Gummy bears, leprechauns, and 5 million dollars in damages.

 

 

 

     A 40yr old, Kimberly Thinnes, saves 23 student and staff from a school fire. At a Chicago public high school, Kennedy, a 10 year writing teacher. The hero snapped into action at 9:25 St. Patrick day, after hear the explosion from the AP Chemistry room down the hall from her room. She was later award a medal of honor from the Mayor, Jim Brewer, and the students of the surrounding schools that took notice about her heroics. We spoke to Kennedy very own "wonder women", "saving the students came to me as second nature, I care so much for my students." Several people witnessed Kim carry 23 students and a fellow staff member out the fire on her back. (Ms.Thinnes in an interview)

 

A guard at the school, Will Kikos, was the one to call the fire fighter. Who took 20 min to approach the fire, ever though the station is across the street. The chemistry teacher later released a statement explaining the cause of the fire,” my student in such a st. Patrick day spirit that they try mixing a green gummy bear with sodium metal to make a leprechaun.” The school will be closed till the fall due to the 5 million dollars in rehabilitation need.

 

By: Timothy Lorenzo

Jordan Ramirez; Casper

Jordan Ramirez
Casper; Monologue
You said your heads gotten so heavy that your neck hurts; it's getting harder to keep your head up. And you don't know how to fix it. How do you lose weight from a head that was never so big in the first place? The opposite actually, a head that was so small figuratively because the person holding it had barely anything they felt they could be proud of? What do you do? Do you shave the achievements off until there's nothing left, until you're left for dead? And when you're left for dead, whats it like? I had a friend and that friend was you and you told me it felt like a train was crashing into your body that wouldn't stop and it kept pounding into you until you were bloody and bruised on the inside, so you couldn't explain why you were so sad because the bruises couldnt show so you had to be happy right because you didn't need a band aid on the outside only people who do need bandages can be sad right? You told me it felt like defeat because you didnt
care and you couldn't punctuate sentences anymore because whats the point when you can't even decide what emotion you're feeling. You told me it was when you stopped arguing with yourself and the world because what's the point when the hate keeps coming. You told me it felt like sadness was keeping your head angled towards the ground and that felt like a battle lost. Your heavy head never lifted to meet my eyes when i asked if you were okay and you explained with the shuffling of your feet that marched into battle and made it out alive even though it felt like defeat. You told me you weren't but you never told me this. You sealed it in a letter, it's carrier being the words "I don't know." How do you raise a head burdened by sadness? You don't fill it with air, it might weigh it down with insecurity and doubts and pity. You look them in the eye, Casper, as I looked into yours and you tell them what I told you, "The war was lost. Wounds were torn into
skin and burns were marked into minds but at least you're alive. "
And, Casper, that victory outweighs your eyes staring at your feet, you are here and you can forget the battle field inside your mind because i want you to rebuild it because you deserve so much better than war.

I Am Poem

My poem by julissa Lopez

A reminder to those who are lucky enough to find love.

Do not take what you have for granted

Cherish it

Indulge in it

Thank it

Many are not lucky enough to experience what it is to love or be loved

And for those who do are to naive to acknowledge it and its beauty 

You are blessed 

The feeling of it is like a thousand stars lifting you up to the heavens above

It is hard work 

You will rise 

You will fall

And when you are not rising or falling 

You are not doing it right

Cupid has shot you with his arrow 

Do not ignore it

The feeling may seem like peaches and cream at first but do not be fooled

Love will shoot you in the heart

Stab you in the back 

Trip you off your feet 

But you learn

You live

And soon love once again

.

Literature Assignment

Beauty

A Beautiful Swan
Swims Gracefully on Water
Perfect Symmetry


Wall

Oh, the One You Love
So Close, Yet So Far Away
Will They Reach, Also?

Dan Catanese

PS. Sorry Mr. Winfrey, this is a day late because I posted this to the wrong email yesterday.

Elizabeths Backstory For Winfrey (twinfrey2000.kennedystudent2013@blogger.com)

Ashley Renkor

Everything was the same. Same walls. Same people. Same insanity. I'm Elizabeth Hope. I've spent my whole life in a mental institution. All I remember was when my parents, Leah and Nikolai, dropped me off somewhere and never came back. I don’t remember my childhood much. The one thing… I remember it the best… It was the last time I ever saw my brother and sister… Anzi, Aleks and me. We were all playing and through the faded memories all I see is me pushing Anzi because she wouldn’t let me play with her. Aleks started crying. I was put in mine and Anzi’s room. I started throwing everything everywhere. I then fought through the door and pushed my parents who were three times my size. I went back to Anzi and pushed her more. She pushed back in response. I don't remember the first day I was there. My parents put me into a mental institution^[a]. I grew up there. Its all that I knew. I mean while my brother, Aleks, and sister, Anzi, grew up with loving parents and a loving home, when all I had were the other children who were as “crazy” as I was. My parents though I only had anger problems but as a couple months went by, the doctors there  started to realize that there was more than just that. I would become other people. I would black out and turn into another person. After that I realized being here was pointless, getting better was pointless. I let my emotions take over me. I didn't care anymore because I didn't see the fact of me ever getting better.

