3

FYI:
Three isn't
the magic number

A group of
3 doesn't ever
ever work
because
someone always
gets left out

That is not
a good feeling
at all
Getting left out
in a group of three

What if you don't want
to tell the other two that you
are feeling left out?

What if they
don't think
they are being the
excluders?

The list of
what
ifs? goes
on forever

After all three
is most certainly not
the magic number..

:)

ENTROP.

Quote

To say I love you is one thing
To mean it is another
And to prove it is the hardest...
- Abbey Van Hulle

Friendship Quote

“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”

“To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.”

“A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are.”

<3

Quote

"You Must Be The Change You Want To See In The World"

- Mahatma Gandhi

No longer

No longer will
I put up with you
and your
silly ways

No longer will
You continue to cause problems
for me
each day

No longer will
I come home crying because
of
you

No longer will
I have to suffer
and be treated like
this

No longer do
I deserve to
put in so
much effort
and never
get anything
in
return

But Now
I will be happy
and I won't worry
about all the problems
you've
cause for
me

And Now I can
spend
time with people
who I enjoy
spending time with

No Longer
will I put
up with
you.

Promotion

Tonight is finally the night of promotion. I have been waiting for this fabulous night for almost two years! I got the perfect dress and shoes as well. A white dress with a satin sash and a sparkle floral pattern all ofver the dress. There are also white roses on my sash. My shoes are a shiny silver and compliment my dress wonderfully! The next best part about promotion is that I'm getting my hair done, the only bad part is I'm a little worried that my hair might not look good. I will just have to wait and see. Lastly are having pictures at mine and Julia's house:) It's almost like we are getting ready for a big dance, just like we will in highschool! Finally we then go to the ceremony and dance. Personally I think the dance will be the best part and I can't wait until tonight!

Trouble....

I'm in trouble
I'm an addict
I'm addicted to this guy
He's got my heart tied in a knot
And my stomach in a whirl

-NeverShoutNever<3

Summertime

I think about you in the summertime,
And all the good times we had, baby,
Been a few years and I can't deny,

The thought of you still makes me crazy,
I think about you in the summertime,
I'm sittin' here in the sun with you on my mind.
You're my, my summertime.

-New Kids ON The Block<3

Hallelujah

Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Lyrics by: Leonard Cohen

It'll be good

It'll be good
when we all get
to come home
safe
and sound


It'll be good
when we dont fight
any
longer

It'll be good
when we
actually can
work things out
and go back
to the wonderful way
we used to be
together
in love

It'll be good
when your pain stops
and you realize that
it will all be better
you just have
to wait and see

It'll be good
when all of these
wishes or hopes
actually come true

It'll be good
when you come back
to me
and realize
you don't want anyone
else but me

It'll be good
when I get out
of here
just for a little while
no more drama
and no more
worrying


It'll be good...

Buzz!

I have
this great
friend
named Buzz

We like to
drop milk
in the road
and call
Pammy
She says
"Dont worry"
"The cats will get it later!"

We also love
the Waldorf school
even though we
have
no idea
what it really is

Buzz is one of my bestfriends
and i never
want to let go
of the fun times
and never
ever
let go our
friendship

I love you buzz!

Blue Skies

Blue Skies
are up above
Filled end to end
with smooth
white clouds

I wish
I could just fly
up
into those blue skies

Blue skies every
morning
I see them
Up there
Un-disuturbed and beautiful

If only we all could go
up to the
blue skies
It would be magical
and un-real

Blue Skies
are up above
Filled end to end
with smooth
white clouds

Drop the World

So I pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your head
Yeah,I'ma pick the world up
And I'ma drop it on your head

Yeah, and I could die now, rebirth,
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth,
I'm gone, I'm gone

-Lil' Wayne

So confused

So confused
about many things

Why do
they all of a sudden
act like
we don't even
know eachother

Oh, but remember
you can only have two people
in your life
no more
and no less
Shut the rest of the world out

You only need those two people
now
Goodbye
to your old friends

As you shut the
rest of the
world out
things are
Divided I supposed
Into two groups
It hurts
to see things
come to this

So confused about many
things

More interesting pieces from 1st grade:)

For both of these stories they are far more entertaining to actually read the real pieces because the pictures are cute and the spelling/punctuation is really funny;)Also numerous letters and numbers are written backwards and upside down:)


I am thank for by Abbey V.
This is a little book I wrote when I was in first grade.

Page 1:
I am thankful for my mom.

Page 2:
I am thankful for my dad.

Page 3:
I am thanful for my brathr.

