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.

Just Become...

How often do we look towards the heavens? How often do we wish we could be more then we are? How often do we dream of doing the impossible? When do we break free from these social norms and become not as a molded "perfect". Walking to the beat of our own hearts, stepping in time with the music that enriches our soul. Smelling the wind in a new breath taking gasp. Letting the inner child pull at our hands and guiding us onward to a brighter world. The pulse is strong and the will is great, take the step and become one with the earth that is under neath us all. Tying us as one.

Love Factory

Thesis: The little cloud hopes to find love himself one day.
1. Introduce: For many years young aspiring stargazers would look upon the stars for comfort. They would make wishes upon this stars in hopes of their dreams to come true. Thus, through many years and many trails and my tribulations the star goes hand in hand with hope. It is now a modern symbol of hope, to fulfill ones dreams.

In this case, the little cloud is so busy making love for everyone else, he has no time to find love himself. So this little cloud, cries tears of hope that one day, he too will find the love that he gives out to everyone.

He is to distracted in making everyone else’s love that he got lost in the hustle and never made love for himself. Thus the little cloud is blue with sadness. And his twinkle with hope of one day find his love.


Conclude: This is how we know that the little wants to find love.

live in the now!

An apple fall from the tree. The tree was planted three years ago by a man in shady attire, almost as if he were not from here. I was there at the exact moment of when an apple would break free from the steam holding it to the only place it knows, the tree. I am standing by the tree not knowing the fruits it bears, or what they were about to do. I look up to the destiny I had never thought coming. The tree that bore and apple, and the apple that just let go of the grip from the stem. Hit my forehead and knocked me into, well, the future.

Class

Well, Today was a good day. It was beautiful out and we even opened the window! It is really nice not having to do so much reading though. Don't get me wrong, I love to read, but on top of all my other classes, well, it is a nice break! I can't wait to read every ones revised versions of their memoirs. It should be a pretty interesting class on Monday if we get to read them out loud. In any case, it is starting to be one of my favorite classes by far. Very relaxed and not a lot of stress. Yes, we still have to get our work done, but it is not like, hard to not do the work, if that makes any sense!

The best of friends

An emptiness surrounds us. A tiny world zooms into our view. This is the land of Monas. In the land of Monas there lives many a creature. We see some that are grand, some petite. Some beautiful, some, well not so beautiful. On this particular day we see rain pouring from the heavens. What a draby sight to the untrained eye. For if you were a creature, in the land of Monas, you would understand the essence of the agile rain. A single bird flies into view. We see that her body is underdeveloped, in some shape or form. She is the only one flying in this rain. For she does not know that it has a negative effect upon ones body. She flaps her little wings to try and find her family, to try to keep up. But the more she flaps the more she becomes over powered by the rain. Until finally she is unable to flap. We see her fall to what seems her grave, that is until the rain worked it's magic. Before our very eyes the world opens up and a portal is made. A whole new world comes into view. That was the last time little bird was seen in the land of Monas.

Memoir

    The stage is set; all props are ready to go. Costumes are on and actors are ready. The director is nowhere to be found. He tells me days before that he needs his peace before the show, like the calm before the storm. My hands are clammy as they reach for the walkie-talkies. I hand one out to each of the tech crewmembers. We yell military codes into them to make sure they qualify the sound check “10 niner, we have a 10 niner. Reporting for back up. Pew pew pew.” And the guys jump around the room dodging bullets from the imaginary foes. They pass the test. I call for a light check. All the lights go off, then return to full blast. I take a sigh of relief.  My heart is still pounding as I watch the wireless mics be distributed to the actors for the sound check. I look for comfort in Mia.

      Mia is quietly sitting at her sit in front of the light board. She gives me a quick smile as everything we have been through goes through her head before bashfully looking away. I chuckle slightly as it pat her on the head. She begins to tinker away at the light board making sure no glitches occur on our opening night of the show.

   All I can do now is sit back and watch my creation take its destined course. The familiar music consumes the auditorium as I stare at the lights going up and the curtains drawing back. My heart flutters and I start to remember how I got to this spot.

      I walk in to H’s room. H is the name of the drama teacher. He has a shaggy beard and tiny brown eyes atop his athletic stature. H looks at you in an almost, know your entire life, kind of way. He is a very cocky sort of a being. Just approaching him I get weary. He radiates a certain aura that draws you in and makes you want to be apart of it. Anyway, as I stand here blankly, in a sort of daze. He looks at me as though I am a zombie. After about a minute of awkward silence he slowly says, “yes?”

   I take a deep breath, not knowing that the next question I was about to ask was going to change the rest of my life. My back stiffens and I pull at my shirt, “Well, you see.” I fumble my words and kick at the ground. H shuffles in his chair restlessly. “yes.”

“Well, see, I don’t have a class fourth hour and well, I was wondering. See you know that I like being on the technical crew. And..”

   H throws up his hand and silences me for a moment. Then starts to swing his keys around habitually “Julie, I do not have a lot of time.” His eyes are no longer looking in my direction.

   I try again, “Ok, yes, I understand. But, I was just wondering if I could take an independent study with you?” and as soon as those words left my mouth, his head perked up, and he looks over at me. “Are you sure you want to do that?” His eyebrows furrow.

   I feel a sort of calm in my heart. For the first time in my life, I am going for what I want to do, and no one was going to tell me other wise. I boldly state, “yes.”

