Over the years, you learn a little. A little here, a little there. Most of it is completely useless and stuff that you will never again use in your life after the final exams, but some of it sticks. Some of the things you learn over the years change and grow and evolve from one thing to another. And when I say that I, of course, mean love.
Now I don’t think that love is something that can easily be put down in words. You may read about a kiss in a book, or see someone holding hands on TV, but that isn’t it. It is a twist of anticipation in the pit of your stomach. A taste on the roof of your mouth. The sound of a fluttering heartbeat. It is a feeling that consumes your entire body, weaving ever fiber of your being with it’s delicate threads. And it is constantly transforming.
A full grown man who is married and has many children has a very different perspective on love that a adolescent girl barely halfway through her teens. But both feel love all the same. Some people say that young adults don’t feel love. But who are they to dictate what love is? Who are they to say that something such as love has any definition at all?
Our entire world revolves around one simple fact: We all fall in love. Whether it is a crush a five year old has on his or her classmate, or a couple that have been married for eighty years. No one can deny feelings for others. We may hide them and lock them away from the world, but they are still there. We base our lives, our society, everything about us on love.
It is like the wind. I know that may sound very cliché, but it is true. Sometimes the wind blow in gale-force, sometimes it doesn’t blow at all. Sometimes it is small and tentative before slowing growing larger and larger. Or it can even suddenly appear out of nowhere. No one has any control over which way the wind blows. Wind is something that surrounds all of us, whether we feel it or not. As is with love.
I know that right now I think that I have the strongest feelings for someone you can possibly have. But a year from now, these may seem like trivial infatuations. I flow through the canals of love, letting it take me where it pleases. Letting the love wash over me, or simply wash me onto the shore. It is in that canal that we spend our lives, growing and developing our essential being. Us. Love has always been here, and it always will be. Waiting for us to embrace it.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mum
This is a poem I wrote for my mum yesterday...
Mum, oh what to say.
Mum, oh what to do.
I look around thinking,
Thinking of what to say about you.
Words don’t seem to be enough,
Not working for me at all.
They can’t describe you right,
I think I’m trying to stall.
I would try some flattery
Maybe even a funny cliché.
But I think I’d kill it,
I make everything blasé.
So maybe I’ll just come right out,
Say what’s on my mind.
You’re here, you’re now,
And you’re certainly one of a kind.
You make me smile and you make me cry,
You make it all alright.
You hold my hand and comfort me,
You help me through the night.
I love your company,
I love you time.
You’re my movie buddy,
You’re mine.
It’s rather hard to explain,
To put this into words.
But I’ll try and say it best I can:
Mum, I love you.
Mum, oh what to say.
Mum, oh what to do.
I look around thinking,
Thinking of what to say about you.
Words don’t seem to be enough,
Not working for me at all.
They can’t describe you right,
I think I’m trying to stall.
I would try some flattery
Maybe even a funny cliché.
But I think I’d kill it,
I make everything blasé.
So maybe I’ll just come right out,
Say what’s on my mind.
You’re here, you’re now,
And you’re certainly one of a kind.
You make me smile and you make me cry,
You make it all alright.
You hold my hand and comfort me,
You help me through the night.
I love your company,
I love you time.
You’re my movie buddy,
You’re mine.
It’s rather hard to explain,
To put this into words.
But I’ll try and say it best I can:
Mum, I love you.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Story Numero Uno!
This isn't actually my first story, not by far. This isn't even the first story I've published on here. But I have nothing better to do or to say, so I'm putting this on here. No comments please :)
I sit and stare out into the torrents of rain dismally. Not five minutes ago there had been sunshine and I was thinking about taking a walk. But now, with all hopes of spending a little bit of my May afternoon dashed, I settle down to write my report.
It is about my recent journey all the way to Vermont to study a possible new dragonfly. Some old, lonely farmer who wanted his five minutes of fame. It had turned out to only be an Ebony Jewelwing, but it was still a good excuse to get out of Washington. The old man had been very friendly and I quite enjoyed his company. The only drawback to the trip was that now I have to write a report on every second I spent there.
I tap my fingers lightly on the keyboard and listen to the patter-patter of the rain on my window. I have a fairly nice office considering how new I am here.
There is a window that lets me see out into some nameless park where people go running by and buying ice-cream everyday. I sometimes go out and get some myself when the weather permits; which is very rare here. The room in which I work is very long and narrow, and it looks even smaller with my large oak desk hogging up most of the visual space. But other than that there are a few chairs on the opposite side, a small sofa, a table with a coffee pot, and a lamp. Not bad for a beginner.
I was appointed head of the Office for Insect Research and Development. That means that I get to know all the Level 5 clearance information on how the government is creating bugs to use instead of soldiers. Right now it’s a bunch of scientists with nothing better to do, but I see potential for the future. I also have to sign a lot of papers letting people go all over the world to look at bugs. Insects is a more appropriate use of language, but it’s all the same to me.