Page 4:
I am thankful for my sister

The End.


My Farm Book written in first grade
By: Abbey Van Hulle

Page 1:
I the olden bays horses were used for travel or to do work.

Page 2:
Chickens lay eggs chickens give us food.

Page 3:
Sheep give us wool.

Page 4:
Pig give us bacon sausage ham pork chops and footballs.

Page 5:
Cows give us millk icecream yogurt and butter. Cows give us beef.

The End.

Writer's Workshop

These are just some of the entries I had written in my Writer's Workshop book, when I was in 1st grade. Also the year is 2002, and see if you can figure out what I tried to say. Lastly I had to change a lot of the punctuation to make it readable. Enjoy!

9-12
I wans had a cat rpelr pelr he was kewt and hes lef

9-17
I hav frans thier names ar jassica(Jessica) and Bake(Becky). We play brbe(Barbies). I love my frans. I mat Bake(Becky) wan I was 2. I mat jassica(Jessica) at my hows.

9-18
Zoe is my rand. Zoe liks me. We like to play to gthr. I like zoe. I will kam ovr to hr hows we will play brbe.

9-26
Today I met red my book to my klas. Ir and I did. I was happy and I kat wat ent al I pib lehs a nahr book.

11-7
On MonDay it was my Dad's Birthday. I made a picshr. My brath made foot booll picshr. Me and my Mom got hem a woch. He had a grat Birthday. I love My Dad.

11-12
I like bascitboll. I like to paly it wih my dad and gapay. My mom paly it wan hse was in hisoohcl. My favrit bascitboll tem is The Baks. I will paly it wan I am in hisookl. The End.

11-21 Bad I deya nabr 100 navr avr roller skate weh yor dog. Bad I deya nabr 2003 navr avr japo af a klif. Bad I deya nabr 3003 navr avr pal a cats tayl. Bad I deya nabr 3002. Navr avr pat a por cu pine. Bad I deya nadr 2002 nav avr lok yor babe sitr ot av the hoves. Bad I deya nabr 1004 navr writ in a library book.

12-17 Zoe and Sarah C aer my best friends. We play to getherthr at reses. and we awes play on the bee hiyv. Sarah C. cam wans to my houes and wan I'm feeling sad Sarah macs me happy. And Zoe is going to come to play at my house. and I will go to zoe's houes too.

My room

Walk in
to
see blue walls
my favorite
color

Shells, shells, and more shells
my dead Star fish
seem to come
alive on
the
walls

Pictures of my
friends and
I
Happy times
Good times
That I will
always remember

Beach theme
my favorite
as well

I love
my
blue walls
and beachy room

That is simply
my
room.

Wizard of Oz

This weekend my drama classes performed the play, The Wizard of Oz. It went amazing, according to my parents and other family memebers. I have never been in drama, and it was really fun to act on stage in front of a crowd. Although I did not have a huge part, it was still a really good experiance. At the start of the week, it seemed like the play was going to be a disaster. As practice ended on wednesday I mentioned to my dad, " This play is going to be horrible dad...". He simply replied, " Don't worry you'll be super surprised as to how the play will just come together." At first I didn't believe him, but in the end he was right. After the final show was done and I walked into the foyer area of the highschool everyone came and hugged me. That was one of the best feelings ever, just being praised by everyone and feeling happy. For one long week, it payed off to produce a great play!

Homework

Lately teachers have been giving so much homework, which I really do not like. Teachers don't understand that we actually have lives and we play sports and do other out of school activites. I know that last week was super hectic with the play, and every night I was up until at least 10 every night doing homework. Then the nexts days I was super tired and was having trouble focussing in class. Teachers seriously need to stop giving so much homework! Also its towards the end of the year, meaning all of us are starting to get ready for summer. Plus the weather is getting really nice, and teens don't want to sit inside doing homework. Overall teachers need to consider that students have lives and other things to do besides homework.

Sudden Fiction

Inside of Me

My parents never really understood my feelings at all. The only family member I’m close with is my older brother, Devon.Ever since my dad got that job in Dallas, my family fell apart. We used to be one of those happy “T.V. families”. The people who were always pleasant, and seemed to be the only non dysfunctional family around town. My parents used to be so happy, and I never understood how that could change. So now I am stuck in this slow, painful time in my life. I really don’t enjoy telling people about this but I’ll just tell you anyways. My dad is an alcoholic and has cheated on my mother 4 times since we have moved to Dallas. The love I used to have for my dad was so strong, but now it’s completely faded. Ever since he came home late that one summer morning, I knew something was wrong. My mother did the obvious, and tried to ignore the fact that her husband was an alcoholic. We all knew it, except for her. My dad would make up all these lame excuses as to why he would be at work longer tonight. All those nights, I lay in my bed I listen to my mom pase around the floor nervously, waiting for my dad to come home. One morning he waltzed in at around 4 am. As he slammed the door, I could just tell another fight would start to rise between my parents. I love the fact how my parents are so dumb. I can’t believe they think that my brother and I don’t know when they fight, why they fight, and that my dad is an alcoholic. I cracked my door so I could see what was going on, just in case I would need to get involved.

