Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Ugg, its readers week and I can't believe how boring it has been so far. But yay me i have dropped around nine pounds. I've been looking over what my grade 12 year will be like and i think that I might like to graduate about 6 monthys earlier, so my mind is pondering every which option, oh well thats just the life of any teenager. Right?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I will not forget
One phone call, thats all it took, to bring my world to a sudden halt. From there my day just seemed to get worse. Whenever I heard my phone ring, my heart stopped, would it be good news or would it just become more complicated. My hands stayed glued to the wheel, I was on a mission, and I wouldn't stop for anything. Slowly I came into view of the hospital, if I could just be there already, I might be spared the pain I felt.
The car stopped, and I raced for the sliding doors. Walking as my heart beat slowly and evenly, I made it to room forty-eight on the fifth floor, looking over at the bed on my right, I saw her, the woman I loved with all my heart. That woman was my, beloved mother. Her hair was white, and her old wrinkled skin, felt like silk to me. As my eyes gazed upon her I thought, how could this be, only yesterday she was getting me ready for my first day of school.
We talked for hours, about anything and everything, but more and more, I saw the shadow of death creep upon my mother. Just as her eyes were closing for the very last time, she pulled a red box fromt the bedside table and handed it to me, and then she was gone. Tears over came me, the man who stood in that room, no longer existed, but in his place stood a young boy looking for his mommy. After a few moments, I decided to open the mysterious box, that was clenched in my hand. I took a deep breath and opened it, what I found inside filled me with dispare and longing.
Lying inside the box was a miniture set of crystal stairs. They were clear and completely smooth, not a mark on them. A sudden memory, that had been locked away long ago, became clear again. It was a memory like no other, I remember sitting in the kitchen, with mom, and she told me that life would not be easy. She kept talking about her life being a set of stairs, and how old and torn they were, she said that its impossible to have a set of crystal stairs because no ones life is ever easy.
As I reflected upon my life, I realized that she had been right, my life had not been easy. The trials I had faced over the years, were never simple, and the worst trial layed before me now, and that was the death of my mother. I knew when my mother had told me those words so long ago, and made it easier for me to understand by talking of stairs. She was in fact preparing me for this day, and that I can do now is pray that she knows, how much those words that she spoke mean to me. Those small crystal stairs are her gift to me, as a reminder of what I can never have, because its impossible to get.
by: Rachel Harris
One phone call, thats all it took, to bring my world to a sudden halt. From there my day just seemed to get worse. Whenever I heard my phone ring, my heart stopped, would it be good news or would it just become more complicated. My hands stayed glued to the wheel, I was on a mission, and I wouldn't stop for anything. Slowly I came into view of the hospital, if I could just be there already, I might be spared the pain I felt.
The car stopped, and I raced for the sliding doors. Walking as my heart beat slowly and evenly, I made it to room forty-eight on the fifth floor, looking over at the bed on my right, I saw her, the woman I loved with all my heart. That woman was my, beloved mother. Her hair was white, and her old wrinkled skin, felt like silk to me. As my eyes gazed upon her I thought, how could this be, only yesterday she was getting me ready for my first day of school.
We talked for hours, about anything and everything, but more and more, I saw the shadow of death creep upon my mother. Just as her eyes were closing for the very last time, she pulled a red box fromt the bedside table and handed it to me, and then she was gone. Tears over came me, the man who stood in that room, no longer existed, but in his place stood a young boy looking for his mommy. After a few moments, I decided to open the mysterious box, that was clenched in my hand. I took a deep breath and opened it, what I found inside filled me with dispare and longing.
Lying inside the box was a miniture set of crystal stairs. They were clear and completely smooth, not a mark on them. A sudden memory, that had been locked away long ago, became clear again. It was a memory like no other, I remember sitting in the kitchen, with mom, and she told me that life would not be easy. She kept talking about her life being a set of stairs, and how old and torn they were, she said that its impossible to have a set of crystal stairs because no ones life is ever easy.
As I reflected upon my life, I realized that she had been right, my life had not been easy. The trials I had faced over the years, were never simple, and the worst trial layed before me now, and that was the death of my mother. I knew when my mother had told me those words so long ago, and made it easier for me to understand by talking of stairs. She was in fact preparing me for this day, and that I can do now is pray that she knows, how much those words that she spoke mean to me. Those small crystal stairs are her gift to me, as a reminder of what I can never have, because its impossible to get.
by: Rachel Harris
Bang, Bang
A single shot rings through the air,
Hey look!
Ol' one shot does it again,
a sudden cheer is heard around,
as all the kids applaud.
The folks who keep on passing by
just stop and shake they're heads.
Another shot rings clear and true.
Hey, look!
He did it again.
The numbers start to pile up,
the bullets keep on ringing.
Asound that seems so deafening
brings joy to all around.
So one last cheer, for Ol' one shot to hear.
By: Rachel Harris
A single shot rings through the air,
Hey look!
Ol' one shot does it again,
a sudden cheer is heard around,
as all the kids applaud.
The folks who keep on passing by
just stop and shake they're heads.
Another shot rings clear and true.
Hey, look!
He did it again.
The numbers start to pile up,
the bullets keep on ringing.
Asound that seems so deafening
brings joy to all around.
So one last cheer, for Ol' one shot to hear.
By: Rachel Harris
Innocence
A path to walk alone,
a story all my own,
the road I travel daily
just never seems to end.
As time comes to a halt,
my life just keeps on going.
The life I lived so long ago,
comes flooding back in pieces.
The days of young Scout are over,
so Jean Louise now takes the reins.
Though ten years ago, I was lost in the joys of this world.
Until that very dreadful day,
when a man completely innocent became;
Convicted,
Controlled,
Confined.
A loss of freedom took place,
all because of his race.
By: Rachel Harris
A path to walk alone,
a story all my own,
the road I travel daily
just never seems to end.
As time comes to a halt,
my life just keeps on going.
The life I lived so long ago,
comes flooding back in pieces.
The days of young Scout are over,
so Jean Louise now takes the reins.
Though ten years ago, I was lost in the joys of this world.
Until that very dreadful day,
when a man completely innocent became;
Convicted,
Controlled,
Confined.
A loss of freedom took place,
all because of his race.
By: Rachel Harris
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Have you ever wondered if you belong or if your even meant to be where you are? Cause that is a question that is constantly in my mind. I also think of how I have a year and a half to figure out all my post- secondary education stuff before I graduate. I want to be many things, such as, a lawyer, a photographer, a cartoonist, a journalist and oh so much more. I want to be something that i will be remebered for and that is what i hope to strive for..... but every now and again i get a gut feeling of doubt, that says AM I GOOD ENOUGH!!
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