A lot of people hate me because I got this job over them. There are men who have been in this field for over fifty years and they got passed over. I had barely worked in the section for a year when the chose me. I have a couple of theories on that. First, no one wants to listen to a bunch of old guys telling them all about their life every time they come into their office (which I’m sure they would do as I have had personal experience in this particular subject), and the second is simply because of my degree. I have a major in Arthropods and a minor in microbiology. An odd mix, granted, but I manage. Fresh out of college, I know everything new there is to know about bugs, and still remember it all.
The only problem in my high position of power is that everything I do is severely scrutinized and I have to watch everything I do. One mistake and I am out of here. Plus there’s all that money tracking. But I knew that would come with the territory.
I spend a couple minutes writing, then stand up to stretch my legs. It’s roughly ten in the morning, so still early enough to have some coffee. I take the last cup and turn off the machine. I always take my coffee black, mostly because I am too lazy to sweeten it up every time, but also because it wakes me up and makes me feel more alert.
I go back to my desk and sit down, not wanting to do the inevitable job. The almost completely blank pages stares at me as if it’s daring me to put writing it off any longer. I am suppose to turn it in this afternoon to the Director, but that’s not likely to happen.
Director Catch has always been exceptionally nice to me, and every since my promotion (which I believe he had a hand in helping) has been cutting me a lot of slack. I don’t mind, but I know it’s not a good habit to be getting into.
I decide that I wont leave this room until the paper is over.
Just as I star getting into the swing of things and am actually making headway on the essay, I hear a light knocking on my door.
“Come in,” I say and the door swings open. I had it oiled not to long ago because the squeak was beginning to drive me mad.
“Mr. Brown is here to see you. He said it was urgent,” Lillian says. She is my newly appointed secretary. I don’t know how I survived without one for so long. She is my savoir. Without her everything I do would be a mess and I would never get anything done.
I stand and walk over to the door. Mr. Brown happens to be my fiancé. The door closes silently and we press our faces together smiling. David pulls something out from behind his back and I draw back.
“I thought these might brighten your day,” he says and hands me a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
“Aw, sweetheart, that is so nice,” I say and take the flowers from him, giving him a quick kiss on the way. I walk over to my table and slide a vase out from underneath. I always keep on there just in case for when a situation like this one arises.
I set the flowers neatly in the pot and sit on the sofa, motioning for David to join me. He does and soon we are nothing but a tangle of arms and legs intertwined and breathing as one.
I don’t know how long later my phone rings. I slowly ease out of his arms and pick up the black devil.
“Hello?” I ask.
“Is this Miss Samantha Crosswood?” asks a firm, male voice.
“Yes it is. How can I help you?” I continue.
“My name is Noah Roberts and I work for a sector of the government called Exploration of Islands and Their Inhabitants. You may not know that a branch of the government like this exists, but I am here to inform you otherwise. We recently made a discovery of… some magnitude and would like you to be a part of the research team. The details are top secret and if you wished to learn them you would have to sign a contract, but we would love to have on as part of our team.”
I sit for several seconds in stunned silence. I don’t know what to say. Exploration of Islands and Their Inhabitants? I’ve never heard of such a thing. I weigh the options in my head and respond:
“I would love to come and learn a little more about this… project… of yours. When can I come in?” I ask.
“How about 3:30 this afternoon?” he asks.
I look at my watch and say, “sounds wonderful. Where?”
“Seventh floor, room 2289. See you then,” and he hangs up before I can say anything else.
“What was that all about?” David asks me.
“I really don’t know. But I do know that at 3:30 I’m going up to the seventh floor.”
David’s eyes widen in surprise. The seventh floor holds all the most important people such as the heads of security and even the Director. I haven’t been up there save for a few times to go to meetings and meet with the Director personally. Having your own office upstairs means that you must be a pretty important person.
It’s around 10:45 now and I figure I had better get that paper done before I go out to lunch. David and I kiss goodbye and I sit down and let the gentle tapping of the rain on my window set my off on the rest of my trip.
I sit and stare out into the torrents of rain dismally. Not five minutes ago there had been sunshine and I was thinking about taking a walk. But now, with all hopes of spending a little bit of my May afternoon dashed, I settle down to write my report.
It is about my recent journey all the way to Vermont to study a possible new dragonfly. Some old, lonely farmer who wanted his five minutes of fame. It had turned out to only be an Ebony Jewelwing, but it was still a good excuse to get out of Washington. The old man had been very friendly and I quite enjoyed his company. The only drawback to the trip was that now I have to write a report on every second I spent there.
I tap my fingers lightly on the keyboard and listen to the patter-patter of the rain on my window. I have a fairly nice office considering how new I am here.
