at the same table and someone came up and asked if they could sit there. Someone (I don't remember who), said "this table is for Rhapsody only." Even though they were probably just joking this was still a mean thing to do.
I really hate clicks! I don't really understand why people can only be friends with certain other people. Clicks are totally retarded! What would it be like if everybody was basically nice to each other. If people didn't worry about appearances so much. It would be so cool if everyone didn't gossip all the time, and rumors didn't travel around the school every 5 seconds.
Do you know what? I really hate rumors too! After play tryouts there were a billion rumors going around about who got the leads, how many people she was taking, why she wasn't taking certain people. It was driving me crazy! I would hear things like Mrs. Loureiro had told all of the leads that they had received the part, and that if she hadn't talked to you then you are nothing. Someone told me that there were only going to be 8 girls total and not extras or towns people. Everyone was so stressed out over the play I was really going insane. I was so sad about some of the people who didn't make it. There were a couple of people who really should have made the play. They have a great voice, amazing acting ability, and the looks. I have no idea how she could have not chosen them! I can't believe that they didn't make it, when they deserve it a lot more than me, or half of the other people who made it.
Wow, this blog is really random and doesn't exactly talk about one specific thing. Oh well, it works.
There are some people who have to make such a big deal about all the cool stuff they do. I don't really like to be around these people. I feel sort of dumb listening to all of their great accomplishments for hours. People like this usually make other people who didn't make the thing they did, or who are not as good as they are feel lousy. They have to rub it in that they are cooler, or better than you. For example in Rhapsody some of the people in our choir totally rub it in that they made it and others didn't. Not a lot of people just a few. They even got the brilliantly mean idea that their should be a Rhapsody table. Someone got the idea that they should make a sign that says "reserved" and put it on a table at lunch. Nothing really came of the idea, but one day a bunch of people from Rhapsody were sitting at the same table and someone came up and asked if they could sit there. Someone (I don't remember who), said "this table is for Rhapsody only." Even though they were probably just joking this was still a mean thing to do.
I really hate clicks! I don't really understand why people can only be friends with certain other people. Clicks are totally retarded! What would it be like if everybody was basically nice to each other. If people didn't worry about appearances so much. It would be so cool if everyone didn't gossip all the time, and rumors didn't travel around the school every 5 seconds.
Do you know what? I really hate rumors too! After play tryouts there were a billion rumors going around about who got the leads, how many people she was taking, why she wasn't taking certain people. It was driving me crazy! I would hear things like Mrs. Loureiro had told all of the leads that they had received the part, and that if she hadn't talked to you then you are nothing. Someone told me that there were only going to be 8 girls total and not extras or towns people. Everyone was so stressed out over the play I was really going insane. I was so sad about some of the people who didn't make it. There were a couple of people who really should have made the play. They have a great voice, amazing acting ability, and the looks. I have no idea how she could have not chosen them! I can't believe that they didn't make it, when they deserve it a lot more than me, or half of the other people who made it.
Wow, this blog is really random and doesn't exactly talk about one specific thing. Oh well, it works.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Up On The Roof!
I am so tired! I just got back from California, where I was with the Davis Cross Country team. I wonder how it was possible to keep 35 sleep deprived teenagers safe, and from not doing anything too stupid. Not that we didn't do anything stupid. Not that I wasn't the first one to do something stupid.
We drove all night on Thursday, sleeping on the bus. Have any of you ever slept on a bus? It is not fun at all! I was very unlucky, because Kelsey and I had chosen (accidentally) the seats in front of the fire escape. These seats don't lean back half as much as the seats in front of us so we had half as much room! A few people slept in the aisle, but not very many could fit. The people who slept in the aisle definitely had the best sleep.
Anyway after a night of tossing and Turing in a purple felt covered seats we arrived in Walnut California. We stopped at a Denny's to eat breakfast. The people there told us that we could not all come in for another hour or so because they only had one waiter working. Natalie, Kelsey, Candace, and I were all awake and eddied to walk around outside. We walked around Denny's for awhile then Natalie said "we should go on the roof and take pictures!" This sounded like fun so we got our cameras and walked to the side of Denny's.
The ladder up to the roof had this metal thing on it so that you couldn't use it without a key. There were pretty stupid to make that because the metal thing was only on one side of the ladder. Three of us easily climbed up the other side and sat there on the roof. Kelsey had stayed on the ground to take some pictures. She could not figure out the camera, and it took her forever to finally take some pictures that didn't even turn out. She decided that she didn't want to come up, so we decided to come down. Candace was half way down when this lady came out the back door.
First let me describe this lady, she was a plump, middle aged, probably single lady who had stripes in her hair. Her hair was the thing that made me hate her from the start. It was big, ratted and full of blonde, brown, and black stripes. People like this obviously have a grudge against the world. I know she had a grade against something by the way she started yelling at us. She didn't know that we were on the roof she just knew that someone was outside. What she said was, "Can I help y-WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU ON THE ROOF?" We were trying to answer her but she basically wouldn't let us. "NO, NO WHY DID YOU GET UP THERE?" We tried to reply "umm... ahh... well... you see..." "ARE YOU WITH THAT BUS? WHERE ARE YOUR COACHES?"
Have you ever experienced that feeling where your stomach just drops? You just feel sick and you want to run away. Then you think to yourself "I am the biggest idiot in the world! What was I thinking? It is my entire fault." Well that is what was going through each of out minds when that big stripped lady was yelling at us. We had been told by our coaches not to do anything stupid or anything to dishonor the Davis High cross country team. And we were scared. We were mostly scared of one of our coaches, the one that swears a lot, and gives us the lectures, the coach was coach Bhurley. We started imagining what would happen to us if Bhurley found out what we had done. So we started pleading with the mean lady, yes pleading.
"Please don't tell our coaches. We are so sorry, we'll work for you (yes sleep deprived, freaked out kids will say, and do anything), Just tell us what to do. The lady replied "No! You’re not sorry." "Yes we are!" "No your not." SLAM! She shut the door. "Were dead" I said. Walked over to the bus and told coach Tally (the one who nobody or nothing is scared of.) At first he didn't believe us, he thought we were lying. Finally he believed us but it was too late. By the time he went to find the lady so she talked to him and not Bhurley she had already talked to Bhurley. So all of us and Candace's mom went some other place for breakfast.
It was so funny how sad we were. Nobody was talking or laughing, or smiling. When we got back to the bus we all pretended to be asleep. But when Bhruley came on the bus he just started laughing! He thought that it was the funniest thing in the world that we were so scared or him. We sort of looked at him, and I said "Were faking sleep, so you don't kill us." "I can't get mad at you even though I have been practicing my death look all morning," He told us. After that it seemed like nothing. We were glad and proud that we had gotten on the roof of Denny's. People were jealous that we hadn't woken them up too. It was the joke of the trip. If anyone saw a Denny's they would say, "Hey lets go party on the roof!" or something like that. It just makes me laugh how scared we were. I really wanted to go home for awhile there. That was my favorite part of the trip climbing on the roof of Denny's.
We drove all night on Thursday, sleeping on the bus. Have any of you ever slept on a bus? It is not fun at all! I was very unlucky, because Kelsey and I had chosen (accidentally) the seats in front of the fire escape. These seats don't lean back half as much as the seats in front of us so we had half as much room! A few people slept in the aisle, but not very many could fit. The people who slept in the aisle definitely had the best sleep.
