The sunrise to the sunset on November 13, 2003; everything has changed. The sunrise was peaceful, and me, well, I was going to go and visit Jenny that day, my best friend, my only friend. She was 25 at the time and I was 14, an outsider, never fit in, and now, never will. This is the exact evening when my life changed forever, that is what I thought until way more has happened.
The Morning of November 13, 2003...
The day is new, fresh, colorful, but in a peaceful, beautiful way. Today is the day, Jenny's day! That is one thought I had on that morning which was true, but not in the way I expected. The day I pictured was far away, actually now because of what happened on this day, will never happen. This is the day that Jenny was supposed to have her baby, I was going to be the Godmother, which was never really a dream of mine, but now that it will never happen, I will miss it dearly. The baby is now my enemy, although it is dead along with Jenny, I still dislike it because, she died because of it. The way that she died was not nearly as peaceful as the day it was actually quite violent. The baby was about to be born, but then, Jenny had stopped breathing, the baby's leg was hitting her heart and now she will never know what parenthood is like, like she has always dreamed about. I always haven wanted the best for Jenny, but now that I am left alone on this earth I really wish she was not in Heaven without me, but I know she is in a better place and she is thinking about me, watching me and I feel inside that she is a part of me. And back then, oh how I did not know how much a part of me she was until that evening. One evening I heard a voice, Jenny's voice, and then out of nowhere there she was.
"But... But, I thought you were dead."
"Who says I'm not? Ever watch ghost shows, they are reality."
"No, it can't be, how?"
"I love you, your like the daughter I never had and my best friend, I'm living through you."
Now, you may think that you can never have a normal life with a ghost living through you but now, to me, it is just normalcy. I can't get rid of her and, heck I don't want to. I could never picture my life any other way, now at least. It's perfect.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Rose
Yes, it’s my birthday, awesome. I sarcastically think in my head.
“Sarah, honey, happy birthday!” my aunt Lily says. Finally I like my birthday, I just turned 13 on October 13, 2000 when this happened. That is the exact moment I received, the rose.
1 year later…
The rose is now my world; my friend, my life, my, well, everything, and what am I supposed to do now that she is gone? What happens if I lose the one thing I have left of her? Never mind that for now, I have a plane to catch, yay so much better, go to California but why, of yeah for her funeral, happy birthday to me, good day to turn 14.
“Sarah,” my stupid sister screams at me.
“What you want?”
“To leave sometime today, hurry your butt up.”
“Why? I don’t want to leave.”
“It’s for your stupid birthday.”
“Yeah, I wish.”
“Mom said Aunt Lily is gonna be there.”
“Yeah, please just don’t talk about her right now, I’m begging you!”
A couple days later…
Silently she lays, peaceful, as beautiful as ever. Why did she have to go? I just want to be with her, it isn’t her fault, she can’t chose not to have cancer. In the long run I know she left me in this world all alone for a reason, I have a purpose. What is my purpose I ask to the rose one day? Suddenly out of the blue the window flies open and something now lies in my hand in place of the rose. A picture. A stupid picture of some person. A young girl, whom does look a lot like me. Is this another treasure of her past I whisper to myself?
“One person’s item is another’s treasure.” I hear in the middle of the silence.
“Who was that?”
“You will find out in a week or two.”
“What?”
“Just wait, and remember, ones item is another’s treasure.”
In this silent room I await. What will happen next? I pack up everything I have, I don’t like it here anymore, I am going home. Beautiful, peaceful, could the voice be Aunt Lily’s? I know she once said,
“I have many item’s and so do you, chances are if we trade our item’s with each other they will be much more valuable in our hearts, just wait.”
Maybe she, Aunt Lily is trying to tell me something. I will find out soon though, in a week or two, a wise woman once said. What does this mean? My mission is coming, I question what I am feeling inside though strength, courage, ha none of the above. I feel week, poor, and dying.
1 ½ weeks later…
The hospital; ugly, lonely and grey. This is what Aunt Lily had to go through. Goodness, I feel even worse for her now than ever.
