I'm a very patient person, and when someone is talking to me, I'll pay attention to them. But if you are texting me or instant messaging me, and I'm tired you will either read a I'm busy (with actually have the letters it needs to be and more than a single 'y') or I'll probably not answer at all.
And again don't get me wrong here, I will pay attention to what you are saying if you are talking to me unless of course I can't understand a word you are saying, in that case I will just fake a smile and nod. But when I'm tired and I've gone through piles of Ms. Meadows' homework (it is lots) and I just want to relax and listen to my good old music, (that Nicholas just loves) techno. Maybe I'll talk to one person, maybe even two, but not three or more. So I'm sorry if I put you off saying that I was busy, and that I would be back later or anything of that nature, I wasn't busy, I wasn't gonna be back later, I was just too tired, too exhausted to care about the usual Hi's. I apologize if you wanted to talk to me, I apologize if your feelings where hurt, but I just get to my house really tired sometimes.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Memoir Monday: When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Get Going
I was remembering the good old days when you would just color and glues papers together while in class, remembering how easy it was to pure glue on a paper, and stick it on another. Believe it or not you would get an 'A' for that. Later on it got a bit more difficult as you would now have to actually write sentences with more than five words, and you would get an 'A' for that too. You could also take a ten question multiple choice quiz, open notes! (There would even be full credit retakes for those.) It was just so easy back then....Nowadays you actually have to write reports, essays, and summaries on everything; research, study, and analyze each chapter. It has made me realize that as I grow, things get tougher, but you'll know the saying, When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Friday, August 13, 2010
What I Want This Year...
I sat at my desk,
looking through the window,
thinking.
Thinking of the shame I had,
for not completing the homework
that was due today.
I began to ponder
about what excuse
should I come up with today.
I had used up many on previous occasions,
that I had ran out of them.
What I want this year…
I would like to
sit comfortably
knowing that I’ve done
what I needed to do for the day.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Believe
Why won't the coach play me? Bobby thought. The game was 0-8 in the eighth inning, and there was no chance of winning this game, or any other game. The umpiring throughout this game was very uneven, constantly blowing calls in the other team's favor. They where not always outplayed by the enemy, but it always ended in an acrid loss. They finally retired the side, after allowing three runs to score, all because of Jeff's error at shortstop, Bobby's position.
As if effortlessly, the pitcher retired the first two hitters on six pitches, all swinging strikes. The loss was almost inevitable. The pitcher–a guy that looked like he was sixteen, measuring over six feet tall and Bobby could swear he had a beard– was a little negligent, as he threw a not so fast fastball, right over the middle of the plate. The hitter, Andrew, hit a weak grounder to third base, but used his speed and a lack of communication by the infield to reach first-base safely.
"Bobby!" Coach Robinson yelled across the dugout, "You're up!"
Bobby couldn't believe his ears, he finally had a chance to play, and have a chance to be an impediment in the enemies' plans too. He walked through the dugout to retrieve his bat, and on his way, he spotted something peculiar on his glove. On his glove, there was a small human, with wings on its back. He immediately recognized it from his book, Peter Pan. It was a fairy! He was flabbergasted. He had never seen one in his entire life.
"Hello!" the fairy hollered at him.
"Hi," Bobby answered slowly.
"Want to make a wish?" It questioned.
"Sure," Bobby answered, "I wish we could play well enough this game, just this one game."
"Okay," the fairy nodded as she swung her wand around. "There!"
"Awesome!" Bobby exclaimed.
Bobby stepped up to bat, no worries on his head, no nerves, nothing. He knew, no matter what he did, he would end up winning this game. He entered a stare-down with the pitcher. The pitcher slowly chewed his gun as he held the ball behind his back. Bobby rolled his bat on his hand, griping it from his palm then his fingers, as if trying to get a feel of the bat. Andrew took a small lead at first base, stepping out no more than five feet. The pitcher moved his hand from his back, and into his glove, and began his motion. When the pitcher raised his knee, Bobby griped the bat hard and watched the ball come towards him. He swung at the first pitch, a sharp curveball on the outside corner. He connected with it hard and sent it soaring over the first baseman, slicing away into foul territory. The ball bounced right on the line making it a fair ball. Bobby dropped his bat and sprinted to first base, rounding it and making an attempt to reach second base. The outfielder collected the ball and threw it in softly. He stopped at second with a double, and Andrew came around to score easily. Not only was that his fist double, it was his first hit! One-by-one, his teammates were sending balls soaring into the outfield and beating out grounders until the side was retired with a score of 6-8.