Anyway after a night of tossing and Turing in a purple felt covered seats we arrived in Walnut California. We stopped at a Denny's to eat breakfast. The people there told us that we could not all come in for another hour or so because they only had one waiter working. Natalie, Kelsey, Candace, and I were all awake and eddied to walk around outside. We walked around Denny's for awhile then Natalie said "we should go on the roof and take pictures!" This sounded like fun so we got our cameras and walked to the side of Denny's.
The ladder up to the roof had this metal thing on it so that you couldn't use it without a key. There were pretty stupid to make that because the metal thing was only on one side of the ladder. Three of us easily climbed up the other side and sat there on the roof. Kelsey had stayed on the ground to take some pictures. She could not figure out the camera, and it took her forever to finally take some pictures that didn't even turn out. She decided that she didn't want to come up, so we decided to come down. Candace was half way down when this lady came out the back door.
First let me describe this lady, she was a plump, middle aged, probably single lady who had stripes in her hair. Her hair was the thing that made me hate her from the start. It was big, ratted and full of blonde, brown, and black stripes. People like this obviously have a grudge against the world. I know she had a grade against something by the way she started yelling at us. She didn't know that we were on the roof she just knew that someone was outside. What she said was, "Can I help y-WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU ON THE ROOF?" We were trying to answer her but she basically wouldn't let us. "NO, NO WHY DID YOU GET UP THERE?" We tried to reply "umm... ahh... well... you see..." "ARE YOU WITH THAT BUS? WHERE ARE YOUR COACHES?"
Have you ever experienced that feeling where your stomach just drops? You just feel sick and you want to run away. Then you think to yourself "I am the biggest idiot in the world! What was I thinking? It is my entire fault." Well that is what was going through each of out minds when that big stripped lady was yelling at us. We had been told by our coaches not to do anything stupid or anything to dishonor the Davis High cross country team. And we were scared. We were mostly scared of one of our coaches, the one that swears a lot, and gives us the lectures, the coach was coach Bhurley. We started imagining what would happen to us if Bhurley found out what we had done. So we started pleading with the mean lady, yes pleading.
"Please don't tell our coaches. We are so sorry, we'll work for you (yes sleep deprived, freaked out kids will say, and do anything), Just tell us what to do. The lady replied "No! You’re not sorry." "Yes we are!" "No your not." SLAM! She shut the door. "Were dead" I said. Walked over to the bus and told coach Tally (the one who nobody or nothing is scared of.) At first he didn't believe us, he thought we were lying. Finally he believed us but it was too late. By the time he went to find the lady so she talked to him and not Bhurley she had already talked to Bhurley. So all of us and Candace's mom went some other place for breakfast.
It was so funny how sad we were. Nobody was talking or laughing, or smiling. When we got back to the bus we all pretended to be asleep. But when Bhruley came on the bus he just started laughing! He thought that it was the funniest thing in the world that we were so scared or him. We sort of looked at him, and I said "Were faking sleep, so you don't kill us." "I can't get mad at you even though I have been practicing my death look all morning," He told us. After that it seemed like nothing. We were glad and proud that we had gotten on the roof of Denny's. People were jealous that we hadn't woken them up too. It was the joke of the trip. If anyone saw a Denny's they would say, "Hey lets go party on the roof!" or something like that. It just makes me laugh how scared we were. I really wanted to go home for awhile there. That was my favorite part of the trip climbing on the roof of Denny's.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
"A Little Princess"
This is my Creative writing letter. I hope this counts for my blog this week.
Dear Mrs. Burnett,
I am writing you a letter about your book "A Little Princess." My dad first read me this book when I was nine years old. Since then I have read and reread this book countless times. While reading "A Little Princess" I was taught about life, taught about love, taught about what it means to be strong. Sarah taught me that no matter how bad things get you just have to keep going, hold your head up high and be a princess. I know that Sarah is a fictional character, but I am brought to tears in more than one place in this book.
When comparing myself to Sarah I know that I would not be able to be as strong as she is. If I had to work all day without a word of thanks I know that I could not keep my temper. When Sarah gives five out of six buns to a beggar child on street, it makes me want to do something that is kind and heroic. It is amazing that someone so cold, hungry and miserable can be so selfless, and loving to someone they don't even know. What would the world be like if more people, even just one person was a little kinder and more like a princess? "She is hungrier than I am, she's starving." With a shaking hand she put down the fifth bun. "I'm not starving." I wish that I could think of others instead of myself like Sarah does. She could have told herself that she deserved the buns (because she did), that she was nearly starving (Because she was). But no, she gave all of the buns but one to a little beggar child. By doing this she changed this child's life. By doing one small act of kindness in this world we can change lives and more.
While reading "A Little Princess" I learned what it takes to be strong. It takes much more strength to not reply when you are being made fun of or ridiculed, than to fight back and demean the person that was demeaning you. In your book Sarah says "When you will not fly into a passion people know you are stronger than they are. Because you are strong enough to hold in your rage and they're not. And they say stupid things they wish they hadn't said afterward. There's nothing so strong as rage except what makes you hold it in. That's Stronger." I love that quote! "There's nothing so strong as rage except what makes you hold it in." This is so true. After reading this book when someone says something to me to try and make me mad I try to just look at them. Just look and not say anything. If I can do this it is always a better result and I feel better. Sometimes it is so hard for me to keep back the biting remark that is on verge of my lips.
Reading this book has really helped me to be a better person. It hastaught me so much about life. I wish that I could be more like a little princess. It easy to act like a princess when everything is going great, and you are happy. But, could I act like a princess if I were in rags and tatters? I don\'t know if I could. Would I be able to give up 5 hot buns on a freezing cold hungry day? I don\'t know if I could. What I do know is that If we Love a little more, and think about others more than ourselves, we are acting like little princesses, and the world will be a better place.
Reading this book has really helped me to be a better person. It has taught me so much about life. I wish that I could be more like a little princess. It easy to act like a princess when everything is going great, and you are happy. But, could I act like a princess if I were in rags and tatters? I don't know if I could. Would I be able to give up 5 hot buns on a freezing cold hungry day? I don't know if I could. What I do know is that If we Love a little more, and think about others more than ourselves, we are acting like little princesses, and the world will be a better place.
Dear Mrs. Burnett,
I am writing you a letter about your book "A Little Princess." My dad first read me this book when I was nine years old. Since then I have read and reread this book countless times. While reading "A Little Princess" I was taught about life, taught about love, taught about what it means to be strong. Sarah taught me that no matter how bad things get you just have to keep going, hold your head up high and be a princess. I know that Sarah is a fictional character, but I am brought to tears in more than one place in this book.
When comparing myself to Sarah I know that I would not be able to be as strong as she is. If I had to work all day without a word of thanks I know that I could not keep my temper. When Sarah gives five out of six buns to a beggar child on street, it makes me want to do something that is kind and heroic. It is amazing that someone so cold, hungry and miserable can be so selfless, and loving to someone they don't even know. What would the world be like if more people, even just one person was a little kinder and more like a princess? "She is hungrier than I am, she's starving." With a shaking hand she put down the fifth bun. "I'm not starving." I wish that I could think of others instead of myself like Sarah does. She could have told herself that she deserved the buns (because she did), that she was nearly starving (Because she was). But no, she gave all of the buns but one to a little beggar child. By doing this she changed this child's life. By doing one small act of kindness in this world we can change lives and more.