Those are the last words we ever heard from Sarah, before she joined her Aunt and the rest, well, maybe you will find out some day.
“Sarah, honey, happy birthday!” my aunt Lily says. Finally I like my birthday, I just turned 13 on October 13, 2000 when this happened. That is the exact moment I received, the rose.
1 year later…
The rose is now my world; my friend, my life, my, well, everything, and what am I supposed to do now that she is gone? What happens if I lose the one thing I have left of her? Never mind that for now, I have a plane to catch, yay so much better, go to California but why, of yeah for her funeral, happy birthday to me, good day to turn 14.
“Sarah,” my stupid sister screams at me.
“What you want?”
“To leave sometime today, hurry your butt up.”
“Why? I don’t want to leave.”
“It’s for your stupid birthday.”
“Yeah, I wish.”
“Mom said Aunt Lily is gonna be there.”
“Yeah, please just don’t talk about her right now, I’m begging you!”
A couple days later…
Silently she lays, peaceful, as beautiful as ever. Why did she have to go? I just want to be with her, it isn’t her fault, she can’t chose not to have cancer. In the long run I know she left me in this world all alone for a reason, I have a purpose. What is my purpose I ask to the rose one day? Suddenly out of the blue the window flies open and something now lies in my hand in place of the rose. A picture. A stupid picture of some person. A young girl, whom does look a lot like me. Is this another treasure of her past I whisper to myself?
“One person’s item is another’s treasure.” I hear in the middle of the silence.
“Who was that?”
“You will find out in a week or two.”
“What?”
“Just wait, and remember, ones item is another’s treasure.”
In this silent room I await. What will happen next? I pack up everything I have, I don’t like it here anymore, I am going home. Beautiful, peaceful, could the voice be Aunt Lily’s? I know she once said,
“I have many item’s and so do you, chances are if we trade our item’s with each other they will be much more valuable in our hearts, just wait.”
Maybe she, Aunt Lily is trying to tell me something. I will find out soon though, in a week or two, a wise woman once said. What does this mean? My mission is coming, I question what I am feeling inside though strength, courage, ha none of the above. I feel week, poor, and dying.
1 ½ weeks later…
The hospital; ugly, lonely and grey. This is what Aunt Lily had to go through. Goodness, I feel even worse for her now than ever.
Those are the last words we ever heard from Sarah, before she joined her Aunt and the rest, well, maybe you will find out some day.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Papa's Parrot
Imagine missing your son who used to look up to you, visit your candy shop everyday, but now he doesn’t. He leaves you left mumbling “Where’s Harry, miss him.” Also, the only way that Harry found this out is because Papa’s parrot told him when Mr. Tillian had a heart attack and was in the hospital. Although this story may not sound good, it leaves you shivering in your seat wanting to read more. This comedy “Papa’s Parrot” by Cynthia Rylant with this staggering parrot, one of the main symbols in this story teaches a very valuable lesson.
Unless you think a happy ending is a irony I am positive this story is a comedy. By just reading the beginning of this story, you can already tell it is a realistic, happy world which already gears into the direction of a comedy. After the normalcy in the beginning of this story every comedy must have a conflict arise, which in this story it happens to be that Harry does not come and visit the father, Mr. Tillian anymore, now any father would be sad about this. To make this case even worse Mr. Tillian has a heart attack so it is now up to Harry to do everything in the shop. This starts off as not be such a good thing for Harry, but it did make him realize the conflict when the bird says “Where’s Harry, miss him.” Where is this bird getting this fr4om you ask? The bird is a parrot, which we all know repeat what people say a lot, so that means the father must mumble that to himself a lot. Harry, now knowing of this conflict goes to visit his father in the hospital which is the conflict resolution. After that everything goes back to normal as a normal father and son relationship. The parrot really helped out in this story, and he also helped as a symbol along with many others placed in here for a reason.
