Alexis Torres 8th Period

She walked down the street

tripping on people’s need to use her

The girl would get back up

Only to be greeted by a gravelly insult

once again

She remains oblivious to the cruel reality that manages to avoid being seen

But men could see her

along with her tattoos of abuse

They've seen her shimmering star of hope

and had it blacked out for their entertainment

They took the liberty of dragging her calls for help across the shameful street

and into the busy road

While some watched her helpless form in the middle of chaos

Her vision was damaged in the ongoing traffic

she didn't even know they were reciting the definition of hate

with every slap of the face to her gender

Laying there silently, starring at the dark ceiling. The footsteps dying out in the long pictureless hallway. Your body trying to deal with the mystifying feeling, life, that one question always on our mind. After this we only have the wondrous memories that occupy our minds. The unforgiving grudges that darken our souls, and the genuine love that filled mankind. Our goals, ambitions, and dreams, equality with those around us, understanding their purpose, our purpose. Trying to appreciate our life and its meaning.

-Martha Guziak

Sent from my Verizon Wireless 4G LTE smartphone

Cesar Zuniga Period 07

Take a Look Around 06-03-13

Covering the windows are tattered curtains

Take a step inside, and see the rotten doors

There is no food, of that I'm certain

Take a step around, and hear the creaking floors

Onto the highway and the busy street

There are some people that are begging for money

People drive away without skipping a beat

It's an unpleasant, solemn sight to see

Food is the only thing on the mind

These thoughts are wondering, "When will I die?"

Imagining and planning in the mind

I go to sleep and tell these thoughts goodbye

The flame is flickering, trying its best

It's slowly giving out, fading away

The flame is dying out, it needs to rest

But the flame has died out for the rest of my day

Fear of the Line

Taking a risk in the night, like an owl chasing their prey.
Steadily and quickly your feet moving across the ground.
Your destination you have always been looking for, you have now found.
Your being on watch like heartless criminals on house arrest.
Eyes of the police are like millions.
Your anxiety rate has rose to boiling point.
Just one more little step, one more filled fear move.
The land of opportunities you heard, but it was a little blurred.
You made it, things should be better now.
Don't forget where you came from, though, and your heritage that you bring with you.
Your homeland is just across the fearful line, but trust me it will be fine.

Miguel Hernandez                                                                                 February 27, 2014

 

 

Question Everything

 

 

 

The world lives to get rid of all natural dreams.

Forced invasion in war, inspires shooting.

Impact the soul to save the greatest monster.

The big idea of life as kings.

I shot your long horrifying glory. 

We're nature's predators protecting memories.

OBEY IT.

Our job as people is to question everything.

Society is polluting our minds.

Leading to our great destruction. 

Blerina Syla

School, a place we're required to go to by law until the age of 16. It pisses me off so much. As if the people around me aren't annoying enough, I have to deal with rude teachers that care more about what I wear rather than my education. Teachers bringing their personal problems into the classroom and letting it out on students. I don't complain when I'm assigned a ton of homework and I have to stay up late to finish it, so why do you complain about staying up late to grade it? You're the one assigning it. Because 7 hours of school isn't enough, we're assigned 2 hours of homework. Weekends are supposed to be spent out with friends and family, but some teachers just love to assign homework to stress us out even more. My parents want me to do good in school but it's not the same as it was for them. I have no motivation to try hard, I just do what needs to be done to get a completion grade, I don't care if it's crappy or not. School was fun when I didn't have to worry about the idiots around me, annoying teachers, and learning pointless stuff that won't help me at all later in life. Why aren't we learning things like how to fill out college and job applications, or being financially stable? When am I ever going to need to know the circumference of a circle, of the slope of x?

