Last

Today will be our last class. It is a sort of bitter sweet feeling. I have grown to love, and yes sometimes hate, this class. But all in all I enjoy the time spent here. We have grown together as a class, as individuals and as students. So many things happened in this class, some good, some bad. But nothing in the ordinary. We all come from different walks in life. And the memoir really showed just how different we all are. That what is on the out side is not necessarily what is happening on the inside. We discussed how we felt about the different pieces that we read. then would write our reactions. We worked together as a team and wrote a research paper. We take away great memories and knowledge for the future.

Got it

An eagle leaves the branch as a chipmunk climbs the base. Nothing new happens... Nothing new. But far off, there is a haze. A fog that settles uneasily in the distance. The sun caresses the hem of the new day. A golden glow fills the sky with a beauty everlasting. A sweet aroma enriches the surrounding atmosphere. Gasping for a breath anew. Hoping to become something more. An eerie silence looms over hauntingly. Every branch, every skitter becomes a tingling up the spine. One more glance, one more sweep across the horizon. Nothing new, nothing new.

Snowflakes

We live to much in the now. To much in the moment. Almost forgetting who we are, letting little things get us down. Not remembering what there is to come. Sugar coating the bad, and letting the wonderful things slip past us. We need to let the little moments that are precious guide us, encircle us. Entrance our every thought. To push us forward to what we are supposed to be, what we dream to be. Hold onto those, don't let your dreams fall. Instead let the snowflakes fall on your eyelashes. Listen to your heart, breath in and look towards what is to come.

Dreams

Some days, I just sit and hope that it could be better. Things were never supposed to get this bad. I just sit. And wonder if it will ever work out right in the end. I feel so strongly, my heart beats so hard, and yet... and yet, it wasn't supposed to be. Or it was, and it was just lost in translation. Down a path that can never be traveled again. Through time and space, where my heart rests on the bank of life's cold stream. My tears fill this stream, along side that of your tears. Where together they intertwine to become one. To float away and leave me lost....
                             Confused.....
                                              

                                                      Heartbroken.

Today

Well, today in class I was not there for much of it.  I had to leave to go to my french table. Before we I left, we were about to work on how to write the historical narratives. I am hopefully going to be able to rock out a great paper. I am really excited about doing this paper. It is a great twist on how to write a research paper. And I plan on doing the extra credit. I will  be writing my paper in a journal like a "diary". And then, hopefully, I will make a scrapbook for my visual reference.

What a Wonder

In a magic poof of smoke the starts bust into millions of pieces. There was nothing left in the sky but dust. It was a magnificent sight. Colors of all sorts laced the sky. Intertwined with mystery and wonder. Nothing more then beauty captured with this bedazzling sight. It was swirled with a dash of uncertainty as if it were entrancing all who care to gaze upon it. A portal opened up in the middle of this. It was black and cold. Everything when up in a haze. The warm feeling was no longer present. Everything was circling the portal. Then, as if it was effortless, everything was gone. With out a trace...

Here we go

When I went home this weekend I went to go review my high school's rendition of Alice in Wonderland. I sat in on  them while taking notes on how they should improve. Their performance is just a few days away. I will be there on opening night watching the kids I love dearly giving it their all. It was wonderful to see all of them again. It made me miss theatre dearly. And how much I would poor my heart out into everything I did relating to the theatre program. I will be doing this for the rest of my life, and look forward to every moment of it.