Picture this:
Breezy air. Sun shining. Smiles and laughter fill the air. A pool to cool down in. A dog running around. Kids screaming with joy. Friends joking around. Clouds looking like animals. Trees and green scenery. Happiness surrounding you. Waking up at 9... This is summer before Culver.
Most people love their summer and if it were taken away would cry. Then, why do I chose to leave? All the things described sound wonderful, something you'd want to hold onto for as long as possible. Something that eventually leaves with the boring school days. Yet, do they hibernate or do they simply disappear because of what people do or think or feel? I can't figure it out, but personnaly. I don't think summer is determined by just a season. I don't think summer is determined by how late you can wake up. Because.... the fact is.... its who you're with. School is boring because of teacher's and homework. Yet, fun when you talk with friends work together talk about the class. Thats why Culver is my summer, because no matter how much marching is thrown in the people beat it out. Because the memories I acquire couldn't come from anywhere else. And my friends back home molded my year and beginning of summer.... sometimes you need to be molded by new hands and let unobtainable memories be obtained. Sometimes your friends don't have all the right answers... Sometimes you just need a little more..........Freedom.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Protectors
Picture This:
Your five years old. You're scared. Down stairs there's screaming. Upstairs there's unrestful sleeping. You want your mother to hold you and tell you everything's all right...But she can't.
Kids want one thing. Happiness, to know that they're safe, that everyone they love is. Yet, where is that happiness when there's screaming downstairs and yelling and no one's there to hold you and comfort you?
So, I quietly walked down to my little brother who had waterfalls on his face. I led him out of the empty black hallway and to my room. I had wanted to ween him from cuddling in my bed, yet, the tears weakened me. I laid him on my bed as he cried. I remained rubbing his back attempting to play the motherly role and sooth him to sleep. He eventually calmed down but just looked at me with empty eyes. I sighed and he grabbed me tight in a hug. He didn't let go. Just grasping for something, anything, but that something was me. I held him making sure he knew I had him. I wouldn't let him fall. I wouldn't let him hurt. I wouldn't let him be alone.
He let go and looked at me with honest eyes. "I love you." He went back and held me tight. I whispered, "I love you too." He finally laid down his head on the pillow. He saw me holding my Polar bear that I sleep with. "You want one?" I went to my closet and let him pick from The Beast in Beauty and the Beast, Penguins, and a Dog. He grabbed the dog with fast fingers. "Protector." He said.
I looked at him puzzled. "Protector." He stated again. "He won't let me get hurt. He's gonna save me." I put my hand on his back. "We're here too." I told him making sure he knew that we were real. "But he can't hurt me." I felt my eyes mimick his eyes earlier. We waled back to my bed. "At night, he comes alive and guards me. He won't let anyone hurt any of us. He's special. He kisses me sometimes too. He makes sure I won't die. He loves me. He loves mommy too and dad and you and everyone in the world! Protector loves helping people. Protector loves me. Protector protects me." I kissed his child forhead. "Goodnight, I love you." I whispered.
I laid on my side and looked at my bare wall. I closed my eyes and pictured someone looking over me. Someone protecting me. I pictured someone making sure I was smiling. Someone picking me up from rock bottom.
Everyone needs someone to protect them...lover, friends, family, people, teachers, someone....
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Your five years old. You're scared. Down stairs there's screaming. Upstairs there's unrestful sleeping. You want your mother to hold you and tell you everything's all right...But she can't.
Kids want one thing. Happiness, to know that they're safe, that everyone they love is. Yet, where is that happiness when there's screaming downstairs and yelling and no one's there to hold you and comfort you?
So, I quietly walked down to my little brother who had waterfalls on his face. I led him out of the empty black hallway and to my room. I had wanted to ween him from cuddling in my bed, yet, the tears weakened me. I laid him on my bed as he cried. I remained rubbing his back attempting to play the motherly role and sooth him to sleep. He eventually calmed down but just looked at me with empty eyes. I sighed and he grabbed me tight in a hug. He didn't let go. Just grasping for something, anything, but that something was me. I held him making sure he knew I had him. I wouldn't let him fall. I wouldn't let him hurt. I wouldn't let him be alone.