There is a window that lets me see out into some nameless park where people go running by and buying ice-cream everyday. I sometimes go out and get some myself when the weather permits; which is very rare here. The room in which I work is very long and narrow, and it looks even smaller with my large oak desk hogging up most of the visual space. But other than that there are a few chairs on the opposite side, a small sofa, a table with a coffee pot, and a lamp. Not bad for a beginner.
I was appointed head of the Office for Insect Research and Development. That means that I get to know all the Level 5 clearance information on how the government is creating bugs to use instead of soldiers. Right now it’s a bunch of scientists with nothing better to do, but I see potential for the future. I also have to sign a lot of papers letting people go all over the world to look at bugs. Insects is a more appropriate use of language, but it’s all the same to me.
A lot of people hate me because I got this job over them. There are men who have been in this field for over fifty years and they got passed over. I had barely worked in the section for a year when the chose me. I have a couple of theories on that. First, no one wants to listen to a bunch of old guys telling them all about their life every time they come into their office (which I’m sure they would do as I have had personal experience in this particular subject), and the second is simply because of my degree. I have a major in Arthropods and a minor in microbiology. An odd mix, granted, but I manage. Fresh out of college, I know everything new there is to know about bugs, and still remember it all.
The only problem in my high position of power is that everything I do is severely scrutinized and I have to watch everything I do. One mistake and I am out of here. Plus there’s all that money tracking. But I knew that would come with the territory.
I spend a couple minutes writing, then stand up to stretch my legs. It’s roughly ten in the morning, so still early enough to have some coffee. I take the last cup and turn off the machine. I always take my coffee black, mostly because I am too lazy to sweeten it up every time, but also because it wakes me up and makes me feel more alert.
I go back to my desk and sit down, not wanting to do the inevitable job. The almost completely blank pages stares at me as if it’s daring me to put writing it off any longer. I am suppose to turn it in this afternoon to the Director, but that’s not likely to happen.
Director Catch has always been exceptionally nice to me, and every since my promotion (which I believe he had a hand in helping) has been cutting me a lot of slack. I don’t mind, but I know it’s not a good habit to be getting into.
I decide that I wont leave this room until the paper is over.
Just as I star getting into the swing of things and am actually making headway on the essay, I hear a light knocking on my door.
“Come in,” I say and the door swings open. I had it oiled not to long ago because the squeak was beginning to drive me mad.
“Mr. Brown is here to see you. He said it was urgent,” Lillian says. She is my newly appointed secretary. I don’t know how I survived without one for so long. She is my savoir. Without her everything I do would be a mess and I would never get anything done.
I stand and walk over to the door. Mr. Brown happens to be my fiancé. The door closes silently and we press our faces together smiling. David pulls something out from behind his back and I draw back.
“I thought these might brighten your day,” he says and hands me a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
“Aw, sweetheart, that is so nice,” I say and take the flowers from him, giving him a quick kiss on the way. I walk over to my table and slide a vase out from underneath. I always keep on there just in case for when a situation like this one arises.
I set the flowers neatly in the pot and sit on the sofa, motioning for David to join me. He does and soon we are nothing but a tangle of arms and legs intertwined and breathing as one.
I don’t know how long later my phone rings. I slowly ease out of his arms and pick up the black devil.
“Hello?” I ask.
“Is this Miss Samantha Crosswood?” asks a firm, male voice.
“Yes it is. How can I help you?” I continue.
“My name is Noah Roberts and I work for a sector of the government called Exploration of Islands and Their Inhabitants. You may not know that a branch of the government like this exists, but I am here to inform you otherwise. We recently made a discovery of… some magnitude and would like you to be a part of the research team. The details are top secret and if you wished to learn them you would have to sign a contract, but we would love to have on as part of our team.”
I sit for several seconds in stunned silence. I don’t know what to say. Exploration of Islands and Their Inhabitants? I’ve never heard of such a thing. I weigh the options in my head and respond:
“I would love to come and learn a little more about this… project… of yours. When can I come in?” I ask.
“How about 3:30 this afternoon?” he asks.
I look at my watch and say, “sounds wonderful. Where?”
“Seventh floor, room 2289. See you then,” and he hangs up before I can say anything else.
“What was that all about?” David asks me.
“I really don’t know. But I do know that at 3:30 I’m going up to the seventh floor.”
David’s eyes widen in surprise. The seventh floor holds all the most important people such as the heads of security and even the Director. I haven’t been up there save for a few times to go to meetings and meet with the Director personally. Having your own office upstairs means that you must be a pretty important person.