Miriam Larios

Damn it. I'm ten minutes late to this birthday party and I'm pretty sure the kids' parents are going to yell at me. Anyways, the next couple hours are going to suck. I'll have to be in a room full of ungrateful brats. I am going to be forced to wear paint that burns my face, an itchy wig, a bright, red nose that pinches my actual one, and these giant gorilla shoes that trip me with every step I take. I'll have to stand in the middle of the room while these little kids with slimy boogers will try to hug me. If I don't hug them back, they will end up biting or kicking me. Then I'll get to spend about ten minutes blowing up a balloon animal like an alligator, bear, cat, dog, elephant, fish, giraffe, horse, iguana, jaguar, kangaroo, lion, monkey, nurse shark, octopus, penguin, quail, rhino, snake, turtle, unicorn, vulture, whale, x-ray tetra, yak, and zebra only to have it popped a couple of seconds later by a kid. They will go crying to their parents and I'll end up leaving with cake in my face and twenty dollars. 

Serinna Calderon

Blue Eyed, Green Eyed

The green eyed girl combed her long and bony fingers threw the blue eyed girl’s hair gently

Blue eyes let out a sigh, resting her head on the other’s lap.

“This isn’t your fault,” Green eyed says

“People don’t realize that their words hurt

Like a dislocated shoulder, like a broken wrist.”

Green eyes kisses her forehead gently and sighed.

“I feel like I couldn’t even walk by a store without people staring.

Why are they sitting there, caring about what we do with our lives?

When are they going to open their eyes and look at both sides?” Blue eyes inquired, feeling flustered and upset

“Trust me, if life was a cassette, I would surely rewind and make things right.”

The blue eyes teared up, frowning

They peered up at the fluorescent lights

The color in her eyes began to pulse, little dots of white began to blend in

“Baby, listen to me.” the green eyes pleaded.

“You’ve got to see

You have me

Their words don’t matter.

Don’t allow yourself to shatter

They fear what they don’t know.

We are different, but that does not make us public enemy number one.”

“What didn’t kill me didn’t make me stronger at all..” the blue eyes cried, tears falling like little raindrops from the tip of your thumb in the shower

“We have each other, that’s all that matters,” green eyes said quietly

Kissing blue eyes softly on the lips.

The white slowly faded and blue eyes closed her eyes

The thought of them being together forever just made the other smile against their joint lips

They would both be okay together

forever..

Jacky Chung 8th Period

What it means to be lazy is to be patient.
I understand that being late is not fine, but sometimes everyone needs a break.
While I know it's wrong for me to do my homework or arriving to my class late,
I find it appalling that it's better to not rush life.
See what it is as events happening around you, gives me insight of
details not noticed.
Every alarm that awakens me is quickly shut off. It's the few minutes
of not wanting to
get up that starts my day because it's so cold. So before I get ready
for school in a matter of within rushing to the bus in ten minutes,
I'm able to perceive sounds that are annoying such as my neighbor's
dog barking, car engines starting up, and wind howling. Yet they
always end up in the same time, 5:40, but always in different rhythm.
The way I see it, it's a chain of events, the wind causes the quick
sounds and disturbs my rest and the dog barks at the engine disturbing
his sleep. That's how I know I can't really hate my neighbor's dog
each day is because we share the same hatred of annoying sounds.

Thunderstorms

I never understood why I had such a fear
It was only a little rain, and some loud thuds
The screeching of the thunder ran chills up my back,
The thunder sounded like an angry lions growl

The sound of raindrops hitting the window
The sound of the loud thunder
And the sizzling of the lightening
Kept me awake in the dark night

I never understood why,
As the nights grew longer,
I hid under the covers and hoped it would be gone soon
And then sooner or later

The skies cleared up,
The droplets hitting the window soon stopped,
And the flashing stopped too,
I thought to myself,
Finally I got to get a goodnights sleep.

Juan Quiroz Blog

natalia turza 2nd period

Best friend.

The summer you went away,

I thought I'd be a stray.

Staying up late wishing to see your face

That pretty wavy hair,

You'd think I'd see it everywhere.

In the night sky

in the ray of sunlight

through the blinds

Your smile so sweet, 

brightly shining like a light bulb

It fills up the room like you fill up my heart

A crooked smile lies upon your face

It resembled that you move at your own pace

Lost in space,

I'll always see your face.

The Struggle of confident.

I don't the difference between you and me,

it's like a flower who's also a tree.

We're both humans, can't you see?

This poem was meant for you and me.

