The place I love more than anything is my bedroom. This is the only place where I can truly be myself. I can dance, sing, do whatever, and no one can say anything 'cause it's my room.
The walls are a bluish-green, and there are two windows that have a white windowsill. My bed is to your right when you enter. Right now it has my Christmas sheets on (I waste no time), but usually it has blue, green, light green, and brown poka-dots on it, and the sheets are a light blue. If you sit on the bed, my bookcase is in arm reach to your right. The first three selves are all my books. The last one is my movies. They are both arranged in alphbetically order. On top of the shelf is the picture of me with my favorite actor and two books my favorite author signed when I met her. Hanging above that is my brother's drawing of my favorite actor, which he signed.
Above my bed is a poster that I got out of a newspaper of my favorite show 'The West Wing' the day it ended. Next to that is a picture of a dog sleeping and says "Mornings wouldn't be so bad if they started later" To the left of the poster is my Winnie the Pooh calander. To the left of my bed is my nightstand that has my alarm clock, candle, phone, and lamp.
Straight across from my bed is another bed, which usually has dolls and pillows on it. Still straight ahead from my bed, hanging on the wall, is a poster of one my favorite shows "The Office" Hanging above the headboard of that bed is a painting my best friend and I did over the summer. Between the two beds is my dresser, which is long and has a mirror. On the surface are picture frames that range from me holding my baby cousin for the first time to being with my favorite actor (I met him twice) to being with my best friend. All along the mirror are more pictures of odds and ends.
Across the dresser is another dresser that is taller. This has nick-nakes on top, and the drawers are filled with summer clothes (in the summer, it's filled with winter clothes). Next to that is my television. On the shelf below it is my West Wing collection, Scrubs collection, and the first season to Psych. Above my television is another shelf that holds my Wicked things. This includes a little Wicked Witch doll I got at McDonalds, a Wicked book, a cup, a cookie, and the CD.
I have two closets. One big one, which is to the left when you walk into the room, and the other is to the right of the television. In front of this closet is my stuffed animal collection. There are A LOT of dolls.
In the center of the room is a chair that I often sit in, but mostly just throw my clothes on until I have time to put them away.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Color
Blue
The other day I went for a walk. Well, actually, I walked to work. When I walk, it takes me 15 minutes to get there. If I drive, it takes more like 5-10 minutes. Anyway, as I walked I wrote down everything that I saw that was my favorite color, blue.
I saw:
houses
graffti
cars
sky
bus stop sign
bus strip
mailbox
a sign
American flag
letters on a sign
All State sign
Burger King
someone's baseball cap
newspaper stand
Really, it wasn't much. But it did make me aware of what was around me.
I was wondering about what was going to happen at work. I work at my elementary school as an aide to the Pre-K teacher, who also happens to be my mother. My brother also works there - he does the same thing - but he gets paid. See, when I started, I was a minor, but now am an adult. But Ryan - my brother - needs the money to pay things, pay back loans, etc. so they are paying him. I did, however, get the same schedule for the spring semester, and Ryan can't work then - he has student teaching - so I get to get paid! Yay!
Anyway, I was wondering what kind of day it would be. Most of the kids aren't bad; in fact, I really do enjoy it. Except for a few exceptions. Kids that, basically, are very annoying. You always get a few, and we got one this year. She is constantly nagging, whining, doens't want to clean, won't share, yells. Oy. She only comes in two days a week, but there are the two days that I am there. Yay.
However, there are kids that make this job worth while. Like one little girl who says "Tarter sauce." It's actually very funny. One time, some of the kids made a mistake on their project, and this girl said, "Tarter sauce. *Very* tarter sauce."
And there are two girls who are sisters. One is three and the other is four (my mom teaches both three and four year olds). They are the cutest girls. One us quiet and can sit on your lap and just sit there, while the other one will sit on your lap and consistantly move. You have to repeatly tell her to calm down or she will poke your eye out. It's also funny when she lightly touches my hair and says "I love your hair" very softly. So cute.