While reading "A Little Princess" I learned what it takes to be strong. It takes much more strength to not reply when you are being made fun of or ridiculed, than to fight back and demean the person that was demeaning you. In your book Sarah says "When you will not fly into a passion people know you are stronger than they are. Because you are strong enough to hold in your rage and they're not. And they say stupid things they wish they hadn't said afterward. There's nothing so strong as rage except what makes you hold it in. That's Stronger." I love that quote! "There's nothing so strong as rage except what makes you hold it in." This is so true. After reading this book when someone says something to me to try and make me mad I try to just look at them. Just look and not say anything. If I can do this it is always a better result and I feel better. Sometimes it is so hard for me to keep back the biting remark that is on verge of my lips.
Reading this book has really helped me to be a better person. It hastaught me so much about life. I wish that I could be more like a little princess. It easy to act like a princess when everything is going great, and you are happy. But, could I act like a princess if I were in rags and tatters? I don\'t know if I could. Would I be able to give up 5 hot buns on a freezing cold hungry day? I don\'t know if I could. What I do know is that If we Love a little more, and think about others more than ourselves, we are acting like little princesses, and the world will be a better place.
Reading this book has really helped me to be a better person. It has taught me so much about life. I wish that I could be more like a little princess. It easy to act like a princess when everything is going great, and you are happy. But, could I act like a princess if I were in rags and tatters? I don't know if I could. Would I be able to give up 5 hot buns on a freezing cold hungry day? I don't know if I could. What I do know is that If we Love a little more, and think about others more than ourselves, we are acting like little princesses, and the world will be a better place.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
A lame blog
Ok so I wrote a blog on Les Miserables, but when I went to copy to microsoft word to check for grammer errors I pushed paste instead and my page went blank. Now I really want to go to bed so I am cheating by using a pet peeve speech that we had to write for drama last year. It really lame and I wouldn't advise anyone to read it b/c it is really lame. So sorry for the lame blog Mr. T.
Pet Peeve speechHi everybody today I am going to give my speech on my pet peeve ok, ok kiddies. My pet peeve is when people talk in really annoying voices. The kind of voices that I hate the most are the high pitched and very nasally.
The reason that I hate it when people talk in annoying voices is because it makes it hard to listen to them when you want to cover your ears and run away because they are talking to you like you are two years old. Whenever I babysit this one group of kids they always want to watch a movie. There are four of them and they all want a different movie. If I let one choose then the other one immediately comes up to my and says in the most annoying voice in the world " thats not fair you always let him choose its my turn." It is so annoying!
Last semester I had a teacher who talked in a really annoying voice. Everyday after the bell rang she would say "Ok class, everyone pull out their green notes were going to learn about our internal organs today won’t that be nice". Then she would say to everyone in the class who was tardy, "So Lizzy why were you tardy again today you know that I like to get started as soon as the bell rings." then she would lecture the class on whatever we were learning. It was like torture listening to her voice for 45 minutes.
How we could put a stop to people who talk in really annoying voices by secretly planting a recording device in their hair and it would record everything they say and it would say it back to them. So if my one teacher who is not named were ever to say ok, ok kiddies again the secret recording device would play it back to her and say ok, ok kiddies and she would realize how super bad it sound. So she would immediately stop because nobody really wants to sound that annoying.
So if you want to stay on my good side don’t talk in an annoying way, you can do it to someone else but not to me. If I have offended any of you who do this, just remember I don’t hate you I hate how you talk. One more thing if anyone of you know who that teacher I was talking about is don’t say anything to her about my little example of her class. Because I have a little sister who is probably going to have her and I don’t want it to be any worse for her than it was for me. Thanks.
Pet Peeve speechHi everybody today I am going to give my speech on my pet peeve ok, ok kiddies. My pet peeve is when people talk in really annoying voices. The kind of voices that I hate the most are the high pitched and very nasally.
The reason that I hate it when people talk in annoying voices is because it makes it hard to listen to them when you want to cover your ears and run away because they are talking to you like you are two years old. Whenever I babysit this one group of kids they always want to watch a movie. There are four of them and they all want a different movie. If I let one choose then the other one immediately comes up to my and says in the most annoying voice in the world " thats not fair you always let him choose its my turn." It is so annoying!
Last semester I had a teacher who talked in a really annoying voice. Everyday after the bell rang she would say "Ok class, everyone pull out their green notes were going to learn about our internal organs today won’t that be nice". Then she would say to everyone in the class who was tardy, "So Lizzy why were you tardy again today you know that I like to get started as soon as the bell rings." then she would lecture the class on whatever we were learning. It was like torture listening to her voice for 45 minutes.
How we could put a stop to people who talk in really annoying voices by secretly planting a recording device in their hair and it would record everything they say and it would say it back to them. So if my one teacher who is not named were ever to say ok, ok kiddies again the secret recording device would play it back to her and say ok, ok kiddies and she would realize how super bad it sound. So she would immediately stop because nobody really wants to sound that annoying.
So if you want to stay on my good side don’t talk in an annoying way, you can do it to someone else but not to me. If I have offended any of you who do this, just remember I don’t hate you I hate how you talk. One more thing if anyone of you know who that teacher I was talking about is don’t say anything to her about my little example of her class. Because I have a little sister who is probably going to have her and I don’t want it to be any worse for her than it was for me. Thanks.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
It's the most wonderful time of the year!!!!
I love Christmas!!! It really is the most wonderful time of the year! I am so excited for SNOW! It is going to snow a ton this season. I am so excited! Some may say that it is not the most wonderful time of the year; they may say that this is just my opinion. I am here to tell you that it is not just my opinion; it really is the most wonderful time of the year!
A lot of you might be thinking that it is way too early to start being excited for Christmas. Well, my theory is that the sooner you start planning and thinking about Christmas the longer it lasts. All I listen to on the radio these days is cozy 106.5. This station plays all Christmas music, all the time, with more songs and less talk. I am going to try to make this the most memorable Christmas ever! When you ask people what their most memorable Christmas is, nobody will ever tell you it was when they got exactly what they wanted, or when everything went perfect.
My dad's most memorable Christmas was the first year my mom and him moved into our house. It was 19 years ago and they were dirt poor, due to the fact that my dad has recently finished medical school and built this house. My parents had five children under the age of ten at the time, so they could not afford an expensive Christmas, or a real Christmas at all for that matter. When I asked my dad what their budget was for Christmas, he replied saying, "What budget? We had no money." My mom and dad did what they could, but it wasn't much. A few days before Christmas Eve, One of my Dad's nurses brought a big bag full of toys. She said that she was just going to take these to the DI, but then she thought that my dad might want some of them. All of the toys were in good condition, and a lot of them hadn't even been opened. This is what my siblings got for Christmas. If my dad's nurse would not have done this then, they would not have had a Christmas with presents. It just goes to show that little things like giving a bag full of toys to someone can do.
Two years ago my mom's sister and her 6 children were living with us. We had 14 people living in our house, most of them little kids. My aunt had a new born baby and 5 other children. I remember one night a little before Christmas when we were all sitting at home and the doorbell rang. We ran to the door, and on the porch there were two big black bags full of Christmas presents. We ran outside to see who had dropped this off. All we saw was a white car speeding off our street. My cousins were so excited! They couldn't believe that people would just give away all of these presents. Then the exact same thing happened a few days later. A bunch of presents were dropped on our doorstep, with a card to our cousins saying "Merry Christmas and we love you!" About a week later another big black bag of presents was dropped off. It is so amazing what a spirit of giving there is around Christmas time. Three different families gave my cousins a Christmas.
