Today I return to school after being out for a while. My mother & I had a deadline to find a place. So last week we were stressing out trying to find a place. No worries. A place has been found. That's not the story I was going to tell though, today was Story Slam day in Chase's story telling course. I had completely forgotten about it. First of all I walked into class slightly late. Lucky for me they hadn't begun the slam so I didn't interrupt any one's story or anything of that nature. When I walked in Chase said "Hello" & I took a seat in one of the open chairs near Kelly. I took a second to observe the room and listen to what Chase was telling the class. I quickly remember what the date was, it was Tue. Story Slam is always on Tue. Ironically the theme was " if I had known then". I was a nervous wreck most of the slam hoping that I wasn't chosen, because I had no story to tell. Boy I tell you " if I had known then" well before then that I should of had one prepared I would of been far more relaxed.
So I had the greatest intention to right another story about the theme "If I would have known". I just finished writing a pretty great story about my old job and all my wonderful memories. Then as soon as I went to post it my wifi SHUT OFF! ARE YOU SERIOUS? I lost everything :(
"The 1st person we have up today in out first ever poetry slam....is....." This was the first part of the sentence that would begin what could have been a life time. But a good story always has a beginning so let me go there...
"oh yeah...thats right...todays the first poetry slam" I said, walking into Mr. Chases room today at C - Band. I walk to the back...i carefully look over each chair to see which one im going to sit in. after i finally find my seat, i notice the smell of tea, coffee and cookies filling the room. "Dang...forgot my mug..." "Ok Class, take your seats" Mr chase echoed to the room.
"The 1st person we have up today in out first ever poetry slam....is....." This was the first part of the sentence that would begin what could have been a life time. But a good story always has a beginning so let me go there...
"oh yeah...thats right...todays the first poetry slam" I said, walking into Mr. Chases room today at C - Band. I walk to the back...i carefully look over each chair to see which one im going to sit in. after i finally find my seat, i notice the smell of tea, coffee and cookies filling the room. "Dang...forgot my mug..." "Ok Class, take your seats" Mr chase echoed to the room.
Girl on the phone- Meet me at 8th street... my baby father mom wants to talk to me about something... don't worry we can roll up at they house.... no we won't be late for work...
During a walk home from school in freshman year i was walking with Perry and like the weird person i am i decided to grab perry and remind her that she's a person, also to say hi. during this grab a ridiculously oversized icicle fell down and landed where Perry would've been if she continued to walk. We just kind of stared at it for a while before it sunk in. My random bouts of insanity actually saved someone's life, or at least someone from serious pain.
Seeing everyone with balloons and flowers was upsetting but I realized
today is just another day, he shows me he loves me everyday but a
balloon wouldn't hurt.
My oldest sister Katie who is the College Neighborhood Coordinator at Penn State main is in the process of making State Patty's Day less reckless as it has been in the past. In effort, she and other volunteers and students are encouraging families to be present while the unofficial day is being celebrated. They believe that mere presence of families people will mostly like be reluctant to (for example) urinate in public. In addition, an off-campus union is tactfully planning to hand out free pretzels. With food in these peoples' stomachs, puking and alcohol poisoning are more preventative. Thousands of students from other universities plan on attending the event. From the past few years, it has been shown that those who cause the most trouble have not been from the university. My sister and her supporters' goals are not to create an "anti-drinking army" but rather keep the community under control and still have fun. Hopefully those who are visiting from outside the university won't trash the campus this year.
She says if I attend, she will be sure to tell everyone that I am her sister. Mind you, she will be running down the street wearing a bright yellow hat and wearing a shirt that says "sober is sexy!"
So after endless amounts of applications, envelopes and books of stamps I finally found the college I want to spend the next four years of my life. Wagner is my college the hunter green color with long intelligent walks in NY is where I belong. During the college experience I applied to several places to be exact 12 and this was the last college so it's fate I go there. My heart is set on Wagner college I just gotta get accepted first then NY here I come Idk life's surprising like that I had one idea now I'm doing a whole 180 on my thought process.