He let go and looked at me with honest eyes. "I love you." He went back and held me tight. I whispered, "I love you too." He finally laid down his head on the pillow. He saw me holding my Polar bear that I sleep with. "You want one?" I went to my closet and let him pick from The Beast in Beauty and the Beast, Penguins, and a Dog. He grabbed the dog with fast fingers. "Protector." He said.
I looked at him puzzled. "Protector." He stated again. "He won't let me get hurt. He's gonna save me." I put my hand on his back. "We're here too." I told him making sure he knew that we were real. "But he can't hurt me." I felt my eyes mimick his eyes earlier. We waled back to my bed. "At night, he comes alive and guards me. He won't let anyone hurt any of us. He's special. He kisses me sometimes too. He makes sure I won't die. He loves me. He loves mommy too and dad and you and everyone in the world! Protector loves helping people. Protector loves me. Protector protects me." I kissed his child forhead. "Goodnight, I love you." I whispered.
I laid on my side and looked at my bare wall. I closed my eyes and pictured someone looking over me. Someone protecting me. I pictured someone making sure I was smiling. Someone picking me up from rock bottom.
Everyone needs someone to protect them...lover, friends, family, people, teachers, someone....
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Culver 101
Picture this:
Marching. Left, left, left, right, right, right, left, Hup! Hup! Military calling step. The cannon shooting off during retreat. The colors passing. Parade Rest. Attention. Unit Commander.
This is stuff for people in the army, right? WRONG. This is stuff for friends. This is something for people who want the best summer ever. Culver Military Academy and Summer Camps.
Want some advice from a teenager at a Military place for six weeks. Remember this:
1. After making your bed the first day (the most pointless chore ever) Don't get in it! Have an extra cover and lay on top of the made bed. Then just fix it in the morning to make it top notch for the GI of the day.
2. Bring shoe good smeller stuff! (Wearing the same gym shoes for 6 weeks not a good smell unless you have shoe deoterant!)
3. Bring two sets of gym shoes (Mud not good)
4. Two pairs of loafers (One for retreat, one for parade)
5. If you find your room a mess for GI just shove the stuff in your dresser! Then it only sucks when you have PI or just keep your room clean
6. Bring a Swifer. Floors get dirty!
7. Roomies if you barely have any laundry wash it together! Save some time!
8. DON'T LET PEOPLE STEAL FOOD THAT IS SPECIAL PERSONAL PROPERTY :)
9. Smile and don't get mad about marching it's not that bad
10. If you aren't used to wearing gym shoes, practice. You want to avoid Blisters and avoid the nickname if possible :) But if you get a lot of Blisters and you acquire that nickname its ok its one of the best possible nicknames
11. Being a third classman is your worst year and if someone calls you a Pleab just say you were one once too! (and if necessary tell them how much they suck at military and rank)
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Marching. Left, left, left, right, right, right, left, Hup! Hup! Military calling step. The cannon shooting off during retreat. The colors passing. Parade Rest. Attention. Unit Commander.
This is stuff for people in the army, right? WRONG. This is stuff for friends. This is something for people who want the best summer ever. Culver Military Academy and Summer Camps.
Want some advice from a teenager at a Military place for six weeks. Remember this:
1. After making your bed the first day (the most pointless chore ever) Don't get in it! Have an extra cover and lay on top of the made bed. Then just fix it in the morning to make it top notch for the GI of the day.
2. Bring shoe good smeller stuff! (Wearing the same gym shoes for 6 weeks not a good smell unless you have shoe deoterant!)
3. Bring two sets of gym shoes (Mud not good)
4. Two pairs of loafers (One for retreat, one for parade)
5. If you find your room a mess for GI just shove the stuff in your dresser! Then it only sucks when you have PI or just keep your room clean
6. Bring a Swifer. Floors get dirty!
7. Roomies if you barely have any laundry wash it together! Save some time!
8. DON'T LET PEOPLE STEAL FOOD THAT IS SPECIAL PERSONAL PROPERTY :)
9. Smile and don't get mad about marching it's not that bad
10. If you aren't used to wearing gym shoes, practice. You want to avoid Blisters and avoid the nickname if possible :) But if you get a lot of Blisters and you acquire that nickname its ok its one of the best possible nicknames
11. Being a third classman is your worst year and if someone calls you a Pleab just say you were one once too! (and if necessary tell them how much they suck at military and rank)
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Strangers are Undiscovered Future Friends:)
Picture this:
Marching. Uniforms. Classes. (This is summer). But Picture: Friends. International people. Roommates. Smiling. Fireworks. Horses. Decks. Smiles. Laughter. Romance. Happiness. Fun. Memorable Moments.