They got out to play defense and Bobby took control of the shortstop position. It wasn't long until he got some action, as the first batter hit a sharp ground ball between second and third. Bobby twisted his glove and backhanded it, and unleashed a perfect throw to first for the first out. The second batter hit a soft pop-up to second base where Andrew made an easy catch for the second out. The final hitter hit a line drive single to right field which brought up the opposing, sixteen year-old-looking pitcher. On the first pitch he belted it hard, but straight at Bobby for the out.
When they came up to bat, two outs fell quickly before Tyler hit a double to left field, and Andrew hit a single to center. There were runners on second and third, and two outs. He went for his bat and thought the fairy would still be on his glove, and it was.
"Wow, you guys really pulled it off!" the fairy said.
"Well, actually no, you made us win this game," Bobby responded.
"Yeah, but didn't you want to win?"
"Yes, I did, but now that we are close to winning with your help, I realized that it isn't as valuable if you don't win it by yourself."
"You want to take back the wish?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Fine," the fairy said as she waggled her wand around, "There, it's taken back."
Bobby walked back up, this time he was worried. Believe, believe, believe! Bobby thought as he stepped into the batter's box and got ready for round two of the stare-down. He swung and missed at the first pitch, a change-up on the lower center of the plate. Come on Bobby, you can hit this! At the next pitch he swung hard, and managed to get the bat on it, sending it rocketing to the outfield. He watched as the ball continued to soar, and the center fielder raced back all the way to the fence and jumped. The crowd roared. A home run! Bobby thought. They had won the game nine to eight. He ran the bases with glory, making sure he stepped on all of them. After he stepped on home, Coach Robinson approached him.
"Bobby, I think I owe you an apology.," Coach said as Bobby just nodded, "But way to win it, huh? Listen, how would you like to be our new cleanup hitter?"
"But Paul hits cleanup?"
"Not anymore, he will be hitting third from now on."
"I'd love to!" Bobby yelled with joy.
As if effortlessly, the pitcher retired the first two hitters on six pitches, all swinging strikes. The loss was almost inevitable. The pitcher–a guy that looked like he was sixteen, measuring over six feet tall and Bobby could swear he had a beard– was a little negligent, as he threw a not so fast fastball, right over the middle of the plate. The hitter, Andrew, hit a weak grounder to third base, but used his speed and a lack of communication by the infield to reach first-base safely.
"Bobby!" Coach Robinson yelled across the dugout, "You're up!"
Bobby couldn't believe his ears, he finally had a chance to play, and have a chance to be an impediment in the enemies' plans too. He walked through the dugout to retrieve his bat, and on his way, he spotted something peculiar on his glove. On his glove, there was a small human, with wings on its back. He immediately recognized it from his book, Peter Pan. It was a fairy! He was flabbergasted. He had never seen one in his entire life.
"Hello!" the fairy hollered at him.
"Hi," Bobby answered slowly.
"Want to make a wish?" It questioned.
"Sure," Bobby answered, "I wish we could play well enough this game, just this one game."
"Okay," the fairy nodded as she swung her wand around. "There!"
"Awesome!" Bobby exclaimed.
