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Thursday, May 27, 2010

My Sophomore Year...

       In the year of 2009-2010 was a year where I was going from Freshman to Sophomore and after this a Junior. This was a year where I thought to myself before it even started, that I have to become the person I need to be to make it to my future... and I did.

Coming in to the year I wasn't nervous or scared because at Atrisco the Sophomores ruled the school and I already had a year of high school under my belt. The first day was just a mess or should I say a stressful start. Everyone had to find their classes, everyone was excited to see each other again, the business academy building was to small to handle all 600 tenth graders and well what can I say, ever since ninth grade we were the class that had to try everything out before everyone else did so that also makes it hard on us being top dogs. After the morning of stress everyone settled in to their new homes for the next year. There are four different academy's, The Health, The Film, The Business and The Law academy, and each one of them has a set group of teachers. So when I walked into class I met my "Health" teachers. They were all pretty interesting and well some of them I already knew so that made me feel more at home. I had got all the classes I wanted which made me happy. Then the year began. After the first two weeks I already had problems, My Drama class only had seven people so they were canceling it so I had to switch to a different class so here I go Art. Then already kids just trying to take me down, but this always happens so walking around them here I go. The good thing about the start is I had people to back me up or be there for me so plus for me. I also had my favorite club starting again, Drama nerd baby!

       Half way through the year it was getting tired but that's when I finally started becoming my true self. I started to learn that school is one of my best friends for the rest of my life and that I had to kick it up a notch if I wanted to be the professional I wanted to be. The First semester was long because we hardly had any breaks which I was in desperate need for and I was kind of slacking on my grades, so overdrive here I come. During this semester I had a lot going on. I had a boy that I was starting to like and that was sort of distracting me at the time but I got over that. I also had a lot of stress at home being that my family had things coming up that I needed to be there for, and our for drama we were working on plays and getting ready to preform. I also just like any teen wanted to be hanging out with my friends and having fun not doing school work. The end of the semester was finally here it was going to be finally over because winter break was only a few days away, but before that I had to take my finals. I thought "Great finals I'm not good at taking tests I'm going to fail, but I didn't. Hallelujah! I passed here comes break". Then break was here I was relived of so much stress I slept in a bit had some fun with my friends and family, but the whole time I was thinking how I could improve for next semester and that I have goals, goals that I'm going to accomplish and that I need to work harder at.

      The new semester had started and still I was already going to have a lot going on through the rest of the semester. Like any day back during the year the teachers have no remorse for taking it easy on us when we come back so when we got there we already had homework. I also had this new teacher because my other teacher got fired or quit or something, no one really knows. This new teacher was called Mr. Leh? Weird name. The first thing I thought about him was crap I know I'm going to have trouble with this guy I can already tell. After awhile he was pretty cool, not to annoying but not to I don't Give a crap teacher. I also had Softball coming up that's a sport where you have to keep your grades up, no slacking at all! Softball also teaches you a lot, you have to work with people you don't like, do things you don't like, you have to be a whole new business type person. My classes and softball were going good I also had a boyfriend now so that was going good, friends doing good, life was good. This was the semester that was the most stressful because of all of these things. I had games that lasted till 7 or 8 at night, I had big projects that were due, I wanted to hang out and actually have a life, which I sometimes did. All I'm saying is it was hard. It is now the end of the semester and softball has ended and school is almost done. We have been preparing for finals the last two weeks and I'm worn out... it's time for it to end. 5/25/10 finals started, 5/26/10 half way through them, 5/27/10 last day of finals. 5/28/10 summer is starting with a good sleep in.

   This whole year was stressful, no lie. Freshman year I pretty much goofed off the whole time, Sophomore year I had to really buckle down and get my life started and decide what I'm going to do, how I'm going to do it, how I could improve, etc. Junior year I have to get ready for collage. This year I did something that will always remind me what I'm going to do, this year I beat my highest GPA. The highest I had was a 3.2GPA, I know have a 3.6GPA. I accomplished a lot of things that I'm proud about and I will never forget. I made softball catcher, broke my GPA record, I got good grades, I made it and I always will. So I ask myself if I've grown as a person, have I become a better person for me, and if I found who I truly am. Answer... YES.

   

Friday, May 21, 2010

The Life of a Champ!