You say you can't cry because you're a man,

but you're just burying those emotions under the sand.

They say I'm always suppose to look pretty and be looked at, 

but maybe I'm just not into all that.

Men rape women and they think it's okay,

to use violence and abuse in this way.

But is this a women's issue at all?

Is that why we can't stand tall?

Men also get raped and abused,

but we don't realize it until they're used.

Now, is this really what's happening in this world?

Women thought to be doing the cooking,

while men enjoying working on their cars.

That women are meant to be the damsel in distress,

while men the hero and success.

I'm sick of all these definitions,

it's time to change these conditions.

Joanna Czopek

She's the girl with the swollen eyes, slit wrist, messy hair, and messier mind. 

Her thoughts unravel at night and stay still by day.

She’s not the girl I saw two years ago, 

She was so happy and full of life, nothing or anyone could bring her down.

She’s now dull and stoic, her life has been going downhill.  

She just stares blankly as she watches her life crash right before her own eyes like a collision of stars 

This girl didn't think that someone would go so far to destroy her family, that some people were going to talk without knowing what shes going trough, that she is always going to be peoples second choice and she’ll always be put to the side. 

And Goddamn, now shes thinking, “If I cut a little deeper, the pain will go away”

But the thing about pain is that it never goes away, it wants to be felt. 

It needs to be felt.

So she builds up walls so she won’t hurt anyone that gets too close to her.

She believes she’s like fire, it’s fine to admire from afar but if you get to close you’ll burn.

She’ll explode like a grenade that’ll shatter you into pieces,

She’ll demolish you like how people destroyed her inside and out.

And the most sickening thing about this girl is that she’s staring at me through the mirror of an empty bathroom with blood running down her wrist, her mascara smudged, and an impassive expression on her face, asking “What kind of monster have I become?” 

A student from Period 2 

About three years ago, I joined a basketball league at Delasalle during the summer of 2011. At the time I had been playing basketball for about seven years and I really wanted to become a much better basketball player. So the first day of training came and I was actually pretty nervous because I heard from a lot of my friends that the coach made them train like their life depended on it. So that wanted to make me want to take a dump in my pants right from the start. As I entered the gym I saw many kids getting their equipment together. The first day was one of the hardest days of my life. It was not what I expected it to be. The coach just right away called us and told us to grab a ball and start doing drills with it at a really fast pace. Just the drills with the ball got me so sweaty. After that coach White told us to grab a jump rope and jump as fast as we can for a good ten minutes. By this time I was extremely exhausted and I just wanted to leave and it wasn't even the first hour. After the jump ropes the coach had us split into three groups to do drills in which whoever ends up with the ball the last in each of the groups had to make a lay-up and if we missed we had to do twenty push ups. I was so scared because when I saw the first group go, they did all these turns and passes with the ball. And the worst part was that if one person in your group messes up, the whole group has to sprint a long lap. So at this point I was already pooping bricks. So it's my groups turn and I have no idea what to do. Coach White yells "GO!" and I'm just trying to do what the other guys are doing. Then one of my teammates passes me the ball and as soon as he passes it to me I pass it to the other guy but it turned out I had to make the lay-up. So my group had to run a lap because of me. I felt like crap. Finally after five times of  doing the same thing, we did exercises which were a lot better than what we were doing before. Although these exercises just caused pain all over my body. At the end of practice I was just lying face first on the floor along with everyone else. To be completely honest, the work outs I did in the basketball league made my currents coaches' workout seem like a walk in the park. They're still hard though. 

My Poem. by Leslie Meza

My poem is mine.

My poem makes me feel free because it's mine.

My poem makes me feel myself.

My poem brings me happiness.

It is like a bird,

When it out in the blue sky, flying freely.

It is like a dog,

When it is off it's leash and runs away so freely.

I would stop anyone,

Just to show them my poem.

Because it makes me feel free.

Because it is MY poem.

