Reflection

I graduated high school yesterday. That was exciting...


Reflection - June 20, 2011

I am old now
I look at myself in the mirror and say
You’re too young
You’re too dumb
You can’t graduate today!

There’s more to learn
You need so much time to mature
Look at you
You’re a baby
Too innocent and pure

The big scary world,
Cause it’s out there you know,
It will eat you
Attack you
Give you blow after blow

Grads were grown-up
When I looked as a child
All mature
Had no problems
And were never ever wild

When I look
I’m opposite from what I saw then
Immature
Full of problems
I feel about ten

But here I stand
With a cap and a gown
I’m so nervous
That’s my name
I feel clumsy as a clown

Now it’s done
I’ve got my diploma in hand
Time to go
Room to grow
In this uncharted land

Night Adventure

Procrastination...isn't it great? =D
I think this mouse picture is dreadfully cute...
Result = New Poem

Night Adventure - June 10, 2011

All huddled up in the root of a tree
So cozy and snug, she's as warm as can be

Plenty of food piled high in her nest
Taking a chance with some well deserved rest

The sun dips down lower to hide past the hills
The birds say goodnight with some sweet "Goodnight" trills

She wakes up and decides it's time for a snack
Then she feels eyes boring into her back

An owl swoops down, barely missing her tail
So sacred and surprised, she lets of a wail

Scamper and scamper through the trees in the dark
She stops suddenly when she hears a dog bark

Whoosh, comes the owl, hooting as he goes
Straight is the only safe place that she knows

Quick through a broken-up crack in the wall
The owl gives up, flies away with a call

Well you're safe little mouse, got away for today
Just always be careful outside when you play...

Now I'm Grown

Graduating soon...two weeks tomorrow.

Now I'm Grown - June 2, 2011

Started in kindergarten
Timid and shy
A small little four year old
Refusing to cry

Made myself friends
That are still friends today
We're now taller and wiser
But still know how to play

Heading to grad
Looking back with a sigh
I wonder when it's over
Will I let myself cry?

The thought of grad was exciting
What's changed now I'm grown?
Will my friends move away?
Will I be left alone?

I'll start life as a grown-up
No longer timid or shy
But a young seventeen year old
Refusing to cry







(Okay fine, I probably wasn't very shy or timid on my first day of kindergarten, but I am seriously worrying that I might cry at graduation....)

Undeceived

Wrote this for a long answer question on an English test about authority, nationalism, and/or war.

Undeceived – May 3, 2011

To fight for the country, a marvelous thing
We’re told of the glory, when killings not sin
Defending our people, helping save lives
Killing those killers is right in our eyes

Young ones see glory, heroism, honor
The romance of war, not the guns nor the fire
They’ll come home as heroes, their enemies vanquished
Having fought, having won, gifts will be lavished

But where is the thought, the chance of a loss?
The focus is on one side but never across
When someone wins, then one always loses
Death fights for no side and accepts no excuses

Glory and romance and heroes are gone
Fire and shooting and death now belong
The stories they told us, of winning and honor
Never mentioned the screaming, how dying men holler...

The lies of authority ring in our ears
But to be called a coward...that everyone fears
We continue to fight, we face certain death
But those leaders, we’ll curse them with dying breath

Going in Circles

Going in Circles - April 29, 2011

Why is the last one always yucky?
There’s just one left in the bag
All the rest were fine and dandy
But that last one must be bad

No one wants to drink
The dribbles at the bottom
Something settles; good’s all gone
They’ve made evaporation station

The end is always sad
Even in the best of films
If you enjoyed it, now it’s over
No more, all gone, too bad

When something ends, the universe
Is mostly still intact
The old is gone but new will come
Beginnings need time to start

A first is always scary
Nerve-racking and teeth chatt’ring
But once in the groove
A first is fun, a start, a new beginning

No one would like anything
If they didn’t try it first
If they didn’t start, they wouldn’t know
We’d be stuck there being sad

Chapters end and chapters start
Beginning, end, beginning, end
The cycle of life circles round
Start, finish, start, finish

Insecurity

New Poem written at like midnight last night. that's that time i get my story/poem/etc ideas (between 12-3am cuz, you know, i'm cool like that...)