A lot of you might be thinking that it is way too early to start being excited for Christmas. Well, my theory is that the sooner you start planning and thinking about Christmas the longer it lasts. All I listen to on the radio these days is cozy 106.5. This station plays all Christmas music, all the time, with more songs and less talk. I am going to try to make this the most memorable Christmas ever! When you ask people what their most memorable Christmas is, nobody will ever tell you it was when they got exactly what they wanted, or when everything went perfect.
My dad's most memorable Christmas was the first year my mom and him moved into our house. It was 19 years ago and they were dirt poor, due to the fact that my dad has recently finished medical school and built this house. My parents had five children under the age of ten at the time, so they could not afford an expensive Christmas, or a real Christmas at all for that matter. When I asked my dad what their budget was for Christmas, he replied saying, "What budget? We had no money." My mom and dad did what they could, but it wasn't much. A few days before Christmas Eve, One of my Dad's nurses brought a big bag full of toys. She said that she was just going to take these to the DI, but then she thought that my dad might want some of them. All of the toys were in good condition, and a lot of them hadn't even been opened. This is what my siblings got for Christmas. If my dad's nurse would not have done this then, they would not have had a Christmas with presents. It just goes to show that little things like giving a bag full of toys to someone can do.
Two years ago my mom's sister and her 6 children were living with us. We had 14 people living in our house, most of them little kids. My aunt had a new born baby and 5 other children. I remember one night a little before Christmas when we were all sitting at home and the doorbell rang. We ran to the door, and on the porch there were two big black bags full of Christmas presents. We ran outside to see who had dropped this off. All we saw was a white car speeding off our street. My cousins were so excited! They couldn't believe that people would just give away all of these presents. Then the exact same thing happened a few days later. A bunch of presents were dropped on our doorstep, with a card to our cousins saying "Merry Christmas and we love you!" About a week later another big black bag of presents was dropped off. It is so amazing what a spirit of giving there is around Christmas time. Three different families gave my cousins a Christmas.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Someone who...well?
After you read this blog DO NOT ASK ME WHO THE PEOPLE ARE! I will not tell you. It does not really matter who they are anyway! In this blog I am not saying that these girls are bad people I was only telling of experiences I have had.
All of you know the kind people that nobody seems to like. I think that are certain characteristics that most people don't want in a friend. Dishonest, boastful, mean, annoying, snotty, COMPLAINERS, I could probably go on and on. We all have some bad characteristics, but some people seem bug me more.
I know someone that nobody likes. It is so sad, but what can I say, I don't like her either. She does two things that drive everybody insane! She lies and she constantly brags. More often then not she is bragging about something that is a lie. She will say stuff like " I went on a cruise, and I met like, so many hot guys like, we went swimming every night and like, they all told me I was hot and like, now I like, email them all the time, and like it is so cool." When she says this, what she want me to say? Something like,” you are so lucky! I wish all the boys would tell me I'm hot just like they tell you. Too bad that only happens to you over seas." She also tells me how rich her family is, and how much money they have. It is so annoying! I wonder why she says this. Is it because she thinks it will make me think she is cool? Maybe it is because she has never been taught what good manners are. I don't think it is good manners to tell people how much better you are then them.
I also think that there are kids who are mean. It is almost as if they feel that if they are nice to you that you will try to take advantage of their kindness. If this is why they are mean then it is probably because someone somewhere has been really mean to them and now they can't trust anyone they don't know how to be sincerely nice. Maybe someone had made fun of them for glasses, or they were the kid that everybody taunts in elementary school.
In school I sat next to a girl who seemed genuinely mean. I would ask her a question and she would say, "Figure it out yourself." or "it's so easy." I also recieved frequent looks of hatred from her. I mean real hatred. She looked at me as if I had been yelling at her, or gossiping about her. She would also always roll her eyes at me. If I ever said anything in class, I recieved an expected roll of the eyes. At first I was mean back. For about half a term we would both be rude to each other. But them I realized that I was just being retarted by doing what she expected me to do. I then tried a different approach. I gave her compliments if she looked cute, or was wearing something that looked nice. I said hi to her in the halls. I made fun of the teacher and she laughed. Sometimes we even had real conversations. I really had to try so hard to make friends with this person. It still seemed like she didn't have some of the basic social skills that most people have. It was almost like she had put up a wall against friendship. She didn't really want you to be nice to her. She didn't want pity. I am still trying to be her friend. I think that after a term or two she might trust me to be her friend.
All of you know the kind people that nobody seems to like. I think that are certain characteristics that most people don't want in a friend. Dishonest, boastful, mean, annoying, snotty, COMPLAINERS, I could probably go on and on. We all have some bad characteristics, but some people seem bug me more.
I know someone that nobody likes. It is so sad, but what can I say, I don't like her either. She does two things that drive everybody insane! She lies and she constantly brags. More often then not she is bragging about something that is a lie. She will say stuff like " I went on a cruise, and I met like, so many hot guys like, we went swimming every night and like, they all told me I was hot and like, now I like, email them all the time, and like it is so cool." When she says this, what she want me to say? Something like,” you are so lucky! I wish all the boys would tell me I'm hot just like they tell you. Too bad that only happens to you over seas." She also tells me how rich her family is, and how much money they have. It is so annoying! I wonder why she says this. Is it because she thinks it will make me think she is cool? Maybe it is because she has never been taught what good manners are. I don't think it is good manners to tell people how much better you are then them.
I also think that there are kids who are mean. It is almost as if they feel that if they are nice to you that you will try to take advantage of their kindness. If this is why they are mean then it is probably because someone somewhere has been really mean to them and now they can't trust anyone they don't know how to be sincerely nice. Maybe someone had made fun of them for glasses, or they were the kid that everybody taunts in elementary school.
In school I sat next to a girl who seemed genuinely mean. I would ask her a question and she would say, "Figure it out yourself." or "it's so easy." I also recieved frequent looks of hatred from her. I mean real hatred. She looked at me as if I had been yelling at her, or gossiping about her. She would also always roll her eyes at me. If I ever said anything in class, I recieved an expected roll of the eyes. At first I was mean back. For about half a term we would both be rude to each other. But them I realized that I was just being retarted by doing what she expected me to do. I then tried a different approach. I gave her compliments if she looked cute, or was wearing something that looked nice. I said hi to her in the halls. I made fun of the teacher and she laughed. Sometimes we even had real conversations. I really had to try so hard to make friends with this person. It still seemed like she didn't have some of the basic social skills that most people have. It was almost like she had put up a wall against friendship. She didn't really want you to be nice to her. She didn't want pity. I am still trying to be her friend. I think that after a term or two she might trust me to be her friend.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Parents
I was thinking about what a big affect our parents have on us. It is amazing how much people are like their parents. I have 6 older brothers and sisters, so I have seen that as they grow older they become more alike my mom and dad. Some of them more than others.
It is our parents who teach us our first values and standards. They teach us what is right and wrong. If their standards are low or their values bad, most likely ours will be too. There are some people I know and their dad thinks that it is ok to lie a little bit, or ok to watch bad movies and do sorta bad things. Because of their dad, these people are not very happy. I have watched my friend's life go downhill. I can no longer trust her, or be happy when I am around her. When we talk I feel so sad about what she has got herself into. She thinks that if she is pretty enough, and has enough clothes that she will be happy. She is caught up in so many lies and problems that it makes me hurt to think about it. This friend has lied to me, stolen my things, and behaved in outrageous ways. This would not have happened if her dad had not taught her that it is ok. I have heard him tell her to lie to her mom, or lie to get out of trouble. He will do things that are not right. This shows her that it is ok to do things that are not right. We trust our parents, and we trust them to make good decisions. If they make bad decisions or do bad things we will most likely do the same.