After I started heading into my teenage years, I started fighting back. I was always locked into solitary. I liked it better though. People were very irritating and they never understood me. Well there was this one girl, Melissa, who honestly I could say was the one who understood me, not even the doctors got a clue. We were inseparable the more and more we talked as I spent less time in solitary. There was nothing like her. She explained to me that I had the same thing she did. Multiple Personality Disorder. I had no idea what that was. I asked her and she looked at me confused, this was my first encounter at what exactly we had. Melissa asked me who I was and I looked at her, “What?” She didn't understand where she was, who she was, or who I was. Moments after I asked her the simple question of her name, she freaked out. I backed away and then the two huge guys always standing by the door took her away. That was the last time I ever saw her. As I sat in the chair that was in front of the one she sat in, I stared blankly. After this I knew that people were always going to start leaving me behind. Making me fall for their stupid lies of them actually caring and after awhile I stopped caring. I stopped feeling the emotions. I didn't want to hurt like this anymore. The less I cared the more I blacked out. I couldnt remember anything anymore and I could feel myself spiraling out of control down a path that was called The Black Path to something something, as they called it at the institution. I didn't understand where I got all this. I mean I was perfectly fine when I was a kid and all of the sudden I completely changed. I fell into a hole that I don't even remember falling in. Just nothing was ever the same anymore. And whatever was happening, I didn't like it. After she left, that's when I started spending more time in solitary, again. I hated everyone, except for Melissa, but when she left, I honestly didn't know what else to do.

After a couple years, I never spoke to anyone. I wasn’t even in the lounge anymore. Every time I was sent back there to socialize, I caused trouble. I isolated myself from everyone. From everything. There were always my moments where i blacked out and ended up in our infirmity. I learned that i gained a little personality. Her name is Katie. She's 5 years old. The doctors said that she's probably caused by my lack of childhood and how my parents left me. I don’t think that’s true. Doctors here are always making things up for us, just to keep us here as long as possible. But one thing that definitely kept me here was when I changed into someone that I never saw again. There was one day I was just relaxing for the once in the lounge with the others and I was watching the old woman in the corner. She’s been here for as long as I’ve been here, probably more, but for what I had no clue. As I sat there, i started to get really angry as I looked into her features, as I watched her movements. I black out. I don’t know what happened. The moment I come back to reality I’m being pulled off the old woman by the two guards dressed in white. What did I do? I look down at her and she's beaten bloody. My eyes widened as I was pulled away and locked away in solitary for the hundredth time.

I was told after months of the investigation of my case that I started acting like her husband, who was years passed dead. But where the fucked up part comes in is that her husband ended up to be her brother who forced her into marriage and sexual activity and it drove her into schizophrenia. She went completely nuts and after he got sick and tired of it, he started to beat her senseless and lock her up in his basement of their childhood home. I guess from watching her so intensely I started to feel like him. Katie and that woman’s husband were my only outbreaks I was told about. Although I think that I'm crazier than they think I am.

But 16 years after my first day, at 4 years old, I was finally let out for being “sane enough” to be back out into the real world. I don’t know why they sent me out here, I’m most definitely not sane.

[a]email to twinfrey2000.kennedystudent2013@blogger.com

Attached: Elizabeths Backstory For Winfrey

This is my creative writing story, finally finished and I hope its good enough. 

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Amber Jelderks Period 1

Amber Jelderks

Period :1

2/28/14

Why so depressed?

