Beauty Is... 12/18/2009

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Beauty is just a word describing a noun…

What of it does it make us have pleasant thoughts?

Beauty is to our likeness in many different ways--it has its own culture…

There are so many things beauty has; beauty can be many images, many colors or yet just one!

Many of many may be of beauty:

 

The Earth is one of many beauties--why can’t we keep it that way--the Industrial Revolution has made Earth’s beauty discreet of image. What of dastardly black clouds of smoke that cover the sky; Earth’s beauty dies!

 

Must we destroy the color green, the beauty of the Earth--to humans it’s our natural herb! Why must we treat it like so? Are we nothing to Earth but an arch foe?

 

If not then why, why then do we treat Earth as if it weren’t our home?

Earth is our home, life on Earth is beauty--color green, color brown, color blue, and many other colors.

Look at what beauty surrounds us all, the many seasons and the ever-changing beauty—Earth’s lands of beauty; although some areas of the Earth have desert lands and dry emptiness…

One fault beauty has--it doesn’t last forever, but it’s an ever-changing image or just more than an image—profound boundary in which we explore everyday here on this beautiful planet of Earth!

 

Another specimen of beauty is forgone to others, who wish to seek it but try too hard they cannot reveal--blind of beauty, some are so dark inside they cannot imagine beauty even if seen in the apple of their eyes--blinded!

For we ourselves are blinded, look at look we‘ve done!

Yet we adore its company, but then destroy it little by little making beauty lesser than what it is…

 

One who has a thirst or maybe even a feel, one wants to have beauty in their own hands, many wishes wanting to control beauty, beauty is now power to our likeness; maybe not all think different of this word, but one must know!

 

Peace of mind such as a human should have!

 

Some appearances are of beauty, but it also matters inside of that one pupil—whether one is of beauty or how one is to act is one who is to look upon and to pursue if one has

a good heart!

 

In saying truth, beauty counts inside and outside--a realm like a goddess of good with a peaceful heart!

 

A Week in the Life of a Sophomore 12/18/2009

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9/29/2009

                                                                                                                        

 

A vampirism teenager, who stays up days and days, and who wonders aimlessly on technology through her 42”, built-in web camera, and skin it cross-bones peel-on, computer. She doesn’t watch a 52” flat screen as much as her bratty sister does and if she were she’d be watching anime! Sweet, sweet anime and she just watches it six hours or more.

 

Rather then wasting time she kills it with a stab of her pen to a five star college rule piece of paper or she’d be stabbing her fingertips onto the keyboard of her Toshiba. What she types or writes are stories better than Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight.

 

Her acting time is valued by her cuteness when she aces her way in the Shakespeare’s play. She plays two characters in the play, Thisbe and Flute!

 

Shaze also spends her beloved digital time dancing freestyle! She does mixtures of many types of dances. Her favorite dance move is mainly Michael Jackson moves. She favors all types of music to dance to accept country.

 

Shaze reads during her free time. The books she reads are romance/comedy, horror, and suspense. It’s all mostly fiction!

 

I Am What I Learn 12/18/2009

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9-17-2009

    I am the Halloween girl, the one that thinks she’s a vampire, and my birthday is Halloween. My sense of humor is creative and so are my many talents! My talents/hobbies are dancing, video edit, writing, and acting. People say I should be a model just because of my height. When people call me beautiful or gorgeous, which I’m not, the problem is I don’t think of myself as beautiful or gorgeous, I think of myself as cute!

The way I handle my life, I grab success by the hand and shake it knowing that I can succeed.

An actor I shall be! When I was in the seventh grade, the teacher planned to have a play about the Trojans vs. Romans. It took me two weeks to remember a half a page of lines. I was the only one who was a Trojan; my other classmates chose the Romans and there were only 5 people. The rest of the class decided not to participate--they were either shy or didn’t want to.

When we did rehearsals, it didn’t go so well, but at least I remembered my lines and so did the others. Soon Ms. Purcell couldn’t take the destruction of the class so she cancelled the play. I was very upset, because my classmates ruined my opportunity of being recognized for one of my special talents.

Age twelve, graduation day, I had planned to dance solo to show my other talents, and to also feel good about myself graduating from junior high and going to high school. My first choice for high school was Hamilton, my second choice was Venice, and my last choice was University High.

I had to dance with the girls in class first, and I stood out from all of them. I totally sliced and diced the moves even though I was wearing my Graduation dress.  After it was over, it was supposed to be my turn to dance solo but it didn’t happen because the teacher forgot to introduce me to the crowd.

Now about video edit, I do that at home, and when I first discovered I liked video edit. I was exploring through my computer, I just wandered aimlessly, and I found windows moviemaker. When I made ten-minute videos I put them in windows moviemaker and edit by taking out parts of the video I didn’t like.

 The day I first imagined myself as a writer was when I was in the sixth grade. The class was watching an anime movie. During the movie, I took a lot of notes, which turned into a five-page story! It was totally wicked! I then began to try to find out a favorite subject I would write my own story on. I chose love and the characters were animals--they were puffins. It was the longest story I ever wrote, it was eighty-five pages, and the horrifying thing that happened to my story, it got thrown in the trash along with my suitcase that was supposed to be my backpack. It was so sad, I started crying when I saw my black bag and purple zipper. I later on got over it years later, and I remade the story and now all the characters are humans except three of them, because they are immortal.

The life I live now is great being a tenth grader. It  is busier than being a ninth grader. I am more admired by others and more expressive! Life’s going good now!

 

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