Anyways, my mom screamed, “Are you crazy? Its four o’clock in the morning!” as he walked through the kitchen.

He simply explained, “ It’s fine honey, go back to bed.”

He said this with the most idiotic smirk on his face. I wanted to bolt out of my room and slap him.

Then my mother yelled, “NO, NO, it’s not okay Steven!”
“You have no idea how much you hurt me when you do this”
“ I just don’t understand why you use alcohol to make you happy.” “Steven, you had a perfect family, a perfect house, a perfect job, and then you go and start drinking and it’s it’s….”

She starts to sob madly, and then finally lets out, “ IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T EVEN WANT US ANYMORE!”

My drunk father replied, “Damn it Rebecca, you don’t know anything!”

Next he holds his fist up and strikes her, and that’s when I scream for Devon. As Devon ran into the kitchen to see my mother on the floor, he jumps at my dad.

Pinning him to the ground, Devon yelled “ Abbey go call the cops right now!”

I immediately pick up the phone and explain my case. Yes, my dad was taken to jail. Yes, my mom has recovered. No, Devon and I are not okay. I just absolutely hate that the whole time my parents had no idea on how I felt. Like I explained before my parents don’t understand my feelings. They never knew that I cried in the bathroom at school, they never knew that I didn’t sleep a wink when they fought, they never knew that every day I wished for new parents, and every day they never even asked me if I was okay. I could have tried yelling at them, well at least my dad. I hope my father knows that I wish he would have thought of me before he raised his fist. This way he would have stopped and paused, to remember how much I loved him. I can’t waste my whole life wishing on how my family could have changed. For now we have moved in with my grandmother. I still get to go to the same school, Devon and I can live together, and my mom got a good paying job. Sounds like a perfect ending, but no one really knows what hurts me so badly on the inside. All you can see is the outside…

Irritating Poem

You walk in the room
Like you’re the best
I would
Have to
Disagree

Funny but
Mean
Argumentative
Strong opinions

By the way
I really am
Not irritating
You are

Mock me
I mock you back
Laugh at me
And I might laugh back

All you talk about
Is one thing
All day long
I don’t think
You could go
Five minutes
Without talking
About this topic

I think
You need help
On how to be nice
You should ask
Emily
She will teach you

Over confident
Who honestly cares
If you are better than
Me
At writing
Grow up


I don’t need you
To tell me what I do wrong
Also I don’t care that
You think I am
Irritating
Also I don’t like to take
Crap from anyone
And I have already proved that
To you

When I talk out loud
Its bad
When you talk out loud
Its okay

You don’t like me
And I don’t like you
Try looking in a mirror
Maybe you’ll find
Just why
I don’t like you

squishy rose

Okay so today during first hour emily got a squishy rose. Shortly after Rachel and Emily found out that it makes a funny noise when you hit it on someone's forehead. The best part is when you hit someone on the forehead you have to slurp. Also Mrs. Reagles told me to put this on my blog with a picture. I hope you all enjoy the picture. If you would like to be hit on the forehead with someone making a slurp noise then come and find Emily Sensiba:) Also it is a BLINKING ROSE THAT IS FEELS LIKE JELLY!!!

Day of the Butter fly

Many times in a person’s life they felt either left out or were considered the outcast. Mostly the “outcast” role is started in elementary school, although the feeling of being left out can happen at any time during life. When you are left out of anything, of course you will be sad and feel as if you are not important. With being an outcast there is almost no sense of hope, as though you will never have companionship in life. In the story, “ Day of the Butterfly” the main character is an outcast and left out during her elementary experiences. From reading "Day of the Butterfly” you begin to see real life experiances.