I had a terrible weekend. I was grounded all weekend. I feel like my parents just wanna keep me in for a stupid reason. I don'rt understand why I'm grounded more days than I should be. I was grounded Sunday and Monday, got ungrounded Tuesday, went to my friends house after school. Then, we headed back to my other friends house and I wasn't home until 10 and I was suppose to be home 9:30. So, I was grounded Wednesday and Thursday, ungrounded Friday, went to my friends house again. I got really sick Friday night and I wasn't home until 12. I felt better and then I went out Saturday night and was home 10 minutes late and I'm grounded AGAIN! How funny is it? But anyways.. After being grounded so many days, I've been an emotional wreck. I've been crying for stupid reasons. One is that I don't like the person that I became and I was never grounded like this before. I don't know why my dad is being harder one me than he ever was before. I always disobey my dad because I hate his rules. I rather go live by my moms again. Her rules are pretty straight forward and way better than my dad's. Also crying over someone that I like. It's pretty pathetic because there's so many more fish in the sea. Also, helping my friend through her break up was the worst. I've never been through a tough break up, so I didn't know what to do. So, she laid her head on me and cried. That was pretty depressing. This whole weeks been a mess and I hope to not ever be grounded more like this again!

Diana Rios

Period 3

Our Journey

Ever since I was a child, I remember feeling a lack of love and affection. When my little sister, Brissa, was born I noticed a drastic change. My parents pampered that baby as if she were the queen of England, which she wasn't! I must admit I became very jealous, I would wonder at nights what it was that I had done to deserve no attention from my parents. I would wonder if maybe my parents used to pamper me like they did to Brissa. As the years went on things changed, the parents that I had and lacked love and attention from were now the same parents Brissa had. They both no longer showed either of us love and affection. I didn't want the lack of love and affection to affect my little sister like it effected me. I tried all I could to provide her with what my parents no longer did. I hated my parents, I suppose all their mistreatment and simply the fact that they didn't seem to care much about me really hurt and made me become more distant. Although a lot of things were wrong, things changed when I turned 17. I was finally able to see so many things that I couldn't when I was younger. I mean my parents still weren't the best and I still don't forgive them for how bad they made my childhood, but I do want to say that I see things differently and possibly get a chance to understand when I'm older. My parents didn't provide my sister and me with love and affection because my parents lacked those same things in their marriage. They told me that they tried, but they no longer felt what they did at one point. They said that after Brissa they realized that it was best for them to create new lives separately. I can remember exactly what happened that day as if it were yesterday. It was the day before Brissas's 15th Birthday. I knew mom and dad didn't care, but I decided to include them. We sat down at the kitchen table and started planning a small family and friends get together party for Brissa. My parents started arguing, so I asked if I could be excused and they said no. I sat there staring at them and I somehow built up enough courage to ask

"Are you two happy together?" The looked at each other and replied,

"Of course sweetheart."

Their tone was so transparent even they knew it. They looked at each other and somehow through their eyes made a connection, something I had never seen before. They both looked back at me and said,

"We love you Brissa" of course I had to follow up by saying,

"But.." My mom didn't look very happy. 

"There is not buts, we love you and Brissa very much and we always will, it's just that things aren't what they used to be" she said.

"Baby it's nothing to worry about it's grown up problems" my father said.

"I'm not eight anymore" I remarked.

"She's right Harry, I think it's time she knows" my mom said.

She was saying those words to my father, but was looking at me. Her words felt like a knife to my chest. I knew what was coming, I mean I had my suspicions and all, but just because I thought about it did't mean I wanted it to be true. I saw her take a deep breath as I held mine.

"Sweetie, I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to say it. Your father and I are getting a divorce," she said. 

I could feel my eyes watering, but I told myself that I had to be strong. I exhaled the breath I'd been holding in and I said,

"Okay," and I went to my room.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Brissa, happy birthday to you" we sang.

Mom was holding a small cupcake, dad had the camera. I was holding some balloons. Thinking back to the  few years I can think back to, this has to be by far the only time I felt like my sister and I were actually a part of a family. I decided to tell Brissa about mom and dad after her birthday party, I didn't want to ruin her day. Brissa's friends soon arrived and our grandparents arrived as well. Aunt Lisa and uncle Frank did too. Her party consisted of only a few things, she didn't want much just a birthday cake. I got her a bracelet with only two charms, which represented herself and me. Her eyes watered and she thanked me. 

"I'll always be here" I told her.

Brissa's friends left around 7:30 and our family left a few minutes later. Brissa looked tired and so was I, so I  decided to just tell her the news the next day. I remember waking up the next day and waking her up. I didn't want to sugar coat anything to her. If I wanted her to trust me I had to be honest. When I finished she cried a river, and so did I. We lay on her bed for the rest of the day. I held her hand and shook  it, so we could hear her charms. She looked at up at me and we both smiled. 

"Just you and me" we said.

