So I walked into the same classroom; I sat in the same seat. The blinds were already closed. A sigh escaped me as my friend sat down next to me. Our class started with a short film, and Mr. P turned off the lights for better viewing.
Halfway into the film I can predict the ending, so my gaze travels to the window. The blinds were still closed.
But then I noticed something. Yes, the blinds were pulled down, but that did not stop the sunlight from coming into the room. The inch of space above, below, and to the right and left of the blinds left enough room for a noticable amount of light to shine through.
My new tatic: not to focus on the words I say; focus on my actions and my attitude when I speak up. Shine so brightly that words won't be needed.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
so this is what happens when you ask for hard things
I stare out the window; the sky is clear but a beautiful blue. A squirrel balancing on a rooftop wiggles its tail as it tries not to fall. I see the wind playing with the trees as they sway back and forth.
The bell rings that signifies the beginning of class, but I don't turn to look at the teacher; he hasn't arrived yet. My head is still turned toward the window, not wanting to go back inside. I hear the door click behind me as the teacher walks in. He gets settled at his desk and then pulls up the projector for a movie (sorry, "film") that we are going to watch.
I still don't move my head; I long to be outside, to be anywhere but in this cramped classroom. I pretend to feel the breeze on my skin as the teacher walks to the front of the room.
During our discussions, I usually give in and take a glace out the window; it would be much nicer to be outside. But today it is unfortunate. He comes over to the window and pulls down the blinds. I am trapped in this close-minded, cold-hearted, white-walled class, and I cannot even look out the window. I guess I would have had to join in the discussions sooner or later.
Only, everytime I want to speak up about what I think is right, I know my teacher will have an answer to everything.
The bell rings that signifies the beginning of class, but I don't turn to look at the teacher; he hasn't arrived yet. My head is still turned toward the window, not wanting to go back inside. I hear the door click behind me as the teacher walks in. He gets settled at his desk and then pulls up the projector for a movie (sorry, "film") that we are going to watch.
I still don't move my head; I long to be outside, to be anywhere but in this cramped classroom. I pretend to feel the breeze on my skin as the teacher walks to the front of the room.
During our discussions, I usually give in and take a glace out the window; it would be much nicer to be outside. But today it is unfortunate. He comes over to the window and pulls down the blinds. I am trapped in this close-minded, cold-hearted, white-walled class, and I cannot even look out the window. I guess I would have had to join in the discussions sooner or later.
Only, everytime I want to speak up about what I think is right, I know my teacher will have an answer to everything.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
why I smile
because pressed flowers are gorgeous
because homemade paper is fun to write on
because jazz is cooler when it's more than just drums
because rain that falls lightly isn't annoying
because the hot months are past us
because my college entrance essay is almost complete
because my desk is clean
because he ran after her
because I could fly
because I found a liking to good '80s music
because my grandparents came over
because the guy's golf team had to caddy for the girl's golf team
because my dad likes to play the music really, really loud
because homemade paper is fun to write on
because jazz is cooler when it's more than just drums
because rain that falls lightly isn't annoying
because the hot months are past us
because my college entrance essay is almost complete
because my desk is clean
because he ran after her
because I could fly
because I found a liking to good '80s music
because my grandparents came over
because the guy's golf team had to caddy for the girl's golf team
because my dad likes to play the music really, really loud
Saturday, September 4, 2010
even if I fall
I may pass through the waters,
But one thing I know,
You are with me.
I may walk through the fire,
But one thing I know,
You are with me.
And though my way seems uncertain,
In You I will put my trust.
-Ladies-
Even if I fall I'll rise again,
For You are my God,
Even I fall You'll lift me up
-Men-
When You're with me,
I will rise up,
When You lift me up
I may go through some trials,
But I will not fear,
For You are with me.
And I will go to the mountain,
And I will press on,
For You are with me.
And though my way seems uncertain,
In You I will put my trust.
-Ladies-
Even if I fall I'll rise again,
For You are my God,
Even I fall You'll lift me up
-Men-
When You're with me,
I will rise up,
When You lift me up
And though my way seems uncertain,
In You I will put my trust.
-Ladies-
Even if I fall I'll rise again,
For You are my God,
Even I fall You'll lift me up
-Men-
When You're with me,
I will rise up,
When You lift me up
When You're with me,
I will rise up,
When You lift me up.
But one thing I know,
You are with me.
I may walk through the fire,
But one thing I know,
You are with me.
And though my way seems uncertain,
In You I will put my trust.
-Ladies-
Even if I fall I'll rise again,
For You are my God,
Even I fall You'll lift me up
-Men-
When You're with me,
I will rise up,
When You lift me up
I may go through some trials,
But I will not fear,
For You are with me.
And I will go to the mountain,
And I will press on,
For You are with me.
And though my way seems uncertain,
In You I will put my trust.
-Ladies-
Even if I fall I'll rise again,
For You are my God,
Even I fall You'll lift me up
-Men-
When You're with me,
I will rise up,
When You lift me up
And though my way seems uncertain,
In You I will put my trust.
-Ladies-
Even if I fall I'll rise again,
For You are my God,
Even I fall You'll lift me up
-Men-
When You're with me,
I will rise up,
When You lift me up
When You're with me,
I will rise up,
When You lift me up.
-Mike Cowart & Michelle Valley
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
day one
*note: my time zone crisis has been solved thanks to my cousin:) end note*
28 days. Or maybe the whole month of September. We haven't decided which, yet. But however long we choose to go without facebook, I'm sure it will be harder than I think it will be. Right now, I'm having no problem without it. But it is only Day One.
Robbie and Kay, two of my numerous cousins, are doing this with me. I'd like to take credit, but this will be Kay's second time doing the 28-day challenge. Robbie tagged along second, so I guess I'm the least to be credited. But I don't really care, I'm actually excited to see facebook taken from me! This will prove wheter or not I have a dependent problem on facebook . I always said that I didn't, but I assume I had no right to because I never had it taken away.
My hope is to find better things to spend my time on, and manage my time more efficiently. Perhaps read, write, or do some extra studying. Or maybe something else that just comes up. We are planning on doing something together, but haven't decided on what that is, yet. This might also improve my skills in communication by other means. Because, I just hate talking to people I barely know on the phone.
28 days. Or maybe the whole month of September. We haven't decided which, yet. But however long we choose to go without facebook, I'm sure it will be harder than I think it will be. Right now, I'm having no problem without it. But it is only Day One.
Robbie and Kay, two of my numerous cousins, are doing this with me. I'd like to take credit, but this will be Kay's second time doing the 28-day challenge. Robbie tagged along second, so I guess I'm the least to be credited. But I don't really care, I'm actually excited to see facebook taken from me! This will prove wheter or not I have a dependent problem on facebook . I always said that I didn't, but I assume I had no right to because I never had it taken away.
My hope is to find better things to spend my time on, and manage my time more efficiently. Perhaps read, write, or do some extra studying. Or maybe something else that just comes up. We are planning on doing something together, but haven't decided on what that is, yet. This might also improve my skills in communication by other means. Because, I just hate talking to people I barely know on the phone.
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