In book after book, you see romance and one other thing which is the struggle to be at the top of the food chain or to be popular. In the novel, Pretty Little Liars by Sara Shepard one of the main characters, Hana Marin, is always worrying about how she looks to be popular. So she always eats then she thows her food up like she has an eating disorder, when she kinda does but doesn't. I can't understand why being popular makes you happy to me it would be quite miserable. Having to dress a certain way, talk a certain way, and maybe even think a certain way just doesn't seem like being an individual it seems like your some clone and everyone wants to be like you.
You see models and actors, who have to have the designer clothes and the perfect makeup but for what a couple of hours of feeling beautiful?? Feeling beautiful makes you feel great and have high self confidence, being beautiful comes with being popular. All around the world teenage girls and guys both have this idea that being the gossip talk of the school also known as being popular is the best thing in the world, when they're missing the big picture. Being popular isn't what makes you happy it seems to make you miserable, In my novel, this group of girl struggle to live normal lives because they try and try to be the best looking chicks around. Hana, Spencer, Aria, and Emily all have normal family issues after their best friend Alison died they've all been lost in time. To me this is pure insanity you don't have to be around the best people according to your peers to be happy being happy is being and individual.
Living is living your life with the people you love and what you love to do. What I can't understand is why some teenage girl would risk her life just to look Flawless. Never will I let myself trade in my friends and family to look flawless to please people who I don't give a care in the world what they think about me. Most popular people stress night and day about what to wear and what other people will think of them when they shouldn't because nobody should care what other people think the only true opinion is yours.
So maybe being popular has its good and bad things but in my perspective everything about being popular seems bad to me. Sara Shepard had the true concept of this topic she became a teenager again and that blew me away at how she takes all this drama in her novels and relates it to real life. The one thing I got from these books is that being popular isn't being happy.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
A Life Not Lived
As the sun rose up on a beautiful September morning, leaves tumbled around me as I walked outside. I was pregnant and had been for almost nine months now, time was escaping me. George Shoeneck, my husband, is working three jobs just to provide for our family. Day in and day out all I can seem to think about is when I will hold my baby in my arms. This is my dream that I've been waiting for my whole life, and I was never gonna let it go.
Then suddenly one night at eleven o'clock on September 24, 1929 I yelled at my husband and said “Hey! Hurry quick and go and find our doctor!”
“Yes of course darling”, he spoke as he rushed out the door.
As I waited longing for him to return, the pain going through my body is something nobody can describe. It radiated through my body as I lay in my room with my bed placed perfectly centered in the room. Suddenly an hour later at the stroke of midnight George returns alone, without our doctor. A million thoughts ran through my mind, was I going to make it out of this unharmed? Will my baby be okay? I tried to block out the pain with every blink of my over worked eyes, but the pain was too much. Every contraction came out of nowhere as if I didn't see them coming. Now they were arriving every five minutes or so and I knew the end was near, I could feel it.
George angrily spoke “Should I go out for the doctor one last time?”
Quickly I agreed, “Yes,” speaking with pain in my voice.
Sweat dripped down my face as one o'clock chimed on the clock, time was flying by. A new day had dawned and that day was September 25, 1929. This day I would soon come to find out to be one of the best days of my twenty-eight years of life, so I thought.
He returned this last time with a very skinny blond lady about the age of fifty-five, I could smell the scent of smoke most likely from a cigar. I felt a surge or relief run throughout my body and I began to feel sick, the pain was causing me to feel nauseous. Now it was nearing three o'clock and the contractions became more and more intense with every tick of the clock. They were now coming fast at bout four minutes apart to be exact. In my mind there was still time for a doctor to arrive, but apparently I could be wrong. The blond, Glenda, encouraged me to rest, but who can rest with all the pain that my fragile body was enduring.
“I’m going to take a quick nap,” stated Glenda.
I turned toward her, “Don’t worry about me,” I spoke with very little tone in my voice.
The time rolled around and the pain began to reach its climax. My stomach felt like it had been stepped on by a two ton elephant who was playing hop scotch. Finally the contractions were a minute apart and it was time for my baby to arrive. So at seven a.m. on September 25, 1929 my beautiful baby girl was born. My hopes and dreams finally adding up, until I noticed that my baby never let out a cry. I glanced over to where Glenda was holding her and she looked as blue as a blueberry, this was not normal and I panicked. George rushed away from me to see if there was any sign of something that could be blocking her airways, but there was nothing, she was still born. George covered his mouth and tears began to trickle down his cheeks. As Glenda realized what had just occurred she rushed into town and got the doctor. While she was away I lifted my head and spoke to the heavens, “Why did my newborn baby have to die and I got to live?”