 
 
 
 
 
 
Back off, I'll take you on

Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong, we're headstrong

Back off, I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone

I want to do all the crazy stuff I can in my life. I want to have the best life with all the fun crazy things that go on in my mind now. I love to do fun stuff but when I'm older I'll be able to make more of an effort. Bungee Jumping you jump off a tall place with a stretchy string attached to your feet! Hip Hop dancing be a tough little Loco dancer and being a cool kid. Sky diving jumping off a plane and staying in air for a long time and finally pulling that string to deploy the parachute when your close to ground. If anything a stunt woman is what kind of "side job" I would want, stunt people do the craziest stuff. Crashing cars into buildings, blowing crap up, lighting yourself on fire! That would be the life to live. Boring people on the other hand have the same routine over and over and over and over again. They wake up, have coffee, get ready for work, go to work, work, come home from work, on the way home hit traffic hour, finally get home either make dinner or order something for dinner, eat, get ready for bed, go to bed and then... do it all over again. Those people when they were young or even know have dreams like me to be a big shot in some movie or be the worlds best something or another, have your name on billboards or jumping off a cliff for Pete's sake. During their lives yet rather boring life I bet thy think about doing crazy stuff saying that would be the life to life to live. Everything on my mind is crazy, a crazy way, a crazy life as "gangsters" say. That's how I am in my own little world of freedom and fun with a little bit of business and serious face, sometimes. Yes that would be the life to live.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Wisdom of My Own

Life is like a really good salad. It has the lazy lettuce, the crazy carrots, the sour cucumbers, the soft tomatos and the hard crutons. They also have any extras like fatty bacon bits, some sweet fruit, or even the cheesest cheese, or an onion for a good cry. Life is purdy hard but it's good in the end. Don't forget the dressing.

Life has every kind of thing that could go on and a salad you can put preety much anything in there to make it how you want it to be just like your life. You can make it the most difficult salad or you can make it simple. Life is all up to you when you can make the right desicions. Make it the best salad or your choice. Life has to many ways to describe it so when you put everyones idea of life you get the exactly the same life. It has ways of showing you how it really is and I see it as many ways but I can also see it as a salad.

If I could be anyone I want I would be...



Idols are everything to a child when there young, idols are figures that adults somewhat want to be. To me idols are people who I want to be like, or have goals just like how they are right now. The person I would want to be like it Tomb Raider (aka) Laura Croft. A woman who has a big house with a awesome yard, all the cars she could ever wanted, friends that help her with all that she needs, and huge fortune left to her so she could do what she wanted. Most of all the adventures that she goes on to find out new thing no one could ever think about finding. She's a tough strong spirited person who knows what she wants done and she gets it done. A women of the world is how I want to be, because no a days women are taking over and thats the best part about me is i'm almost there. Im a woman with a strong head and I know what I want to do and my goal is to do it. The movies or people in them have idols too, so maybe thays why they set a example of being badasses for the rest of us.

Monday, May 17, 2010

One Little Thing and One Big Thing

The two bombs that started it all. Well it really started with a peace treaty between Japan and the U.S.A. Japan did not want to have one with the U.S so like the kind hearted people we are we decided to bomb them because if your not with us it's your fault. The people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki never knew what hit them because nothing was left to remember. All people were burned alive, houses were crushed and the whole part of Japan was a waste land of black burnt everything. Thousands to millions of people were dead. The peace treaty of death should of been the name because after that they did agree to it. How many lives were lost that finally made them accept, it only took to bombs.

America a place of peace and trying to make the world right, but I guess everyone does make mistakes. We could never repay the lives lost of those two bombs but we did get what we wanted.

How could you of stabbed me in the back...

As I sit in my room and pray to god that he helps me tonight, I hear a knock on the door and I think to myself this is what I been waiting for. I get up, take my black duffel bag to the door and leave. This man who came, takes me to the roof and I get on a helicopter and fly away: destination London. I get on the roof and wait. It's 10pm and I finally see who needs to be dealt with and I get ready and... he's down, one clear shot to the head finishes anybody. So then I get up and leave back to my little apartment in Chicago to wait...
Its been ten days since that night in London and I finally get a letter in the mail that reads,

Dear Ms. Assassino
              Thank you for what you did, you really helped out with that guy who killed my daughter.
I am very greatful and I hope I will get to see you soon. :)
                                   Signed Mr. Padrino.

I sat and thought to myself why would he want to see me? So after awhile I just ignored it. I went down to the Macchia had a cold beer and felt someone staring at me? I then looked and saw this man sitting in the dark corner calling me over, I went. Before I could say a word he handed me a piece of paper that says meet me on the roof at 3am. That was in the morning, so until then I went home. 3am I started walking up to the roof... could it be a trap? I got there and found another note what is this a little kid games? "I hate those!" I YELLED. I read the stupid note and it said i'm here. Then out of the shadows a man appeared he came up behind me with a knife, he put it to my neck. He told me " how could you, how do you not know what you did!". I replyed with a "what the fuck are you talking about you manic!". He left and with his dissapearence left a gun I picked it up and was carefully looking at it, then it shot my right in the heart... I thought to myself I only have a few minutes to live and then the man came back and said "thanks you helped me kill the daughter and the father who were trying to bring me down". I then thought to myself Mr. Padrino is the one I killed not the guy he hired me to kill, he killed his daughter and he was trying to get to me? I then asked "why did you want me?" and before I finished he said because "your one of them, a long lost sister."

Great a family I always wanted and now their dead and i'm going to die, shit! My last living moment the man is still standing over me and says "Good-bye my darling daughter."
Now really shit!