Insecurity - April 27, 2011

Too tall
Too short
Big nose
Small hands
Squished eyes
Stretched mouth
Big feet
Crooked teeth
Nose job
Tuck job
Too thin
Too fat
Not cool enough
Not popular enough
Not smart enough
Not pretty enough
Ugly
Why can't I look more like her?
Why don't I look the way I want to be?
Why is this the me I have to see?
You messed up God, look at me!
Why aren't I PERFECT?

But wait,

I was made lovingly
Perfectly, hand-crafted
Knit together in my mother's womb
Made to be me
I am how I was made to be
When I insult me, I insult Him
The maker, designer, the perfect creator
I was made in his image and
I Am Beautiful
I don't need to reach the world's standard
They aren't my judge, I shouldn't be theirs'
I was made to be above pretty
Above looks, coolness, and popularity
I was made to be friendly, honest, and kind
Made to be loyal, and a good listener
Maybe I wasn't made to be a model
Maybe I'm a teacher, a doctor, and friend, a mother
I don't have to look like the magazine girls
I was made for a reason
Each uniqueness is there for a purpose
I am made perfectly by His standards
And that's all that matters
I am the me I was made to be.

STOPPED CORECTING SPELING!

Blogs are brilliant. Just saying...

Blogs give you a place to rant, to rave, to have an opinion (even if no one cares0, they give you a place to VENT!
Can you guess what's coming?

I think my teachers are in a gang. All of them. Like in the same gang. Their goal: to destroy my social life.
Now hold up Becky, you say. You have a social life?
Exactly. This is my point!
All my teachers will PILE ON THE HOMEWORK for one week, we have projects, test, assignments, and heaps of homework in every subject imaginable, and then the next week...I'm so bored I read multiple novels, write poetry, and communicate with the living (not that I've ever communicated with the non-living, it's just I'll have been a hermit the week before). I come out of my dark cave of a basement room, blinking confusedly at the sunlight, gasp in delight as I see the snow is gone and run outside without a jacket (only to find that I do live in Winnipeg and wind is cold).
See, no life.

This is one of THOSE weeks. Not the nice lazy oh-sun-exists? weeks, one of the JUST-KILL-ME-NOW-AND-GET-IT-OVER-WITH-I-WON'T-MAKE-IT-THROUGH-THE-WEEK-ANYWAY! weeks.
Ya. Basically.

See I'll give you an example, I have two tests this week, two infront-of-the-class-with-a-powerpoint presentations (one being a 40 minute long one) an massive ELA project due, an ELA book to read, questions to answer on the ELA book, observations to write down on the ELA book, homework in every subject in addition to the above-said insanity, I've been up past midnight every night for the past week and I'm working next Saturday so I can't catch up on sleep then AND I'M BEING MEAN TO MY SIBLINGS!
Though I doubt you're surprised at that last bit.
Hey I'd like to see you be in my place during a JUST-KILL-ME-NOW-AND-GET-IT-OVER-WITH-I-WON'T-MAKE-IT-THROUGH-THE-WEEK-ANYWAY! week. Seriously? Want to trade places for a week? Call me okay, we'll arrange something!

Thankfully next week is a three-day school week so in the possibility of me surviving this week, next week should be easier and with Thursday and Friday off (and I'm not working that Saturday!), I should catch up on some MUCH NEEDED sleep.

I'm using a lot of caps this blog arn't I?
I can't spell iehter. I left those mistakes in after correcting about a million, just to prove to you i can't spell.
Can you tell I'm stressed? I'm not even correcting speling!
Oh deer.

I'd beter go stduy.
Bye.