Time Lapse…

28 04 2011




The Debate of a Bookworm

27 04 2011

Why didn’t I join a book club?

That’s a good question- after all, I am an avid bookworm, and you can often find me with my nose buried in a novel. My friends say that they find me with a different book each day, which, though not true, is what to be expected from the daughter of a librarian. However, my motto is: A book is meant for reading, not dissecting.

[FYI: I detest nonfiction books, for they don’t apply to my motto]

You see, although I adore literature, I HATE breaking it down. For example, stating the climax (shudder) or naming an internal conflict (wince) is easy for me, but I loath it because it’s so BORING. 😦 This, as you can tell, makes Language Arts class a sort of battle of opinions: I can easily say that my favorite part is read aloud (BTW, go Mockingjay!!!! 😉 )

Book clubs do involve reading, but it is forced reading (tremble) and you have to TALK about it afterward. My kind of reading is reading for reading’s sake, not to dissect it like a frog in biology class. Sure, my mom may think me crazy, and my friends may think I’m silly, but one thing’s for sure: I’m not going to join the book club.





HP madness

26 04 2011




The Sniffles

26 04 2011

I think everyone has had one of those days… those ‘sure-as-heck-FEELING-sick-but-no-fever-so-i-gotta-go-to-school-to-grin-and-bear-it-while-slowly-wilting-inside-from-the-humiliation-of-snivelling-and-snorting-like-a-disgusting-little-pig-where-are-those-tissues?!?’ days. I am still half-asleep because my stupid nose and throat and head that caused me to be up all night. Sometimes it makes me want to SCREAM. How could our bodies be so cruel to us? I want to yell. But I’m too stuffy because of the mucus dripping down my throat. 😦 Yes, revolting, but everyone’s been sick so I’m sure you can empathize. School was torture- I’m half-wishing that I DO get a fever so I won’t have to go tommorow- even though I know it will be horrible if I did. Either way, the next few weeks are looking pretty bleak to me… it’s time to, once again, brave the sniffles. 😉





Easter

24 04 2011

This is the day we’ve all been waiting for- the day when we at last are able to fling away our Lenten oaths to sacrifice candy and gorge ourselves on chocolate bunnies. If only we could do this every day… we sigh as we chew the last Peep… that would be heaven… which is true, I must admit. Nevertheless, under all the sweets and treats, there still is the holy celebration that we must abtain, else the only reason for the holiday would be to sell and buy as much candy as possible- just like Halloween. 😉 This is the day Jesus FINALLY proved to all the stuborn people that he IS the son of God and that he CAN save us all from our own foolish sins. That is the reason we party, folks- to rejoice in the fact that God was so good as to rescue us and give us hope and heaven- that is what Easter is all about. 🙂





Essays in Life

15 04 2011

I loved the rain. I loved the wind, caressing my hair, blowing it straight back or tangling it over my eyes. I loved the delicious feeling of raindrops on my face. I would close my eyes and smile.

On summer nights, when the tornado sirens wailed, my feelings were battling between fear and ecstasy. The house would creak creepily and the pine branches outside the window would flail helplessly as the wind batted at them forcefully. I would half-wish, despite the fact that I knew it would be horrible, that a real tornado- a swirling mass of howling gales -would come, come whip away my life. I would emerge from the rubble of my house with a story to tell.

On other summer nights, when there was a gentle, carefree breeze, the bonfire was lit and our faces flickered in he darkness. We would run all over the neighborhood, heedless of property and domain, cutting through yards and sprinting down streets in the black. I would fly across rolling terrain and feel free. I would crouch behind trees and be still. I would be quiet and win.

I’m not sure whether it’s surprising that I grew up to be a meek girl. I still feel as if my personality wages war. I crave adrenaline, yet I scorn sports- competition holds little to no interest for me. I love riding my bike- I love cruising through town, zooming past yards of uniform concrete and leaving landmarks in the dust. When I cross the road from the park to my house, I pedal so fast my legs feel like their flying- and I feel like I’m flying. It’s as if I’m going a hundred miles an hour, and- once more, adrenaline- I’m afraid I will fall. When I arrive at my garage, my heart is always pumping and I’m always smiling.

P.S. The topic of this essay is nothing.





Square Dancing

4 04 2011

Square dancing.
Every 7th grade student dreads it for the first 3/4 of the school year. The entire idea is absurd. Contact? With the opposite gender? Holding hands??? It’s ridiculous, stupid, frightening. You’d think, that with the social background we have, it wouldn’t be a problem, but we are just 12 years old, no matter how old we act, and we don’t have nearly as experience as adults. The divide between genders existed from elementary school, and now the teachers are asking usto cross it. I don’t see the point in dancing, though. Are we cowboys? Hillbillies? It’s not as if we are going to square dance at a club or anything. The only reason for this unit, I think, is the milestone it represents in maturing. We are no longer giggling 6th graders, playing at grown-up. The gym teachers slammed us pretty hard today when we stood around instead of coupling (!!!) up. They yelled that we are 7TH graders, and it’s about time we grew up and starting acting like them. It sort of woke us up, but one things for sure- I sure am not going to enjoy do-say-do-ing…
With a complete stranger. 😦