Friday, February 28, 2014

Study. Why?


It’s a morning just like any other I wake up groggy and unprepared for the day. As I look over at my alarm I see it is already late, its exam week. I realize this seconds later when I look at my phone and see my friend asking my whereabouts for the math exam. Math the bane of my existence I realized there had been no studying the night before between my movies and games. I rush to arrive on time for the exam franticly studying as I eat breakfast and rush to school. I walk into the exam the air conditioning is blasting even though it is still the middle of winter; the air tastes old and stale from the group of students that have been here before me. The desk I chose to occupy has seated many before me; I can almost see the strength used to engrave the answers on the paper. The residue of their answers still felt in the soft grain of the wood. Since I had not studied I hoped my days in class were enough to get me a passing grade. As I look at the exam I see, numbers. As to what they mean I could not tell you, because I had not been there the day they explained this concept. Why me? I ask myself with hate why I had to be the one that slacked off, couldn't I be one of those people who don't need to study to get an A. This question is floating around my head as I pick random questions on the test, you can just smell failure on the test. This is a smell unlike any, it is rotten and foul.  After not using a calculator for an hour I can finally use it to solve my problems. When it is over I realize I am the last one in the room to finish. I am alone and unprepared  Study Why? This is the last time I fail due to lack of study.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Torture Hall




It’s a weekday morning and the birds are just waking up. The students due to attend school have been awake for hours to prep their hair for the torments of the day. Cars pull up to the dark concrete and brick building, dreading the next few hours. It’s the last year in this torture hall, no more bumping into each other awkwardly. No more deciding witch group to join or what to wear to fit in. High school is like a torture hall masked by good intentions and filled with stressful situations. It’s the last year in this torture hall where the rest of your life will be decided by. Your grades will dictate your life if you fail there will be no respite. The world will try to drag us down, and make us scream and run. How long will it take till June arrives and the prom and graduation cheer us on to our new lives. We may hate this place now, but  years later we will find ourselves full of pride and back in that torture hall, to brag about who we are today. This is our reunion years latter after we have experienced life, but now we are back we are still stuck in our grad year haunted by our cliques. Life is based of this torture hall that we recall as school, in that place you learn to read and write and learn skills to keep you upright on this torture road of life.
 

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

A Princess in a fairytale



She is strong and intependent, like a princess waiting to be rescued. She is lover of children and would like a carrer working with them.Things that have strongly helped shape her is fairytales. Before she can remember she has  heard fairytales like snow white, the wild swans and other fairytales by the brothers grimm. The heroes of the stories always has to go through some hardships to get to their happy ending. Snow white the apple and evil queen, sleeping beauty spindles and a curse, and the sister of the brothers in the wild swans create's shirts from stinging nettles while not being able to speak. These rolemodels found in stories help her keep hope when things look down.Her mother has contributed greatly to her personality as well as her love of art. From a young age her mother has nurtured her love of music from a young age, with choir and dance lessons when available. Her mother has lots of love to give, so from a young age she has met people from all walks of life. This is where she has gotten her love of children and her urge to help people whenever she can. Robert Harrington is a man who has looked after Rebecca for years. He is her boss at Computers Etc, Robert has helped her get into the workforce, as well as improved her people skills. He is commonly a very social person, however in rebecca's case she is just like one of the family.