Bobby stepped up to bat, no worries on his head, no nerves, nothing. He knew, no matter what he did, he would end up winning this game. He entered a stare-down with the pitcher. The pitcher slowly chewed his gun as he held the ball behind his back. Bobby rolled his bat on his hand, griping it from his palm then his fingers, as if trying to get a feel of the bat. Andrew took a small lead at first base, stepping out no more than five feet. The pitcher moved his hand from his back, and into his glove, and began his motion. When the pitcher raised his knee, Bobby griped the bat hard and watched the ball come towards him. He swung at the first pitch, a sharp curveball on the outside corner. He connected with it hard and sent it soaring over the first baseman, slicing away into foul territory. The ball bounced right on the line making it a fair ball. Bobby dropped his bat and sprinted to first base, rounding it and making an attempt to reach second base. The outfielder collected the ball and threw it in softly. He stopped at second with a double, and Andrew came around to score easily. Not only was that his fist double, it was his first hit! One-by-one, his teammates were sending balls soaring into the outfield and beating out grounders until the side was retired with a score of 6-8.
They got out to play defense and Bobby took control of the shortstop position. It wasn't long until he got some action, as the first batter hit a sharp ground ball between second and third. Bobby twisted his glove and backhanded it, and unleashed a perfect throw to first for the first out. The second batter hit a soft pop-up to second base where Andrew made an easy catch for the second out. The final hitter hit a line drive single to right field which brought up the opposing, sixteen year-old-looking pitcher. On the first pitch he belted it hard, but straight at Bobby for the out.
When they came up to bat, two outs fell quickly before Tyler hit a double to left field, and Andrew hit a single to center. There were runners on second and third, and two outs. He went for his bat and thought the fairy would still be on his glove, and it was.
"Wow, you guys really pulled it off!" the fairy said.
"Well, actually no, you made us win this game," Bobby responded.
"Yeah, but didn't you want to win?"
"Yes, I did, but now that we are close to winning with your help, I realized that it isn't as valuable if you don't win it by yourself."
"You want to take back the wish?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Fine," the fairy said as she waggled her wand around, "There, it's taken back."
Bobby walked back up, this time he was worried. Believe, believe, believe! Bobby thought as he stepped into the batter's box and got ready for round two of the stare-down. He swung and missed at the first pitch, a change-up on the lower center of the plate. Come on Bobby, you can hit this! At the next pitch he swung hard, and managed to get the bat on it, sending it rocketing to the outfield. He watched as the ball continued to soar, and the center fielder raced back all the way to the fence and jumped. The crowd roared. A home run! Bobby thought. They had won the game nine to eight. He ran the bases with glory, making sure he stepped on all of them. After he stepped on home, Coach Robinson approached him.
"Bobby, I think I owe you an apology.," Coach said as Bobby just nodded, "But way to win it, huh? Listen, how would you like to be our new cleanup hitter?"
"But Paul hits cleanup?"
"Not anymore, he will be hitting third from now on."
"I'd love to!" Bobby yelled with joy.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
A Fairy in My Locker?
"Fascinating!" Roger couldn't believe his eyes. It didn't look like anything he had seen before. He stared into his locker endlessly, as if trying to figure out if he was hallucinating. It had human characteristics, An elf perhaps? he thought at first, but then discarded the idea as he realized the creature had a set of wings on its back.
"What are you?" Roger thought out loud. Not expecting a response.
"I'm a fairy" It answered.
Roger was in disbelieve. He didn't believe in such nonsense. The fairy noticed Roger's disbelief, so she pulled out her wand, and swung it around. Poof! A muffin appeared on top of Roger's science book. Roger had never seen something so amazing before.
Roger hurried to his next class, as was already five minutes late. He kept thinking about whether to belief in the fairy or not. He decided that at least he would give her a chance and belief.
After his next class, he returned to the locker wondering if the fairy would still be there. Sure enough, it was sitting at the top of his books.
"If you give me some juice, you'll have what you choose!" the fairy said.
"What do you need the juice for?" Roger questioned.
"Juice is considered the best medicine a fairy can have," the fairy answered, "You see my mother has been ill, and this is the only way to save her."
"Alright."
Roger scanned his lunchbox for the juice, found it, and gave it to her.
"So what is you wish?"
"I don't know, I guess I would like to shrink."
