Sunday, August 30, 2009
Who would have thought?
"You learn something new everyday." This is a saying that I find to be extremely true. Whether it be something educational or practical, new knowledge is constantly filling our brains. For instance, I have been to Japanese restaurants multiple times in my life. I have had opportunities time after to time to try sushi, but was too repulsed to actually eat it. Today I actually tried sushi, and it was not near as bad as it sounds. I might even learn to like it. Who would have thought?
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
When The Mood Strikes Me!
When the mood strikes me, I've been reading my classmates’ blogs. I’ve read stories about siblings going to college, people’s families, and thoughts about this school year. It’s funny how I had an image in my mind about what a person is like, or what’s important to them based on what I see at school. After reading some of their blogs a new person emerged out of the darkness. I can’t help but see everyone in a different light. I think this just might be a good thing, being able to read each other’s blogs. Hopefully everyone will get something great out of this,
Monday, August 24, 2009
If Only...
Last Monday at about ten-thirty I was playing on my laptop doing “homework” as usual, until I heard an odd conversation take place in another room of my house. My dad was consoling someone on the phone. It took me only a few moments to realize that something was wrong. A close family friend was diagnosed with acute leukemia, and the doctors don’t know if she will survive. Cancer has claimed so many lives in my family, this country, and the world. It just doesn’t seem fair that it can steal another person from this earth. I can’t help but wonder how different my life would be if cancer didn’t exist. If my grandma hadn’t been infected by this disease, lord knows how many different experiences I could have. I might be a better cook, a better friend, or even a better person. But I will never find out because of something called cancer. It kills my soul knowing that another person is falling victim to this sickness. I can only pray and know that there is a reason for everything. But I still can’t help wonder if only…
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Like Father or Mother? That is the question!
My whole life people have said one of two things about my looks. It's either that i'm the shrunken female version of my dad, or I look identical to my mom. Which is it? Who knows? I've been trying to figure this out for many years and I think i've finally come to a conclusion. I look like a perfect blend of the two. I have my mom's almond eyes dad's freckled face. All three of us oddly enough have the exact same hair color. Supposively my dad and I both walk the same way, I heavily deny this. But, regardless of which parent's looks I favor it doesn't matter to me. I know that I was made the way I am for some unknown reason, and thats okay by me.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
What does family mean to me?
What does family mean to me? That’s a somewhat difficult question considering family doesn’t really have a “meaning” to me. Honestly, it’s more of a feeling. Just thinking about my family gives me an instant feeling of comfort, then happiness. I can’t help but think of all the crazy times and laughs we have shared. But, if I had to give a specific definition it would be… family- a tightly knit group of relatives that love no matter the circumstances, laugh together, spend time together, and endure most holidays in each other’s presence.
My place in my family is a little more difficult to describe. I hold a different place for all the people in my family. To my sister I am a playmate. We’ve made up too many games to count, played outside countless hours, and laughed until we both cried. I’m my dad’s listening ear. Whenever he has just learned a new guitar song I’m usually there to tell him what a good job he is doing. To my mom, I’m anything from a part-time housekeeper when she is too exhausted after work or a therapist who discusses how her day went. All of the jobs hold a special place in my heart, even if they are time consuming or tiresome because a person needs to do whatever they can for their family. Just because they should.
THE END
My place in my family is a little more difficult to describe. I hold a different place for all the people in my family. To my sister I am a playmate. We’ve made up too many games to count, played outside countless hours, and laughed until we both cried. I’m my dad’s listening ear. Whenever he has just learned a new guitar song I’m usually there to tell him what a good job he is doing. To my mom, I’m anything from a part-time housekeeper when she is too exhausted after work or a therapist who discusses how her day went. All of the jobs hold a special place in my heart, even if they are time consuming or tiresome because a person needs to do whatever they can for their family. Just because they should.
THE END
Friday, August 14, 2009
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