The other day I went for a walk. Well, actually, I walked to work. When I walk, it takes me 15 minutes to get there. If I drive, it takes more like 5-10 minutes. Anyway, as I walked I wrote down everything that I saw that was my favorite color, blue.
I saw:
houses
graffti
cars
sky
bus stop sign
bus strip
mailbox
a sign
American flag
letters on a sign
All State sign
Burger King
someone's baseball cap
newspaper stand
Really, it wasn't much. But it did make me aware of what was around me.
I was wondering about what was going to happen at work. I work at my elementary school as an aide to the Pre-K teacher, who also happens to be my mother. My brother also works there - he does the same thing - but he gets paid. See, when I started, I was a minor, but now am an adult. But Ryan - my brother - needs the money to pay things, pay back loans, etc. so they are paying him. I did, however, get the same schedule for the spring semester, and Ryan can't work then - he has student teaching - so I get to get paid! Yay!
Anyway, I was wondering what kind of day it would be. Most of the kids aren't bad; in fact, I really do enjoy it. Except for a few exceptions. Kids that, basically, are very annoying. You always get a few, and we got one this year. She is constantly nagging, whining, doens't want to clean, won't share, yells. Oy. She only comes in two days a week, but there are the two days that I am there. Yay.
However, there are kids that make this job worth while. Like one little girl who says "Tarter sauce." It's actually very funny. One time, some of the kids made a mistake on their project, and this girl said, "Tarter sauce. *Very* tarter sauce."
And there are two girls who are sisters. One is three and the other is four (my mom teaches both three and four year olds). They are the cutest girls. One us quiet and can sit on your lap and just sit there, while the other one will sit on your lap and consistantly move. You have to repeatly tell her to calm down or she will poke your eye out. It's also funny when she lightly touches my hair and says "I love your hair" very softly. So cute.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Eulogy
Today, we come together to celebrate the life of Megan. It was a long life, 97 years is nothing to sneeze about, and during her life she made many huge accomplishments.
Graduating from elementary school, then high school, then college - where she got her masters for Childhood Education/English. She then married her dear husband, Jack, when she was 25. Starting her own nursey school in her house, which then lend her to the building on 51st and 2nd. Then having her oldest, David Ryan, then her beautiful girl, Hannah Ruth.
She never regreted anything. While she was wild and crazy, she knew more about life then anyone. She always knew what to say, and when to say it. She was good for a life - sometimes unintentionally. How she always mispronounced things and could trip over her own two feet made everyone around her giggle.
One thing that we will always remember about Megan was her love for children. She started working with them when she was in the sixth grade, and while she got frustated and stated that she was going to give it up, she never could. She loved children too much. That is why she couldn't wait to have her own, and had David at 27. In a room filled with people, Megan always was talking to the children, hearing what they had to say and what exciting things they learned. She couldn't get enough.
Her love for reading was something everyone will remember. Most people will always remember her holding some book in her hand. It was a good bet that it was a romance novel too, since she didn't like anything else.
Yes, Megan lived a strong and successful life. She will certainly be missed.
Graduating from elementary school, then high school, then college - where she got her masters for Childhood Education/English. She then married her dear husband, Jack, when she was 25. Starting her own nursey school in her house, which then lend her to the building on 51st and 2nd. Then having her oldest, David Ryan, then her beautiful girl, Hannah Ruth.
She never regreted anything. While she was wild and crazy, she knew more about life then anyone. She always knew what to say, and when to say it. She was good for a life - sometimes unintentionally. How she always mispronounced things and could trip over her own two feet made everyone around her giggle.
One thing that we will always remember about Megan was her love for children. She started working with them when she was in the sixth grade, and while she got frustated and stated that she was going to give it up, she never could. She loved children too much. That is why she couldn't wait to have her own, and had David at 27. In a room filled with people, Megan always was talking to the children, hearing what they had to say and what exciting things they learned. She couldn't get enough.
