Random Minds, Random Times: April 2008

Friday, April 25, 2008

National Day of Silence

For those of you who haven't heard, today is Nationa Day of Silence. The purpose of National Day of Silence is to bring attention to all the injustices of the world, namely all the voices that have been kept quiet throughout time. In other words, all the people who have been silenced because of their race, origin, ethinicity, religion, abilities, age, sexual orientations, gender identities, and beliefs. This day has been reserved (so to speak) to commemorate all those who were not able to speak out in some way shape or form. Today is dedicated to people like Lawrencre King, a young boy of 14 who was killed by another student because Lawrence was an identified homosexual. It is injustices like this that have brought many of my classmates, and other schools around the country to keep quiet today. Today we have not spoken a single word throughout the school day, nor will we until the end of the school day at 2:30 pm. At that time we will get together in the quad of our school to release the silence. To release all that we have been holding in all day. And to throw our signs in the air. (The signs say the purpose of our silence, so everyone else knows whats going on.)

I have taken today as a means to grow as a human being. I have always valued my right to speak out, but never more than today. I thank all those who made it unberable for me today by trying to make me talk. I thank my American Government teacher for asking me a question he knew I knew the answer to, knowing full well that I could not actually voice my answer. I am so furious with him!! But I thank him for that. He messed with me when I could not defend myself, and so thanks to him I now truly understand what it is like not to have a voice. I now understand what it feels like to not be able to defend myself. I now know what it feels like to feel hopeless. Thank- You Mr. B. Thanks.

In about 30 minutes I will finally be able to let go. I will finally be able to let go of all that has burned inside me since this morning. And I will be able to share my experiences with my peers and we will see what the other has learned.

I'll leave you with a request. It's not too late. You still have the rest of the day. Keep silent for the rest of the day. Make your own sign.Give yourself the opportunity to grow and to learn. Do it at home, at work, wherever you may be. Don't miss out. Support this noble cause.

Bye.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Hello Cruel World!

You might be wondering about the title I chose. You might be perplexed. You might even ask yourself "Why call the world cruel? Didin't she just get accepted to the college she wishes to attend?" And of course you are correct. But here's why i chose it: 1)My mom says I'm going too far to college and my aunt has joined in the pestering. It just gets annoying after a while. 2) I don't get a lot of comments, which makes it kinda hard to argue about anything (my favorite hobby in the world) and 3)Prom is coming and me and my friend think we might be getting cheated on our part of the price of the limo (hopeless story). :( :( :( 8( 8(

But that just sucks for me. There is little to nothing I can do about 1 and 2 although we're working on 3. All this is made worse by the fact I've been waking up super happy every day (singing even) and then I remember all these things and my mood just goes back down. ahhhh...

Well anyway, sorry to bore you. Bye.

P.S. there is a number four. Here it is: 4) I don't know where I'm going to live when I go to college. Thankfully there is plenty I can do about that one, so I'm not as stressed about that one. Well, see ya!

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Congradulations!!! Felicidades!!!

Hey

Everyone should congradulate me!!! I got accepted to Mount St. Mary's College!!!! :D I got my acceptance letter yesterday. I am so happy right now!!! You can't imagine the happiness that is surging through my body at this very minute. Thrilled just does not begin to explain how happy I am at this very moment. Happy, happy, so very happy! I want the whole world to know!

Me aceptaron!!! yay! Me aceptaron a Mount St. Mary's College!! :D Hayer fue el día más feliz de mi vida!! Me aceptaron!! Estoy tan emocianada!!! Mi vida va tomar un rumbo nuevo en unos meses y va empezar en Mount St. Mary's College!!! Todo el mundo me tiene que felicitar! Cantenme Happy Birthday, lo que sea. Mi felicidad en este momento es inimaginable!!!

Bye!!! Happy, happy, happy!

Because I could not stop for death (712)

by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

That time of year thou mayst behold (Sonnet 73)

by William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

All the World's a Stage

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

-William Shakespear

Two Roads Diverged

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one one traveler, long I stood
And looked donwn one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fir,
And perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that mornign equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for anothet day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
Took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whoose woods these are I think I know
his house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmnhouse near.
Between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
but I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

Cycle

Life, a never ending cycle
We are born.
We are young.
We are Old.
We die.
Born, Yound, Old, Die.

We are born into this world
Crying and Screaming
Wrinkled and Smelly.
We drink our mother's warm milk
We suckle on her gift of Life.

We grow up.

We are children.
Even after 18 we are children.
And we know nothing.
We knew more when we were born.

We grow old.
We're back were we began.
wrinkled and smelly
Knowing now exactly what we knew then
and forgot.

And then we die.
But what can I say about death?
I've never died before.
I don't know anything about it. Nothing.

I can only hope
There is another existence.
Another birth.
Another young.
Another old.
Another death.

I hope to exist always and forever.

Always and forever to exist.

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