Nancy Susano Period:8

Id like to think God held the lifeline a bit longer for me to catch one more breath, one more opportunity, one more time. Because once you've been dead for three minutes, the only thing that can you bring back, is a miracle. I never saw that white beaming light that everybody talks about. The last thing I remembered was my mother kneeling beside me, and my father clasping his mouth with his hands, so I couldn't hear him weeping. I guess that's a cancel perk, you never know if you get to inhale one more breath that keeps you alive, or whether your heart calls it quits instantaneously. My body greatly despises chemotherapy treatments. It strains the life out of me, literally, it leaves these lingering feeling I can't explain. Besides that it also leaves me nauseous and dizzy. To the point that I see a three headed nurse checking the big contraption that I am connected to. While all this is happening, many charity organizations keep trying to stuff a free wig down my throat. They surely have good timing, but fake hair doesn't compare to real hair. I missed the thickness and length of my hair, now I was lucky to have three strands of hair growing in the middle of my scalp. I decided to chop my hair off once my doctor gave me my diagnosis. I couldn't bare on how depressing it would of felt to watch myself go bald at 17, the magic of radiation. My big head and dumbo ears made me insecure, but none of the other patients really cared because they looked the same. I tried not getting too attached to people like me, because we were bartering with god, we gave him our hair, existence, patience, and motivation

in return for a longer life span. But soon enough our exchange will stop and our hearts will no longer pump blood through the course of our body. How can I be sure that an afterlife really exist? All I know is cancer, because I am the side effect of cancer. I am not certain what tomorrow might bring, all that is certain is that I will not dwell on cancer. I don't want your pity, and I sure as hell can tell you I never will. I want to put this in my past and love the tiny strands of hair that is begging to grow since last years, last radiation treatment.

Forgive me by Yulissa Cuevas

They’re my friend

“WHAT’S WRONG?!”

They always see things out of place

“COME ON, PLEASE TALK TO ME!”

But they can’t seem to comprehend

“WHAT DID I DO?!”

That whatever they see, there’s no trace

“WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?”
Their mood changes

like a switch was turned on

“T-tell what’s w-wrong… please.”

They see what I cannot

Happiness

Sadness

They seen it all

Just like someone with a past

They seen it all

“PL-PLEASE!!”

Now they see me as an enemy

“....wh-what did I do? TELL ME!”

“BANG” I couldn’t move

They’re crying

They are trying to wash the blood, which they cannot remove

But I’m dying

I’m not  lying

I just want  to say

“I forgive you”

Damian Szczurek p. 8 Story.

So there's this guy who was very good at playing this sport, he played for a not so good team well he carried his team to the championships. The day before the championships while he was driving back home a drunk driver crashed into him. He went into a coma after the crash. He woke up a few months later to find out devastating news. He was paralyzed from the neck down, but that wasn't the worst part of it. He soon found out that his accountant has stole all of his money and his wife left him for that accountant. He fell into depression, he tried to take his own life but failed. He lived the rest of his life in misery. 

I always felt like I didn’t belong here.  I was always put aside no one really listen to me. I was six years old when the raping started. There was this nasty thunderstorm outside.  Momma was stuck at her work she called and said she wasn’t going to make it home tonight. That worried me, my stepdad came in and said goodnight, kissed me in the cheek, he has never done that before ……. My skin got the chills. I felt something horrible was going to happen. I was right … he got drunk that night. It was now 1:30 am; I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. BAM! It was him. He lay on top of me and started kissing me. I yelled for help so loud but no one heard me. After so many kicks and yelling I gave up and I felt how over and over again he took my pride my dignity my life. I am now sixteen and I am being charged for murder. I finally had it enough I grabbed the gun and shot him over and over and over again. The blood that will come out of him would splash all over the room. Now I’m just waiting for my sentence. by gisell garcia

yanelly lozano blog

Aaron Adelman Period 2

"Rules to Live By" by Claire Tyznik

English Entry

Miguel Hernandez. The poem is a little short but believe me, thought actually went into it. If it's not enough please tell me.