Zaraith Marin                  1st period
March 2, 2014

The feeling of wanting to be yours was irking
Then 8.15.13 came, the day we stopped searching.
You took me to the most amazing amusement park in the world, Six Flags
That day I got to see your attractive abs
That day was filled with smiles, laughter, and fun
After all the rides we went on, I thought the day was done
But no, I was wrong
"Babe, let's go on the Sky Trek before we leave!" Alright, I thought, it won't be that long
Standing before me was a huge blue tower with the white words "Six Flags" printed on it
We went on the white saucer and found a place to sit
The ride slowly started rising and spinning
You look at me the whole time, grinning
When we got to the top of the tower, I couldn't believe my eyes
Six Flags as the far I can see, all the rides
The sight was beautiful
But then you did the unpredictable
You grabbed my hand, my heart beat went faster, my stomach full of butterflies
I gazed into your light brown eyes
"Babe?" You said
"Yes?" I responded
"Be my girlfriend?" You questioned with your million dollar smile
My heart filled with joy as I shouted, "Yes, yes, yes!" I was waiting for this question for quite a while!
You grabbed my jaw bone delicately and placed your soft sweet lips on mine
In my head I was thinking, "My lord why must this boy be oh so fine?"
8.15.13 was the best day of my life
I was thinking about you all night
I came home the happiest girl alive.

Adrian Bernal

Pass Up

You said if we won we could get a pass. I think it has been about a month, or so and we still haven't gotten our pass. Bathroom passes don't count as a homework pass, we winners earned our pass fair and square. You may be getting fed up with me nagging for my pass, but what do you do when you want something? You keep nagging until you get what you want I mean isn't that what the teacher strike was for? You felt you were cheated and basically nagged until someone gave in. So, the choice is entirely up to you, you can give the winners a homework pass, or deal with me nagging until the end of the year.

the cat who thinks his owner doesnt love him by Angelica Bobadilla

It's been two hours since the owner has  refilled my food bowl, it is now half
full, it is obvious I will soon starve to death. I've tried to get their
attention but no luck they're either to stupid or cruel this may be my last
week. I now realize I am not wanted here, they've given me signs like only
petting me with one hand when they have two, only showing half love which is
just neglectful, I see no logic with this type of behavior.  They've also
removed the blanket from the basket without realizing its where I sleep. My next
resort is on the kitchen counter.  It's now 3 in the morning, the owner has
closed their bedroom door I assume they forgotten about me and had left me here
to die, as a last resort I'm calling out to my people but they have yet to
respond. I now lie under the laundry sink where the vent is for warmth, hoping
the owner will soon open the door so I can escape.  

Mister Greeter by Allyson Cruz

You smiled behind a desk. 

The knot in my chest

Lingered on the doorstep. 

I've done wrong 

I've known for long.

Made a pact 

I couldn't subtract.

To save a life I paid the price.

This is it.

Your smitten grin

Those eyes of sin

Hands folded nicely 

Not the least bit enticing.

Suit and tie

How I didn't think I'd die.

Gripping the cross 

I had my loss

Not to gain

I've earned this pain

So I stepped up to appease 

When you addressed me

"Welcome to Hell, name please."

Enrique Salcido blog post.

Original monologue/my band's lyrics.




You don't know how it feels to wake up
every morning and go to hell
You don't know how it feels to never
want to leave this bed again
You don't know how it feels to be stuck in
this stupid life like a shell
You don't know how it feels to have
all your mistakes written by a pen

And then she asked herself..
why can't I just die
why cant I just leave this god-forsaken world
why should I ever wake up again
is going through this even worth it

I can't believe you're treating me like this
I've been trying to help you this whole time
I can't believe you're thinking this way
What happened to the old you?

You forgot? Then let's just start a new beginning

You don't know how it feels to wake up
every morning and go to hell
You don't know how it feels to never
want to leave this bed again
You don't know how it feels to be stuck in
this stupid life like a shell
You don't know how it feels to have
all your mistakes written by a pen

I can see your spirit leaving you
Help me, help you, help all of us
It's not your turn yet so don't give in
Keep your promise so I don't need to watch you

I can take your hand but first you, have to let go
Show me that you are over your past.

My Insecurities

Sereena Richart

Period 3

March 1, 2014

Blog Post

Kathy Podobinska

2/28/14

Seventh

Girl

I'm expected to be kind and fragile. 

I should dislike sports and other "boy" things. 

Dirt shouldn't be on my skin or clothes, 

Wearing a dress or skirt should be normal. 

But I'm only some of these things. 

I "classify" myself as a "tomboy"; 

I am kind and fragile, but not all the time. 

I love sports, video games, and being lazy. 

I don't mind getting messy once in awhile, 

And I would rather wear jeans, sneakers, and hoodies. 