I feel that my art is a representation of who I am and what I like. When it came to drawing my face I knew before hand that I would have problems since I never felt I was good at proportion on a face, or at drawing noses. But after talking to my father, who is an artist, I figured them out. I also had a lot of help from my friends with their, 'constructive' criticism. I had been so used to drawing in the anime form which didn't focus on the nose of mouth, and had different proportions. Then when I had to draw my hand, something that I had always struggled to draw, I had to push myself to my limits. I thank Ms. Hull for giving us things that we NEEDED to draw, or else I would have stuck to my norm and never be able to say that I at least tried. Now I am truly proud of the art work that I have posted here.
My face in charcoal My face in pencil My hand drawing Full body Clear bottle (big)
Long ago there was a gnome Who ate every piece of food in Rome When he was done, he we home Skated along the shiny chrome Thoughts racing through his little dome When he arrived, he settled into the loam But not long after, his mouth started to foam
You see, the gnome had rabies Such a sad, sad disease Kills many Killed this gnome Might kill you
Studying for tests, completing projects
and finishing my homework each night seems to come easy to me.My 8th grade teacher called
in “playing school” and it’s a game I’ve always won. However the good grades
and friendly teachers come with a price.Though I never understood it, there were always people who disliked me,
maybe even hated me because I always pushed myself.And while that sometimes bothered me, the worst part of
being so “perfect” in everyone’s eyes was the stress that I deemed necessary to
maintain that perfection.
I started my college process like
every other student: with the SATs.However, unlike most students, I had spent the proceeding 4 months
reviewing sentence structure, math concepts and reading techniques.I took practice sections almost every
week; I would shut my door and inform the entire house that no one was to
disturb me while I prepared for my future.Now, that seriousness makes me laugh, but between the
regular SATs and then the subject test, it was my life for almost a year.
Now I’m sure most of you are
thinking, “she’s crazy.”Go ahead,
admit it.I feel the same way
sometimes.I push myself way to
hard and worry about things that while important, aren’t that important.
I remember working on my Georgetown
application and staring at my computer for almost 5 minutes before actually
submitting it.Again, I needed to
recheck everything, ensuring that it was perfect.It was my first choice and I knew I’d be devastated if I
wasn’t accepted.The month and a
half wait to hear the committee’s decision almost killed me.You can ask my friends; I talked about
it constantly.“You’ll get in,
Taylor.Stop freaking out.”“But what if..” was the chorus on
replay in my head.
On the Monday before I was supposed
to find out, I was called to Ms. Hirshfield’s.I didn’t know what it was about, but I figured a college had
sent me a package, which wasn’t uncommon.I walk in and she’s beaming.I give her the awkward, “I don’t know what’s going on, but it must be
good” eyebrow raise.
“So… Georgetown,” she prompted.
“I don’t hear till Wednesday,” I
answered.
She was still grinning and then it
hit me.
“I got in! I got in!” All of a
sudden I was jumping and clapping.No, it was not one of my most modest moments, but I didn’t care.I was too happy for words.
I called my mom, who shared my
excitement.“I knew you would,
honey.”My dad was even more blunt
over the news.“Yeah.. and?It’s not like I didn’t expect it.”Each one of my friends echoed their
sentiments.“Of course you did,
congrats!”“We knew you would,
Taylor.”
The more people I told, the more
annoyed I got.Was the
accomplishment less impressive because it was expected? Even worse, if everyone
else had knew, why hadn’t I?I
couldn’t help but wonder, If I had known
that everything would work out in the end, would I have let stress dictate my
entire high school career?