    She was sure this was where he had disappeared. It was just yesterday where she last seen him. He told her that he'd stay, but that was a lie. Just like everything else he ever told her. That "him" yeah his name is Tommy. He was her boyfriend, they had a big history together and that's why she kept going back for more. They never really argued and they never really fought, but she knew he was up to something. She didn't want to admit to it, but something didn't feel right. He didn't text her like he used to. He didn't look her in the eyes anymore, and he never really showed much affection. She knew he was fading and there wasn't anything that she could really do about it. Her last relationship didn't end up well, and she was already tired of being betrayed. She was tired of never being good enough for anyone. She was just completely tired of being herself and she wanted to feel wanted. Nobody knew how depressed she once was and he was her happiness. He was her everything, and now they he's gone, she has nothing left. It was just three days ago where they were the happiest couple ever, but something went wrong. It went so wrong that it changed her life forever and it will never be the same again.

its been a little over a year & things still havent changed..
letting go was hard
to be honest , it feels a little strange.
cuz i helped you with all i could
but nothing was more important than being with your boys in the hood.
rom smoking to drinking to gangbanging all day.
ima be gone if this dont change , man thats all i gotta say.
you get mad when i prove you wrong and scream "shut the hell up!"
i mean i was only helping you out ,but you bein like that shows me wassup.
cuz i was there when you were shot at , never did i leave your side.
got me up all night thinkin , i just layed there and cried.
cuz i never wanna lose you , no matter the pain you give me
and i always forgive you cuz you say " iLove you GiGi"
yea we know .. you been through hell and back .
but can you stop livin this way pleas thats all i ask.
you say your mama dont care, and your dad was never there.
but i stuck with you through everything , yet you treat me like i aint here.
but your everything to me , and i just want you to know.
no matter what happens, ima be there wherever you go.

Mel-con on Romeo an Juliet.

Hernandez, Daisy

5th Period, English, Mr. Winfrey

2-26-14

Which director's version does a better job of depicting the first meeting between Romeo and Juliet (Act 1.5)?

Carlei's 2013 version of Romeo and Juliet is far better. The female that played the role of Juliet was way convincing and she fit the imagery of what she'd really be like. Beautiful. Not too young, not too old looking. Everything is just right. Plus the male was a perfect fit for Romeo. He was attractive; like such a pretty boy. 

Zeffereli's version, Juliet looked too young and that wasn't right. The guy looked like a Chester. Baz Luhrmann's version was thee worst. Terrible. Bad acting. Leonardo De Caprio could've done better in his role, and they should've picked a better Juliet. It was a ghetto version. 

Sent from my iPhone

Mel-con on Romeo and Juliet

Hernandez, Daisy

5th Period, English, Mr. Winfrey

2-26-14

Which director's version does a better job of depicting the first meeting between Romeo and Juliet (Act 1.5)?

Carlei's 2013 version of Romeo and Juliet is far better. The female that played the role of Juliet was way convincing and she fit the imagery of what she'd really be like. Beautiful. Not too young, not too old looking. Everything is just right. Plus the male was a perfect fit for Romeo. He was attractive; like such a pretty boy. 

Zeffereli's version, Juliet looked too young and that wasn't right. The guy looked like a Chester. Baz Luhrmann's version was thee worst. Terrible. Bad acting. Leonardo De Caprio could've done better in his role, and they should've picked a better Juliet. It was a ghetto version. 

Sent from my iPhone

Goodbyes

You tell me that you love me, but you hurt me everyday. 

Despite the hurt, I know that I'll always stay.

With you is where I want to be, so why do you keep doing this to me? 

Is it me that's doing something wrong, or is it just you trying to be tough and strong?

Do I really mean nothing to you? I thought I was perfect for you. 

I cry to you asking why? 

Why is it me who can't say goodbye? 

Should I end this game for good? 

Because with you, I know everything will always be the same. 

Bo Hernandez is inviting you to use Google+ Hangouts

All your conversations, with anyone, anywhere at anytime.

Bo Hernandez wants to use Hangouts to message and video call with you. Download Hangouts

Your conversations, everywhere All of your Hangouts are always up-to-date on your computer, phone, and tablet so you'll never miss a message.

Conversations that come alive Whether a text, emoji, or a photo, Google+ Hangouts makes it fun to message your friends for free.