On a different note I think that parents can be totally unfair and unreasonable. They will punish us for something that we had no control over. For example, my friend Melissa's dad came to pick her up from my house one night after we were hanging out. When he rang the doorbell nobody answered because we were in the backyard, and my mom was asleep. Melissa couldn't help it that my mom was asleep, when we expected her to come and get us. Melissa got grounded for a week and had to walk home from school. First of all, this wasn't exactly her fault. Secondly this punishment was seriously way too harsh.
Just now my mom and dad are getting mad at me for using the computer. I am using it way too long and they want to check their email. The thing is that if I was to not do this and get kicked out of Honors English they would be super mad. I get in trouble both ways. Every time that I have to do my honors English stuff I literally have to fight someone for the computer. If not my parents my brother if not him then it is my sister. It is really annoying. Parents are great, and I'm glad that I have great parents, but sometimes they can be a pain.
It is our parents who teach us our first values and standards. They teach us what is right and wrong. If their standards are low or their values bad, most likely ours will be too. There are some people I know and their dad thinks that it is ok to lie a little bit, or ok to watch bad movies and do sorta bad things. Because of their dad, these people are not very happy. I have watched my friend's life go downhill. I can no longer trust her, or be happy when I am around her. When we talk I feel so sad about what she has got herself into. She thinks that if she is pretty enough, and has enough clothes that she will be happy. She is caught up in so many lies and problems that it makes me hurt to think about it. This friend has lied to me, stolen my things, and behaved in outrageous ways. This would not have happened if her dad had not taught her that it is ok. I have heard him tell her to lie to her mom, or lie to get out of trouble. He will do things that are not right. This shows her that it is ok to do things that are not right. We trust our parents, and we trust them to make good decisions. If they make bad decisions or do bad things we will most likely do the same.
On a different note I think that parents can be totally unfair and unreasonable. They will punish us for something that we had no control over. For example, my friend Melissa's dad came to pick her up from my house one night after we were hanging out. When he rang the doorbell nobody answered because we were in the backyard, and my mom was asleep. Melissa couldn't help it that my mom was asleep, when we expected her to come and get us. Melissa got grounded for a week and had to walk home from school. First of all, this wasn't exactly her fault. Secondly this punishment was seriously way too harsh.
Just now my mom and dad are getting mad at me for using the computer. I am using it way too long and they want to check their email. The thing is that if I was to not do this and get kicked out of Honors English they would be super mad. I get in trouble both ways. Every time that I have to do my honors English stuff I literally have to fight someone for the computer. If not my parents my brother if not him then it is my sister. It is really annoying. Parents are great, and I'm glad that I have great parents, but sometimes they can be a pain.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Running!
This year I am running with the Davis high school cross country team. It is the coolest thing I have ever done. The usual response to me telling someone that I run and train daily is " I hate running," or "I could never do that. Nobody in my family runs." Maybe they will even admit "I ran the mile in gym in over eleven minutes." Well all of you who say things like this are very dumb and incredibly stupid.
"I hate running." when people say this what do they mean? They could at least go into some detail, saying that they hate it when they are running and their whole body hurts and all they want to do is stop because they can't breathe and they feel like they are going to see their breakfast any minute. If they said that, I would feel respect for this person, because first this showed that they have actually run before. Second they pushed themselves while running. When someone tells me that they hate running I ask them if they have ever run before. One response (that I usually get from guys) is them telling me how amazingly good they are, "Yeah, last year in gym I ran a 5 minute mile." Or, "In 5th grade on field day I beat everyone in everything." This makes me laugh because it is such a lie. Why do people have to lie about something like this? It is not like they think I believe them. You can always tell if it is a lie because after they tell me this they will say something like, "You don't believe me do you?" "No I really do." "No you don't." "Yes I do." It is really very dumb. My favorite reply to someone hating running is that they are just lazy. I like to say this, because it is true! Everyone could run if they ran and trained every day. If you would just run 30 minutes a day you could easily race in a 5 K.
I think that some people who try running in track or cross country expect it to be easy. It is not easy at all. It takes tons of hard work and determination. I remember one of our workouts in cross country was murder. It was a boiling hot day, I hadn't been drinking a lot of water and I was grumpy. We ran down to this park about 1 1/2 miles from the school. When we got there our coach told us that we were going to be running 400 meter sprints. I wasn't too discouraged until he told us that we would be running 12 of them! We also had a time limit of under 1:50 min. I was lucky I was in the slower group; the higher groups had to run them in 70-80 seconds. While I was running I was thinking to myself, why do I even do this? I am killing myself and for what? It was so hard, but it seemed like the more I ran, the easier it got. After running back to the school we all felt so accomplished. It was a little like getting an A on a Math test that you had studied super hard for. Running not only make you physically fit but it makes you feel good about yourself. It taught me that it is important to keep doing something even though I am not the best one there. It is like anything that you would do in life. If you quit after the first week of pain and suffering, then you'll never know what it felt like to finish a race, or incredibly hard workout. Running is the best!
"I hate running." when people say this what do they mean? They could at least go into some detail, saying that they hate it when they are running and their whole body hurts and all they want to do is stop because they can't breathe and they feel like they are going to see their breakfast any minute. If they said that, I would feel respect for this person, because first this showed that they have actually run before. Second they pushed themselves while running. When someone tells me that they hate running I ask them if they have ever run before. One response (that I usually get from guys) is them telling me how amazingly good they are, "Yeah, last year in gym I ran a 5 minute mile." Or, "In 5th grade on field day I beat everyone in everything." This makes me laugh because it is such a lie. Why do people have to lie about something like this? It is not like they think I believe them. You can always tell if it is a lie because after they tell me this they will say something like, "You don't believe me do you?" "No I really do." "No you don't." "Yes I do." It is really very dumb. My favorite reply to someone hating running is that they are just lazy. I like to say this, because it is true! Everyone could run if they ran and trained every day. If you would just run 30 minutes a day you could easily race in a 5 K.
I think that some people who try running in track or cross country expect it to be easy. It is not easy at all. It takes tons of hard work and determination. I remember one of our workouts in cross country was murder. It was a boiling hot day, I hadn't been drinking a lot of water and I was grumpy. We ran down to this park about 1 1/2 miles from the school. When we got there our coach told us that we were going to be running 400 meter sprints. I wasn't too discouraged until he told us that we would be running 12 of them! We also had a time limit of under 1:50 min. I was lucky I was in the slower group; the higher groups had to run them in 70-80 seconds. While I was running I was thinking to myself, why do I even do this? I am killing myself and for what? It was so hard, but it seemed like the more I ran, the easier it got. After running back to the school we all felt so accomplished. It was a little like getting an A on a Math test that you had studied super hard for. Running not only make you physically fit but it makes you feel good about yourself. It taught me that it is important to keep doing something even though I am not the best one there. It is like anything that you would do in life. If you quit after the first week of pain and suffering, then you'll never know what it felt like to finish a race, or incredibly hard workout. Running is the best!
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Leaving the kids behind
I come from a family of eight children. My parents have always been very busy. I am the 7th child so I did not experience all of the chaos, since now there are only 2 of us at home. When I think about things that have happened to my family I am amazed that all of us are still alive.