I’m not a "typical" girl; 

Don't try to label me or anyone else.

Ed Abarca - Period 8

Tick. Tock.

The sounds of a clock

Time is passing by

Should I even try?

Thoughts of confusion

This must be life's retribution.

So much that I endure

even if things end in a big failure

Third try is the charm?

Not if I end up causing others harm.

That's it

there's too much to admit

Enough lies

no time to improvise.

I'm done with this joke

that people call my life

I have finally awoke

with the help of my knife

Death's Monologue(By Irais Bahena) (twinfrey2000.kennedystudent2013@blogger.com)

Death’s Monologue

Death is such a simple thing,

yet humanity makes if difficult.

Why do humans fear me so?

Are they afraid of never seeing the ones they love?

Never seeing the world that hurts them so?

Are they afraid whether they go to heaven or hell?

Or are they afraid of the unknown?

No living knows what happens after you die,

and to know what happens you must speak with the dead.

An impossible feat for the dead cannot speak.

I,Death, the collector of souls and opener of gates,

cannot love,

cannot be hurt,

cannot be happy,

cannot live.

But I did feel all of this at one time.

Yes, I remember it well.

The memory still vibrant as if it occurred yesterday.

I was no mortal at the time,for it happened a few centuries ago

and I am far older than any being on this earth.

I was standing by the death bed of a young male dying from a fever.

Funny, I still remember the cause.

His family, there weeping at his bedside as he struggled to keep alive.

Struggling to somehow grasp the threads of life but they idly passed through his fingers.

I do not know how it happened,

the young male was dying,his face contorted pain and stress.

These faces were not new to me

but then,he saw me.

I knew he was looking at me, felt his faltering gaze somehow managed to focus upon me.

He saw me, Death, a face that many fear, a face that only means terror, a face that means the end of your time has come.

But this man did not scream,

nor did his face show terror,

or even a plea for his life leave his lips.

This man, his face slipped from pain and fear to acceptance.

His restless eyes that resembled the sea slipped into a calm expression,

his face relaxed and his body stopped moving.

he looked as if he were nearly resting. and his kin would have mistaken him for dead if not for his ragged breathing.

His face free of any facial hair and looked as if sculpted by the gods.

His hair was matted and sweat soaked which gave him a tired appearance,

but his beauty could not be flawed by this.

Skin pale like the moon light, unscared, and ready like a canvas.

His blue eyes like the ocean, untamed and yet beautifully attractive.

His gaze upon me lingered before he uttered words that have never been spoken to me.

He welcomed me,

embraced me,

accepted death,

and I could no longer watch him suffer so I did what I came for.

I opened the gates.

It was a century or two after this that I realized something,

in those few minutes that felt like hours something happened,

I felt love,

I felt happiness,

I felt sadness,

I felt pain,

I felt loss.

I realized that I, Death, had lived for a few moments.

Attached: Death's Monologue(blog submission thing)

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Africa Hill - Period 8

Dear Whoever This May Concern,

I don’t know what “genius” suggested this, but this is a pathetic excuse of an idea and a waste of my time. Look, I’m not too keen on the thought of writing out my “feelings” and “emotions” in some stupid journal, only for it to be read by some hypocritical, narrow minded, jack ass. I got enough of that in highschool and I’m almost a hundred percent positive that this will be no better. So, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. “If it’s such a stupid idea, then why the hell are you writing?” Well, as idiotic as this may sound, a little birdy made me realize that I have absolutely nothing to lose. I lost it all when they starting making speculations about everything I did. The tattoo’s I got, the way I dressed, who I hung out with. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they had something to say about what cereal I decided to eat in the morning. You see, things started going downhill when people began to make assumptions. They never give me a chance to clarify myself, but then again how could they? Majority of the time they couldn’t even clarify themselves. They “just knew”….ya know? I’ll admit, I haven’t done enough things in life to be proud of, but at least I can say that this wasn’t entirely my fault….

“We should go…” I mumbled uncomfortably, peering over my shoulder. People were staring. Not just one, or two, but all. Fear and disgust lingered behind their eyes and for once I didn’t want to wrap my mind around the meanings behind their whispers.

“I just need a few more things and we can leave. I promise.” My sister was an oblivion; and with an oblivion came optimism. Her cluelessness made me groan, but I didn’t press the situation any further. She deserved to enjoy her life, even if that meant putting me through hell for a half an hour. We were in our local grocery store, which is probably the only store people in this town went to, and maybe I should have known that my presence was going to cause an uproar. After all, I was now considered the spawn of Satan and a complete toxin to the universe. “Did Mom say she wanted 2% milk, or skim? I can’t remember.”