Her love for reading was something everyone will remember. Most people will always remember her holding some book in her hand. It was a good bet that it was a romance novel too, since she didn't like anything else.
Yes, Megan lived a strong and successful life. She will certainly be missed.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I Remember
It was a month after her favorite grandmother died that it happened.
She had to stay at her high school, 'cause it was open house and she was asked to help. She didn't want to, but her parents thought it was a good idea, so she did it.
She was supposed to bring around a group of eighth graders and their parents and talk about why the students should go to her school, and she did do it; she was just the last person to take a group around. Since she was the last, her parents - who came to pick her up - had to wait in the lunch room.
When she was finally dismissed, she went there, seeing her parents talking to other people. She didn't care, she just wanted to go home, get out of her skirt and watch 'The Office'. While she was waiting for her mom to wrap up the conversation, her dad's phone went off. Not too surprising, since his phone usually goes off. She didn't give it much thought.
Until her father's face paled.
She started paying attention, not really listening to her friends that were around her. Her father kept asking, "But are you alright?" but she never heard the response. She didn't know who he was talking to, and it made her nervous.
Finally he hung up and said, "Sharon, we have to go." Her mother quickly looked up and saw her father's face. She quickly got her bag and stood. When they got to the car, her mother asked anxiously, "Ronnie, what is it? What happened?"
"It's Ryan," he said, refering to the girl's older brother. "He was in an accident."
The girl panicked, imagining her brother on the side of some road, wrapped around a tree. But, she reasoned, he must be okay, since he called their father.
Her father drove for what felt like hours, but was probably close to hour. She was listening to music, but she was barely paying attention. Tears sprang to her eyes and curses formed in her head. 'Idiot' she thought. 'He drives too fast. Mom and Dad always tell him to be careful. Dumbass.'
She started paying attention when her father handed her mother his phone. "Call him," her father said. "Ask him where he is"
Ryan told them that a pickup truck was driving him to a road that she never heard off. He told them how to get them and that they would be at the McDonald's that was there.
She folded her fists in her lap, certainly that when she would see him that she would punch him. Hard. She didn't need to be scared. Once was enough, thank you very much. More curses formed in her head. 'Fucking idiot. I'm going to kill him. He's a fucking idiot!'
Finally they arrived at the McDonald's, but Ryan was nowhere in site. The father called again, making sure they got it right. They did; the car Ryan was in had hit traffic.
They waited for what felt like days but was probably about ten minutes for him to arrive. He got out of the truck and the girl and her mother flew out of the car. "You idiot!" the girl yelled.
He look sorry, and kept repeating "I'm sorry"
Their mother held on to him and said in a voice filled with tears, "I just lost grandma; I can't lose you too!"
Their father came over and asked, "What happened?"
He was driving on the highway - on the far left - when he saw a car stopped up ahead. He was about to go around the car when it pulled out extrememly fast. Not wanting to hit the car, Ryan turned the wheel right and went through the three lines of traffic. Luckily no one else was around, so he didn't hit another car, but he did hit a tree. The driver's side was all scratched up, and he couldn't turn the wheel at all. The car kept going, but another man stopped to see if he was alright. He helped Ryan get his bearing, and after realizing that he was fine, called their father. The man called the pick up truck, and another woman stopped to see if everything was alright. They both stayed with him until the pick-up truck arrived.
Ryan, literally, walked away without a scratch.
She had to stay at her high school, 'cause it was open house and she was asked to help. She didn't want to, but her parents thought it was a good idea, so she did it.
She was supposed to bring around a group of eighth graders and their parents and talk about why the students should go to her school, and she did do it; she was just the last person to take a group around. Since she was the last, her parents - who came to pick her up - had to wait in the lunch room.
When she was finally dismissed, she went there, seeing her parents talking to other people. She didn't care, she just wanted to go home, get out of her skirt and watch 'The Office'. While she was waiting for her mom to wrap up the conversation, her dad's phone went off. Not too surprising, since his phone usually goes off. She didn't give it much thought.
