memories

Dear Whomever,

Dear Ashleigh,

Last thursday Judge had its Coffee House. An annual tradition in the winter time to bring together underground musicians at Judge and give them time to play some old tunes and even create their own. Connor McCoy played and sang Piano Man for his performance.

Seventh grade was a year full both wonderful, and not so great memories. It was a year full of wonderful new experiences. We were new to BSGE. We had a lot of things that we needed to get used to. I remember feeling so small when I saw the older grades. Especially the seniors because we had lunch with them. Seventh grade was a year full of new oppurtunities, different surroundings, and new friends. Whether they were good friends, or not the type of people I'd hang out with. I have a ton of fun memories this year.

As a seventh grader I had both good and bad memories at BSGE. First, I thing that the two best things about BSGE are the people that I  and the things that I have learned.  I also enjoy PE because we get to go to arrow park and we have time to have fun. I am also looking forward to Field day which probably would be really exciting and it would probably be at the top of my list of best memories at BSGE. At BSGE I really didn't have anything I would have liked to forget. Many of my experiences at BSGE were really fun.

I can't believe you're gone, Odarri. Somewhere in Heaven, up in the clouds. I felt you pat my back last night when I thought of you and started crying. It must have been you and started crying. It must have been you who walked past me when I felt that chill after being so cold. You fought as much as you could but it was time for you to go home. I don't think of your death being a lost battle, but a time for God to carry home His angel.

Here's a voicethread about me. Check it if you so desire.

I can't take this life
Too many pains in my chest
Thought you were the one
But all you caused was stress.
Believed that you loved me
But that was just a lie
So now I turn my head and cry
All the times that we cherished
Was a lot of fun
But my life will soon be done
I'm signing off
With a tear in my eye

I just read a short story "I stand here ironing" by Tillie Olsen and I thought it was an okay story because although it was a nice story and all,but it lacked the wow factor,and it didn't entice me at all.I was actually kind of bored while reading it,so it had a nice story line,just not really my cup of tea.

I am from the morning sun
the light blue sky
from the full shining moon
to the stars at night

I am from the barn that my granpa owned
from the wheats and the crops
I'm from the animals and the grass
the smell of manure
from a mile or a few steps away
I'm from milking the cows
next to all the horses

I just read a poem, "incident, "by Countee Cullen and It made me angry because of how the man called the boy nigger when all the boy did was smile. It just goes to show you how ignorant some people can be. Its Rediculous and absurd that people would impute on other people when they no nothing about them but the color of their skin.