The fairy swung the wand around, and sure enough, roger shrunk to the size of a pencil. Roger's backpack was left stranded as roger headed for one of the air vents on the foot of the wall. What Roger didn't know, was that someone was watching him from a far. Someone that had the same power of seeing fairies and other magical creatures that he had. it was Mr. Magoosh.
Instantly, Mr. Magoosh ran for his jar, not just any jar, the special anti-magic jar. Mr. Magoosh returned to the hallway, opened Roger's locker, and left with the fairy inside the jar.
Not too far away, Roger wandered into the corners of Mr. Magoosh's bookshelves, and found an interesting find. It was a jar, different from all others. It had a different seal to it, and the contents of it was astonishing. It was his fairy! How did Mr. Magoosh get to it? The fairy caught his eye, and signaled him to rescue her, but the jar was too far up for his reach. If he didn't save the fairy, he would stay small for ever! He had to save her.
Roger left the back of the bookshelves and sprinted towards his best friend, Andrew. If anyone will belief me, its him.
"Andrew?" Roger whispered.
"What? Who said that?" he answered.
"Its me, Roger, by your foot."
Andrew turned to see Roger, one tenth of his regular size.
"Give me a little lift" Roger said.
Andrew lifted Roger carefully on top of his desk.
"What's going on?" Andrew asked.
"You have to save the fairy"
"Where? Wait, are you messing with me?"
"No!" Roger cried, You've gotta believe me!"
"OK, OK" Andre hesitated, "I believe you."
"Now look over there" Roger pointed towards the jar.
"Oh my god Roger. What is that!?"
"Its a fairy" Roger answered, "You have to save it."
"How? We are in the middle of–"
Andrew was interrupted my the bell.
"Quick!" Roger yelled, "Go for it!"
Andrew ran to the bookshelves, spotted the jar, turned around and saw Mr. Magoosh looking at him through his gold monocle. So close! Andrew dodged him and opened the jar. The fairy flew into the air.
"Yes!" Andrew yelled. The fairy swung the wand around and, poof! Roger grew back to his regular size. But Mr. Magoosh was on to them. While the fairy escaped, Andrew and Roger fought off Mr, Magoosh until he fell unconscious. Andrew and Roger made there way to the hallway, where everything seemed normal, but both of them knew it wasn't...
"What are you?" Roger thought out loud. Not expecting a response.
"I'm a fairy" It answered.
Roger was in disbelieve. He didn't believe in such nonsense. The fairy noticed Roger's disbelief, so she pulled out her wand, and swung it around. Poof! A muffin appeared on top of Roger's science book. Roger had never seen something so amazing before.
Roger hurried to his next class, as was already five minutes late. He kept thinking about whether to belief in the fairy or not. He decided that at least he would give her a chance and belief.
After his next class, he returned to the locker wondering if the fairy would still be there. Sure enough, it was sitting at the top of his books.
"If you give me some juice, you'll have what you choose!" the fairy said.
"What do you need the juice for?" Roger questioned.
"Juice is considered the best medicine a fairy can have," the fairy answered, "You see my mother has been ill, and this is the only way to save her."
"Alright."
Roger scanned his lunchbox for the juice, found it, and gave it to her.
"So what is you wish?"
"I don't know, I guess I would like to shrink."
The fairy swung the wand around, and sure enough, roger shrunk to the size of a pencil. Roger's backpack was left stranded as roger headed for one of the air vents on the foot of the wall. What Roger didn't know, was that someone was watching him from a far. Someone that had the same power of seeing fairies and other magical creatures that he had. it was Mr. Magoosh.
Instantly, Mr. Magoosh ran for his jar, not just any jar, the special anti-magic jar. Mr. Magoosh returned to the hallway, opened Roger's locker, and left with the fairy inside the jar.
Not too far away, Roger wandered into the corners of Mr. Magoosh's bookshelves, and found an interesting find. It was a jar, different from all others. It had a different seal to it, and the contents of it was astonishing. It was his fairy! How did Mr. Magoosh get to it? The fairy caught his eye, and signaled him to rescue her, but the jar was too far up for his reach. If he didn't save the fairy, he would stay small for ever! He had to save her.