My brother Spencer (the 6th child) is the most famous for getting lost or being left behind. When he was about 3 years old (I wasn't born yet) my whole my family went to Park City for the day, entertaining a girl from France. They were in a mall getting something to eat. Spencer and Jon were playing with the escalator. Suddenly Jon yelled "Dad! Spencer pushed that button and made the escalator stop working." "Well, the people who work at the mall will have to take care of it, right now we have to go" replied my dad. On the drive home everyone was sleeping in our enormous 8-seater Mormon van, so my parents didn't notice that one child was missing. Once they arrived home my Mom noticed that Spencer had not come into the house. "Has anyone seen Spencer?" she asked. "He's most likely still in the car" Said my dad. Spencer however was not in the car. As a matter of fact they could not find him anywhere. "Call the police see if they found him. I know he be alright, they're good people up there, but I can't believe we've left him!" said my mom. My mom called Park City Police and luckily (very luckily) they had my big brother. The first thing the police wanted to know was what my brother’s name was. "All your little boy will tell us it that he is a big boy" Said the policeman. "That is the only thing we can get out of him, I'm a big boy, I'm a big boy," His name is Spencer my relieved and flustered mom said. "I'll be rightup to get him." My brother was retrieved safely, although it might have been against his will. He liked it in the police station where they gave him doughnuts and let him watch cartoons.
A month later my brother was left behind and nobody even noticed. They were camping and had driven to a better fishing lake. They went to the lake and fished and then drove back to their campsite to fix dinner. Once they got back to their campsite my sister said, "Dad I left my shoes back at the lake." "Okay, well we better go and get him." He jumped in the van and drove to the lake again. When they got there some other people who were there said to them, "Did you leave a little boy here?" "No we left a pair of shoes, but not a little boy." replied my dad. Then here came Spencer running out of the trees yelling "that was very wude of you to weave my here" The strangers looked at my dad questioningly and said "Are you sure you didn' t leave a little boy here?" My dad looked at them and laughed. Then he took Spencer and the shoes and drove back to the camp site.
I was even left at a my dance studio when I was 4 years old. My brother was supposed to pick me up after my class was done. Unfortunately he decided to go rock climbing instead. I was left there for almost 3 hours. I finally got the courage to ask the dance teacher if I could use her phone. The funny thing is my anut and Uncle lived across the street, I could have gone to their house if I hadn't been terrified of my Uncle at the time. I was so scared of him because everytime I saw him He made me give him a big kiss. I hated this! I would rather suffer sitting alone at my dance class then have to face a big wet one from him.
My brother Spencer (the 6th child) is the most famous for getting lost or being left behind. When he was about 3 years old (I wasn't born yet) my whole my family went to Park City for the day, entertaining a girl from France. They were in a mall getting something to eat. Spencer and Jon were playing with the escalator. Suddenly Jon yelled "Dad! Spencer pushed that button and made the escalator stop working." "Well, the people who work at the mall will have to take care of it, right now we have to go" replied my dad. On the drive home everyone was sleeping in our enormous 8-seater Mormon van, so my parents didn't notice that one child was missing. Once they arrived home my Mom noticed that Spencer had not come into the house. "Has anyone seen Spencer?" she asked. "He's most likely still in the car" Said my dad. Spencer however was not in the car. As a matter of fact they could not find him anywhere. "Call the police see if they found him. I know he be alright, they're good people up there, but I can't believe we've left him!" said my mom. My mom called Park City Police and luckily (very luckily) they had my big brother. The first thing the police wanted to know was what my brother’s name was. "All your little boy will tell us it that he is a big boy" Said the policeman. "That is the only thing we can get out of him, I'm a big boy, I'm a big boy," His name is Spencer my relieved and flustered mom said. "I'll be rightup to get him." My brother was retrieved safely, although it might have been against his will. He liked it in the police station where they gave him doughnuts and let him watch cartoons.
A month later my brother was left behind and nobody even noticed. They were camping and had driven to a better fishing lake. They went to the lake and fished and then drove back to their campsite to fix dinner. Once they got back to their campsite my sister said, "Dad I left my shoes back at the lake." "Okay, well we better go and get him." He jumped in the van and drove to the lake again. When they got there some other people who were there said to them, "Did you leave a little boy here?" "No we left a pair of shoes, but not a little boy." replied my dad. Then here came Spencer running out of the trees yelling "that was very wude of you to weave my here" The strangers looked at my dad questioningly and said "Are you sure you didn' t leave a little boy here?" My dad looked at them and laughed. Then he took Spencer and the shoes and drove back to the camp site.
I was even left at a my dance studio when I was 4 years old. My brother was supposed to pick me up after my class was done. Unfortunately he decided to go rock climbing instead. I was left there for almost 3 hours. I finally got the courage to ask the dance teacher if I could use her phone. The funny thing is my anut and Uncle lived across the street, I could have gone to their house if I hadn't been terrified of my Uncle at the time. I was so scared of him because everytime I saw him He made me give him a big kiss. I hated this! I would rather suffer sitting alone at my dance class then have to face a big wet one from him.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Teachers and kids.
I decided to write about teachers after I read that comment on Mr. T's blog from Dominique Wakefield. In her comment she said:
"All students have to worry about is themselves and their homework and such while teachers have to worry about themselves, their students, their classes, their class plans, their families and anything else that could be going on in their lives. I was thinking the other day about how teacher are always so prepared, every single day. It’s like giving a forty-five minute presentation every single day. One of the most important jobs in this country today is teaching. I don't even want to fathom about where we would be as an educated country without it. Teachers should be paid much more for what they do."
All I can say is that you are one lucky girl if all you have to worry about is yourself and you homework. I don't think I have ever met anyone that doesn't have a million things to worry about. You said that teachers have to worry about their classes and their families; well don't students have to worry about that too. It’s not like we don't worry about our families. When a family member is sick or hurt we worry about them. I worry about millions of things. Practicing the piano, practicing voice, worrying about how I will do in my races, worrying that I will get injured, eating right, and studying for a test, finishing that term project, worrying about my family. The list goes on and on!
I think that some kids have it easier than a lot of adults, but a lot of adults have it easier than kids. I have a friend who has to worry about things like enough food for her and her brothers and sisters. She is always worried about her dad going back to jail, or getting in trouble. Students have to worry about a lot too.
One thing that really bugged me is when she said that teachers are always prepared. I do not agree with that at all! A lot of my teachers are not always prepared. Last year in English we spent more than a month (well, that is what it seemed like) listening to Tom Sawyer on a book on tape. All the teacher would do is make us listen and then give us 5 minutes after every chapter to answer some questions. It was the biggest waste of time. She never had to prepare anything. I had English first period, and all I did was study and do other assignments. My class once started clapping when I actually got there on time. That motivated me to come for awhile.
Most teachers don't give 45 minute presentations. They talk for 15 minutes and give you an assignment. They make you read something and give you an assignment. They make you watch a movie then do an assignment. There is also the kind of teacher who just lectures the whole time while you are supposed to take notes. These are the classes that I dread. They are so boring, and pointless. Do you ever remember all of the stuff they are teaching even after you cram for the test? I know I don't.
The cool thing about school is sometimes you find a really amazing teacher who can excite you about anything. You can't wait until their class to see what crazy thing they will do next. Or maybe a teacher will just make you laugh the whole class. Maybe a teacher who will tell you crazy stories. I love going to a class like that. I hate a teacher who tries to be your friend or tries to be really cool. Talking in slang or saying they love the most popular T.V. show that is on at the time. That is the worst kind of teacher. I wish teachers would just teach in their own way. Not trying to do all of those stupid new better ways of teaching. Teachers are the best if they are just themselves.