I sat there and began to cry as I held my beautiful dead baby girl in my arms. She appeared so gentle and weak, as I moved her body closer to mine. The doctor finally arrived and examined me and told me that everything was going to be okay, when I knew it wasn't. Then he ran over and looked at my baby, and placed a small white sheet over her tiny body. Hours passed and I began to feel faint, “why do the good always die young?”, I asked. This ran through my mind for the rest of that afternoon. As the sun went down the sunset was gorgeous, prettier than usual with shades of brilliant blue and pink and orange surrounding the horizon. It seemed that was my baby's way of speaking to me from heaven.
When I think of life I always picture getting married, having a few kids, raising them, seeing them get married, and on a more depressing note burying my parents as they passed away. Never did I imagine in my future that me, Rebbecca Shoeneck would have to bury her own child, it wasn't supposed to turn out this way. That very next day the local priest came out to the graveyard and blessed us while we dug a hole for our daughter to be buried in. On her tombstone we put her name Isabelle Marie Shoeneck in enormous letters. Then a quote that my husband and I will never forget, "I felt you but never met you, held you but never knew you, but all that matters is I love you."
“What do we do now?”, I asked my husband.
“Let’s just enjoy everyday without weeping and becoming depressed”, he told me so I can feel encouraged.
With a heavy heart I watched as her body was covered with loads of dirt piled in many layer atop her body. On this day I will never ever forget how marvelous the sky looked, it was perfect. It was as clear as the ocean and that's just how she wold have wanted to show her life not lived.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Compare/Contrast Folklore
There are types of folklore in just about every place on earth such as Canada, Mexico, the United States and many more places. All of these types of folklore have things that are alike and different about them. Canadian, Mexican, and Latin American folklore all have their fair share of things that they have in common and things that they don’t. They may have the same settings, themes, or even characters or they may differ in these areas.
In the country of Canada, located in extreme North America, they use very many interesting stories of folklore. I found that the Bloody Knife was quite an interesting story of two warriors who get into a huge knife fight. This story is taken place outdoors in the woods near a creek or river that runs through the forest. Also in the story there are two warriors who show that they are very strong willed and tough guys. They begin to start and argument and exchange harsh words showing that they are wild. Also there is a group of people that represent each warrior who show up after the knife fight. Every story has a message that it sends out for us to catch and use in our everyday lives. The messages this story gives out are that violence is never the answer, and to treat others the way you wish to be treated. Another message is an eye for and eye and a ear for an ear, which means that if one man dies then the other should too.
Latin America has different values and also different folklore stories from the United States, this is what makes different cultures great. In the story Armadillo’s Song from Latin American folklore its very different from the story the Bloody Knife, this story has talking animals as characters. This story is taken place outdoors in a swamp type cartoon scene with woods and leaves and all sorts of different people. A frog is the main character in this story and he desires to sing since he loves music more than anything. On his journey to sing a family of crickets tell him that it’s impossible, and then the family of canaries do the same. Then one glad day a wizard appears to grant the frog his wish with his magical powers and tricky wishes. The lesson that this folklore teaches is that you should never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about. Another lesson that is presented in this wonderful story is that you should never listen to what other people say is impossible. So like the Bloody Knife they both take place outdoors and contain one human figure in the stories.
In Central America, Mexico, has many great folklore stories that they tell to people. I found that the story known as the Eavesdropper very fun and a cute story. This story contains a farm with an old farmer and a farmhouse with lots of animals surrounding the place. This story takes place during an unknown time probably during the early 1900s. The characters in this book are mostly animals the main characters are a group of cattle that are believed to talk. Another character is an old curious Maryland man who is sneaky and decides to hide out and eavesdrop on the cows. The message that is sent out to the readers in this story that you should keep yourself out of everyone else's business and to worry about yourself and only you.
These different cultures all share things that are in common like in every story someone dies and they all take place in an outdoor scene. They also are all different which would explain that different cultures have different types of folklore. So these stories no matter what country created them or what they are about they all share things that are common and differ in things that make them their own individual story.
In the country of Canada, located in extreme North America, they use very many interesting stories of folklore. I found that the Bloody Knife was quite an interesting story of two warriors who get into a huge knife fight. This story is taken place outdoors in the woods near a creek or river that runs through the forest. Also in the story there are two warriors who show that they are very strong willed and tough guys. They begin to start and argument and exchange harsh words showing that they are wild. Also there is a group of people that represent each warrior who show up after the knife fight. Every story has a message that it sends out for us to catch and use in our everyday lives. The messages this story gives out are that violence is never the answer, and to treat others the way you wish to be treated. Another message is an eye for and eye and a ear for an ear, which means that if one man dies then the other should too.