From beginning to end of this short story Myra Sayla is the outcast due to one reason. That reason is her little brother Jimmy isn’t potty trained. The first time he has an accident, Myra is asked to take her brother home. It almost seemed as if this news spread like wildfire throughout her class room. When Myra returns to school the next day everything seems strange, as though she was some sort of alien. At recess none of the other girls will play with her all because she has to tend to her little brother. Now Myra is considered the outcast, a loner, the weird girl whom no one wants to play with. School carries on and only one person seems to notice Myra’s struggles during recess, her teacher. As the teacher is on recess duty each day she sees Myra sitting with her brother, just waiting for someone to ask her to play. Eventually the teacher addresses to the girls in her class to include Myra and try to be nice to her. Instead of listening to the teacher, the other girls simply mock and make fun of Ms.Darling. Finally one day Myra is noticed by the narrator of the story, Helen. Helen is always included at recess, but yet still feels bad for Myra. When Helen arrives at school she views Myra walking with Jimmy. This is Helen’s moment to try to be nice to Myra, or at least say hello. Helen walks up to Myra and offers her Cracker Jack, and they being to talk. Just this short conversation seems to mean a lot to Myra, considering she is the school out cast. Although Myra’s school social life seems to be a challenge, the next event in this story makes her life even harder.

One day Myra doesn’t come to school, and Helen does notice her absence. Many more days carry on with her absence, and word around school is that Myra has fallen ill. For some of the girls this is no big deal because who really cares about the school out cast, right? To Helen it is different;she actually was starting to get to know her and now she is very sick. More days pass by and Ms.Darling comes up with an idea. All the girls in the class will go to the hospital to celebrate Myra’s birthday, even though it is in July. The day comes when the children go to see Myra, and when they arrive a stream of happiness seems to fill her life. All these girls brought presents just for her! Now Myra will possibly start to get friends, and have a social life if she ever recovers from being sick. Towards the end of the story Myra calls for Helen and asks if she wants to have a play date when she finally gets back to school. Helen agrees and when you read this part of the story you feel happy that Myra may be on her way to a social life. Hopefully one day Myra will feel the joy, once more if she ever returns to school.

From learning more about the story line, you see how realistic the main characters life is. From personal experience I know that there is such thing as being an outcast or feeling left out. In elementary school I remember hearing one of my friends talk about having a play date, and I shortly found out that I was not invited. The feeling of hearing this news made me want to cry and I just didn’t understand how I got excluded from this play date. Myra felt left out at school because no one wanted to play with her. The events in Myra’s life are also comparable to the book Speak. The two main characters in these stories are definitely outcast at school. The only difference is that Myra is an outcast due to her brother and the Melinda from Speak called the cops because of a horrific event. From personal experience of being left out and comparing another main character from Speak you are shown how things like this can happen.

All in all “Day of the Butterfly” shows that kids can become outcasts in elementary school. From this story there is a major lesson learned. The lesson would be treat others as you would like to be treated. Myra was treated as an outcast, a loner, and the weird girl. I’m positive that the girls that did not include her would not like to be treated like she was. The story “Day of the butterfly” truly does show that kids are mean in elementary school, and that you should only treat people the way you would like to be treated.

Strange Couple

Strange Couple

Grungy brown hair
Orthopedic shoes
Navy Sweatshirt
Not my type at all
But to her, I guess that’s her type

Hands
Twined together
Small hands
Fake blonde hair

Girlfriend and Boyfriend or just dating?
Can’t tell which one
Strange couple
Either way

I see a strange couple
They see a perfect one
Ripped jeans
Grey skinny jeans

Will they last?
My bet is
No longer
Than a week

"The Story of an Hour"

Imagine being told your husband is dead. As the horrific news strikes your mind, tears flood your face. The world seems to be chaos for a long period of time. Once the tears stop flowing out your eyes, you realize everything will be okay. This is the way the main character feels in “The Story of an Hour”. Throughout the story symbolism and plots are key to figuring out what mode of literature it really is.

To begin this story with death you really start to get a sense that, “ The Story of an Hour” is a tragedy. Also a tragedy begins with a conflict, which in this case is the death of Mr. Mallard. When the wife of Mr. Mallard, Mrs. Mallard, receives the news she immediately starts to cry in shock. Now the next plot in the story is a little bit strange, but still follows along with the plot line of a tragedy. Mrs. Mallard starts walking up the stairs, which relates to the next plot of a tragedy. She experiences a rise to power and by walking up the stairs she realizes new opportunities. All the years she had been married, she just sat around doing nothing. Now that she is “free”, Mrs. Mallard will be able to do what she wants and not be told what to do by her husband. Hopefully things will work out as planned, even though her husband is dead.