Come together face-to-face-to-face Google+ Hangouts make it easy to start a video call with up to 10 people.

Get the Hangout apps and start a conversation now!

Download Hangouts

You can also get started using Hangouts in Gmail or Google+.

You received this message because Bo Hernandez invited twinfrey2000.kennedystudent2013@blogger.com to Google+ Hangouts.
Unsubscribe from these emails.
Google Inc., 1600 Amphitheatre Pkwy, Mountain View, CA 94043 USA

Bo Hernandez is inviting you to use Google+ Hangouts

All your conversations, with anyone, anywhere at anytime.

Bo Hernandez wants to use Hangouts to message and video call with you. Download Hangouts

Your conversations, everywhere All of your Hangouts are always up-to-date on your computer, phone, and tablet so you'll never miss a message.

Conversations that come alive Whether a text, emoji, or a photo, Google+ Hangouts makes it fun to message your friends for free.

Come together face-to-face-to-face Google+ Hangouts make it easy to start a video call with up to 10 people.

Get the Hangout apps and start a conversation now!

Download Hangouts

You can also get started using Hangouts in Gmail or Google+.

You received this message because Bo Hernandez invited Twinfrey2000.kennedystudent2013@blogger.com to Google+ Hangouts.
Unsubscribe from these emails.
Google Inc., 1600 Amphitheatre Pkwy, Mountain View, CA 94043 USA

What is the point of relationships at the age of a teenager?

Yea they fall in love, build amazing memories, and spend months with each other. That sounds great and nice and something alot of people love.

As hard as they don't want to think about it, they know they are not staying together forever

But what is the point really?

You know you're not gonna marry or spend the rest of your life with that person, so why spend months with them?

Months that were now thrown away by a break-up

Months that built up love and memories, but now are lokoed back at and are sad

Months that make someone cry and wish they had them back

They just spent one, two, three months and even years with a person that they now hate

A person that they used to look at and say I love you to
A person whose name used to make them smile when ever it was said or thought of

A person that was considered their everything

But what was the point?

There was none because all you did was end up getting hurt

Now that person has become nothing to them

They're just someone that causes sadness and crying whenever they are being thought of

Relationships just have no point at the age of a teenager

 

Hypocrites 

We've all heard the words "be yourself," but do we actually know what that means? 

Are we ourselves when we follow everyone else?

When we wear the latest clothes?

Are we ourselves when we act differently around certain other people or is that considered "two-faced?" 

Are we ourselves when we want attention or is that considered "showing off?" 

Honestly, I don't know how to be myself anymore. 

If I complain like I normally do, I get called a negative person, and no one apparently wants that in their life. 

If I'm really happy, I get called fake? 

If I don't say a word, I'm sad or I'm mad at the entire world. 

So how am I supposed to "be myself" when in reality I can't? 

~Emilia Nienajadlo 

Gamaliel Ybarra

(Extended Monologue)

I think Social Media has given us more reasons to hate certain people. Like an idiot on FaceBook, who for some reason feels the need to use multiple E's or A's when typing, or capitalizes the first letter in each word, or that annoying chick who goes on and on about her boyfriend.

But then it isn't just regular people, it's celebrities we see over and over again. Like "Is Amanda Bynes out of rehab?" 

"What's Beyonce doing?", and "Is Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner dating?"

Who cares, honestly I don't care about your life, or what you and you boyfriend are doing 24/7. I especially don't care if Harry and Kendall are dating, and not mentioned, but thought of, I don't care about Justin Bieber's BS.

There’s 1440 minutes in a day, and only six of them matter. The first two start standing – neutral. No score, no advantage, just neutral. The first second counts, same as the next, and same as the next; no time should be wasted. It’s like saying if the ground were to break and you were about to fall to your death. Would you jump just so you have the extra few seconds to live? It’s that first second that I would need when there’s one left and I’m just a fingertip away from either tying or winning. Nine out of ten times the first takedown wins the match. If I get taken down, it’d be that one out of ten percent. It’s all about dominance and who wants it more; I want it more. The first two points are earned since my opponents mind and body will have plenty of energy. The next two minutes start with an advantage. On top, it’ll take all my strength, balance, and speed. On bottom, it’ll take an explosion to get the hell out. If neutral again there’d be less than four minutes to score; I have to score fast. At last the final two minutes arrive. This is where I’d take everything I have left and throw it on the mat. I score, score, and score until there are no more points left to score. This is where that extra push up, that extra takedown, that extra work out after practice, that extra sprint, and that extra push counts. The buzzer beeps and I’d be back to reality to find my hand high in the air. It’s not just six minutes; it’s what happens those six minutes.