Latin America has different values and also different folklore stories from the United States, this is what makes different cultures great. In the story Armadillo’s Song from Latin American folklore its very different from the story the Bloody Knife, this story has talking animals as characters. This story is taken place outdoors in a swamp type cartoon scene with woods and leaves and all sorts of different people. A frog is the main character in this story and he desires to sing since he loves music more than anything. On his journey to sing a family of crickets tell him that it’s impossible, and then the family of canaries do the same. Then one glad day a wizard appears to grant the frog his wish with his magical powers and tricky wishes. The lesson that this folklore teaches is that you should never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about. Another lesson that is presented in this wonderful story is that you should never listen to what other people say is impossible. So like the Bloody Knife they both take place outdoors and contain one human figure in the stories.
In Central America, Mexico, has many great folklore stories that they tell to people. I found that the story known as the Eavesdropper very fun and a cute story. This story contains a farm with an old farmer and a farmhouse with lots of animals surrounding the place. This story takes place during an unknown time probably during the early 1900s. The characters in this book are mostly animals the main characters are a group of cattle that are believed to talk. Another character is an old curious Maryland man who is sneaky and decides to hide out and eavesdrop on the cows. The message that is sent out to the readers in this story that you should keep yourself out of everyone else's business and to worry about yourself and only you.
These different cultures all share things that are in common like in every story someone dies and they all take place in an outdoor scene. They also are all different which would explain that different cultures have different types of folklore. So these stories no matter what country created them or what they are about they all share things that are common and differ in things that make them their own individual story.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Freedom of religion fact or myth
Should there be a mosque built at ground zero? Does this violate the first amendment? Well no matter which way you may believe, but in my opinion building a mosque will destroy all the memories and beliefs in the hearts of the families of those who died on 9/11. Even though everyone has their own views on different issues I believe that building a mosque at ground zero is a violation of human rights.
In the picture I found on google, it shows a man holding up a sign showing her true thoughts on the building of the mosque. Our president may agree that building the mosque will give the people of the Muslim religion a place to worship,but what many don't realize is that this religion believes in the death to all Christians. Christians make up most of the United States and now we are going to place a mosque, where people who believe in the death of Christians in the biggest city in our country. This to me is against all my wildest dreams that real religious people of our country will risk our lives like this. In the bible it states that you shall not kill,well as you may know Muslims who worship in a mosque believe to the death of Christians, but we will let them come to our country.
Our first amendment to the Constitution states that we have the freedom of religion and freedom of speech, so we have the voice and right to believe that the building of this mosque is either right or wrong. The people who believe in the building of the mosque say that refusing to build is breaking the first amendment. The way i see it is that the first amendment is for the Americans to follow not some foreign immigrants who decide they need us to build them a mosque on ground zero. Ground zero is our sacred land where many of our fellow American citizens died saving our lives, and fighting for our country. Our government says that we need to forgive and forget this tragic time in history, but why should we forget the day where we were attacked by Muslim terrorists who killed more than 3000 people.
Everyday we have men and women in foreign countries that aren't safe for our citizens to be in. They are there fighting for our lives so that we can be free and live our lives like nothing ever happened. Christians deserve to have places to worship just as other religions do but we cant place a mosque where people who bring terror to our people worship. Men and women around the world have strong beliefs that we have the right to any religion that we choose, but we don't ask the government to build a baptist church at ground zero.
So no matter the beliefs of anyone in our land of the first amendment being violated we will stand up for what we believe in and keep our dreams alive. I believe that building the mosque will change the way that everyone feels about what happened on September 11, 2001. Without the mosque we will have a safer land and a better country for our American citizens to live in and raise their families. So is the freedom of religion a face or a myth so far no one knows.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
First visit to the fair
The fair a place full of excitement and energy, basically a kids playground full of fun and sugar. My first experience there began to blow me away. The overwhleming rides, animals, food and much more makes me feel like it was all there just for me and me only. The delightful smell of popcorn and sugar topped funnel cakes fill hte ari around me making my mouth water. As I walk toward the rides, screams from every angle enter my mind and frighten me, but somehow I move on. Carnival workers shout at every person who passes by attempting to con me into giving them a few bucks and get nothing in return. My very first ride, the ferris wheel, every step I take closer to the enormous ride makes me feel even more anxious but also excitied. Once I get on we make our way to the top where the beautiful night sky distracts me from the amazing view, but as I watch the stars sparkle all I can do is hope. While we get off I ride more rides then eat a bite or two of the mouth watering funnel cake which tastes like heaven on earth. All of a sudden my moms takes my hand and drags me toward the petting zoo. The feeling of the soft bushy hair of the sheep and goats make me a bit shaky, but all I can think of is how much I wish this night will never end. Finally the fair begins to come to an end and all that enters my mind as I close my eyes is how much fun my first fair experience turned out.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
City of Sin or Regret
City of Sin or Regret
Everyone who is married, single, engaged, whatever their civil status is, they all want the same thing a trip to Las Vegas, Nevada also known as sin city. We all may inspire to travel here once in our life but for what to go to bars and strip clubs. I believe that Vegas may be fun and all but bars and clubs and I'm sure anything else that involves naked girls and guys doesn't interest me. In the picture, Vegas is shown where to me its the most beautiful at night.