One of the major symbols in this story is, you would’ve never guessed, the parrot. There are many purposes of the symbolism of the parrot in this story. Even though the parrot is not a person, Mr. Tillian got the parrot to somewhat replace Harry. Despite the father and son bond in the beginning and end, they never really bonded that much and I think the dad just wanted to be like two bears who huddle together for warmth, not necessarily actually huddle together for warmth more like being close to each others heart. The parrot was also a symbol that really made Harry realize what he was doing to his father. Although he never physically hurt him, in the middle of the story it was like him ripping his heart out and not giving it back until the end. The symbolism really tied this story together along with the lesson you really get from this story.
I really learned a lot from this story, and the main lesson that I learned is that no matter how old you get your parents will always be your parents and you will never grow out of being their little girl or boy. When I read this story I decided immediately that I’m not going to let something like a heart attack make me go back to see my parents. I really respect my parents, it isn’t that Harry did not respect his father but he really needed to visit the candy shop in a while because in the long run I’m sure the intension of the father opening the candy shop was because he thought that it would make them bond together a lot more than they did.
Whenever I think of being Harry, I get really infuriated because it is hebetudinous not to go and visit your poor father, whom at the time you did not know he was going to have a heart attack, but I think that if Harry would’ve went and visited him once in a while that he would’ve never had that heart attack in the first place. The parrot really helped out in this story, I’m sure the father is glad he got him now. At least this story did work out in the end, because let’s face it, it is a Comedy, full of symbols, that has the purpose to teach a valuable lesson, of course everything is going to work out in the long run.
Unless you think a happy ending is a irony I am positive this story is a comedy. By just reading the beginning of this story, you can already tell it is a realistic, happy world which already gears into the direction of a comedy. After the normalcy in the beginning of this story every comedy must have a conflict arise, which in this story it happens to be that Harry does not come and visit the father, Mr. Tillian anymore, now any father would be sad about this. To make this case even worse Mr. Tillian has a heart attack so it is now up to Harry to do everything in the shop. This starts off as not be such a good thing for Harry, but it did make him realize the conflict when the bird says “Where’s Harry, miss him.” Where is this bird getting this fr4om you ask? The bird is a parrot, which we all know repeat what people say a lot, so that means the father must mumble that to himself a lot. Harry, now knowing of this conflict goes to visit his father in the hospital which is the conflict resolution. After that everything goes back to normal as a normal father and son relationship. The parrot really helped out in this story, and he also helped as a symbol along with many others placed in here for a reason.
One of the major symbols in this story is, you would’ve never guessed, the parrot. There are many purposes of the symbolism of the parrot in this story. Even though the parrot is not a person, Mr. Tillian got the parrot to somewhat replace Harry. Despite the father and son bond in the beginning and end, they never really bonded that much and I think the dad just wanted to be like two bears who huddle together for warmth, not necessarily actually huddle together for warmth more like being close to each others heart. The parrot was also a symbol that really made Harry realize what he was doing to his father. Although he never physically hurt him, in the middle of the story it was like him ripping his heart out and not giving it back until the end. The symbolism really tied this story together along with the lesson you really get from this story.
I really learned a lot from this story, and the main lesson that I learned is that no matter how old you get your parents will always be your parents and you will never grow out of being their little girl or boy. When I read this story I decided immediately that I’m not going to let something like a heart attack make me go back to see my parents. I really respect my parents, it isn’t that Harry did not respect his father but he really needed to visit the candy shop in a while because in the long run I’m sure the intension of the father opening the candy shop was because he thought that it would make them bond together a lot more than they did.
Whenever I think of being Harry, I get really infuriated because it is hebetudinous not to go and visit your poor father, whom at the time you did not know he was going to have a heart attack, but I think that if Harry would’ve went and visited him once in a while that he would’ve never had that heart attack in the first place. The parrot really helped out in this story, I’m sure the father is glad he got him now. At least this story did work out in the end, because let’s face it, it is a Comedy, full of symbols, that has the purpose to teach a valuable lesson, of course everything is going to work out in the long run.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Indoor Soccer vs. S.C Waukesha =p
Shoot, pass, kick some grass!
Foul, fall, get kicked to the ground.
Yeah, it’s a physical game,
Whenever you play the S.C Waukesha way!