Until her father's face paled.
She started paying attention, not really listening to her friends that were around her. Her father kept asking, "But are you alright?" but she never heard the response. She didn't know who he was talking to, and it made her nervous.
Finally he hung up and said, "Sharon, we have to go." Her mother quickly looked up and saw her father's face. She quickly got her bag and stood. When they got to the car, her mother asked anxiously, "Ronnie, what is it? What happened?"
"It's Ryan," he said, refering to the girl's older brother. "He was in an accident."
The girl panicked, imagining her brother on the side of some road, wrapped around a tree. But, she reasoned, he must be okay, since he called their father.
Her father drove for what felt like hours, but was probably close to hour. She was listening to music, but she was barely paying attention. Tears sprang to her eyes and curses formed in her head. 'Idiot' she thought. 'He drives too fast. Mom and Dad always tell him to be careful. Dumbass.'
She started paying attention when her father handed her mother his phone. "Call him," her father said. "Ask him where he is"
Ryan told them that a pickup truck was driving him to a road that she never heard off. He told them how to get them and that they would be at the McDonald's that was there.
She folded her fists in her lap, certainly that when she would see him that she would punch him. Hard. She didn't need to be scared. Once was enough, thank you very much. More curses formed in her head. 'Fucking idiot. I'm going to kill him. He's a fucking idiot!'
Finally they arrived at the McDonald's, but Ryan was nowhere in site. The father called again, making sure they got it right. They did; the car Ryan was in had hit traffic.
They waited for what felt like days but was probably about ten minutes for him to arrive. He got out of the truck and the girl and her mother flew out of the car. "You idiot!" the girl yelled.
He look sorry, and kept repeating "I'm sorry"
Their mother held on to him and said in a voice filled with tears, "I just lost grandma; I can't lose you too!"
Their father came over and asked, "What happened?"
He was driving on the highway - on the far left - when he saw a car stopped up ahead. He was about to go around the car when it pulled out extrememly fast. Not wanting to hit the car, Ryan turned the wheel right and went through the three lines of traffic. Luckily no one else was around, so he didn't hit another car, but he did hit a tree. The driver's side was all scratched up, and he couldn't turn the wheel at all. The car kept going, but another man stopped to see if he was alright. He helped Ryan get his bearing, and after realizing that he was fine, called their father. The man called the pick up truck, and another woman stopped to see if everything was alright. They both stayed with him until the pick-up truck arrived.
Ryan, literally, walked away without a scratch.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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Friday, November 7, 2008
Self-Assessment
Over the last two months, I was in the Walt Whitman Creative Studies Program. Through the class, I have been able to express my creativy through art, english, even through myself. I have learned that I hide too much inside; I too afraid to get "freaky". I learned how to make a puppet and be able to make it move. I found out that I am not unable to write poerty, and that it can be done in a number of ways. I could out that it's okay to let the "dark" side out once in a while. Also that showing everything you have to someone will not freak them out.
I also found out that sometimes, if you want great pictures, you have to take more than one shot. And if you have to look towards nature.
I also found out that sometimes, if you want great pictures, you have to take more than one shot. And if you have to look towards nature.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Omus Una Monet Nox
I VOTED!!!!!
I feel so special. My vote could make history! YAY!!!
Oh, and the title is latin. It means: "The Same Night Awaits Us All"
I feel so special. My vote could make history! YAY!!!
Oh, and the title is latin. It means: "The Same Night Awaits Us All"
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Retreat Part 1
On Nov. 1, 2008, we were scheduled to go to Goshen, New York to go on our retreat. And it was AWESOME!!!! Here's the rundown:
I met Julie outside of Kellenburg at 9:30 and we took off immeditately. We got a little lost, but her GPS was doing it's job and we were able to get back on the correct route. (We also went through a town called, no joke, Ho-Ho-Kus. I swear. I took a picture of the sign).
