Sacrifices

how many times have you heard it is better to give then recieve? well my parents are strong believers in that quote. so i have always lived by it. sometimes were harder then others to give rather then reciece, but ive managed. i can remember one time that was the most difficult. i had planned to hangout with my best friends all week of spring break. well my brother broke his arm in the begaining of the week . im the oldest out of us three kids so i was the one to drug him all week. it was fun but i really wanted to be with my friends instead of stuck at home. so all week long i was with thaniel giving him his meds. at the end of the week i was glad i toughed it out. i felt good about myself for taking care of my little brother. i know now that if im put in a position of taking care of someone then i will do a good job at it. sometimes sarcrifices are worth it!

Counting Blessings

we all go through ruff times. i recently when through a really low spot in my life. i thought i would never be able to pick myself back up. my friends tried their best to break the sadness. i just couldnt break away from feeling so lost. my parents even tried to break me thought procces. nothing worked for quite a while. then i slowly began to feel again. my friends kept talking and reasuring me everything would be fine. even today i have bad times, but my friends are there to pull me back up. i love my friends. they stuck with me even when i didnt want them around. i dont know what i would ever do if my friends are not around to protect and care for me.. this is why i count my blessings everyday that i have wonderful friends. and also my wonderful parents that care for me as well.

undercover blessing.

so my seventh grade year was a nightmare, or so i thought. see, i broke both my legs in seventh grade. not a good year for me. i thought it would be horrible but it turns out to be a happy ending. since i was on crutches pretty much my whole seventh grade year i had to have help getting from class to class. this is where the blessing part comes in. megan johnson just happened to be in most if not all my classes that year. in the beganing we werent that close of friends, but speanding passing time together we grew close. she would always be the one to carry my books for me to class. since we were always together we had a huge amount of time to talk. durring our seventh grade year megan and i became very close friends!! we still remain close friends. if it wasnt for me being stupid and breaking my legs, megan and i would not have ended up being such great friends.

truth or fiction?

The truth can be confusing at times. One time I had to tell the truth and no one could believe that it was the truth. I also had to involve my best friend. We were walking down the road to Wendy’s one summer day. We were talking and nothing was unusual. Whenever we were on our way back to her house, we heard a noise behind us. We turned around and there was nothing at all behind us. We kept walking. Then we heard it again. This time we saw a huge dog following us. Being from the country, I was use to wild animals. My friend however was from town. So what does she do? She runs, which makes the dog run, which makes me run. I was running to try to find a place to hind. We kept running. I would look back to see if the dog was still there. Ever time he was just a couple of feet behind us. We finally made it back to her house. We ran right up to her room. When we looked out side nothing was there. We went to her mom to tell our stories. She never believed us. Well my friend and I know that truth.

Alone by Sarah Teasdale

I am alone, inspite of love,
In spite of all i take and give--
in spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.



Sarah is a very passionate wwriter this is one of the reasons i chose this poem. i love to listen to the power in people's voices as they write how they are feeling twords something. Sarah in this poem is sharing her feelings on how she feels so alone because her loved ones have gone away. she feels like it only her in this world. she talks about how although she loves and gives she seems to not gain anything from it. she wants to be at peace, and the only way is for her to die.

How Do I Love Thee? By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

how do i love thee? Let me count the ways.
i love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, whn feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Greace.
I love thee to the level of everday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
i love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love i seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles,tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Elizabeth was telling her husband just hw much she cares for him. she says in this poem how she will love him no matter where they are. she loves him with a passion that gets grid of all her sorrows and if God be willing she will love him even after death. i chose this peopm because i love to hear the passion of love and caring in someone's voice as they are writing to a loved one.

Elizabeth By Edgar Ellen Poe

Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
In thy own book that first thy name be wit,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
And i have other reasons for so doing
Besides my innate love of Contradiction;
Each piet- if a poet- in pursuing
The muses thro' their bowers of Truth or Fiction,
Has studied very little of his part,
Read nothing, written less-in short's a fool
Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art,
Being ignorant of one important rule,
Employed in even the theses of the school-
Called- I forget the heathenish Greek name
'Always write first things uppermost in the heart'





Edgar Allen Poe was writing about his love for Elizabeth. He was talking about how since he loved her so much that she was at the top of his heart. since she was up at the top, Edgar had this feeling and need to write about her first. since she is first then she will always and forever be with him, even in the holy book by his name.

Music

I really dont have a favoritemusic genre. i like both pop and country songs. some of my favorite songs are " back at one" and "backwoods" and "gimmi that girl". also there is " here with out you" and" just dance". my favorite music groups would be Taylor Swift, Zac Brown Band, and Jay Sean. i like these groups of people because their songs seem to correspond to the way i feel about my life. they are really good at taking you into their songs to a better place when you are haveing a horrible day. there are a couple lyrics that ireally enjoy. there is " Romeo save me, im feeling so alone, i keep waiting for you but you never come. is this in my head i dont know what your thinking down to the ground and pulled out a ring and said marry me Juliet you never have to be alone......" i love this because i sometimes feel the exactly the same as juliet, and then out of the blue my 'prince charming' shows up and makes me deel better. another good one is"just dance it'll be okay. " i like this one because when im feeling down, i just think of a happy thought nd then i dont seem so upset anymore.