So this is my summer. The first three do apply but... this place is my heaven. This place shows me more than I'd ever see. This place helps me realize that America isn't the only place stuggling. This place helps me remain sane. This place...is home. This place is Culver.
The people that are like my family are so important to me. These people include my roommate for six weeks. Someone that was basically my third roommate and will be very soon. Someone who brought me up whenever I was down. My best guy friend ever. Someone that I bicker with and am very combatative around. Someone I will never forget. Someone in Spain. Someone in Columbia. Someone in Mexico. People that make my life whole.
Funny, last year I never thought these people would matter. They were people I didn't know or care for. These were strangers. But, isn't that how friendship, love, and everything starts? You meet a stranger. And now those same strangers are my world. I couldn't imagine my life without them. Without confessing my problems. Without laughing. Without crying. Without smiling. Without dancing in the rain on the fourth of July. These are the strangers that make my life complete. Had I have never gone to what some people call torture, I wouldn't be who I am. I would be missing out on everything important to me.
Now, summer is rapidly approaching. Those strangers who I've only had contact with by Facebook or Skype or sending sound waves through telephone wires... I'll be able to hug and dance with and see their smile not through a camera, but through my eyes. I haven't been more excited. The last time I had a count down was in third grade for Christmas and that was only for twelve days. Yet, I've now had a count down for Six monthes! Finally only forty seven days until I see all of them and Thirty seven until I see my roommates for life <3
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Marching. Uniforms. Classes. (This is summer). But Picture: Friends. International people. Roommates. Smiling. Fireworks. Horses. Decks. Smiles. Laughter. Romance. Happiness. Fun. Memorable Moments.
So this is my summer. The first three do apply but... this place is my heaven. This place shows me more than I'd ever see. This place helps me realize that America isn't the only place stuggling. This place helps me remain sane. This place...is home. This place is Culver.
The people that are like my family are so important to me. These people include my roommate for six weeks. Someone that was basically my third roommate and will be very soon. Someone who brought me up whenever I was down. My best guy friend ever. Someone that I bicker with and am very combatative around. Someone I will never forget. Someone in Spain. Someone in Columbia. Someone in Mexico. People that make my life whole.
Funny, last year I never thought these people would matter. They were people I didn't know or care for. These were strangers. But, isn't that how friendship, love, and everything starts? You meet a stranger. And now those same strangers are my world. I couldn't imagine my life without them. Without confessing my problems. Without laughing. Without crying. Without smiling. Without dancing in the rain on the fourth of July. These are the strangers that make my life complete. Had I have never gone to what some people call torture, I wouldn't be who I am. I would be missing out on everything important to me.
Now, summer is rapidly approaching. Those strangers who I've only had contact with by Facebook or Skype or sending sound waves through telephone wires... I'll be able to hug and dance with and see their smile not through a camera, but through my eyes. I haven't been more excited. The last time I had a count down was in third grade for Christmas and that was only for twelve days. Yet, I've now had a count down for Six monthes! Finally only forty seven days until I see all of them and Thirty seven until I see my roommates for life <3
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Spain?
Picture this:
Spain. Culture. People. Fun. Museums. Monuments. Vacation. Smiling. Laughter. Sights. Historic Ruins.
So much to look forward to. That is... If I could or were allowed to. I think that Spain would be amazing. Eleven Days in a diffrent country with a diffrent language. Yet, would my parents allow the though. Let's see... I'm going into Spanish three next year, which is why I have this amazing oppertunity. The beautiful city of Madrid! Do I have a shot? Yes, but my parents are so strict. Will their strictness defy me the right to go on an educational journey? Possibly...Yes. Who am I kidding, of course!
I want to go with all my heart. I know people in Spain. I've never been out of the country. I've only ventured into six states! My spainards are amazing! They are amazing friends! They've seen my home: America. But have I ever seen theirs? No and if I don't get to go.... Well who knows if I ever will have that chance.
So with my heart and dreams I plead about Spain. The country of.... well.... Spain! (No idea what they are know for: France= Romance, USA= Eagle and Freedom, Britian= Parliment, Spain= ? There's a reason to go! To learn this!)
