tiny nuggets of blog

Arwa’s Blog: Love reading about your feelings towards Pakistan and your desire to go back. I understand where you’re coming from because that’s how I view the Philippines. really enjoyed being able to connect to your poem.

Baylee’s Blog: love love love your poem Baylee. it’s actually so cute and adorable, I couldn’t stop smiling. good job!!(:

Lilly’s Blog: ok lill, I love this poem so freakn much holy crap. I’m so proud of you for not only expressing all of this but conquering your fear but reading it in front of the class.

I AM…
I am more than the stories you’ve heard but I’m too tired to fight.
I wonder why people always speak out of spite
I hear constant screams yelling towards me
I see a perfect world so out of reach
I want it all to end
I am more than the stories you’ve heard but I’m too tired to fight.
I pretend everything’s fine at the end of the night.
I feel worthless, ashamed, and dazed
I worry I’ll always feel that way.
I cry each night on my tear stained pillow
I am more than the stories you’ve heard but I’m too tired to fight.
I understand nothing I do is right
I say it’ll get better, I just have to make it through this night
I dream of ending it, all the pain and spite.
I try my best to block out the emotions
I hope I’ll make it through this one last fight.
I am more than the stories you’ve heard but I’m too tired to fight.

After reading the poem, Full of Love by Ashley Lawson I feel an astounding sense of sympathy for the most part.

The first seven lines of the poem, “They never knew the hurt inside, I always tried to smile with pride, […] But in the end it’s not enough, I never have been truly loved,” I can personally relate to. I understand the feeling of hiding hurt and feeling as though you’re less than worth it.

In particular, I relate the “they” in this poem to my family and close friends. Sometimes it all just becomes too much for one person to bare, especially when the person is as prideful and content with looking happy as I tend to be. Nonetheless, the last lines of the poem express a sense of relief in the storm of sadness which the first lines shadowed.

To me, I find that relief in little things. Lawson expresses her relief in the sense of a loving mom, whereas to me that feeling of joy comes from running a few miles, clearing my mind in an eno, or dancing my heart out at practice.

I haven’t always thought so deeply about poetry, nor have I ever thought I’d actually say I adore it. Recently (within the last year or so) I have resorted to using poetry as a way to express the thoughts I just can’t seem to type out in sentences. While writing I was going through a big downhill fall that I couldn’t seem to get out of. Poetry allowed me to say what I was feeling when I couldn’t physically say the words.

Many things and people have had grand influences on me growing up. In my life right now I feel as though the most impactful thing is my family (cliche I know but hear me out for a second).

My family constantly influences me but- unlike most- the struggles at home tend to outweigh the positives. Due to this I am constantly striving to do my best in school so I can get my credits and continue on my path to early graduation so I can leave before my time is suppose to be done.

Now I’m not saying my family doesn’t plant positive seeds. I’m not saying that at all. The struggles have made me a stronger person. They have taught me at a younger age that the world is not a kind place, which has prepared me for the “real-world”. The lessons I have been taught from my life at home without a doubt have shown me how strong I really am.

On the other hand, yes. Home is hard on me. Constant bickering amongst the walls that confine me to a secluded state of loneliness, and money-centered arguments have shown me the most negative sides of people I looked up to the most and have demonstrated the extremes of arrogant behavior.

To this day, the mixture of good and bad so-called “seeds” continue to influence my life. The impact these experiences have made on me has allowed me to grow into the girl I am today. My family is constantly reshaping my view and changing my perspective on life as a whole.

Martin’s Blog : first, I would like to say I agree with your opinion on how “2+2=4” relates to the world today. HOWEVER; IVE SUPPORTED BARCELONA FROM THE START SO CHILLLLLLLLLL..

Riley’s Blog : I couldn’t agree more with the issue social media on our devices has on our generations ideas and beliefs. s/o to your parents for allowing you to create your own thoughts about today’s matters. keep up the good writing.

Josie’s Blog : I COMPLETELY agree with the point you made about GPA and grades being the most important factor in the school system today even though I too wish I could just sit back and fully learn the material, that just simply won’t do if we want to get into college. It’s actually quite sad when you think about it. Keep up the great writing!!

In Orwell’s novel, 1984, he describes the value of education as seen by the party to be one of the biggest threats there is.

To me having a good education is the foundation for success in life. Education, although teens like me view schooling as a grooling inconvenience, is extremely important to our growth as individuals.

However; I also believe being fully educated deals with learning outside of the parallels of the algebraic equations which are engraved into our memory. I think to be truly educated in today’s world, a person must understand and learn from each experience they encounter outside of the hallways in the school.

