As I sit in my cousins house writing this post, I realize that this year I have had huge loses. Starting off the school year my grandmother dies. Then, in February, my sister gets sent to Afghanistan. Now, my grandfather is near death. This time though, I think that h will make it a few months before he actually dies. Personal as this may be, I have a point. When one goes through these hardships, some might think that one would be used to it. I wish I was one.
For Catholics, Lent is a season of repentance. For some, they just give something for 40 days like candy or chocolate, or Doritos until Easter and then they just go right back to do what they used to. Others not only give up that something, but they also reflect on themselves, to see how they could be a better Christian.
The seniors at Judge Memorial Catholic High School had the opportunity to go watch a film at the Sundance film festival. We were watch a documentary called, "Chasing Ice". At first my first impression was, great, we're going to a film about some pictures. I was glad to be proven wrong. The film was really good. There are no words to describe how I felt about the movie. I got so into it, that I didn't want the film to end.
I am the girl that is hanging over the edge of the cliff.
My toes are hanging over the edge, waiting for my
decision. The wind is gently blowing across my face,
my hair crossing in front of my eyes so I can't see the
rough and ravaging waves that stand at the ready to
swallow me up. To some, the ocean is a place of
peace and assurance, not here. No, the ocean is a
place of fear, of depression, of hatred.
I think that this will set me free from all problems.
I am not alone. I am the girl of Tooele, of the upper
West Side. I am my mother's daughter, and my
With this new flow of music, the jazz culture is slowly fading away. It's not just jazz music either, classical is not really reaching out to the younger generations. Our ears have a taste for pop, rock, rap, hip-hop, and any type of techno. Why don't we appreciate the originals anymore? Will classical and jazz music not be here for much longer?
I was reading an article in this week's issue of TIME. The Feature article was called "An Army Apart." [Mark, T. (2011) An Army Apart: The Widening Military-Civilian Gap. Battleland Blogs at Time Magazine/CNN, [blog] 10th November, Available at: http://battleland.blogs.time.com/2011/11/10/an-army-apart-the-widening-m... (Accessed: 19th November 2011).] Intrigued, I read the article. I was amazed at what it said. It said that the general public knows little about what is happening over-seas.
As Veterans day arrives, I look back to all the years past and see how much the Army has shaped my life. Both my parents and my sister have and is still in the Army. Most of my friends don't even know that I lived outside the U.S. or was even born outside the U.S. and when thy find out they are taken by surprise when they find out that both my parents served in the Army. This of course leads to a million other questions on what they do and so forth.
In todays society, make-up is what women use to be seen, to be known, to get attention. Almost all women use make-up today. But what is make-up made of? How is it tested so it is considered safe? These questions ran through my head when I was looking for something to write about. So I decided to investigate via the internet.
To become a musician, one must know how to play an instrument well, know how to blend with other instruments, and keep the beat. You have to keep an eye on the conductor while also looking at your own music. You have to practice more than 30 minutes a day, not including the practices with the entire band. You have to know how to read music; how to count the beat in each measure. All in all, a musician has a fun, tough, and tiring life.