We got there about 11:30. Except for Don, we were the first to arrive. A few minutes later, Sam, Brittany, Melani, and Jessica showed up. We were all taken into the beautiful house that reminded me of the house from Pride and Prejudice (the Bennet's house).
Immediately we were taken into the kitchen, then into the dinning area. We were then showed our bedrooms. The four girls took one room, and Julie and I jumped for the other one. We had a loft in the bedroom. A LOFT!!! Julie and I grabbed that. There were two other beds up there, and five more on the ground. We didn't care who we roomed with; we just wanted to sleep up there.
By this time Bryan showed up and Julie and I decided to shoot some hoops and go by the lake. All the while everyone was thinking "Where's Mike?"
After spending some time at the lake, we walked around a little bit, and evesdropping on the situation with Mike. It was now 12:30, a half-an-hour after he told us to arrive. Where was he? Apparently, he got off at exit 123, even though the paper (and from what I heard, Damian and Jill, among others) said "Get off at exit 126!"
He missed the exit.
Many times.
Jill told me that everytime they passed the cows, Damian said, "Look, there are cows! Again!"
About 1, it was decided that we should eat. About 1:30, they finally arrived. Once they were all settled - Jill, Aisha, and Krissie in our room - we went into upstairs to the sitting area. We talked about different things and the theme for the retreat, which was "Click on the icon" We also had to give up our cell phones, so we don't get distracted.
The we took a walk in the woods, took pictures (of course), and gathered wood for the bonfire we would be having that night. Plus little sticks for the marshmallow we would be roasting.
Jill, Julie, and I basically hung out until it was time for dinner. We talked about all kinds of things and watched the sunset. It was so beautiful. The whole area was amazing.
After dinner we then did a mediation. It was kind of hard, since we had to sit a certain way, on very hard pillows, and not move. We had to sit like that for 15-20 minutes, and focus on our breathing. It's harder then it sounds.
Then we had our bonfire.
Oh, and we got locked outside of the house. For about 10 minutes. Finally Bryan climbed through the window and opened the door. So, YAY for Bryan, or else we would have had to sleep outside - where it was so cold - with the coyotes we could hear. So, once again, thank you Bryan!
We roasted our marshmallows and made smores. Yum. And then, when Mike was trying to get a picture of God-knows-what, he fell backwards on the crackers and the chocolate. Unfortunately, no one had a camera out. But it was very funny.
After that we basically all went and got changed. Most of the girls were gathered upstairs, doing something. All I know is that the music was loud and they were doing make-up. Otherwise, I have no idea what was going on.
While sleeping on the loft was cool, it was very uncomfortable up there. It was either hot or cold, depending on who you asked. I woke up a couple of times before finally waking up fully around 6:30. I took some pictures of outside from my bed before getting up. Around 7, I decided to go outside and get some more pictures.
It.
Was.
FREEZING!!!!!!
I was so cold, and I was wearing a heavy sweater, gloves, and a hat. Plus sneakers. And Mike said it wasn't that cold. HA! But I did get some wonderful pics.
A little while later, Jill, Julie, and I went up a hill to see the lake Sister Diane told us was up there. Mike decided to come along to get some great pictures (big shocker). I have no idea how far up we were when Mike got distracted by some big flowers (I don't know what they were). He went into the tick infested area and took I don't know how many photos. Finally we were just like "There are having breakfast, so see you later Mike!" By the time I had finished my breakfast, Mike had returned.
We had to meet at 10, and around 9, Jill, Julie, and I were hanging out in the sitting room. I fell asleep for a little bit. I was just so tired.
We then met outside and talked about nature again. It was very nice. We had to write a letter to ourselves, which they took back. The sister's said that they will mail it back to us when they feel like it. So it might not be for a while.
About 11:30, it was over, and Julie and I headed home.
God, what a fun trip.
I met Julie outside of Kellenburg at 9:30 and we took off immeditately. We got a little lost, but her GPS was doing it's job and we were able to get back on the correct route. (We also went through a town called, no joke, Ho-Ho-Kus. I swear. I took a picture of the sign).