"All students have to worry about is themselves and their homework and such while teachers have to worry about themselves, their students, their classes, their class plans, their families and anything else that could be going on in their lives. I was thinking the other day about how teacher are always so prepared, every single day. It’s like giving a forty-five minute presentation every single day. One of the most important jobs in this country today is teaching. I don't even want to fathom about where we would be as an educated country without it. Teachers should be paid much more for what they do."
All I can say is that you are one lucky girl if all you have to worry about is yourself and you homework. I don't think I have ever met anyone that doesn't have a million things to worry about. You said that teachers have to worry about their classes and their families; well don't students have to worry about that too. It’s not like we don't worry about our families. When a family member is sick or hurt we worry about them. I worry about millions of things. Practicing the piano, practicing voice, worrying about how I will do in my races, worrying that I will get injured, eating right, and studying for a test, finishing that term project, worrying about my family. The list goes on and on!
I think that some kids have it easier than a lot of adults, but a lot of adults have it easier than kids. I have a friend who has to worry about things like enough food for her and her brothers and sisters. She is always worried about her dad going back to jail, or getting in trouble. Students have to worry about a lot too.
One thing that really bugged me is when she said that teachers are always prepared. I do not agree with that at all! A lot of my teachers are not always prepared. Last year in English we spent more than a month (well, that is what it seemed like) listening to Tom Sawyer on a book on tape. All the teacher would do is make us listen and then give us 5 minutes after every chapter to answer some questions. It was the biggest waste of time. She never had to prepare anything. I had English first period, and all I did was study and do other assignments. My class once started clapping when I actually got there on time. That motivated me to come for awhile.
Most teachers don't give 45 minute presentations. They talk for 15 minutes and give you an assignment. They make you read something and give you an assignment. They make you watch a movie then do an assignment. There is also the kind of teacher who just lectures the whole time while you are supposed to take notes. These are the classes that I dread. They are so boring, and pointless. Do you ever remember all of the stuff they are teaching even after you cram for the test? I know I don't.
The cool thing about school is sometimes you find a really amazing teacher who can excite you about anything. You can't wait until their class to see what crazy thing they will do next. Or maybe a teacher will just make you laugh the whole class. Maybe a teacher who will tell you crazy stories. I love going to a class like that. I hate a teacher who tries to be your friend or tries to be really cool. Talking in slang or saying they love the most popular T.V. show that is on at the time. That is the worst kind of teacher. I wish teachers would just teach in their own way. Not trying to do all of those stupid new better ways of teaching. Teachers are the best if they are just themselves.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
The things that bug me most in life
I have decided to write about what bugs me most in life. I have narrowed it down to 8 things if you do or have these things. Please take it personally and try to change it.
1. When girls call themselves fat.
2. Fake people
3. 5 paragraph essays
4. Boys who are scared of bugs.
5. The violin
6. Strained smiles
7. Bad breath
8. Genuinely mean people
1.I hate it when girls call themselves fat! It is the most annoying thing in the world! Have you noticed that fat girls don’t call themselves fat. Only the really skinny girls with no self esteem call themselves fat. The only reason that they do it is because they want you to tell them how skinny they are. Sometimes when a girl will do this I will just look at her strait in the eye and say nothing. Or sometimes if I know the girl fairly well I will tell her to “Stop eating then.” It is quite funny to see their reactions. It is also a very effective if you want them to stop.
2.Fake people bug me a lot. All of you know fake people. Maybe you are a fake person. If you are try to change for the sake of my sanity. Most the time I can’t deal with fake people. I don’t have time to play all of their stupid fake people games. Where you know a girl hates more than she would hate sticking her head in the “porcelain unmentionable” and flushing it. But then when you see her she gives you a big hug and starts saying “We really need to hang out sometime, it’s been so long.” Then as soon as you leave she starts saying to all of her friends. “OMG did you see her hair? And her teeth, I can’t believe she would leave the house like that.” That really bugs me.
3. I hate 5 paragraph essays with a passion! They are the most boring things to write let alone read! All you do is repeat yourself over and over again. You tell them what you are going to tell them. Then you tell them. Then you tell them what you told them. Why would they even want to read it if you already told them what you are going to tell them? Then you will tell them what you told them. That is pointless they already know what you told them why do you have to tell them again?
4. I can’t stand it when a guy sees a spider and starts saying, “ugh, sick, and kill it.” I usually just want to pick it up and through it at them. When a guy sees a nasty bug they are supposed to pick it up put it in a jar and keep it as a pet. Not act like the tiny little bug is going to eat them.
5.I used to play the violin. It was the worst experience of my life. Whenever I hear the violin I get these really bad chills all over my body. I have to plug my ears or leave the room. It is really weird, but I cannot stand to hear a violin.
6.There are people I know who smile all the time. I sometimes fell bad for them because it isn’t a cute genuine smile. It is usually this strained fake grimace showing all their teeth. It looks so painful, and it is not attractive at all.
7.When people are talking to me and they have really bad breath I try to end the conversation because I can’t stand the smell of bad breath. I sometime will say to them “hey, want some gum or a mint.” A lot of times I will find the people with bad breath will say “no I don’t like gum” or “I hate having mint things.” I am not saying that I never have bad breath. Because I am sure that I do. I just hate bad breath
8Do all of you know people who are just mean for the heck of it? I do it is super sad. It is like they have to be mean to someone just to make themselves feel better. Last year I was eating lunch with some girls and they were laughing at another girl’s denim jumper. They didn’t even know this girl but they were all making fun of her. It made me sick when they went up to her and asked her where she got it. When she told them they all burst out laughing. This was a girl that had never done anything to them. They had no reason to be mean to her. I was the only girl who didn’t participate it this nasty behavior. I have no room to say anything. I easily could have said something to make them stop. Or I could have went and apologized for them after. But I didn’t. I hate people who are mean like that. I really do.
Well those are the things that bug me most in life. Wow I sound like a jerk. Sorry if I offended anyone.
1. When girls call themselves fat.
2. Fake people
3. 5 paragraph essays
4. Boys who are scared of bugs.
5. The violin
6. Strained smiles
7. Bad breath
8. Genuinely mean people
1.I hate it when girls call themselves fat! It is the most annoying thing in the world! Have you noticed that fat girls don’t call themselves fat. Only the really skinny girls with no self esteem call themselves fat. The only reason that they do it is because they want you to tell them how skinny they are. Sometimes when a girl will do this I will just look at her strait in the eye and say nothing. Or sometimes if I know the girl fairly well I will tell her to “Stop eating then.” It is quite funny to see their reactions. It is also a very effective if you want them to stop.
2.Fake people bug me a lot. All of you know fake people. Maybe you are a fake person. If you are try to change for the sake of my sanity. Most the time I can’t deal with fake people. I don’t have time to play all of their stupid fake people games. Where you know a girl hates more than she would hate sticking her head in the “porcelain unmentionable” and flushing it. But then when you see her she gives you a big hug and starts saying “We really need to hang out sometime, it’s been so long.” Then as soon as you leave she starts saying to all of her friends. “OMG did you see her hair? And her teeth, I can’t believe she would leave the house like that.” That really bugs me.
3. I hate 5 paragraph essays with a passion! They are the most boring things to write let alone read! All you do is repeat yourself over and over again. You tell them what you are going to tell them. Then you tell them. Then you tell them what you told them. Why would they even want to read it if you already told them what you are going to tell them? Then you will tell them what you told them. That is pointless they already know what you told them why do you have to tell them again?