-Jorge Heredia II

l

Swimming

Oh, the swimmer way,
More flips than a cheerleader,
More kicks than a soccor player,
More yards than a football player.
We only need one lane to kick your butt
So you can either eat my bubbles
Or kiss my splash.

People don't understand
I don't do well on land... At all.
It's true,  Ms. Dugan can make us cry,
But Ms G makes us want to die.

I dread every day,
Every practice,
Every stroke;
The water is freezing,
My muscles and lungs are burning.

They say we can breathe
After our race,
We push ourselves too much.
My body will give out by then,
Good thing we have friends to lift us up.

We hate it so much,
We love it so much more
Non swimmers don't understand,
That fish are friends, not food.

Oh such horror but such love,
Woe are we,  swimming is our prison.

School Violet Wnek

Every morning I ask myself, why am I here? Why is school so important? Why am I learning this? Will I ever need to use this in life? Ever since I was 5 years old, ive been going to school. Every day, and every single year is the same.  English, Math, Science, Social Studies, and an elective. Why is it that I was taught to graph a function, but never taught banking? Why is it that I only learn what I am told to learn, and later tested on it? My grades determine who I am as a student. I am ranked a number out of 351 and later compared to others. I am surrounded by different groups of people and teachers who enjoy watching their students stuggle. So I ask myself again, why am I here? The only reason I am here is to get a high school diploma, go to college, get a good job, and never live the hard life my parents once lived.

 

Tatiana Kapusciak

MONOLOGUE

 

so whyd you do it?

you think this is funny?

you know youre ruining your life, right?

so like whyd you do it.

you did this because of one guy?

its not worth ruining your life over ONE guy.

 

did you like it at least?

so promise me you wont do it again.

Just DON'T do it.

i dont want you to get hurt.

ok thanks, im just worried.

alright so you wanna grab a bite to eat?

hmmm..... how about Wendy's?

YEY. lets go

maybe we can talk about this more later.

-Tatiana Kapusciak 

 

 

Janeli Gallegos 8th period February 26, 2014

Her,

the girl who always had a smile on her face

The kind of smile that made you forget all that was wrong,

The kind of smile that brought joy to anyone who saw it.

The girl who laughed,

and made everyone else laugh.

The girl that you seek for advice.

The one that always knew what to say.

The girl that spent her free time volunteering,

trying to make everyone elses life easier to live.

She was always so happy.

So energetic,

So complete.

No one ever doubted that she was fine,

Not her parents,

Not her classmates,

Not her friends,

Not me.

I mean she looked perfectly okay.

She must have been perfectly okay.

But see, thats what so amazing about a smile.

Anyone can fake it.

If you were her, you were a master at faking it.

I didn’t know,

until I saw her.

I walked in on her hurting.

She was there,

lying on the floor,

silently weeping.

She looked up,

with eyes full of tears.

It was at that moment,

that I knew,

She was broken,

she was shattered.

The one that gave it all,

Craved it the most.

I tried.

I tried being her for a moment,

I tried to help.

But, it wasn’t enough.

I just want to say,

wherever you are,

that I’m sorry.

Izzabelle Murillo, pd 8

Izzabelle Murillo

English  Pd. 8

Monologue

It sucks that we couldn't talk today. Remember when we used to everyday? 

Because I do, and I miss it. 

You

It's hard enough thinking about you, so what am I doing talking about you too? Even if it is just in my mind?

You pop up in my head once and I'm stuck the entire day. 

You. How do I even describe you? 

Sweet? No, definitely not

Sensitive? I suppose. 