We got there about 11:30. Except for Don, we were the first to arrive. A few minutes later, Sam, Brittany, Melani, and Jessica showed up. We were all taken into the beautiful house that reminded me of the house from Pride and Prejudice (the Bennet's house).
Immediately we were taken into the kitchen, then into the dinning area. We were then showed our bedrooms. The four girls took one room, and Julie and I jumped for the other one. We had a loft in the bedroom. A LOFT!!! Julie and I grabbed that. There were two other beds up there, and five more on the ground. We didn't care who we roomed with; we just wanted to sleep up there.
By this time Bryan showed up and Julie and I decided to shoot some hoops and go by the lake. All the while everyone was thinking "Where's Mike?"
After spending some time at the lake, we walked around a little bit, and evesdropping on the situation with Mike. It was now 12:30, a half-an-hour after he told us to arrive. Where was he? Apparently, he got off at exit 123, even though the paper (and from what I heard, Damian and Jill, among others) said "Get off at exit 126!"
He missed the exit.
Many times.
Jill told me that everytime they passed the cows, Damian said, "Look, there are cows! Again!"
About 1, it was decided that we should eat. About 1:30, they finally arrived. Once they were all settled - Jill, Aisha, and Krissie in our room - we went into upstairs to the sitting area. We talked about different things and the theme for the retreat, which was "Click on the icon" We also had to give up our cell phones, so we don't get distracted.
The we took a walk in the woods, took pictures (of course), and gathered wood for the bonfire we would be having that night. Plus little sticks for the marshmallow we would be roasting.
Jill, Julie, and I basically hung out until it was time for dinner. We talked about all kinds of things and watched the sunset. It was so beautiful. The whole area was amazing.
After dinner we then did a mediation. It was kind of hard, since we had to sit a certain way, on very hard pillows, and not move. We had to sit like that for 15-20 minutes, and focus on our breathing. It's harder then it sounds.
Then we had our bonfire.
Oh, and we got locked outside of the house. For about 10 minutes. Finally Bryan climbed through the window and opened the door. So, YAY for Bryan, or else we would have had to sleep outside - where it was so cold - with the coyotes we could hear. So, once again, thank you Bryan!
We roasted our marshmallows and made smores. Yum. And then, when Mike was trying to get a picture of God-knows-what, he fell backwards on the crackers and the chocolate. Unfortunately, no one had a camera out. But it was very funny.
After that we basically all went and got changed. Most of the girls were gathered upstairs, doing something. All I know is that the music was loud and they were doing make-up. Otherwise, I have no idea what was going on.
While sleeping on the loft was cool, it was very uncomfortable up there. It was either hot or cold, depending on who you asked. I woke up a couple of times before finally waking up fully around 6:30. I took some pictures of outside from my bed before getting up. Around 7, I decided to go outside and get some more pictures.
It.
Was.
FREEZING!!!!!!
I was so cold, and I was wearing a heavy sweater, gloves, and a hat. Plus sneakers. And Mike said it wasn't that cold. HA! But I did get some wonderful pics.
A little while later, Jill, Julie, and I went up a hill to see the lake Sister Diane told us was up there. Mike decided to come along to get some great pictures (big shocker). I have no idea how far up we were when Mike got distracted by some big flowers (I don't know what they were). He went into the tick infested area and took I don't know how many photos. Finally we were just like "There are having breakfast, so see you later Mike!" By the time I had finished my breakfast, Mike had returned.
We had to meet at 10, and around 9, Jill, Julie, and I were hanging out in the sitting room. I fell asleep for a little bit. I was just so tired.
We then met outside and talked about nature again. It was very nice. We had to write a letter to ourselves, which they took back. The sister's said that they will mail it back to us when they feel like it. So it might not be for a while.
About 11:30, it was over, and Julie and I headed home.
God, what a fun trip.
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