4. I can’t stand it when a guy sees a spider and starts saying, “ugh, sick, and kill it.” I usually just want to pick it up and through it at them. When a guy sees a nasty bug they are supposed to pick it up put it in a jar and keep it as a pet. Not act like the tiny little bug is going to eat them.
5.I used to play the violin. It was the worst experience of my life. Whenever I hear the violin I get these really bad chills all over my body. I have to plug my ears or leave the room. It is really weird, but I cannot stand to hear a violin.
6.There are people I know who smile all the time. I sometimes fell bad for them because it isn’t a cute genuine smile. It is usually this strained fake grimace showing all their teeth. It looks so painful, and it is not attractive at all.
7.When people are talking to me and they have really bad breath I try to end the conversation because I can’t stand the smell of bad breath. I sometime will say to them “hey, want some gum or a mint.” A lot of times I will find the people with bad breath will say “no I don’t like gum” or “I hate having mint things.” I am not saying that I never have bad breath. Because I am sure that I do. I just hate bad breath
8Do all of you know people who are just mean for the heck of it? I do it is super sad. It is like they have to be mean to someone just to make themselves feel better. Last year I was eating lunch with some girls and they were laughing at another girl’s denim jumper. They didn’t even know this girl but they were all making fun of her. It made me sick when they went up to her and asked her where she got it. When she told them they all burst out laughing. This was a girl that had never done anything to them. They had no reason to be mean to her. I was the only girl who didn’t participate it this nasty behavior. I have no room to say anything. I easily could have said something to make them stop. Or I could have went and apologized for them after. But I didn’t. I hate people who are mean like that. I really do.
Well those are the things that bug me most in life. Wow I sound like a jerk. Sorry if I offended anyone.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Il mio babbo era supercool!!!
Pronto! Io sono la lucertolina piccola. Oggi abbiamo un Guest Blogger....mio fratello Jon Wallin. Lui voleva scrivere questa prima frase.
That first senctence my brother wrote. It is Italian. Try and figure out what It means.
In the summer my family always go backpacking. We hike about 7 to 10 miles to a lake in the Wind River mountains or a similar place. This means about 5 hours of just walking,walking,walking. Whenever we do this I get incredibly board, so I ask my dad to tell me stories. Sometimes I will give him a subject like, the scarest thing you have ever done, the most trouble you have ever got in, ect. My favorite thing to hear about is how crazy he was in high school. My dad was the coolest guy ever! He owes most of this to his best friend Dave. I have never met Dave even though I know a ton about him. He is the coolest, luckiest, weird guy I have ever not known.
When my dad tells me stories it sounds like Dave came up with all of the ideas and my dad just did it with him. One of the coolest things about Dave and my dad is they Never got caught. Not once did they get into trouble. One story my Dad tells me a lot is their closest call to getting caught. First you have to know about the system his school had back in the 60's of keeping kids from cutting school. It was the card system. Blue cards were the most important. If you missed any school, the next day you would take the blue card to all your classes along with a note from your parents stating why you were absent. Then each teacher would sign the blue card. At the end of the day you 7th period teacher would collect all of the cards and put them on the black board. A girl from the office would come around and collect them during 7th period. Complecated, I know.
Well One day Dave and My dad decided to go golfing during math 7th period. Math was an easy class for them to ditch because the teacher never collect the blue cards. They waited until almost everyone had to class and then they started to leave. Unluckily their math teacher was walking down the hall late to class. "Where are you gentlemen going?" "Oh" Dave replied cooly "I have a dentist appointment. See I have a pink card" This pink card (that Dave had forged) was to excuse him from class. "I'm giving him a ride, he doesn't have a car." my dad quickly replied. "O.K. boys, have a good time" said their teacher with a smirk on his face. They went and golfed had a great time. The next day My dad took some spare blue cards(which you are only supposed to be able to get when you are absent) and told Dave to forge them just in case their teacher asked for them. They weren't worried he hadn't collected any cards all year. It was a good thing they had the blue cards because at the begining of class." I believe you too gentelmen were gone yesterday. Do you have my blue cards" "Yes we have them right here sir." He put them on the board for the girl to come and get them. I wish I could have seen them sweating in their seats. They thought they were dead! Lying, sluffing, and forging blue cards. They waited and waited, but the girls never came to collect the blue cards. The girl stopped coming because Their teacher never put the cards up. They didn't even get in trouble. Even thought that is not a really bad thing that they did, That was the closest they ever got to getting caught.
My dad did a ton of way cooler stuff I just don't have time to tell it all. Once they tied the seminary doors shut. Turning peoples pee green with some chemical they learned about in chemistry, and other awesome stuff. This will be continued next week.
That first senctence my brother wrote. It is Italian. Try and figure out what It means.
In the summer my family always go backpacking. We hike about 7 to 10 miles to a lake in the Wind River mountains or a similar place. This means about 5 hours of just walking,walking,walking. Whenever we do this I get incredibly board, so I ask my dad to tell me stories. Sometimes I will give him a subject like, the scarest thing you have ever done, the most trouble you have ever got in, ect. My favorite thing to hear about is how crazy he was in high school. My dad was the coolest guy ever! He owes most of this to his best friend Dave. I have never met Dave even though I know a ton about him. He is the coolest, luckiest, weird guy I have ever not known.
When my dad tells me stories it sounds like Dave came up with all of the ideas and my dad just did it with him. One of the coolest things about Dave and my dad is they Never got caught. Not once did they get into trouble. One story my Dad tells me a lot is their closest call to getting caught. First you have to know about the system his school had back in the 60's of keeping kids from cutting school. It was the card system. Blue cards were the most important. If you missed any school, the next day you would take the blue card to all your classes along with a note from your parents stating why you were absent. Then each teacher would sign the blue card. At the end of the day you 7th period teacher would collect all of the cards and put them on the black board. A girl from the office would come around and collect them during 7th period. Complecated, I know.
Well One day Dave and My dad decided to go golfing during math 7th period. Math was an easy class for them to ditch because the teacher never collect the blue cards. They waited until almost everyone had to class and then they started to leave. Unluckily their math teacher was walking down the hall late to class. "Where are you gentlemen going?" "Oh" Dave replied cooly "I have a dentist appointment. See I have a pink card" This pink card (that Dave had forged) was to excuse him from class. "I'm giving him a ride, he doesn't have a car." my dad quickly replied. "O.K. boys, have a good time" said their teacher with a smirk on his face. They went and golfed had a great time. The next day My dad took some spare blue cards(which you are only supposed to be able to get when you are absent) and told Dave to forge them just in case their teacher asked for them. They weren't worried he hadn't collected any cards all year. It was a good thing they had the blue cards because at the begining of class." I believe you too gentelmen were gone yesterday. Do you have my blue cards" "Yes we have them right here sir." He put them on the board for the girl to come and get them. I wish I could have seen them sweating in their seats. They thought they were dead! Lying, sluffing, and forging blue cards. They waited and waited, but the girls never came to collect the blue cards. The girl stopped coming because Their teacher never put the cards up. They didn't even get in trouble. Even thought that is not a really bad thing that they did, That was the closest they ever got to getting caught.
My dad did a ton of way cooler stuff I just don't have time to tell it all. Once they tied the seminary doors shut. Turning peoples pee green with some chemical they learned about in chemistry, and other awesome stuff. This will be continued next week.
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