It’s around 10:45 now and I figure I had better get that paper done before I go out to lunch. David and I kiss goodbye and I sit down and let the gentle tapping of the rain on my window set my off on the rest of my trip.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
L.A. Meyer
So I'm reading this series that doesn't really have a name, but we can call it The Adventures of Bloody Jack. I've finished the first one and am onto the second one. I'm actually about halfway through with it. All I have to say is that these books are amazing! I love them! I would suggest to anyone and everyone that they should read them. They are absolutely fantastic. I'll tell you all the names in oder because there are seven. First is Bloody Jack, second is Curse of the Blue Tattoo, third is Under the Jolly Roger, then In the Belly of the Bloodhound, Mississippi Jack, My Bonnie Light Horseman, and last is Rapture of the Deep. I fully intend on reading all of them, plus they are easy reads so I will probably finish them all before the end of the year. I'm using them as my AR points but I have to do a book report because there is no test. That's one thing I'm not going to miss from junior high. Having too get a certain number of AR points. In my opinion it dun be ridiculus. Anyway, back to the books, for anyone who wants a really good read and needs someone to suggest it on Shelfari, I'm your gal :)
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Sophomore Class Presidency paper
This is the paper I wrote for being the sophomore class president.
Josie Drott
Opportunities and Options:
All Natural
You know those people who always seem to take charge of every situation and be the boss? Well, most of the officers seem to fit into that category. We have to be natural born leaders to have everyone in the school look up to us as role models. But even within the group of leaders, there has to be a “captain” that those people follow. You can’t just have a big bunch of people do whatever they want whenever they want to. You have to have system like a hierarchy so that there is order and people know what they need to do. We call it being President of the Sophomore Class.
Everybody has different strengths and weaknesses. In my case, my strength is taking charge of every situation. Whether it is a small ten-minute assignment at the beginning of class or a term project with a group of twenty people, I always find a way to take the lead in the situation. People gravitate towards me because they know that I will do my best to get the assignment done as efficiently as possible; they know that I will help them know exactly what to do. Some people may think that that is just being cocky, but I think that being the best you possibly can and helping others at the same time is a good thing.
But of course, I don’t always get to be the boss. I try my hardest to get the position, but I‘m willing to be a follower as well as a leader. I embrace the leadership of others, and try to see how their way can perhaps be better than mine. Then I help them and pitch in some of my ideas if they haven’t already thought of them.
This makes me a good choice for being the Sophomore Class President. I can take charge of a situation because I am a natural born leader, but I can also be totally chill with someone else leading as long as I get to help. I would love the job, but I will also back whoever has it. It’s in my nature to be happy with any position I get so long as I get to assist with everything.
Josie Drott
Opportunities and Options:
All Natural
You know those people who always seem to take charge of every situation and be the boss? Well, most of the officers seem to fit into that category. We have to be natural born leaders to have everyone in the school look up to us as role models. But even within the group of leaders, there has to be a “captain” that those people follow. You can’t just have a big bunch of people do whatever they want whenever they want to. You have to have system like a hierarchy so that there is order and people know what they need to do. We call it being President of the Sophomore Class.
Everybody has different strengths and weaknesses. In my case, my strength is taking charge of every situation. Whether it is a small ten-minute assignment at the beginning of class or a term project with a group of twenty people, I always find a way to take the lead in the situation. People gravitate towards me because they know that I will do my best to get the assignment done as efficiently as possible; they know that I will help them know exactly what to do. Some people may think that that is just being cocky, but I think that being the best you possibly can and helping others at the same time is a good thing.
But of course, I don’t always get to be the boss. I try my hardest to get the position, but I‘m willing to be a follower as well as a leader. I embrace the leadership of others, and try to see how their way can perhaps be better than mine. Then I help them and pitch in some of my ideas if they haven’t already thought of them.
This makes me a good choice for being the Sophomore Class President. I can take charge of a situation because I am a natural born leader, but I can also be totally chill with someone else leading as long as I get to help. I would love the job, but I will also back whoever has it. It’s in my nature to be happy with any position I get so long as I get to assist with everything.
Hell Yeah!
I MADE OFFICER! YAY! Sorry, my life just seems to be getting better by the second! I am so happy it's like not even funny! You should have seen me when I found out I made it! I was jumping up and down and all that fun stuff! But I can barely remember it now because it was at like five o'clock in the morning... I feel so bad though! Sarah introduced me to the whole idea and I made it and she didn't! I feel like such a jerk! But it's hard to feel bad when you feel good! Kalie (or however you spell her name :S) B. didn't make it either! I feel like a jerk... Anyway, our first assignment is to write a one page report about why we would make a good Class President, so I'm going to do that after I'm all done with this. I have no idea what I'm going to say though. I mean, I already made it in, why does it matter if I'm president?! But on May 7th we're going in for getting measurements for our jackets and we have to have a 100 dollar deposit! But my parents are paying for it so I don't really care! I am so excited! Oh yeah, one more thing. The rack meet on Friday rocked too!
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