Behind my eyes

This is a poem I wrote a couple years ago at writers camp. This is me, it’s who I am.

I am a lavender Pegasus on a cloudy day unique but quiet

I am shy and yellow like a duckling glowing on a sunny day listening to a harp underwater 

I am a fire rumbling like a chorus of drums shaking a forest of trees

I am riversong protector of the tourqouise bookstore 

“Night” Journal Entry #4

“We were the masters of nature, the masters of the world. We had transcended everything—death, fatigue, our natural needs. We were stronger than cold and hunger, stronger than the guns and the desire to die, doomed and rootless, nothing but numbers, we were the only men on earth.” pg 87

Elie is saying here that they have survived everything but are still doomed to nothingness. That even though they’ve made it through a lot they will never be good enough to amount to anything besides numbers. They are the only men on earth but they aren’t treated like humans.So does anything even matter anymore?

“Night” Journal Entry 3

“Me too, me too…They told me too to stay in the camp.” They had recorded his number without him noticing. What are we going to do? I said anxiously. But it was he who tried to reassure me: It’s not certain yet. there’s still a chance. Today they will do another selection… a decisive one…” Pg 74

Elie’s dad sounds excited at first but i thin he is actually very nervous. He thought he passed selection but he didn’t he has been asked to stay back at camp for another selection the one that will decide who gets to live and who dies. Elie is very nervous and upset he doesn’t want to lose his dad but he knows that he has really aged since coming. Elie is very worried. His dad is trying to convince him everything will be okay even though he himself doesn’t believe it.

“Night” Journal Entry 2

“Behind me, I heard the same man asking: For God’s sake, where is God? And from within me, I heard a voice answer: Where He is? This is where-hanging here from this gallows…”  Page 65

I feel like Elie and the other prisoners just lost all hope. I think they are saying that their God and savior is hanging there dying. They feel like if he dies then there will be no one to save them. It’s kinda like when Jesus was on the cross and people were asking why he doesn’t save himself. The prisoners were seeing this boy who had brightened their days even though he was living in this miserable place just like them. If a young boy could stay positive and survive so could they. 

“Night” Journal Entry #1

“They ordered us to run. We began to run. “Who knew we were so strong?” 

When reading this I thought it had a calming effect. I mean he was struggling but everyone was to, and maybe it was because running is peaceful to me. This stood out to me because I know how it feels when you run, you feel on top of the world like nothing can bring you down. “Who knew we were so strong” Doesn’t everyone wonder that? I mean who knew we could handle everything that life throws at us. I don’t know how else to explain it other than calming and comforting. I feel this passage shows everyone that there is someone that feels the same way you do, and that is comforting.

Bob Ewell’s Side

In English class we finished To Kill A Mockingbird. We were assigned characters that we had to imagine being in their shoes. We then created shoes to represent the character and the multiple side of them.

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Bob’s knife and welfare checks
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The back side of his boots

 

In To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee Atticus tells Scout “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view— until you climb into his skin and walk around in it”. In the story Bob Ewell is considered an overall nasty and cruel person, but I took a look at things from his point of view, I walked around in his shoes. I now understand why he would have acted the way he did.

Bob Ewell is a single father of 8 kids. He is unemployed, drunk and considered lazy. Bob is rough on the outside but on the inside he is really just a stressed and depressed single father. What people don’t see is he tries to be a good father but is stressed. I know he is trying because it talks about him chopping wood (probably to keep his family warm) and poaching wild game (to feed everyone). Bob just isn’t a working man. He is part of a family that has been the disgrace of Maycomb for 3 generations. He is considered white trash by the town and is very racist and sexist. His daughter Mayella accuses a black man (Tom Robinson) of rape after she seduced him. There is a trial and the Ewells win but Bob is still out for revenge because he was embarrassed. Which ultimately leads to his death, when he goes after the Finch kids with a knife and a mystery man (Arthur Radley) turns it around on him.

For my (Bob’s) shoes I started with an old work boot, because he wouldn’t have had new nice shoes. On the shoes I wrote a quote and a symbol that represents fatherhood. I also put a picture of old food stamps to represent he was on welfare. In the shoes I put an alcohol bottle to show he was a drunk and a knife to represent a couple of things. First was that he tried attacking the kids for revenge, and second that he was killed with his own knife.

By climbing into his skin I have started to understand why he was drunk a lot, beat Mayella, and wanted revenge.This assignment has taught me that everyone is more than skin deep, even characters. You just have to look.

The day things changed

1489771279568308148173In grade school I was always the oddball. Most kids loved recess and all the non-structured classes but I was different. I was the kid who would rather be by myself reading then participating in P.E. That’s probably why my P.E teacher and I never got along. I had always been the problem child in that class because I would get tired of getting picked on. I hated that class and teacher in grade school, but everything changed when I hit junior high.

All of my older siblings had run cross country under coach Young which was also my P.E teacher. At first I didn’t want to run but my grandma talked me into it so fall of my 7th grade year came along and I signed up for cross. It ended up being me and two other girls one of I disliked almost more than coach. The season started and I trained my butt off for the first meet.  I crossed the finish line in tears, not because I was hurt but because I was so mentally and physically exhausted. I took 3rd at that race.

On the way home coach told me I did awesome and he was proud of me. I think that is when it really hit me that I was a runner. I had never heard him give anyone a compliment and never really felt like anyone was extremely proud of me.