Everyday we take for granted what we have, and we are lucky to have the money and shelter and even food. Some of those in Vegas fight everyday in a casino for the money to even do that or bribe some rich guy on the street they may go days at a time without food. Thinking of this gives me an entire new outlook on the whole idea of Las Vegas yeah its a fun place to get drunk and have your wedding, but there are those who aren’t that lucky and how does that make you feel after you bought that brand new purse at Coach. Times are hard enough having to deal with taxes and this new health care reform thing we have going but people still tend to waste it all in some stupid yet fun casino when they’re wasted and can’t even remember their moms full name.
There are times when I pray for my dad to win a million dollars that way he can go to Vegas again and win loads of money because he is a totally awesome poker player, but he puts it off. He thinks of what matters most, spending time with his family, money is very important and this city of sin has all you could possibly ask for personally it doesn’t even appeal to me. Casinos are the number one hot spot in Vegas because not only do they contain alcohol and strippers but this little green piece of paper called MONEY. We all are guilty for striving to gain one million dollars anyway we can because its money that we can use to pay bills and taxes and stop working for a living. Looking at this picture that one little five letter word just pops to mind because all those sparkling light remind me of Christmas and what it brings joy and hope.
Nighttime in this regret filled city is a chance in a lifetime all we do is sit at home a picture a perfect vacation in our minds even though we know it’s never gonna be possible. Sex, money, casinos, beer and all sorts of alcohol are available to you in the top city of sin in the world now how is that a good place for christian people. I strongly feel that Las Vegas was built to be a perfect vacation spot then some alcohol loving hobo shows up and says lets get drunk and then bam the city has a reputation and everyone decides to do that exact same thing. So in my opinion, which may or not matter, Vegas is a city full of surprises and sins and regret especially when your wife or husband finds out what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
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Everyone who is married, single, engaged, whatever their civil status is, they all want the same thing a trip to Las Vegas, Nevada also known as sin city. We all may inspire to travel here once in our life but for what to go to bars and strip clubs. I believe that Vegas may be fun and all but bars and clubs and I'm sure anything else that involves naked girls and guys doesn't interest me. In the picture, Vegas is shown where to me its the most beautiful at night.
Everyday we take for granted what we have, and we are lucky to have the money and shelter and even food. Some of those in Vegas fight everyday in a casino for the money to even do that or bribe some rich guy on the street they may go days at a time without food. Thinking of this gives me an entire new outlook on the whole idea of Las Vegas yeah its a fun place to get drunk and have your wedding, but there are those who aren’t that lucky and how does that make you feel after you bought that brand new purse at Coach. Times are hard enough having to deal with taxes and this new health care reform thing we have going but people still tend to waste it all in some stupid yet fun casino when they’re wasted and can’t even remember their moms full name.
There are times when I pray for my dad to win a million dollars that way he can go to Vegas again and win loads of money because he is a totally awesome poker player, but he puts it off. He thinks of what matters most, spending time with his family, money is very important and this city of sin has all you could possibly ask for personally it doesn’t even appeal to me. Casinos are the number one hot spot in Vegas because not only do they contain alcohol and strippers but this little green piece of paper called MONEY. We all are guilty for striving to gain one million dollars anyway we can because its money that we can use to pay bills and taxes and stop working for a living. Looking at this picture that one little five letter word just pops to mind because all those sparkling light remind me of Christmas and what it brings joy and hope.
