i’m tired of being tired

of never having time

i’m tired of writing poems

so hard to get to rhyme

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i’m tired of doing things

i don’t even want to do

just to say that i’v done them

to please people like YOU

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i’m tired of AP classes

of worrying about my GPA

i’m tired of student council

every single day

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i’m tired of it all

and about ready to explode

i’m tired of this busy schedule

but i think i’ve finally broke the code

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MY life doesn’t really have to rhyme

I don’t have to get an A

these things were only to please you

not to benefit Me

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quick studying and jamming

then learning to forget

may help Me get the grades

but that’s about it

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In 50 years when I’m looking back

I want to remember

what I dedicated 17 years

of My life to

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I’m doing things for Myself now

the way I’ve always wanted them to be

I’m living with the simple goal

of getting the most I can from each gift

Do we need a new temperance movement? Why or why not?

I believe that we need to temper our use of natural resources. I’m not saying that we need to stop using it, but we should definitely cut down on our use of it. In short we should resist the urge to use it when we don’t need to.  The movement should be a change in people’s thinking, not a law which forces them to find other ways of getting it.

How should individual human beings behave?

Human beings should want to control their use of natural resources.  Even if they don’t want to do it for themselves, they should remember that even once they’re time on this planet has come to an end their loved ones and their descendants will still have to live on it.  It should’t be the governments job to tell us to save our planet. Thus they shouldn’t even try because chances are that telling people not to do something will only encourage them to do so.  This was the problem with the temperance of alcohol in the 1930’s,  the government passed laws which banned alcohol but the general public still wanted it so they found ways to work around the laws.

How does that behavior influence others?

Our class and some of the discussions we have during it is a great example of how one person’s beliefs and behavior can effect another’s.  The first thing that comes to mind was our whole abortion debate thing (I know this wasn’t an official debate but it was one of the more intensive ones), some people got really worked up in it and I know it both forced people to see the situation from the other side and even changed a few people’s minds.  If you want to see how it is influencing others today look at the commercials on TV. Sunchips have now “captured the sun so you can finally taste it” and are made using power from the sun.  Gas companies are spending money finding alternative fuels.  Even at the end of other commercials “please recycle” is popping up where you would expect to see/ hear the “please drink responsibly” thing.  Even today people’s efforts to temper our use of natural resources are having effects on other people.

I thought I knew you

that you were truly my best friend

thought we would stay together through thick and thin until the end

I thought of the summer

the things we would achieve

the enemies we’d make and the friends we would receive

Then suddenly I see

that slowly over time

the differences between us have continued to climb

You strive to be something else now

have given up who you are

you’re following the crowd and have stopped reaching for the stars

And now I’ve given up

I can not help you anymore

for anyone who follows you shall too be caught in the downpour

Now I write my good-bye

hoping someday you’ll have the self esteem

to create your own path swimming against the down flow of the stream

What can 10 words do that 10,000 cannot?

10 well chosen words can achieve much more than 10,000 words.  People have the attention span to both hear and remember 10 words.  If you use 10,000 words than the main point is just hidden in the extra repeating words. People may listen to it, but they wont hear it.

I want to challenge a line from the post on the discovery blog What If We Had Listened.  “Tradition is a tricky thing. We love it because it is safe and known. We want to preserve it because it works, or at least used to work.” I don’t believe that this is true. I think that people want change to happen, they are eager for it.  One example that comes to mind is Obama.  His whole campaign is based on the promise that he will bring change to our nation, and he is doing really well.  People don’t question the need for change, but instead how it is going to happen.

Average Just Doesn’t Cut it Anymore

I think everyone can relate to this piece of writing because at one point or another, everyone has done something that they didn’t want to just so that they can say that they have done it.  Everyone strives for good grades.  But after 15 or so years of focusing on grades you look back and wonder why.  Does getting an A in a class really mean that you’ve gotten anything out of it? Or does it just mean that you were able to quick study the night before a test, jam it all in your head, and then forget it the molment you turn in the test? What are good grades really worth?  I look back and realize that the only point of them is to be able to say that you had them. They’re just another thing that you can tell people you did to empress them.

So, why don’t we go through our education with the simple goal of getting the most we can out of it?  As nice as that sounds it’s not going to get you anywhere in todays society.  It’s all about how many AP classes you can take, how high of a GPA you can get, and how busy of a schedule  you can maintain. It’s doesn’t matter how much you learn, how much you enjoy it, or how balanced your life is.

(I’m  going to finish this later)

Ok, so I saw this picture on someones myspace and I loved it. It was one of those pictures that I could just see being the cover of a book so I decided I was going to make a novel with it as the cover. I don’t know how long its going to take of how good its going to be though because I havn’t writen a story in a long time.
Prologue:

He was the most popular boy in school. Everyone knew his name and all the girls loved him. If you were friends with him you had a one way ticket to popularity. No wait skip the ticket you didn’t even need to bother take the train ride you were already there. However, if you were his girlfriend you were automatically dubbed the prettiest girl and the center of the world. But he was a jerk, a player, a cheater. Psh, wish I would have known that.