I have been running ever since. That first year I placed top 5 in every race and I cried after all of them too, because it felt so wonderful to completely exhaust myself. Since then I have placed top 10 at state twice in cross country and top 20 in the 2 mile at state track once.

My coach and I still don’t get along in class and I think that is because of what class it is and not him. I have also learned that he is a completely different person during Cross than he is at school.

I don’t run just for competition though I also run for stress relief or even just for fun. This last summer right before Cross season started I got a knee injury and wasn’t able to run for awhile. I thought maybe I had lost running forever. That scared me I started to wonder if I would ever be able to call myself a runner again. That is when it hit me that I was more upset about the injury making it so I couldn’t run then I was about it hurting my body.

You know you are a runner when you have how many seconds you need to cut off to beat either a personal goal or someone else  written on your mirror so you see it every morning, especially when injured. I did I had “30 seconds” written on my mirror and I woke up to it and cried every morning.

My coach when I became a freshman called me his little experiment, I never understood what he meant by that but I knew it was something good. When I got injured though I was worried that he might start thinking that his experiment had failed and he would give up on it. I was talking to him the other day after practice and he told me he was proud of me that after I got injured he was afraid his experiment had failed but I had just proved him wrong on that, and he was happy I did.

As a runner you are always afraid of injury but you also tell yourself that it could never happen to you, even though it easily could. If you don’t think and worry about injury than I don’t feel you are truly a runner.

Addicted to Running

As a runner I put a lot of stress on my body which makes me more susceptible to injury. I knew this when I started running but once I started I couldn’t stop. Running was my stress reliever it was my life. I had been running for 3 years and never had any injuries . I guess I should have expected it was going to happen sometime but I wasn’t ready for it.

It was just before my sophomore year when it started. I had ran a race and the next day my knee started hurting. I thought maybe it was just out of place so I went to the chiropractor but it just made it worse. I went to multiple doctors (well nurse practitioners) and they ran x-rays and MRI’s but no one knew what was wrong. I got told to rest it for awhile and it should be better then.

I rested for about 3 months and then started up running slowly but as soon as I did it started hurting again. As a runner this was devastating. All of the what ifs started going through my head. I started wondering if this was God telling me that my running career was over. I had worked so hard to get where I was and it was possibly going to be over. I stopped sleeping and got really depressed because I would get up every morning and see 30 seconds written on my mirror. That had been my goal to be 30 seconds faster. It was hard for me to even leave my room and probably the only thing that got me up every morning was knowing that I would get to help teach the 3rd graders and work under one of the best teachers ever.

Some  people don’t understand why I run and I don’t know if I fully do either its like an addiction, I feel like I can’t  live without it. I just know that if I don’t things start getting bad, I’ve started having anxiety attacks and hallucinations because of stress. I didn’t have those when I was running because it was a way for me to relieve my stress. I don’t know if I will ever be back to where I was or ever even run again but I know that if I can’t run then I will feel like I have let my coach down and I will need some other way to relieve my stress.

Stressed Out

The teenage years are so stressful and school doesn’t help. As a teen we get told how we should look, act, and who we should be by society which is stressful enough. Then you add the stress school puts on you with grades, and extra curricular’s. We are expected to manage 7 classes of homework and tests, be in all the different clubs the school offers plus sports practice and games. That sounds like a lot but try adding a job and any clubs outside of the school. This is all stressful and it shows. We have kids not eating cause they feel they don’t have time, kids having anxiety attacks and hallucinating and even kids committing suicide or cutting all because they are so stressed out. Why do we put so much stress on these kids? Is it because we think its going to help them later in life or because we want the school to look good, on standardized tests and sports? It’s not going to help them later in life and it’s not going to make the school look good either. If anything it’s going to ruin their life because they won’t ever believe anything they do is good enough or they might kill themselves and that’s not going to look good on the school. Why don’t we do something so kids aren’t so stressed? Is it because we don’t know what to do? Here are some ideas.

  1. Parents stop expecting your kids to be perfect. They aren’t and they deal with enough without thinking you don’t love them because they can’t be the best.
  2. Stop pressuring them to do everything. If they aren’t athletic don’t try making them be. You can make them try it once but after that let it be their choice.
  3. Schools stop trying to just cram things in kids heads. Not everyone can learn the same way. Try making it fun and not just lecture.Teach them instead of trying to make them memorize stuff. Relate it to their society, if you’re teaching history relate it to now or have them reenact it instead of just memorizing names.
  4. Teachers make yourselves approachable. Be willing to help the kids and express that you are. If you see a kid struggling offer help because sometimes kids are to ashamed or scared to ask for help.
  5. Government get rid of these standardized tests. Do they really even prove anything? some people just aren’t good at tests. Test them in a different way,test them on what they can do not on what they remember.
  6. Teach the kids things they are going to need in life and the real world. Teach them how to manage a checking account, how to make simple healthy meals, or how to change a tire or the oil in a vehicle. Teach them how to land a job or apply for scholarships. This is the stuff they need to know not who the first European monarch was.
  7. Find out what they are interested in career wise and provide them classes to help them reach that. If they are interested in being a doctor or vet give them more science classes than history.

We need to help these kids learn the most they can about whats going on in the world around them so they can keep it going when they are adults but we need to teach them in a way they understand. can’t expect them to memorize things they don’t care about so get them excited to learn about what you’re teaching them. As little kids everyone has that curiosity to learn what something is. We need to bring that back to school. You don’t expect kindergartners to memorize things by lecturing so don’t expect teenagers to either, give them projects and hands on activities.