No, you... you're dangerous. That's for sure. Because just like me and everyone else in this messed up world, you're broken. But you, you're pieces are shattered around my mind and your soul. 

I can't stop thinking about you. 

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't imagine your face or hear your voice in my mind. 

I just want to let you know. 

I love you, but I hate you too. 

I don't know how you do it, but you make me confess things I can't even confess to myself. 

You make me want to go to Harvard and become the best psychologist in the world because I can't figure you out. 

I'm so tired of feeling like the weaker one, like I always have to search for you. I hate feeling like a bother and a burden so you never get to hear these things. I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you today. But that didn't happen. 

I know, that just like me, you're suffering so why can't you admit it? 

Admitting that you need help makes you stronger, doesn't it?

It sucks that we couldn't talk today because there are so many things that I want to say and an hour a day is nothing. 

I remember so many things and am so haunted by the past, I can't seem to move on, even though you have. But we don't seem to have time for each other anymore. And as much as it hurts, maybe it's for the best. 

It sucks that we couldn't talk today, maybe I'll gather the courage to try again next time. 

Steven Zamora's post to the blog.

His email wasnt working!

Marco Padilla

EnglishFebruary 26, 2014

1st Period

There once was a monster that looked like an adorable little puppy. He would act like one but when you would turn your back on him and ignore him he would turn into one of the most known monsters in history. The Chupacabra! People would be go “missing” and whenever the police would investigate the case they would always find these strange foot prints in the scene. Then the puppy would be found on the street and be put up for adoption. The family that would adopt that dog would be found either dead or missing. Nobody ever found out the dog but legend says that he still walks around trying to get adopted by another family so that they can be his next victim.

  

Blogger Post

Zach Paluch
7th period

Secrets

What is there to hide? What is hidden in the minds of everyone? What is it about a secret that can hurt someone physically that is only a mental thought? What is considered a secret?
People think that it is the end of the world when people find out something about them, but it is a huge problem because people do the extreme when people find out. People hurt others or themselves when people find out and it makes no sense. People even go to the point where they kill. It makes no sense. What causes people to do this though? I think that if you find out someone's secret or you find out someone else knows your secret, you should respect them for what it is and people should respect you too. People will hurt others because it isn't something they wouldn't do. This is saying that people just don't want to mind their own damn business. There shouldn't be one person on earth that should fear telling a secret because it would bring a more peaceful world. The thing is that honestly people are assholes. If the world would just show respect and mind their own business, everyone would live in a better, more peaceful life.

Jake Munoz
7th
You know what gets me mad? When people say words are bad. They're
just words. It depends on how you use the words that makes them bad.
So it just gets me really mad when someone said I said a bad word.

Blog Post

David Waligora

Achieving Greatness

I want to stop, I think I'm going to do it.

No, I cant stop, I'm going to regret it.

Almost there, just gotta do 10 more reps.

I can't finish this, NO, I have to finish this.

There's no going back, this needs to happen.

I must finish what I started, this isn't how I wanna end things.

I can do this! I'm going to finish things up.

Just 5 more reps to go.

This is what I came here for, this is what I want to finish.

That's it, I did my final rep.

This is how I achieve greatness, this is how I become who I want to be. 

Jake Munoz
7th

Poetry

  “God, Do You Hear?”

 

No one suffers more.

Don’t you hear the people cry?

Living in a world of poverty.

 

God, do you hear,

The cries of your children?

Living without a peaceful home,

Or having enough to eat.

The cries of children, like a howling wolf.

 

God, do you hear,

Prayers from your people?

They need more than they can get.

They cry for help,

With river streams of tears.

I thought we all were children of God.

 

Don’t you care for us, oh Lord?

Show them the mercy, you don’t find on Earth.

The poor, picking up scraps of food,

Like mice running from door to door,

With empty and hallow stomachs.

God, do you hear,

The shouts of your believers?

Praying, and hoping for miracles.

 

God, don’t you see,

Your children dying?

I thought we all were angels under your watchful eyes.

We look up at you and ache to hear your answers,

But our only response,

Is the sound of the whistling wind.