In addition to the previous two plots, the next few scenes show how much of a tragedy this odd story is. Since Mrs. Mallard is realizing new opportunities she becomes too hopeful of the new experiences she will have, due to her husband’s death. As she imagines more freedom than ever before, a tragic flaw strikes within the story. While Mrs. Mallard sits in her room just thinking, she realizes that she never really had to get married. Although during the time period this story was written, women were looked down if they were not married. Years and years of being stuck in a boring marriage, she was wasting her life away. The next part in a tragedy goes to a tragic fall for the main character. Mrs. Mallard suddenly walks down the stairs and sees her husband standing there. How can she even grasp the thought her husband was alive all along, and now she will be stuck once again.

For once Mrs. Mallard would be free to do as she wanted. When she views Mr. Mallard standing there, she can’t handle the shock. The final plot in a tragedy is death or symbolism of death. Mrs. Mallard actually dies right on the spot! Many would question the author as to why he made Mrs. Mallard die, but it could have only been to follow the tragedy plot lines. Now that Mrs. Mallard is dead and Mr. Mallard is alive the story seems a little confusing.

Equally important to the plot line of this tragic story is the symbolism. With using symbolism in the story it makes sense as to why the symbols are used. At the beginning of “ The Story of an Hour” Mrs. Mallard walks up stairs. Going up stairs is usually a good thing, and it is because she realizes new opportunities. Also later she walks down the stairs, meaning that something bad will most likely happen. As she went down the stairs, Mrs. Mallard sees her husband standing there. Who knew that the stairs were such great symbols? The last symbol is what makes most people confused. The last name of the main character is Mallard, and a Mallard is a duck that mates for life with its partner. From doing research about the bird, you see that maybe Mrs. Mallard was meant to be with her husband for life, even though she didn’t enjoy it. From all the symbols you get a better understanding of why the author had the symbols in the tragedy.

All in all “The Story of an Hour” is really a tragedy. From the perfect match up to the plot lines and the symbols all the evidence is there to find that it is a tragedy. From this story you learn that the author doesn't want you to live your life the way others want it to be. So live life to the fullest, despite what society thinks.

Creative essay number two

Creative Essay
1.18.2010


The one memory I don’t like from my child hood is the one of getting a concussion. To make matters worse it happened on Friday the thirteenth. I had never believed in this strange day, but ever since my concussion on that night it made me see that sometimes weird things really do happen on Friday the thirteenth.

I remember being in the car with Abbey going to our friend, Alex’s birthday party at the Pettit National Ice Center. For some reason I felt weird and a little sick to my stomach. After we arrived Abbey and I went downstairs to where everyone was. Later we got our skates and headed for the ice. My best friend Becky was there skating circles around everyone because she was on a Ice Skating team. Most watched in awe seeing how she could turn circles and skate backwards. I knew I could never do any of this stuff, but I could do one turn on my rollerblades. I figured, “ If I could do the turn on the cement, why couldn’t I do it on ice?” This turned out to be not the best idea, resulting in me falling on my face. Yes this does sound quite humorous but really it wasn’t.
Being in fifth grade I was very scared after I feel and started crying for help. I’m not sure why I started yelling for someone to help me up, but I mainly believe I was just freaked out to stand. Next I remember being taken downstairs with Abbey and Becky by my sides. Alex’s mom asked the concession man for any kind of ice, and put the ice bag in a hat to keep on my head. I continued crying waiting for my mom to come get me. As she ran down the stairs to where I was she asked a ton of questions to the special nurse who helped me. My mom asked weather to take me to the hospital or just go home, the nurse said take me to the hospital.
I always hated going to the hospital, and now I had to go because I needed it, not because we were going for someone else. As we drove in the car I remember the street lights flashing behind me and laying down in my dad’s car. Finally we arrived at the hospital. I was still in tears unsure of what was going to happen to me. Nurses did tests on me to make sure nothing was going wrong in my brain. Luckily nothing was, and next I had to wait in a room to be taken in for a CAT scan.
Another nurse walked in with a wheel chair and helped me into it. I asked, “ Why do I need this I can still walk?” She said, “ Hun we just don’t want you to run into anything just to be safe.” As I rolled into this very technical room I was laid down on the curved table. The doctors turned it on and it started moving back and forth and up and down taking pictures of my brain. Next the doctors called me and my mom in to see the pictures. I had never seen anything like these pictures. They were red and blue and yellow and green, and I saw what the inside of my head looked like. It was such a weird thing being showed what was wrong with me, but I was okay. It was quite the scare but everything was going to be fine. We arrived home at about midnight and I feel asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. After all I had been through a lot in one night, but now it was over and I was ok.