When I was I think about eight or nine years old I when
through this face where I would mimic everything someone said to me. I was also
a snitch, I mean I’m not anymore but I was back then. I grew up with my two
older sisters and they hated me because I was always telling on them. Like I
would eavesdrop while they were on the phone and then later tell my mom what
they said. So this one-day they told my mom that they were going to hang out
with their girl friends but really they went out with their boy friends. When I
found out I couldn’t wait to tell my mom. I mean you no what snitchers like
best is to snitch. So as soon as my mom got home from work I ran to her and
told her what had happen. Boy was my mom mad, she grabbed her belt and you know
what happen next lol. At the time I was all smiles well not for long, the next
day when my mom went to work I was done for. Both my sisters grabbed me and
locked me up in my mom’s room until my mom was about to get off work and they
let me out like they didn’t do anything. Well you know what I did, I told mom
what they did to me. And once again you know what my mom did to them. I think
it was like a day a two later I was on it again I kept mimicking my oldest
sister, but what I forgot was that she had an anger problem. So I kept repeating
everything she said. We were both standing on the top of the stairs like in the
little hall. And she was like “Arthurline stop repeating everything I
say”.And I was like Precious stop
repeating everything I say. “I’m not playing with you”. I’m not playing with
you. “I swear I will punch you down the stairs”. Now we both know that was not
the best idea to repeat what she had just said but knowing me I did anyway. And
before I realize I was already rolling down the stairs. That was the last thing
I remembered. When I woke up I was in the hospital with bandages on my nose.
After an hour my mom asked me if I remember what had happen and boy did I
remember lol. I told her everything and once again my sister got in trouble;
and she had to take care of me and feed me until got better. If I knew than
what I know now I would have never mimic my sister and I would have never
gotten a broken nose.
So today I had plans with Rumman but things didn’t work out
the way it should have. Like today is so beautiful outside so we were thinking
about hanging out and then going to Red Lobster for dinner. But unfortunately
we were both so tired that we decided to cancel until tomorrow. Hopefully
everything goes on as planned tomorrow because I am craving some shrimp. But
since we didn’t go today I have time to go online and look at the menu so that
I can be ready for tomorrow. Adios Amigos!
Maxine
is a girl who has just reached puberty. Her mother sat her down to tell her
about a very important story that most not repeats itself. Her mother tells her
that it is a warning so that she too isn’t forgotten. What do you mean mom why
would I be forgotten Maxine asked her mother. You’ll find out after I tell you
the story. And her mom went on talking, this story is about your "No Name
Aunt" her mother said. What my “No Name Aunt"? Was that her name
Maxine asked, my Aunt name is no name? I don’t understand I’ve never heard
about her before. Exactly her mother replied it’s because she has been
forgotten. Why was she forgotten Maxine asked with curiosity. Her mother began
to speak and than she stopped and said, this is a secret and must not be told
to anyone else. Why are you talking about mom you are scaring me. This story is
about premarital sex.
What?
Just listen the no name aunt was your father's sister who committed suicide by
jumping into the family well. Because of her forbidden behavior she was
forgotten and the family acts as though she had never been born. What did she
do so wrong to cause her to be forgotten by her own family Maxine asked, she
had premarital sex. What exactly happen? That’s all you need to know her mother
responded. Remember never to do something that is forbidden so that you too won’t
be forgotten. Also remember, you must not tell anyone what I have told you her
mother said as she walked away. Leaving Maxine with a lot of unanswered questions.
Most people talk about how smart, or cute their pets are. They say that they can do trick and just be as cute as can be. My cats....aren't like that. We got them at an animal shelter (which I also volunteer at). The oldest is smokey and the baby would be Pecan Swirl. The two are total opposites
The first week we brought them home, something odd kept happening. One of the two..was going to the bathroom all over the place. We didn't know who it was, so we kept making sure they knew where the litter box was. Well, it didn't work; it kept happening and so we started blaming Smokey for it because we thought that because she's the oldest, her memory must be shot. So, Smokey was punished each time it happened. One day, I was in my room and Smokey came up to me. She meowed and pointed towards the door, as if to say "come with me please". So, I followed her. This cat was smart enough to go to the litter box and showed me that she knew how to use it. I was stunned. Most cats just take it, but Smokey wouldn't have any of it. She's too smart.
Pecan, on the other hand, isn't that smart. Not that I think she's stupid but...that's another story
Falling too fast Clearly rules don't apply Can't believe that I just met you You got me here, watching minutes passing by Wondering when to expect you.