   I stand in the seam shop alone. Looking for comfort in the hollow pieces of wood that make a tomb around me. My mission is clear, build the set I have just finished designing. But it is harder then anything I have ever done in the past. Every sliver, every cut feels like a stab at my inner being, almost as if trying to keep me from achieving the greater goal. I hang my head in defeat. Footsteps echo off the walls and I look up and blink. My eyes focus once again and H becomes visible. My head spins as the battle inside of me grows. I begin to wonder if I should pour my heart out to H and tell the struggles I am trying to over come, or just berry them away. Should I just run up to him and yell “My father walked out on me when I was a baby. I am lost. I get scared sometimes to even leave the house. I don’t know why he does not like me. What did I do to him? Why am I so horrible?” My emotions get push back into the bottle I contain them in and I just stiffen my back. The only thing that rings in my head is that this is not the time, nor the place. And who was I kidding, I have never told anybody before, so why start now. So I just stare blank faced as I say “What’s up?”

H looks at me for a moment. I don’t look long enough for him to see my body shake and my tear ducks fill. I grab a piece of wood and chop away at it to distract my mind. H stands there until I drop the piece of wood and it hits me in the foot. In some sort of built up retaliation I whip the board across the cement room. As it toppled to the ground I start to feel a tingling throughout my body.

H simply looks at me and I burst into tears. I quickly say sorry and that it wont happen again then scurry to pick up the abused piece of wood. But my heart is screaming for me to convey my past burdens. His face is calming and his eyes gleam with softness. He motions for me to come closer. With hesitation in my step I walk slowly over. For the next hour or so we share past memories. I open my life up for someone to hear. For someone to know why I cry at weddings and there is a daddy daughter dance. To make a deeper connection with somebody than just a normal flaky passing by happenstance.

If a needle was dropped right now, I bet it could be heard a million miles away. Mr. Borst, the music director, saunters into the auditorium as if he owns the place. He projected, so everyone could hear him of course, “It’s time to get down to business. Lets learn this song.”

To be honest, I was a bit nervous. I was told that if these actors can’t sing this song right, it will leave a sour taste in the audiences mouth, because it will be the last thing they will hear.  I try to push that thought aside and put on a comforting smile, as I start to see the actors eyes shift side to side with doubt in their expressions. Mr. Borst opens his mouth and starts to sing, he sings it once through, telling us that it was just so he could demonstrate it properly. And now, it is time for the actors to do their parts. I feel faint, my pulse is irregular and I have a cold sweet.

“Mia, just tell me when it is over.” I cover my eyes and turn my head aside. The first note rang out as if an angle came down and kissed me gently upon my inner soul. The next note was as if I was looking at my self as a child, running through the flowers laughing as children do. When the song came to an end I stood there in complete solitude. The music still encircling my very being, lifting me higher. Whispering that I concur the very world.

“Julie..?” Mia’s tiny body peeps. I look at her as if I were a new human. A single tear ran down my check. But Mia will never know how much escaped my body with that single tear.

This is it, my big night, the night I had dreamed of, for four months. My heart is now uncontrollable. In a blink of an eye opening and closing nights are over and I was staging on a stage that need to get rid of my masterpiece.  As I watched the house, my stage, my home, my dreams, being torn down, a piece of my heart was lost. This, set if you will, symbolized much more then a place for the actors to act. It was my struggles, my love, my dream. And it was all gone in less then two hours. As the curtain closes one last time, I stand on the stage that is naked in my eyes. That is, until H came up to me. Nothing needed to be said. But everything happens for a reason.

   “Julie, your life is forever changed. You no longer let others rule. You have a back bone. And you will do great things in your life. I am very proud of you, and the first moment when you walked into my office, I knew that you were the one that needed this play more then any other person. But now, it is time to let go and move on. Stay here for one more minute, and then turn off the lights and shut the door.”

   His foot steps echoed through out the auditorium as he stepped out of the door. I hear the door close and I stand here. I take a deep breath and turn off the lights, for good.

Today

Today was a very interesting day. We had to show our pieces that we wrote. It was our memoirs. My memoir it not very good, as of right now. But I plan on going in and revising it. But in class we had to group up and read our rough drafts. It was groups of three. I never really thought about it. I guess that is human nature, but I don't stop to think, hey what has this person been through in their life. And it was pretty interesting to find what others were about. I would have never put that story with that person. I very much enjoy learning new things about people.

Hello world

Every day I wake up and start the day. I look at my clan and make sure, well, we are all still there. I am my clan and they are me. Captain scurvy P is my leader. I follow what he says. Every word, every action. I sniff out the pray and stalk them. I am called mini. I dress in all black and blend in behind my collector. And at the last minute I pounce on them. I stalk my pray wanting nothing more then brains. We swarm out from all layers of the earth and eat teh human. I am a Zombie. And this is Zomb.

Class class class

Today was an interesting day to say the least. I think that everyone is opening up more in class. More questions are being asked and conversation is being tossed around. Though more homework is being added I think that, with time, things will be easier. Being able to juggle so many different things at once will become second nature. The topics we cover are interesting, making it easier to "want" to do the homework. I am looking forward to write the fairy tale! And I think that the add will be fun to make! I am getting excited more and more each day for this class!

When Ever, Where Ever

Once upon a time there was a little bird. Now this certain bird was a wee bit smaller then the rest. She would flap and flap and flap her wings, but she just was never able to keep up with her flock. Until one day, the birds wings just stopped working. And she started to plummet to the earth. At the same moment there was a small boy on the play ground who was being picked on for being so tiny. He throw his hands up in a fit. Little did he know that a little birdie was going to fall right into his open hands. They looked at each other almost knowing one anther's pain. He took the bird and they were never seen with out each other again. ~Fin