They scratch, scrape, shove, and swear,
But that’s ok we can shove them too,
Only we actually try to get the ball,
Well and the person too, but that’s ok!
They will have a fun game,
Next time we play!
Foul, fall, get kicked to the ground.
Yeah, it’s a physical game,
Whenever you play the S.C Waukesha way!
They scratch, scrape, shove, and swear,
But that’s ok we can shove them too,
Only we actually try to get the ball,
Well and the person too, but that’s ok!
They will have a fun game,
Next time we play!
Them at least!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Saturday and Sunday
Whenever your with your friends, what do you do? I'll tell you all about what me and Allison did. Well, on Saturday we had our basketball tournament. We only placed second but, we could've easily gotten first. After our tournament I went home with Allison because I slept over at her house. But before that we went to starbucks and to her brother, Adam's basketball games. If you think coffee makes us hyper, which it does you need to see us after smoothies, coffee, cheese fries, chocolate bars, recess cups, soda, and probably more but I cant remember. So we went home like that, having way, way to much sugar and caffeine. It was fantastic because the second we got to her house her parents just left us home by ourselves, guess what we did! We played band hero, singing, dancing, drums and guitar, well dancing wasn't really one but it is necessary whenever your singing! Trust me it was. After that we watched “I Love You Beth Cooper” and it was hilarious! Finally at around 2:30 we decided we should go to sleep. Whenever we woke up we went to the mall. But only after having five cinnamon rolls. If you think that’s a lot to eat when we got to the mall we had chicken it was delicious. Plus, to drink we had coffee and we later went with Katelyn to go and get mini sparkle donuts from starbucks. It was a normal weekend, for us at least.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Basketball
Blood, tears, sweat and more,
We win, we lose, pass, shoot…AND SCORE!
We steal, we foul, and get slammed to the floor,
But somehow, it always ends up against us.
“The other team’s doin’ the same thing” coach screams.
And the ref. T’s him up.
This is what happens in our lovely basketball games.
But don’t worry,
There is more to come,
The season is not done!
Birthday
Chocolate, cupcakes, cake galore!
All I can say is “I want more!”
I eat, eat and eat,
Oh how I love my Birthday feast!
Thank you Catherine for your inspiration for this poem, on your birthday, March 8th!
Blood, tears, sweat and more,
We win, we lose, pass, shoot…AND SCORE!
We steal, we foul, and get slammed to the floor,
But somehow, it always ends up against us.
“The other team’s doin’ the same thing” coach screams.
And the ref. T’s him up.
This is what happens in our lovely basketball games.
But don’t worry,
There is more to come,
The season is not done!
Birthday
Chocolate, cupcakes, cake galore!
All I can say is “I want more!”
I eat, eat and eat,
Oh how I love my Birthday feast!
Thank you Catherine for your inspiration for this poem, on your birthday, March 8th!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Third Level
Imagine wondering into this magical place in Grand Central Station, but nobody believes you. While Charley explains this to his wife she sends him to a psychiatrist, his name is Sam. Will he believe me? Wouldn’t this thought go through your head, along with many others? They are thoughts that Charley is probably thinking in this Romance, a lot like Narnia, that teaches a valuable lesson.
Unless this story sounds like an incredibly appalling world to you, it is definitely a intolerably written Romance called “The Third Level” by Jack Finney. Throughout this story there is a mild conflict happening to the main character. This mild conflict is that Charley cannot find the third level, ever again. In the end there is a life-affirming symbol that I really dislike because I believe that a life-affirming symbol should be a happy one for all people, especially in a romance. The upsetting life-affirming symbol that Finney put into this story is that Sam is now back in 1894. The way that Charley figured out he has now lost his psychiatrist, Sam is that he was looking through his stamp collection and he sees one he has never seen before from 1894. Usually in the envelopes holding the new stamp on the front is a blank sheet of paper inside but in this one there is a letter saying…
“Charley:
I got to wishing that you were right. Then I got to believing you were right. And, Charley, it’s true; I found the third level! I’ve been here two weeks, and right now, down the street at the Daly’s, someone is playing the piano, and they’re all out on the front porch singing, “Seeing Nellie home.” And I’m invited over for lemonade, Come on back, Charley and Louisa. Keep looking till you find the third level! It’s worth it, believe me!” It was signed Sam. While reading this story it really reminded me of what happened in Narnia, only I really liked Narnia.