So as a pleading and hoping and wishing teenage girl. Would any parent grant their child this oppertunity? Its for school!
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Spain. Culture. People. Fun. Museums. Monuments. Vacation. Smiling. Laughter. Sights. Historic Ruins.
So much to look forward to. That is... If I could or were allowed to. I think that Spain would be amazing. Eleven Days in a diffrent country with a diffrent language. Yet, would my parents allow the though. Let's see... I'm going into Spanish three next year, which is why I have this amazing oppertunity. The beautiful city of Madrid! Do I have a shot? Yes, but my parents are so strict. Will their strictness defy me the right to go on an educational journey? Possibly...Yes. Who am I kidding, of course!
I want to go with all my heart. I know people in Spain. I've never been out of the country. I've only ventured into six states! My spainards are amazing! They are amazing friends! They've seen my home: America. But have I ever seen theirs? No and if I don't get to go.... Well who knows if I ever will have that chance.
So with my heart and dreams I plead about Spain. The country of.... well.... Spain! (No idea what they are know for: France= Romance, USA= Eagle and Freedom, Britian= Parliment, Spain= ? There's a reason to go! To learn this!)
So as a pleading and hoping and wishing teenage girl. Would any parent grant their child this oppertunity? Its for school!
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Sunday, May 2, 2010
Strong words.
How come people say words like 'hate' are strong words, yet people throw around the words 'love' and 'forever' like they mean nothing? It's not only guys, girls too. Girls say things like 'Together forever.' Yet, that's after what? Two weeks? A few weeks? As little as days! For one thing if you've been together less than four months and are a teen, odds are its not love. Love is something that you will not experience for awhile. I have never had a boyfriend, yet even as a freshman and my friends all having their first kiss, I don't care. My friends regret their first kisses and I don't want to regret anything. I always try to be careful and have my guard up. The crime isn't having a wall, but not having anyone who wants to try and break it down. One person knows more than anyone else. So when I open up I'm still selective, but they know more than anyone really will for now. I try to limit my use of the word hate because it means to not like something so much that you obsess over it. I don't think anyone really hates anyone. Then again I don't think teens love either. Yet, some teenagers give all they have away to keep what alive? A relationship that improves your character, maybe. But, more likely a relationship bound to end and hurt you. So why say love to someone that you only really like? Why say forever when its more like a little while, a little piece of life that will go on? Why say hate when you only strongly dislike? Why use these words? People over use them so much they have lost their meaning.... but why did people have to ruin words original intent?
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Look around and Smile
I looked around outside this morning. I originally thought it would be a bad day. I had so much to do! I had to wake up at seven to babysit and clean. My brother had an arena football game. I don't appreciate all of his sports. They keep me constantly bounded to a life indoors. Yesterday, I babysat one of my six other siblings. The cute three year old, I don't mind him. I mind being inside. I mind cleaning for hours and not getting a thank you, but only complaints about little things, such as the dog's food bowl empty and out. So while my family went out to eat I cleaned and babysat. Today much of the same thing. I cleaned and obeyed. But when I took my dog out my little brother ran out onto the deck. We just recently moved in so we are missing railings and our deck is high up. I was down the stairs and my dog doing her buisness in the mud. "What are you doing!?!" I yelled. He looked down smiling. He layed on his belly and cradled his head in his hands as though ready for a picture. He looked out at the forest preserve behind our house. He just stared into the field. He looked entranced and I watched him. I heard him sigh and suddenly my muddy dog jumped onto me. I pushed her off and yelled. My brothers trance broke and he looked at me hurt. I wasn't sure what I did. "She wanted to play." He said quietly. I looked at him, "She can't jump on people." I stated. "But....but..... look around." He looked back at the forest. I followed his gaze and before I looked back he was looking at me. "But you have to smile and be happy, laugh at her, she just wanted to smile." I never knew a three year old could have such intellectual words. I smiled back at his innocent face. "I'm sorry, I'll smile." I smiled at him. "You better mister!" He went back to his child mind and stood up. "Otherwise....you're a bad guy and I'll destroy you! HA!" He acted like he was punching an invisible villian and walked inside. I smiled and looked at my dog who was sniffing a rock. I stroked her head and walked back upstairs.
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