“2%-” I whispered just as someones shoulder collided with mine. I’m guessing he wanted me to make a fool out of myself and lose my balance, but I didn’t.

“Watch where you’re going, dirtbag.” The words that came out of his mouth made me grit my teeth and caused the irritation in my blood to boil, But, Joshua Thomas was the mayors son and my ex girlfriend's brother. I couldn’t just shove him back. Instead, I turned to my sister whose eyes were wider than ever.

“Jessica, lets go.” This time it was an order, not a suggestion. She nodded and put the milk in the cart with shaky hands, forgetting about the remainder of the items on the list. I couldn’t even go out for an hour without being harassed, yet I’m still the animal in this case--Right?

“Oh, come on Rodgers. You don’t have anything to say?” He shouted, capturing my attention. “ How does it feel  knowing that the whole town hates you? That’s you’re a worthless piece of garbage?”

“Screw off.” I fumed. “You don’t know anything.” And it was the truth--he didn’t know anything. But it was her word against mine, and at this point no one gave a damn about what I had to say.

“I know you put your hands on my sister and you should be behind bars right now. That’s what I know.” Before I knew it, he was shoving me again...and again...and again, until I finally pushed back. It didn’t take long before everything escalated and his fist collided with my jaw, causing my back to collide with the glass door of the freezer. I wouldn’t have touched him before, but he laid his hands on me and at this point anything I did would be considered self defense. So I grabbed his shirt, despite my sisters pleas, and shoved him against one of the shelves.

“You and I both know that’s a lie, but here’s the truth--I’ll see you in hell, Thomas.” Letting go of his shirt, I ignored the taste of blood in my mouth and walked out the store in order to catch my breath. Being somewhere I wasn’t wanted felt like someone was holding a pillow over my face, and at this point I was suffocating. So, I slid down the wall of Old Jim’s Grocery store and began to cry. Not because I was weak, but because everyone was so full of ignorance. All but one.

Rushing out of the automatic doors empty handed, her ombre hair flew all over the place and her eyes landed on me. Despite all the havoc I had caused, the meaning behind her eyes hadn’t changed once.

“Oh, Ash.” She breathed, taking a seat next to me. It didn’t long before her arms wrapped around my broad shoulders, fingers running through my tangled hair.

“I-I didn’t do it, Jess.” I hiccuped. “Y-you gotta believe that I-”

“Shh,” Pulling me closer, she kissed my forehead softly. “I know who you are, Ashton. If only everyone else could see what I can...”

But they can’t and they never will.  So, I could sit here and blame it on bad luck, or try to come up with something to say to persuade you to be on my side, but I won’t. Only because I opened this book to write out my “feelings”, to spill my thoughts  to someone besides my sister. And even if I did tell you the truth... you wouldn’t believe me anyways...

Until next time (if there is one),

- A.R.

A really bad poem ugh. beatriz quiroz.

ometimes I wonder how other people think
These thoughts crash into my cranium just as I'm going to sleep
Why does Kim Kardashian think she deserves to be on the cover of Vogue?
Does she forget what she got famous for?
Do you really wanna wear those heels into the moshpit at Warped?
I guess she really doesn't mind breaking her toes.
Aren't you like 8? Why do you even own a phone?
Slowly the newest generations are being corrupt with all this technology
My three year old brother knows how to open up YouTube on my phone faster than he knows how to recite the alphabet
A philosopher's life isn't for me
For I rather enjoy my sleep.

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Yareli Lazaro
2nd Pd.
I took a walk with Armando in the forest. It was a beautiful day, no clouds, clear blue sky, bright sun, and warm day. During our walk, we cam across a hole, when all of a sudden I received a call from my mom. That's when I told Armando I had to leave, but he decided to stay. The next day, which was a Monday, I didn't see him at school. Later that day, I got a call from his mom, asking me if I knew anything about him. I was lost, so I asked her what had happened. She said that Armando never returned home yesterday. And that's when I remembered about the hole we had seen in the forest.. I immediately ran out of the house and searched all over the forest for the hole. *Three hours later* There it is! Except this time it looked really weird, it was gleaming. I peaked closer, but then I suddenly fell in. I suddenly appeared standing in another part of the world. PARIS! I squinted my eyes over and over again to see if I wasn't dreaming. It was more beautiful than I ever thought it would be. I was about to start roaming the streets, when I realized the reason why I went into the hole, to search for Armando. I was getting really worried, because Paris is big. I decided to go to the Eiffel Tower, it was wonderful. It was night at the time, and the sky was full of shining stars. I was looking up to the sky, when all of a sudden I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. As soon as I turned around, I received a hug. At the moment, I was really scared that it was a creepy, drunk guy, but it wasn't. It was Armando! I jumped up and hugged him. I told him how glad I was to have found him, and I also told him how worried we all were back at home. I told him we had to go as soon as possible, but he resisted. I questioned him why, and in return he said he wanted to spend the night looking at the stars with me. I was stunned at the response, but I didn't say a word back to him. So, for the rest of the night, we spent it by the Eiffel Tower looking at the lovely stars.