Roger left the back of the bookshelves and sprinted towards his best friend, Andrew. If anyone will belief me, its him.
"Andrew?" Roger whispered.
"What? Who said that?" he answered.
"Its me, Roger, by your foot."
Andrew turned to see Roger, one tenth of his regular size.
"Give me a little lift" Roger said.
Andrew lifted Roger carefully on top of his desk.
"What's going on?" Andrew asked.
"You have to save the fairy"
"Where? Wait, are you messing with me?"
"No!" Roger cried, You've gotta believe me!"
"OK, OK" Andre hesitated, "I believe you."
"Now look over there" Roger pointed towards the jar.
"Oh my god Roger. What is that!?"
"Its a fairy" Roger answered, "You have to save it."
"How? We are in the middle of–"
Andrew was interrupted my the bell.
"Quick!" Roger yelled, "Go for it!"
Andrew ran to the bookshelves, spotted the jar, turned around and saw Mr. Magoosh looking at him through his gold monocle. So close! Andrew dodged him and opened the jar. The fairy flew into the air.
"Yes!" Andrew yelled. The fairy swung the wand around and, poof! Roger grew back to his regular size. But Mr. Magoosh was on to them. While the fairy escaped, Andrew and Roger fought off Mr, Magoosh until he fell unconscious. Andrew and Roger made there way to the hallway, where everything seemed normal, but both of them knew it wasn't...
Friday, March 6, 2009
Slice of Life: March 6, 2009
Tag Dodgeball
“Peace?” Nicholas offered, as he was aware of how helpless he was as I had threatened him until he had nowhere to escape; walls surrounded him, and I was blocking the only escape rout⎯ ball in hand ready to unleash un any movement he attempted.
“Sure,” I accepted, as I took off for my next pray. I scanned the gym for victims without a ball. Few people were standing, and most were allies or had a ball. Then I saw Camila, walking towards the opposite corner.
I ran up to her from behind, I tossed the ball softly so it’d bounce of her back, and return to my hands. She turned around shocked, as she didn’t see that coming. Her face full of anger, disappointment, and somehow a slight grin, as she knew I had cleverly beaten her; but I knew she would want revenge.
“Sure,” I accepted, as I took off for my next pray. I scanned the gym for victims without a ball. Few people were standing, and most were allies or had a ball. Then I saw Camila, walking towards the opposite corner.
I ran up to her from behind, I tossed the ball softly so it’d bounce of her back, and return to my hands. She turned around shocked, as she didn’t see that coming. Her face full of anger, disappointment, and somehow a slight grin, as she knew I had cleverly beaten her; but I knew she would want revenge.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Slice of Life: March 5, 2009
Pepper
“Is Alan going to eat it?” I questioned Nicholas.
“Yeah, after lunch I think” Nicholas responded. I leaned my chair against the wall.
“Go to your book’s table,” Mrs. Gaudiano called. I stood up and headed for my table; I pulled a chair and sat down. Soon all the members of our group came except Alan. Alan came to my table, he looked shocked, shaking, his tongue curled up in a desert-dry mouth.
“Someone has water?” Alan hissed, his eyes crying and his hands full of pepper rubbing them.
“You ate the pepper?” I asked holding in my laughter.
“Do you have water?” he insisted.
“No,” I answered back letting my laughter spill. Everyone on the table started laughing with me.
“Yeah, after lunch I think” Nicholas responded. I leaned my chair against the wall.
“Go to your book’s table,” Mrs. Gaudiano called. I stood up and headed for my table; I pulled a chair and sat down. Soon all the members of our group came except Alan. Alan came to my table, he looked shocked, shaking, his tongue curled up in a desert-dry mouth.
“Someone has water?” Alan hissed, his eyes crying and his hands full of pepper rubbing them.
“You ate the pepper?” I asked holding in my laughter.
“Do you have water?” he insisted.
“No,” I answered back letting my laughter spill. Everyone on the table started laughing with me.
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