Because Narnia is also very unrealistic and takes place in a perfect world with a little magic going on it really triggered my mind that this story is just like Narnia! To start out in Narnia they all are happy with their lives and they are just normal children play hide ‘n seek. When one of the girls wonders into the closet she falls backwards and she sees this whole other world. Any kid would be completely shocked, much like Charley was when finding the third level. In the end in both of these stories there are main characters who are both just either looking for or going into their magical world to escape their problems, which means they both have a very valuable lesson to learn.
There is a lesson that both of the characters in these stories need to learn. Throughout the stories the characters are trying to escape their fears and problems, but why? The lesson that many people need to learn from this story is not to escape your problems and fears and they need to just encounter their problems and work through or around them. If Charley would’ve done this, nobody would think he is crazy, and his wife would’ve never had to get him a psychiatrist. Although everything did work out in this story you should still take this lesson from “The Third Level” even though it is not the best written story in the world.
Now, what do you do if you imagine yourself walking into a mystical world? When I think about I don’t get excited anymore, I actually get disappointed because I am perfectly happy with my life just the way it is. This story really taught me a lot and I am very exultant that I read it although I still dislike this romance by Jack Finney, a lot like Narnia, and I am glad it taught me the lesson of facing your fears and not just escaping them.
Unless this story sounds like an incredibly appalling world to you, it is definitely a intolerably written Romance called “The Third Level” by Jack Finney. Throughout this story there is a mild conflict happening to the main character. This mild conflict is that Charley cannot find the third level, ever again. In the end there is a life-affirming symbol that I really dislike because I believe that a life-affirming symbol should be a happy one for all people, especially in a romance. The upsetting life-affirming symbol that Finney put into this story is that Sam is now back in 1894. The way that Charley figured out he has now lost his psychiatrist, Sam is that he was looking through his stamp collection and he sees one he has never seen before from 1894. Usually in the envelopes holding the new stamp on the front is a blank sheet of paper inside but in this one there is a letter saying…
“Charley:
I got to wishing that you were right. Then I got to believing you were right. And, Charley, it’s true; I found the third level! I’ve been here two weeks, and right now, down the street at the Daly’s, someone is playing the piano, and they’re all out on the front porch singing, “Seeing Nellie home.” And I’m invited over for lemonade, Come on back, Charley and Louisa. Keep looking till you find the third level! It’s worth it, believe me!” It was signed Sam. While reading this story it really reminded me of what happened in Narnia, only I really liked Narnia.
Because Narnia is also very unrealistic and takes place in a perfect world with a little magic going on it really triggered my mind that this story is just like Narnia! To start out in Narnia they all are happy with their lives and they are just normal children play hide ‘n seek. When one of the girls wonders into the closet she falls backwards and she sees this whole other world. Any kid would be completely shocked, much like Charley was when finding the third level. In the end in both of these stories there are main characters who are both just either looking for or going into their magical world to escape their problems, which means they both have a very valuable lesson to learn.
There is a lesson that both of the characters in these stories need to learn. Throughout the stories the characters are trying to escape their fears and problems, but why? The lesson that many people need to learn from this story is not to escape your problems and fears and they need to just encounter their problems and work through or around them. If Charley would’ve done this, nobody would think he is crazy, and his wife would’ve never had to get him a psychiatrist. Although everything did work out in this story you should still take this lesson from “The Third Level” even though it is not the best written story in the world.
Now, what do you do if you imagine yourself walking into a mystical world? When I think about I don’t get excited anymore, I actually get disappointed because I am perfectly happy with my life just the way it is. This story really taught me a lot and I am very exultant that I read it although I still dislike this romance by Jack Finney, a lot like Narnia, and I am glad it taught me the lesson of facing your fears and not just escaping them.
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