Sleepy...

I'm getting really sleepy now. Exhausted from the day of Halloween, and we still have to go trick or treating tonight! I can't think of anything else to write about, and class is almost over. My costume that I'm wearing is a little bit cold, which is ironic because I'm dressing up as fire and my best friend is ice.

The Biggest Footprint Of Them All: Part 2

People just kept on growing. Their feet were getting so large that the ground would sometimes shake a little bit. A midget was 9 feet tall. Toxins wasn't getting any bigger at all. Some people were so tall that their heads got sunburned everyday by the scorching sun which was barely protected with only a very very thin ozone layer. The newest generation had never breathed fresh, unpoluted air.

Hailie and her family were one of the taller beings in Toxins. Hailie, now 17, was actually much taller than her parents, driving wherever she wanted. She was one of the people whose heads were being burnt. Soon enough, more and more people were becoming like Haley and her family.

It was getting so bad that people barely had enough room to walk around in their streets. Everywhere you went, you saw giants. It was a sick, unhealthy world. The problem was getting so bad, the Toxins government had to take action immediately. They tried everything to shrink people, but nothing worked in the lab tests. There was no other choice but to evacuate the world.

To be continued...

One, Two, Eyes on...You

You get up on stage

ballet shoes

pink tights

lovely ballet leotard

the music begins

starting with a fierce beat

almost as loud as your heart

beating

th-thump, th-thump

breathe

everyone is watching you

now you can't say

"everyone is watching me mess up"

you say

"everyone is watching me dance"

you start

gracefull

dancing with the energy

of your nerves

it's just like practice

you tell yourself

It's your time to shine

A Day With Clare

Escape to Starbucks
CVS, get ring ring pops
Hubba Bubba gum
retreat to the Hobo Hut
gum sticks to my braces
talks are addicting
Key School,
patrol camp,
hebrew school
we talk about everything
over salty and sweet
treats
A day with Clare


This was writen in a class prompt having to do with food...

The Biggest Footprint Of Them All: Part 1

A little introduction: This story takes place in a world much like our own. It is run by creatures like ourselves, starting out small. But the more carbon dioxide they emit into the air, the bigger they grow.

It is another hot, sunny day in Toxins, the filthiest, most gas consuming world of them all. An urban family had another breakthrough. Mr. and Mrs. Allen Willington just had a baby. Martha, the mom, gave birth early that morning to her first child, Hailie Brianna Willington. She was a cute little baby, a little plump with golden green eyes. The parents of the baby, Allen and Martha, were really tall, just like many of the other people in Toxins.

Little Hailie grew into a toddler. She was getting bigger and bigger, growing every time her parents drove the car, used diesel fuel, or stayed at home and watched TV all day. This wasn't a good experience for little Hailie. She was supposed to be a little kid, running around and going on nice long walks along the creek that they had nearby. Martha and Allen were growing at a rapid pace as well. But they were quite normal compared to some of the other people in Toxins. This was happening to everyone. People were being careless, doing what they pleased, not thinking about the consequences of their actions.

People's feet began to sprout up as well.
It wasn't just a normal footprint, it was showing their carbon footprints. People at Toxins began to see Farmer's Markets less and less, and more McDonalds and Wendy's. If you went to the local creek, beer and soda cans were left on the trails, and the water was shining and shimmering when the oil in the water caught a glimpse of the piercing rays of the sun.

While some people began to realize that they hadn't seen a drop of snow in a while, nobody did much. They thought that they had other priorities, they didn't need to bother with this. It was probably Toxin's natural cycle, nothing to worry about. Although, these people were wondering why everyone was getting so tall....

To be continued

FALLing...in Love with Autumn

Fall is here! The leaves are starting to change color and fall. I like to walk through a pile of leaves and hear the "crunch crunch" under my feet. It's getting cooler and now I can wear all of my fuzzy, comfortable sweaters. We are getting rain less and less and more clear skies. I heard over the radio and in the newspaper that this winter that is coming up is going to be one of the coldest and the wettest. I'm really excited, because that means snow! It would be nice if we had an actual snow day this year, not like a rain/ice/slush/disgustingness day like last year. I would love to go sledding and play in the snow with my friends. But right now I'm just enjoying the fantastic weather we have now.

A New, Crafty Idea

I know some of you guys out there think that your phone is ugly or has a bad color, and you can't get a new phone. I have an idea. I have been painting my phone with nail polish for a while now. It's really simple. If you have a nailpolish color that you really like, just paint it. If you don't have any nail polish, you can get them for $1-$3 at a CVS or something. If you don't really want it another color, you can just paint your cell phone with glitter polish, which is just clear with sparkles added to it. My phone right now is a pretty purple color and I added two kinds of glitter sparkles. You can just repaint your phone at any time if you get tired of it, for something new. It may smell like nail polish for a little while, but eventually the smell will go away. This is a new, crafty, resourceful, and cheap way to give your cell phone a little makeover.

The Ugly Side of Rhythmic Gymnastics

Recently, while I was searching videos on YouTube, I came across some videos of Rhythmic Gymnastics. I thought it was a beautiful sport. These girls were really strong, flexible, and talented. I followed some links on the side to other videos. Eventually I came across videos entitled "The Pain of Rhythmic Gymnastics" and "Little Chinese Gymnasts" or something of the sort. These were a little depressing to watch. Tiny, tiny children were being put through excruciatingly painful streches and being yelled at and slapped by their coaches. They were forced to do routines over and over again until they got them perfect. Some of the children's muscle strength was better than mine, but they were holding on for dear life, scared and afraid of what would happen if they didn't. I thought to myself, this isn't a beautiful sport anymore, it's child abuse. Of course I know that not all coaches are like this, there are many supportive and talented tutors out there. Little kids shouldn't have to be put throught this torture, just so that they can eventually go in the Olympics and earn a metal. I doubt that by the age of 34 they can walk! I never new that there was such an ugly side to such a beautiful sport.