Yareli Lazaro
2nd Pd.
I took a walk with Armando in the forest. It was a beautiful day, no clouds, clear blue sky, bright sun, and warm day. During our walk, we cam across a hole, when all of a sudden I received a call from my mom. That's when I told Armando I had to leave, but he decided to stay. The next day, which was a Monday, I didn't see him at school. Later that day, I got a call from his mom, asking me if I knew anything about him. I was lost, so I asked her what had happened. She said that Armando never returned home yesterday. And that's when I remembered about the hole we had seen in the forest.. I immediately ran out of the house and searched all over the forest for the hole. *Three hours later* There it is! Except this time it looked really weird, it was gleaming. I peaked closer, but then I suddenly fell in. I suddenly appeared standing in another part of the world. PARIS! I squinted my eyes over and over again to see if I wasn't dreaming. It was more beautiful than I ever thought it would be. I was about to start roaming the streets, when I realized the reason why I went into the hole, to search for Armando. I was getting really worried, because Paris is big. I decided to go to the Eiffel Tower, it was wonderful. It was night at the time, and the sky was full of shining stars. I was looking up to the sky, when all of a sudden I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. As soon as I turned around, I received a hug. At the moment, I was really scared that it was a creepy, drunk guy, but it wasn't. It was Armando! I jumped up and hugged him. I told him how glad I was to have found him, and I also told him how worried we all were back at home. I told him we had to go as soon as possible, but he resisted. I questioned him why, and in return he said he wanted to spend the night looking at the stars with me. I was stunned at the response, but I didn't say a word back to him. So, for the rest of the night, we spent it by the Eiffel Tower looking at the lovely stars.

Kyle Sanmiguel

Strive for the stars

If you fall, you land on the clouds

You have to make your family proud

And inspire those around

Until you've found

What's been missing all along 

And finally be where you belong

Stand tall

So you'll never fall 

Under the influence that you're too small

The world's big enough for all

So enjoy your life

Make it right

Even if it takes all night

Until you meet your dreams

And find what it all really means

Angelica Garcia- period 03

Our generation will be known for nothing. 

Never will anybody say. 

We were the peak of mankind. 

That is wrong, the truth is 

Our generation was a failure. 

Thinking that 

We actually succeeded

Is a waste. And we know 

Living only for money and power 

Is the way to go. 

Being loving, respectful and kind 

Is a dumb thing to do. 

Forgetting about that time. 

Will not be easy, but we will try. 

Changing our world for the better 

Is something we never did, 

Giving up

Was how we handled our problems 

Working hard was a joke. 

We knew that 

People thought we couldn't come back 

That might be true. 

Unless we turn things around 

(Read from bottom to top now) 

this is alanis mendez period 03

A memory long lost.

A thought thats unredeemed. 

A moment that once was my youth.

In the distance I feel, I see, I think about what could've been if 

My childhood remained. 

A memory ceased. 

A thought that's far. 

A moment in life, which i'll never get back. 

Broken

Ever experienced the feeling?

The feeling of wanting something so bad?

Getting your hopes up really high?

Then believing you finally had it

In the palm of your hand? 
but then all of a sudden you're let down.

Completely broken;

Just like a piece of glass that falls

onto the concrete floor,

and shatters into millions of tiny pieces.
Then you find yourself trying to pick every single piece up

Piece by piece, as you're slowly trying to put it all together

you start seeing all the cracks

and no matter what you try,

you can't conceal them. 

-by Gisselle Murillo

Mr Winfrey everyone is so confused where to put this blog thingy so here's mine did I do this right??

We Are Human

 

I am a girl

Small and “innocent”

Weak and powerless

I am a girl

 

You are a boy

Rough and “macho”

Strong and powerful

You are a boy

 

So does this mean that I,

As a girl,

Should not be in a ring, on a mat, on the street,

Kicking your ass?

Because I can.