Nighttime in this regret filled city is a chance in a lifetime all we do is sit at home a picture a perfect vacation in our minds even though we know it’s never gonna be possible. Sex, money, casinos, beer and all sorts of alcohol are available to you in the top city of sin in the world now how is that a good place for christian people. I strongly feel that Las Vegas was built to be a perfect vacation spot then some alcohol loving hobo shows up and says lets get drunk and then bam the city has a reputation and everyone decides to do that exact same thing. So in my opinion, which may or not matter, Vegas is a city full of surprises and sins and regret especially when your wife or husband finds out what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
The Day We Will Never Forget
Destruction, this word is thought to mean very many different but quite similar things, on September 11, 2001 lives and hopes of innocent people were yet to be destroyed. This day gave me extreme insight that not everything in life, not even heaven is perfect. In the images and article by Davide Dukcevich http://www.forbes.com/2001/09/11/0911twoplanes8.html gave me strong ideas and feelings of anger and also sorrow for those who lost family and friends on this tragic day.
The entire world saw people in uncertainty jump out of these huge buildings that are so majestic and beautiful, unsure of what to do. All that went through these trapped yet terrified peoples minds were to leap to their death or to burn to death, thousands landed on the hard, bland concrete. Many died because they couldn't get help when they needed it all due to the lack of airport and airplane security. Today in great detail we have moved on and took the security issue a step further by bag checks, hand checks, and even computer programming. In my mind, all I think of is people plumiting to their deaths when they could have been helped and this whole matter could have been prevented if only we would have been prepared.
The photos taken on 9-11-2001 seem as if its only a computer program, fake and only a dream, but when reality checks in we all understand and know that this happened and fear strikes us at the center our hearts. Over and over in my mind I register if that was me on a plane that day who would I trust and who would I call with my last goodbyes over 3000 people made those last calls to they're loved ones insuring them that it will pass and will be ok. If we all took the time to think it over I bet the congress and the president could have prevented the terrorist attacks just like they have been ever since protecting us and being watchful. I bet you have heard the expression a picture is worth a thousand words well these are worth millions and much much more, which is why that day in United States history shall never ever be forgotten.
So i believe that when we think of September 11, 2001 honor and sorrow should be in our hearts, but our heads shall be kept held high. We should tear away all the fear and regret we have that we couldn't do something to help because all we could do is pray and god is the only medicine I know that can cure my pain and hurt. After all isn't freedom the only reason we are here today and not being held at gunpoint or killed due to what we believe in, we are free and if we all stick to it will hopefully always be free. There is only one place that I know of that keeps the terror of all war, and hurt and that is the heart it always is beating 24/7 no matter how hard you push is it's like a tick on your sock it won't let go til you peel it off.
The entire world saw people in uncertainty jump out of these huge buildings that are so majestic and beautiful, unsure of what to do. All that went through these trapped yet terrified peoples minds were to leap to their death or to burn to death, thousands landed on the hard, bland concrete. Many died because they couldn't get help when they needed it all due to the lack of airport and airplane security. Today in great detail we have moved on and took the security issue a step further by bag checks, hand checks, and even computer programming. In my mind, all I think of is people plumiting to their deaths when they could have been helped and this whole matter could have been prevented if only we would have been prepared.
The photos taken on 9-11-2001 seem as if its only a computer program, fake and only a dream, but when reality checks in we all understand and know that this happened and fear strikes us at the center our hearts. Over and over in my mind I register if that was me on a plane that day who would I trust and who would I call with my last goodbyes over 3000 people made those last calls to they're loved ones insuring them that it will pass and will be ok. If we all took the time to think it over I bet the congress and the president could have prevented the terrorist attacks just like they have been ever since protecting us and being watchful. I bet you have heard the expression a picture is worth a thousand words well these are worth millions and much much more, which is why that day in United States history shall never ever be forgotten.
So i believe that when we think of September 11, 2001 honor and sorrow should be in our hearts, but our heads shall be kept held high. We should tear away all the fear and regret we have that we couldn't do something to help because all we could do is pray and god is the only medicine I know that can cure my pain and hurt. After all isn't freedom the only reason we are here today and not being held at gunpoint or killed due to what we believe in, we are free and if we all stick to it will hopefully always be free. There is only one place that I know of that keeps the terror of all war, and hurt and that is the heart it always is beating 24/7 no matter how hard you push is it's like a tick on your sock it won't let go til you peel it off.
Monday, September 13, 2010
English Poem Analysis
In the poem I, Too Sing America by Langston Hughes the tones of determination and solemn, are used to show that racial discrimanation is pitiful and to show how the author is angered at the thought of this. The stanza that says "I am the darker brother" shows that the author and his other men are family. Also the stanza "They'll see how beautiful I am" refers to the fact that all men are created equal no matter color of the skin, hair color, religion, but that all men black and white have equal rights as American citizens.
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