Rosa

One day I was getting a hot chocolate from Starbucks when I noticed a lady walk in. She was dressed a little older but looked like a humble African American lady. She got her latte and sat down next to me in those big, soft chairs they have. I decided to say hi, and to have a chat. She said her name was Rosa, and we shook hands.
"Ah, isn't this such a nice place, such a nice year to live in, actually," said Rosa.
"Yes, I feel very fortunate," I replied.
"I find it amazing that men and women of different races are in the same store, sipping from the same style cups. It's great how we are all equal, not like the past."
"It is, and this is all because of great people standing up and voicing their opinions to make a change for the better," I stated.
Rosa had a little smile on her lovely face and softly said "Yes, isn't it wonderful." She started getting up from her chair. "Well, I have to get going. Nice talking to you." And then she was off.
As she was leaving, I thought there was different about her, like I had seen her in history, familiar. I shrugged it off and continued sipping my drink.

When Life Gives You Lemons...

Do you all know that saying "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade?" Sometimes, it just doesn't make sense to me. When I ask about it, I always get the same, vague answer. "Well, it means when something useless or sour comes into your life, you have to make the best out of it." I kind of get that, but it's a lot harder than it seems. Let's say you get a bad grade on a test (the lemons). Now how are you supposed to make the best of out of that bad situation? Take it as a learning experience to do study harder? Learn to face the disappointment and do extra credit to make it up? That doesn't sound like sweet lemonade to me. It actually sounds like the lemons, only when you were trying to cut them up to make your lemonade, you cut your hand and the stinging citrus juice got in the cut. Now you have a burning sensation mixed with blood on your hand and a few halfway cut up lemons to deal with.

To girls, about guys

I understand, they can just take your heart and then rip it apart. They can make you to believe something that isn't true. They can just lie to your face. But when this happens, there is something you all should know. You will get over it. You may not think so at the time, but it's true. You will find the perfect one someday, and the perfect one will like you as well and treat you right. But in the meanwhile, your friends will always be there to support you. I know for some of you, you like a guy but one of your best friends also likes him. Your crush only likes your friend. You may feel really bad at the time but remember, one of you eventually won't like that guy anymore. Also, girls, ask yourself this question; Who will last longer, a middle school boyfriend or a true friend?

Running Late (poem/rap)

great
I'm running late
running to my fate
no time to waste
no time to taste
the rainbow
the seconds go
by
need wings to fly
no smelling flowers
I need superpowers
maybe this rhyme
will get me there in time
wait, what is today
you said its Saturday?

That Girl

I saw her at the mall one day
she caught my eye
she was drop dead gorgeous
I wish I was her at times
she looks so relatable
that soft expression on her face
those sparkling blue eyes
that auburn hair
framing her face
with waves
like those of the ocean
I am so jealous
her natural beauty shines through anything
she's not wearing any makeup
it seems like she's perfect
without trying
when she laughs with her friends
she relveals a mouth full of shiny pearls
perfectly placed
it makes me wonder
"Why don't I look like that?"
"Why can't I be her?"
she seems so confident
without being cocky
nothing is fake about her
she was just...
beautiful

Missing School

I really don't like missing school. It gets you behind in some of your classes and before you know it, you have all of these assignments you need to catch up on. Even if you happen to get the assignments through blackboard or friends, or letting your teachers know in advance and they give you the assignments, it's still hard to do them because you learn the material that you needed to know to do the assignments in class that day, and you obviously weren't there that day. A lot of times people miss school for good reasons, and they don't have a lot of time to do the work needed. For example, yesterday was the Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. On that day, there is a good amount of serivices to go to, and it is a fasting day. I found it really hard to make up work when all I could think about was food and I was lightheaded and lacking energy as well. I decided to take a break and I had to cram all my work in after the break-fast, when I had something to eat. Some teachers give you an extra day to make up work, but I don't think that's enough. I believe that teachers should give you an extra two days.

Those Were the Days

Do you remember?
when we were little
about 6 years old
nothing really mattered
nobody really cared
that I was a girl
and you were a boy
we never thought
it made a difference
we played with my Barbies
we played with your toy dinosaurs
overalls, jeans, and T shirts
we wore almost the same clothes
nothing was ever awkward
but now I almost never see you
when you have friends with you
or I have friends with me
people look if we start playing together
but at least I know
you're still my best friend
when nobody is staring at us
playing with my knitting kit
and your baseball cards
and we just talk to each other
that's when it isn't awkward

It's Pronounced Nuclear

To Sarah Palin and George Bush; it's not that hard. nu-clee-are. Not nucular. Yesterday night I was watching the Vice Presidential Debate and I heard Sarah Palin pronouce it like nucular for every single time she said it. Some time ago I also heard President George Bush pronounce it like that as well. It must be some Republican thing...

Politics are In Style

I think that it's semi-important for politicians, especially presidential and VP candidates to look nice. I've been noticing how Senator Barack Obama has been dressing nicely in tailored suits and showing his country's spirit with his signature American flag pin. It was a very professional look that I would like to see the president of the United States of America dress in. When I was reading the news I saw an article of Sarah Palin wearing red peep-toe pumps to her acceptance speech. I thought it was kind of cool seeing her in something other than a boring pair of shoes. While I like Sarah Palin's sense of shoes, there is something that just really bugs me about her. That stupid hair updo just really annoys me. I think it ages her and I see it in almost every picture of her. Something like half up would suit her better in my opinion. I understand that politicians want people to focus on their words and ideas instead of being distracted by their clothes. But if you look completely drab, some people may not take you seriously.