The Lady No. 3

Summer Rain

A placid moment.

Cool showers control the heat.

A blessing for land.

Home Schooled

      Being home schooled for the very first time was one of the best experiences I had in my educational life so far. I was seven-years-old and in the second grade when my mother withdrew my siblings and me out of our prestigious, private Christian school. The price for one child to attend that school was sky high. Sending three children there any longer was out of the question, and my parents defiantly did not want to send us to a public school.

      I had no idea what would it be like to be home schooled. The idea of receiving an education at home sounded strange, but not impossible. My sister, Avia, was devastated by this news. Her life as a social butterfly came to it's gruesome end. As for me and my four-year-old brother, Tim, we did not protest.

In order to attend our “new school”, we needed books and supplies. The first time I entered a home-educator's store, I truly felt like I was at home. The room was dark and there were book shelves lined right next to each other like the buildings in New York City. Being in a jam-packed room was actually comforting. Mother purchased all of the tools we needed to begin our new schooling lifestyle.

       I thought that home schooling was a blast after I started. My new lessons opened a new world of possibilities. The wonders of the ocean, the mysteries of outer space, and stories that were both imaginary and factual entered my mind and danced to different rhythms. At this age, school never interested me until I started learning from my mom. Play and work unified in my head.

       As for Avia, being home schooled was a nightmare. She described the plain, white walls of her bedroom closing in on her. Without her network of companions, she felt as if she were the last person on Earth.

       Home schooling for the very first time will always be a memory dear to my heart. Our field trips fascinated me, my lessons filled me with wonder, and my normally timid nature popped open its ridges, revealing a beautiful flower called my mind. Who knew that I could learn so many things about the world in the comfort of my home.

He Keeps Me Down

                It’s 2: 32a.m. and I’m still awake. I am thinking about him, the man of my dreams. His name is Todd Swyenger. He has hair as golden as a field of wheat glimmering in the sun and eyes as blue as the water of the French Riviera. Todd is an amazing actor and singer. He brings every role he plays to life and has the most euphonious voice I’ve ever heard. The problem is, I’ve never met him.

                How can one person whom I’ve never met change my life? I turn my body towards my bedroom ceiling, staring at the poster of Todd I tapped there. Celebrity crushes can place such a toll on a person. I can laze in bed for hours during the day, only to think about him. Such a static lifestyle can be draining.

                This crush of mine is also affecting other aspects of my life. I barely passed the ninth grade because I spent so more time daydreaming, reading Todd’s messages on social networking sites, watching his interviews repeatedly, and reading his biography and news updates rather than studying. My family is fed up with Todd. Dad said that if I play Todd’s music a loud in the house one more time, he will “need to be sent to the nut house”. Even though he was kidding, it would not be too surprising if that happened, considering how often I listen to his music. After a while, my friends became tired of me talking about Todd too.

                Todd has to be the most special boy I’ve ever heard. Not only is he talented, but he is known to be kind and funny among many. Only I would not know this for myself because I never met Todd. In my mind, Todd has been my shoulder to cry on, my lover, and my friend. I’m sure thousands of girls feel this way about Todd, and are awake at night thinking of him too.

                Being star struck drained my body wasted my time, and bothered others. I long for Todd’s presence, but more than likely, I will not meet him. How will I get over him? I have no clue. I’ve given a lot of my attention, energy, and love to someone who does not know I exist, instead of the people who do.  

                   

The Lady No. 2

The Lady

This is a picture I made on Paint. I call it The Lady.

America, Sweet America

America, sweet America,

How large you are

With your vast landscapes,

And deep, Great Lakes,

Your hills are bedazzled with flowers

And rivers running down your back.

America, sweet America,

How diverse you are,

Mothering your children of every color.

Your children nestle in the cities,

Are cradled in the mountains,

Nurtured in many of your corners. 

America, sweet America,

How significant you are.

Your children changed history

Made history, for better and worse.

They continue to make history,

Impacting the rest of the world.

America, sweet America,

You're powerful,

You're precious,

You're beautiful,

You're big,

You are America.