The history of saidnt Patricks day is a about a boy who was kidnapped from England to become a slave. He was a slave for 6 years. While he was a slave he became Christian. He escaped from the place he was at and decided to go back to his old town. He become a priest fro 12 years. Then he decided to go back to Ireland were he was held as a slave. He brought Christianity to Ireland.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
In very school there's always that one quite kid. He/she sits alone only talks when needed and just keep to him/her self. Well at one point that was me. You see i made the dumb decision of moving to NY with my mom for my freshman year. I new it was going to be hard i was in unknown territory. I was never really a shy person.
I was quick to make friends. But I was in a new place I was pretty terrified. It was a completely different school Im use to going to a school that was diversed this school they were all white .___. But I didnt think much of it they seemed nice well so I thought. On my first day I was pretty nervous.
When they gave me my schedule they called down two senior guys to show me around the school. They were really nice people. There names where Mathew and Chris. They were hilarious. You could tell they were the class clowns. Within minutes I was comfortable enough to talk back with them to make jokes. They showed me to all my classes and introduced me to my teacher. They would walk in the class and say "you have a new student" in a funny voice and I would start laughing anyone would of thought we been friends for a while. I noticed a lot of the girls were looking at me witu dirty looks but I didnt put thought about it. When they were done showing me around they took to my 4th period class which was history. Again they walked me and made conversation with the teacher. My teacher told me to take a seat. They guys left and said "bye dreaa" I felt happy that they called me that because most of my friends back home called me that so I felt comfortable. Then I hear a girl in the back of the class say "who the fuck is that" and I quickly new she didnt like me because her tone of voice.
I honestly didnt care so I made a slide comment "you wanna find out" and I turned around and looked at her and smiled she rolled her eyes and that was thebend if it. The rest of the day was the same no girl wanted to talk to me. They all looked at me with a dirty look. I felt completely out of place I made a couple of friends but they where guys so most girls where saying I was a slut because of it. But I mean none of them wanted to talk to me so what was I spouse to do. I had a lot of arguments with girls almost regularly. My grades where sleeping I just couldnt concentrate. I usually dont care if someone dosent like me but I felt like it was me against the whole school. At one point it got violent. They tryed to jump me in the bathroom they followed me home. I felt really useless I had no type of confidence. I fell into a deep depression I wanted to move back to NJ. I just didnt know how to tell my mom. Soon she noticed I wasn't happy I would never leave my room. I was always sleeping I didnt even eat. She got worried and asked me what was going on. So I told her. She asked me if I wanted to leave and I told her I did. That was one of the hardest thing I ever had to do tell my mom I didnt wanna live with her anymore but I felt like if I stayed I wouldnt be able to handle it. So I left. Sometimes I feel pathetic butbi honestly think I did the right thing.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
example: ''I'm as tall as a tree''
-Demi lovato ''Dont forget"
All around me, running through me
Ooh, your love is a melody
Underneath me, running to me
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
I dont ever really remember my dreams. As soon as I wake up I forget them. About a year ago I was having dreams about my little sister. I wasent living with her at the time she was in NY with my mom and I was here in NJ with my dad. In my dream I saw her crying and being yelled at a tall dark shadow. I remember running and locking herself in a room and laying in a bed crying her self to sleep.
I had that same dream about 3 times. At tue time I would only be able to see her on fridays through Sundays. Everytime I saw her she seemed sad. Like something was bothering her. I never asked her because she was never one to talk about her problems. After about a week I asked her what was wrong. Turned out that my step dad at the time use to yell at her and make her feel bad so she would run to her room lock the door and just lay in bed.
I couldnt believe that my dream was showing me what was actually going on. To me my dream was ment for me to help out my sister. It was telling me a situation and to fix it before things got worse. My sister was going through a really hard time and I know for a fact if I haven't had those dreams I would have no clue on what was happening. My dream opened my eyes to see that I need to pay attention to little things. Im sure my sister was showing signs of being emotionaly abused I just didnt notice them.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
When my father announced to me and my mother that we were moving to Iceland I wasent surprised we were always traveling. My parents were very successful authors. They never took a break. Once they were finished with a book they would start of on a new one. We practically moved to a new town every 8 months. When I was younger they would always tell me one day they would settle down but after a while I stoped believing that would happen. I wish I could say I had a good relationship with my parents but that would be a lie. We spoke maybe 2 words to each other a day. They were good morning and good night. Oky maybe im exaggerating but my parents and me barley talked. I wasent happy about moving to Iceland but what could I do. Maybe they would let me go to public school home school was getting boring. When we arrived to are new house I was beyond exhausted. I was surprised on how small the house was my parents always went for the big houses. The house felt empty. We werent even living in a town. The house was in the middle of nowhere. I felt trapped and alone. There was no one to talk to not that I ever had friends. My parents always kept me trapped in the house. Ive never been to a mall, theater, park nor a restaurant. I never understood why my parents kept me away from everything and everyone. I never even asked them. I began to unpack my things. My room was pretty big I had an amazing view. I lived about 4 miles away from the seljalandsfoss. Even from a distance it looked beautiful. I wonder if my mother would let me go see it. It didnt matter even if I had to sneak out I would go and see the waterfall. Its not like the would even notice. The next morning I had my usual talk with my parents every morning "good morning jen breakfast is on the table" like usual I responded with a nodd. My parents went into there rooms and wont leave tell around 9pm when they get hungry. I decided to leave the house and go see the waterfall. It was a really peaceful walk. The sound of water falling let me know I was close. I looked around and couldnt believe how beautiful this was. I decided to go all the way to the top of the mountain. I was behind the waterfall staring at every single drop fall. Sitting there I felt so alone in life. I have no friends. My family dosent even care about me. I justed wanted to be gone I wanted to be on my own to do what I want. I got closer to the edge of the mountain. I was crying out of frustration. "I dont want to be alone anymore" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It was to late when I noticed I was way to close to the edge and triped. I couldnt get my balance I was hanging off the cliff. I couldnt get myself back up but I didnt know if I wanted to get back up. Do I wanna live a lonely life. I then realized I lost hope. So I let go. I closed my eyes and waited for the fall but it never came. I opend my eyes and saw my dad pulling me up. I was speechless what could I say. He looked at me with sadness in hes eyes even guilt. I was geting ready for the lecture but it never came. "Come on Jen lets go home" he said it with such coldness in his voice. "Why did you let me fall? Why didnt you just let me go?! Its not like youll miss me you dont even notice me!" I had finally let my feeling out. I looked him and saw a tear fall from his eyes. For a brief moment I wish I could take it back but I couldnt I didnt wanna feel alone anymore. We sat there staring at the beauty of this place. The smell of flowers birds flying by the water falling so gracefully. The day could not be more beautiful but I couldnt help but feel sad. I was beginning to think my dad wasent going to say anything when he spoke up "im sorry" it wasent much but it made me feel better. He cared enough to say sorry right. After that day my parents tryed to start conversation with me even promised to send me to an actual school. Ive been coming to this waterfall everyday now. I just set behind the waterfall looking down at all the tourist come to see this amazing waterfall. I wondered if they saw the true beauty of this place because I sure did. This place had the greenness grass. The most crystal clear water. The most beautiful flowers. But all I saw was hope because thats what this place gave me hope.