We must face tomorrow, whatever it may hold, with determination, joy and bravery." -Mr. Edward Magorium
Thursday, September 30, 2010
BEAVERTON VS SOUTHRIDGE
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Tree
Friday, September 24, 2010
Friday!
so, with your extremely amazing, fun, exciting, lovable, happy, miraculous, great, awesome, incredible, fascinating, marvelous, stunning, surprising, unbelievable, wonderful, enjoyable, amusing, boisterous, lively, entertaining, merry, exquisite, pleasing, nice, captivating, splendid, delectable, Friday..what will you do?
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
MOVING OUT AND MOVING IN
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
PLAYING PRINCESS
Monday, September 13, 2010
H&C
At first look, we are the same. We are labeled as twins, the identical kind, exactly alike. Yet as you get to know us, we become different, because we are different, we are not the same. We are the Twinsies, Hannahcarley (as one word), Smith Twins or girls, HC, and The Twinkies. We are Hannah and Carley.
Some may say we are identical, inside and out. But others, those few who really know us, can testify against that. We may look a lot alike, but in reality, we are as alike as the colors blue and yellow. Carley has short (or should I say, shorter) hair, no braces, and loves to play basketball. I, on the other hand, have long hair, braces, and instead of basketball, I love to play soccer. Although we are different, we are still very alike. We both have blue eyes, have a great time with our friends, and love to read. If it weren’t for school, our lives would single-handedly be made up of sports, friends, and books. Yet we cannot deny the inevitable, we go to school. We go 5 days out of a week, 6 hours and 25 minutes every day, 4 classes a day, and do homework (a continuation of school) every night. Sad day, I know. This is another thing we hold in common; we both think school is boring. Carley is a yellow, a bright and excited color. I am a blue, a happy, soothing color. Separate they are simply primary colors, but together, they create green, a secondary color, something new, running deeper and fuller, because together, we become much more.
We all have names. Something we are called. Whether good or bad, we constantly are being labeled. Yet these names are not who we really are, our actions determine who we become. Both Carley and I are students, learners and sisters. We are both sisters in law, soon maybe even aunts. We also all have things we are referred to, each of us has something that we are specified as, either as a name or not. Carley is usually the “loud one” as I am the more “subdued” between the two of us. She can never stop talking or just start making sound quietly. When she talks, it is always loud for everyone to hear, so what she says is never missed. I prefer to hum, making sound that way, expressing my feelings, or talking quietly, my words meant for only the few I was aiming them towards. But because we are all being labeled, constantly, we must act who how we want to be called. To us, having the right name is important, for what we are called is who people see us as, not who we really are. We are different, because she is Carley, and I am Hannah.
Characteristics are what make up who we are. All of us have many of these unique traits. Carley is always loud, bursting of energy, which she gets rid of by her blaring and boisterous actions. She readily accepts anyone who crosses her path, and everyone who does, can feel her passion and love for basketball just radiate off of her. She has the air of being a leader. You can tell just by the way she acts around people, and in turn, how they react when they are near her. I, like her, am full of energy, but I, on the other hand, use it and express it not only through my actions, but through my ideas. I communicate these ideas and thoughts through writing. I spend all of my free time in bed, reading and writing. Or you can see me in the kitchen, creating, baking and cooking something containing chocolate. I, also, have something on which I rely heavily on, something to take out my anger, my hurt, everything that went wrong that day. I rely on soccer. Soccer, to me, is more than a mere sport, it is something I love, something I use to get my out my feelings. We all have, and we all are made up of these traits, they are who we are.
I pause to think what I would be like without Carley. Would I be the loud one, always talking? Would I love basketball, or even play it at all? Would I have my own room? Or what if I wasn’t here? Would she love to bake, not just eat? Would she prefer soccer over basketball? Then I stop, I realize that it doesn’t matter what it might have been, because we are both here now. So now, instead, I wonder what we can do, who we can be. And although we are very alike, we are also different at the same time. And I know, without a doubt, that we are alike, yet not the same, we are close, yet not one. We are Hannah and Carley, a vibrant green.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Books
Thursday, September 9, 2010
BRACES!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I know the picture probably doesn't make sense unless you were in my 7th grade English class. So here, it has to do with this poem I wrote. I wanted to add it to my blog because to me, it is something of a fantasy-don't worry, it's not real!
DAISIES
Surrounded by daises
I begin
He loves me, he loves me not
With the sky so pure
And spring so near
He loves me, he loves me not
With happy laugher echoing across the school grounds
And the bounce of a ball against the pavement
He loves me, he loves me not
One can only hope
Only wish
He loves me, he loves me not
Feeling a gaze like nails-piercing me to the heart
But they’re eyes that are full of wonder-confusion
He loves me, he loves me not
I look up
He is watching me
He loves me, he loves me not
I am sitting on grass, prickly like needles
My bare purple nails are winking with the sun
He loves me, he loves me not
He stands and smiles
My heart feels like it is going to blow away
He loves me, he loves me not
But it is heavy, and stays on the ground
He is walking past me
He loves me, he loves me not
He keeps going-
I am but a fly buzzing on the window
He loves me, he loves me not
Stopping, he bends down on one knee-picking up something
A daisy
He loves me, he loves me not
Now-picking off the petals, one at a time
Smiling at some, wincing at others
He loves me, he loves me not
He is grinning
Holding his daisy like a crown
He loves me, he loves me not
With one petal left on his crown
He glances up at me
He loves me, he loves me not
He is standing-walking
Towards me
He loves me, he loves me not
Pulling me to my feet-our hands are clasped by our sides
He whispers in my ear, picking the last jewel off his crown
She loves me
BLOG
This blog in my mind is somewhere where I can write about my life, things I have done, things I want to do, my dreams and thoughts. I want this blog to be where people can freely comment about anything. This is my first time having a blog, so I would like any advice or ideas you have! Thanks!