 

So does this mean that you,

As a boy,

Are not allowed to cry or show feelings,

Have to hold it all in?

Because you don’t.

 

Girls cry, boys cry.

Boys fight, girls fight.

I do not ever have to make you a sandwich

You do not ever have to do everything I say

We do not have to live by stereotypes.

 

We are one

Small and innocent

Strong and powerful

Humans

Who never have to live by a stereotype.

-Diana Perez

Who are you?

who are you
really?

you are not a name
or a height, or a weight
or a gender
you are not an age
and you are not where you
are from

you are your favorite books
and the songs stuck in your head
you are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast
on Saturday mornings

you are a thousand things
but everyone chooses
to see the million things
you are not

you are not
where you are from
you are
where you are going
and I'd like
to go there
too

-Stella McMillan

       The girls swallowed by Whales are the ones that grow up lucky. 

     No one can warn you about the boys with the dopey eyes and the glass cut fists. No one can warn you about how their smiles will always be warmer than their words, or how their glances will always be sweater than their intentions. 

No one can warn you the shier weight you will have to carry. 

     We're the ones who shove fish hooks down our throats in an attempt to lure out of hearts. We're the ones that throw those hooked hearts into the ocean. Regardless of whether or not our message had a bottle. 

     And listen, sometimes fish swallow them. And some of them sink to the bottom of the ocean with the weigh of the world in their stomachs. But sometimes those fish grow wings.

     So, I can tell you to try to grow a feathered heart, but one day, most days, you won't be the girl with wings. Most days you'll understand the deepness if the ocean, and the weeping of the whales. And you can try to break from your heavy bones, and you can try to forget the whales mournful song. But you will fail, and your heavy heart won't even be able to imagine the weightlessness of sea form. 

     So, you can try to unwrap your blackbird feathered heart or unravel the whale song from your heart. But Pangaea will never fit itself together again, and you will never be able to swallow back your heart

     But even if you might not have a sea foam smile, or a hooked feathered heart, you can still throw yourself into the ocean after it. You can chase your weighed heart to the bottom if the sea, you can squeeze out every ounce of song from it, and you can sing your pain into poetry.

     So listen, the girls with heavy hearts will swallow the warm nothings and shove fish hooks down their throats to lure their Pacific weighed hearts out. But the girls with the heavy hearts are the girls who will dive after them. And while they'll sink the whales, hearing the mournful song pour from her eyes, will swallow her.

     And the whale will grow wings.

Poem

 Wars.

Some wars end in peace, while others end in rage and anger. Other wars end in giving hope, while others destroyed it. But none of them are as scary or frightening as the war that we have to fight in. This was is the war where we are a blink away from dying. Some of us already died here. Some are still fighting and aren't giving up.

For the people that haven't gone through this war, you're lucky. You are lucky hat you won't see the blood that you will spill or the blood that would come from you. But just know that it is coming and once it is here, there is no going back. Because in this war, we are at the moment where we can have one more breath or one more breath of life. 

         It's up to you.

How To Be An American Teenage Idiot by Jasmine Cerna

 Dear my loving dairy,      

      

      Hello. I'm Charlotte but everyone calls me Charlie. I don't really having nothing to do till I leave next month to the great New York City. So, I will be writing to you my humble dairy that has to hear all about my amazing life as an American teenage idiot. Lets start off with how my glorious week began. It was 4th or 5th period when my dearest old friend had presented his report. Soon it had ended with:    

    

      "Aren't you tired of fixing the things that shouldn't have been broken in the first place?" asked the lovely John. He stares at me while saying thanks to Mr. Tate knowing that I know that his stupid report about failure was about me. I don't understand how we got to this point of him hating my guts and wanting me to leave out of state already. I know that I'm not like the most honest nor caring friend in the world but I'm not the one who ratted him out. 

        The thing is that everyone already knew about "his secret" that wasn't even a real secret. But you know once you tell someone the whole damn world fines out. He wanted people to know and this should be like weight being lifted off his shoulders. Nope, not for him. The thing about John is that no matter what he does he has to put the fault on someone. And that would be me. Hello everyone I'm Charlie and I'm the failure to John's life. The damn baby that can't accept that his boyfriend doesn't want him since he came out the closet.

         I don't know how he's even going to live without me. I have always been his go to girl for like everything. He will miss me sooner or later. He better hope its soon so we can both go live in New York City together and get out of this hell whole of a town. But for right now I'm going to sleep in my ordinary bed, in my ordinary house, and in my ordinary town. Talk to you later. 

                                                                                                                          Your True Love,

                                                                                                                              Charlie Babe