In contradiction to my second paragraph,  in school I focus more of my attention on knowing what I need to know to pass the class rather than grasping each concept and learning them fully. Due to the ways of our society and educational system, to get into college a student must maintain a decent GPA so that’s basically all I’m striving for.

 

In Orwell’s novel 1984 he discusses the different levels in society (Outer party, inner party, and proles). Orwell’s ideas about the future, although extreme, were right in a way.

Orwell predicted the extremes in the social pyramid and the extensive division between the social classes. The video displayed the reality of privileged lives versus those who are less fortunate or poor. The reality was shocking to say the least.

It’s inconceivable to think that one CEO is making well over 380x more than the average worker when there’s people literally living in the gutter, not even getting by.

In the society we live in today there is no easy way to fix the damage. Teenagers today believe every ounce of information they find on the internet or social media.

We are slowly becoming Orwell’s prediction and there’s no real solution in my mind. People are so fixated on the obscured idea that the number in their bank account is synonymous with their success. That idea is preposterous to me, but if we try to change the reality and make it more ideal the upper class will simply cause an uproar against the middle and lower classes.

Open. Close. Open. Close. With the alarm buzzing, my eyes slowly adjust to the sunlight cascading onto my bed from the window. The world has gone cold lately. Relatively speaking, our town looks the same as it did thirty-five years ago when my mother was a teenager, but in retrospect everything is so mind bogglingly different.

You see, the world has relapsed into its past. Racism has taken its course yet again and women’s right are slowly dwindling down to a startling rarity. Influenced by all the introverted chaos that fills the minds of teens today, growing up is hard to do. The judgement of bystanders is heavy on my shoulders as they wait to find a mistake so they can make some ignorant preplanned remarks.

Selfishness. Selfishness is what my mother says is the problem. “Everyone is just trying to get by in due time for themselves and the people who get hurt or mixed in the wake of that should fix it by themselves.” That’s what she always tells me. The world is such an egocentric place, not one task will willing get done by others unless it presents a reward of sorts. My mother explains that it wasn’t always like this, that about fifty years ago people showed small traces of togetherness.

It must just be the time. People purging on each other’s success and resisting all forms of tolerance towards difference and diversity. How did the world come to this? How is mankind regressing back to a time of arrogance and incentives as a virtue?

I can’t live like this.

Arwa’s Blog: I absolutely love how you explained how music has such a deeper meaning than just something to listen to, for you music is everything. I too love Blessings and all the underlying message in it. Especially since there’s no doubt that Drake understands certain qualities of life with an unclouded vision most people lack. it’s amazing to say the least. keep up the great writing!

Taylor’s Blog: I adore the way you explained the meaning behind “I Just Called to Say I Love You”, that song is truly astonishing to say the least. It seems like you have a deep love for Stevie Wonder’s work and that itself is amazing because I feel like people often forget musicians such as himself. I’m excited to read more of your blogs! Keep it up!

Riley’s Blog: Wow. Being that we’re literally best friends I know how much you truly connect with Troye’s music. The messages relayed throughout his music are extremely advanced for this time and are often overlooked. I loved how you took that stance, speaking down society for ignoring the problems that everyday people face at least once in their life. Keep up the great writing!

Music. For many people music is a sort of escape from the world around them. People can simply pop in some headphones and tune the world (and their troubles) out. To me music helps me cope with whatever is going on in my life. One person who I believe has influenced my life the most is Eminem.

Eminem or Marshall Mathers or The Real Slim Shady or Rap God or whatever you choose to call him, is one of the realest rappers out there. Many of his songs are about the real struggles he has faced and recovered from throughout his life. This is one huge aspect that draws me towards his music. He has gone through more than most realize and writes all his music based off that strength he has gained, that aspect gives me hope if nothing else.

If one day I woke up and saw the headline “Forever in our memories, Eminem. Your legacy will forever live on.” and the #1 trend on Twitter “#RIPSlimShady”, I would absolutely be crushed. Much of his music I find comfort in because of how authentic and raw it is. Many people don’t connect to his music for the simple reason that they haven’t experienced what he had, yet I have experienced some of that pain and so the connection is very much present. If he were to die, it would hurt more than I can express.

Without question, the song Mockingbird is hands down my favorite song. By far my favorite lines from the song are:
“We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have got so bad between us
I don’t see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it’s just something we have no control over and that’s what destiny is.” These words have so much meaning and passion beneath them and I connect so strongly to them for various reasons.

Eminem has greatly influenced my life so far, it would be such a shame to lose such a talented rapper at any time.