Student Rap

I've got a busy life ya know,
Let's start with track.
On your marks, Go!
It gets a little late
Like the other night,
When we got back at eight

You ready for this? I'll extend your comprehension
All you boys who think cheer isn't a sport
But let's see you try an elevator, ball-up, extension
I'm a base, we're the flyer's floor
My group is Macey, Danielle, and Abby
Our squad's the bomb, now let's hear a little more

What about school? Science and math?
They should teach us something useful
Like hygiene, man you need a bath!
The teachers all screaming 'cause you late
Assignments missing
(Forgot the date)
And what about School Fusion?
Supposed to be helpful, it's more of a chore
Just another thing to add to my confusion.

So I'm exhausted, I need a nap
Goodbye now,
and I hope you enjoyed my student rap.

Retelling Bitterblue

In the book Bitterblue, the main character is overwhelmed from dealing with the death of her parents, not knowing who to trust, and from being the queen of a land she knows nothing about. Fed up, she decides to disguise herself and explore the city. After several nights of sneaking into a story-room, she becomes friends with two strangers and realizes she has found the one thing she has been looking for, the truth.

Memoir

That day started just like any other typical day.  Sunny, a couple clouds, a slight breeze.  I was riding my bike up and down the hill that was my grandparents' road.  The road was cracked like a broken mirror  and desperately needed to be filled in with tar. It was summer, and summer in Wisconsin was that time of year when you get so many mosquito bites it looks like you have chicken pox. (Honestly, I don't know why anyone would want to live in a state that's full of people that look like diseased cheeseheads.)

So there I was, being a kid, when yet another blasted mosquito came and bit my arm. At this point, I was riding down the hill, so I didn't want to let go of the handle bars.  But it itched so bad! Leaving the safety of the handlebars, I let go with one arm and scratched the other.  I was gifted one glorious moment of relief before the front wheel of the bike hit a big crack in the road. I flew off the bike and landed on the ground with a thud.

Shakily, I stood up and reached up to take off my helmet (Thank God I had worn it).  As I moved my right arm, pain shot from my elbow to my shoulder.  Tears welled in my eyes as I cradled my arm and started walking back to the house.

As I walked up the pebbled driveway, I saw my brother staring at me. Just staring at me.  Why isn't he doing anything to help me? I would later learn that he thought that I was just freaking out because I saw a bug.  (Yeah, like I'm the one who freaks out at bugs.)

When I walked through the door, my mom heard me crying and she quickly came over to me.  She walked me to the bathroom and sat me down on the edge of the bathtub.  When I had calmed down, she asked me what happened and what hurt.  I told her what happened and that my right shoulder and elbow hurt the most.  My dad dropped in the bathroom and instead of asking whether or not I was okay, he asked where my bike was. "Oh, real nice Peter." My mom said.

"What?  I don't want the bike to get ran over."

"Your daughter is bleeding!"

Through gritted teeth, I told him that I had left my bike and my helmet on the side of the road.  He left and my mom shook her head and started cleaning the graze on my knee.

By the time my dad had come back in the house, my knee had been cleaned and my elbow and shoulder were covered in Neosporin and gauze pads.  Chuckling softly, my dad handed me my helmet and pointed to the dent on the right side.  "That dent would have been in your head had you not worn your helmet."

Shivering slightly, I set the helmet aside and almost subconsciously felt the side of my head.  A couple cuts and bruises were nothing compared to brain damage. Just imagine if you had gotten permanent brain damage just from one little measly mosquito bite.....

One Of My Favorite Memories (The First Time I Remember Sledding)

The first thing I remember was the shock of feeling the snowflake land on my face.  I gasped and snapped my head back.  I saw the  tiny flakes drift down from the sky.  One of them landed on my eyelash and my vision was momentarily blurred as it melted.  My mom called me over to help unload the sleds and then we started the trek up the hill.  My excitement heightened as we neared the top.  I was starting to get tired, but I was so close.  The determination rose up inside me and I plowed through the last feet of snow.  Finally, I was at the top.  I looked back at where I had walked.  My footprints were tiny next to those of my parents.  Other than our tracks, there was nothing marking the slope of the hill.  

My brother (of course) was the first one down the hill.  I watched him whiz down the hill and then slow to a stop as the slope lessened.  I wanted to go next.  I sat down in the sled and pushed off the ground.  As I gained speed I gripped the rope tighter, and then laughed at my fear of falling off the sled.  I loosed my grip again and even let go with one hand.  I let the free hand trail along in the snow on the outside of the sled.  All too soon, I was at the bottom of the hill.  Once again I walked up the slope.  When I reached the top, I got an idea.  I went back farther and got a running start.  Just before the hill started to slant, I jumped in the sled.  I was going double the speed than I was the first time.  The wind that whipped my face was so cold that my eyes started to water.  I slowed down and continued the pattern of going up and then back down.  

Before I knew it, we were packing up and I was climbing in the car.  As we drove away, I looked back at the hill that was covered with footsteps and sled tracks.  I smiled, knowing that we had left our mark on the mountain.

The Most Important Part (DWA)

There are a lot of people that think the brain is the most important part of the body.  Others think it’s the heart, or even our legs.  We have to realize that in fact all of us are wrong.  Think of the human body as a factory, and all of our organs and body parts as employees.  All of the employees have an important job, but they also depend on the other employees to do their jobs.  If something were to  go wrong it would be like a chain reaction of disaster.  The brain, the heart, and the legs are all needed to make humans function.

The brain is what makes us move.  It’s where our thoughts come from.  Think of it as the control center for our body , or the manager of a factory.  It gives out the commands.  Without it, we wouldn’t be able to do anything.   The brain is the most vital for our physical being.

The heart is also important  physically because it pumps blood through our bodies.  If our hearts stop pumping, we stop moving, and the whole factory shuts down.  Emotionally, we need our hearts as well.  Love comes from the heart.  Sometimes love is the only reason we get up in the morning, the only reason we keep going.   For without love, there is no life. 

Though without legs, we have no destination. A life without a destination is a life without a point. There is no stopping point if there is no starting point.  If you don’t have legs, you can’t go anywhere.  We need our legs to keep the factory running.

All three of these body parts are important, and none of them more than another.  The brain cannot do anything without the heart, and the legs can’t do anything without the brain.  Everything in the human body depends on another thing in order to function.  The ability to depend on others is what makes us human.  We have to realize that before we go around saying who’s the most important.

Quote

"I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later."-Mitch Hedberg

The author of this quote was trying to say that he didn't like the phrase "follow your dreams" because,according to the original quote, you would never catch up to your dreams.  He changed the typical phrase so that the message is different.  In his version of the phrase, his message humorously says that you should catch up with your dreams.   

I completely agree with this quote. His modern touch on an old phrase is excellent and I love the humor in it.

I can connect to this because I too do not like the phrase "follow your dreams".  Instead I say "run along with them".  I'm glad someone else had the same point of view as me.