The first day I saw him I thought he was the hottest guy in the world. Little did I know that all the other girls in school did too. And then all of a sudden my dream came true. Out of all the girls at school he picked me. I was the special one. I was the one that everyone would imagine being. I was the the one (or so I thought) girl that he had chosen to be his.

So it went on for a while, I thought we were perfect, that we were meant to be and I thought that he felt the same. Then on Valentines day, the day that we had so many plans for, the biggest surprise of my life sent me spiraling downwards. That morning I saw a gift in his locker. I was excited but not surprised since he had been asking me what I wanted for the last few weeks and after all we were dating. So I went and got his gift from my locker and began to make my way back to his. I hadn’t talked to him yet today and was planing on surprising him so I tried not to make the scene that I, the royalty, usually made when I walked down the hall.

I wove in and out of the people and after a few elbows in the face found his locker. But then, when I broke in to the always present clearing that surrounded his locker keeping the unworthy out I saw something that changed the way I looked at people for the rest of my life. There in the center of it all were my best friend and my boyfriend (no wait scratch that, EX best friend and EX boyfriend) together! Can you believe that? The two people in my life that I had trusted with my feelings and deepest secrets had betrayed me for… each other. The idea just seemed so foreign, so wrong. So there, in those few short seconds of my life, the way I looked at the people around me had transformed into a view shaded with the glasses of anger, mistrust, and fear.

Chapter 1:

“Ginni, Ginni, can you explain what I just told the class.”

I was sitting (actually it was more of a slump) in my desk in math class. I was staring at a poster on the wall and guess the look on my face must have given me away.

“Ginni, were you day dreaming again?”

“No, I was just thinking”

“Well if you were so busy thinking, than you wouldn’t mind sharing you thoughts with the class now would you?”

“Well actually I’m really confused and I’m not sure exactly how this works. I don’t get it.”

“OK Ginni we’ll have to talk about this after class.”

Oh gosh that Ms. Hunkim. She was one of those people that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to hate how ever much you wanted to. She was so evil at times but then on the other hand she was probably the nicest, most understanding person I had ever known.

I didn’t know what I was going to tell her after class. I didn’t want to lie, but I couldn’t tell her what I had really been thinking about either. It wasn’t my fault though. I couldn’t help it. You see there was this amazing guy in my math class. He was, well you can fill in the blank here, and I really liked him. But I couldn’t. When ever I started talking to him I would start having flashbacks of that horrible day two years ago. The day that had taught me that no one ever cares about you as much as they care about themselves, that there is no such thing as a true allegiance. Ever since that day I hadn’t had a best friend or a boyfriend, I’d just skipped around from group to group. Making lots of friends, but never staying long enough for anyone to get close enough to hurt me.

The bell rang. The rest of the class scurried out, looking like mice trying to escape from a trap before it snapped shut again and they were stuck forever, and I stayed. I had spent the remainder of the class thinking of excuses but had been disappointingly unsuccessful and now I didn’t even have the slightest idea of what to say. But then, as she turned to me, she said, “I don’t care what you were thinking about and I don’t want to know, and as long as this doesn’t happen again I won’t have to.” I sighed. She didn’t care, she was just going to give me a warning and send me on my way. Well that was the luckiest I had been in awhile.

I stand above, looking out on the world from the mountain which I am standing on. Finally feeling the majestic sense that I had spent the last few weeks trying to achieve. It’s funny though. It took so long to get up and now that I am standing on the top I feel like I could just run on forever. Over the brooks and the rocks which I know are there even though they are covered by the perfectly woven blanket of trees. I feel like a giant of some kind that in a few steps could run over to the opposite mountain and, in seconds, be on the top of it. The world feels as if it had shrunk and left me ruling over it. I feel like a greek god (maybe Zeus the ruler of Heaven?) living on Mount Olympus, immortal and powerful yet peaceful at the same time, above all the problems of humanity.

As I look down at my feet, I am reminded of how small I really am by the simple everyday looking dirt and rocks which now seem to be about my size. I know if they were down in the river that I’d been looking over I wouldn’t even be able to see them and for a moment it scares me just how small each individual person really is. Almost like the trees which I was looking over just seconds before, at first, from far away they all seem the same, blending into a mass which you can not avoid. But then as I begin on my way down, I see each tree I pass one at a time. Each one seems to loom over me, bigger than I ever would have suspected by the view I had from the top of the mountain, and each one is so different. People are like trees, in the masses no one stands out, all seem to blend together. But when one looks closely, each person has their own details making them all different.

What is the difference between a idea and a belief?

A belief is a idea that you have accepted and will stand by.  A idea is a just a thought that came.  Your not sure it it’s good or not or if you if you like it.