Tuesdays Response

From watching these videos of the high school kids, it reminds me allot of homestead, and the kids that we have here. From the pot heads to the nerds, these kids seem pretty typical.
Honestly I think i relate to the girl that wants to be a physical therapist because I also had problems with my body because I was a gymnast, and I was constantly getting injured, and physical therapists were allot of help to me. I don't think I would want to be a physical therapist but more like an occupational therapist, or a speech pathologist because I would like to do something that is really rewarding. I thought the guy that wanted to to be a counselor was really intersting because most guys at his age wouldn't want to be a counselor because it involves being very sensitive a understanding, and most guys at this age are not really that sensitive and understanding. The one that is most diluted is most defiantly the guy that wants to open a weed bakery, I mean that is just really out there, and most likely will not happen because he used the excuse that it would be for medical purposes, but if you need it for medical purposes, you not going to be putting it in like a cake.... at least I think.
In ten years, I see my self probably married and maybe having a kid or two. I see my self probably not extremely wealthy but comfortable and well off. I really enjoy being around people and making people feel comfortable, so I think occupational therapy is a good choice for me.



Dang, this girl is really talented! Soccer and freestyle, are 2 things that she is completely passionate about, and it has showed through out the years. Indi has been playing soccer since she learned how to walk, and from then on thats all she knew. I can relate because I was a gymnast for around 12 years of my childhood, and that is all i knew as well, and I understand that passion involved, and how it is apart of you as a person. Some of her statisitcs are mind blowing from juggling the ball more that 2000 times, and scoring 7 goals in a game when she was just 10 years of age. She got the chance to play at the Glascow womens national team and actually got subbed and impressed everyone by scoring 3 goals. Her creative footwork is her advantage, and no women in the world can do it like her. She had broken world records which is so cool! It is so sad that she was considered a "nobody" because she is so talented, and people didnt start knowing who she was until she had made her accomplishments. She is probably a role model for many young athletes and at only 16 years of age.

160 -the end

I cant tell you how many times the word love is used in this book, it is unreal! On the other hand this book is almost what the narrator is thinking in his head. Why this? Why that? Mentally he forced himself to abandon life itself. All of this because he had found out that Chloe had been seeing another man..."Will". Chloe had previously slept with Will too which made it 10 times worse. As Chloe was confessing, he was telling her it was okay, and then they had not spoke in two day since the trip, until he received a letter int he mail. "I am sorry for offering you my confusion, I am sorry for ruining our trip to Paris, I am sorry for the inviolable melodrama of it....."The letter brought no relief to him only reminders. The recognizable speech that she used only reminded him of her and her face, and her smell, and her touch. It is surprising how often rejectionin love is freamed in moral language, the language of right and wrong, good and evil, as though to reject or not to reject. He also describes how it is surprising that the one who rejects is labeled evil. After everything, he still loves her though. At this point he is asking himself allot of questions as usual. "Was my love for Chloe moral, and her rejection of me immoral?"But he had got to the point of really bad depression,m and almost could not live with himself....basically was a slug that only thought about Chloe. Sadly he was in a process of writing a suicide text saying stuff like" its the only way I could say I love you, please understand I could not live with out your love", and after he wrote it imagined Chloe getting the call from the police. He doesnt do it. Next thing you know he is at a hotel by himself to just be alone I guess. Towards the end he is making references to Jesus, and once again asking questions making many references to a "Jesus Complex" Saying his Jesus Complex had turned the situation that the rejection was a sign that Chloe was worthy of contempt or best pity. I feel like the narrator had gone a little bit crazy just because he talks about hallucinating about the break up and that it did not even happen. The last chapter is titled Love Lessons and it is basically a sum of the whole book and what love really is. Assuming that there are certain lessons to be drawn from love, and that we start to be wise when we realize that we are not born knowing how to live.

3.22 excercise

2. The peom that I liked the most last quarter was "Journey". This poem identifies something that happens to all of us, but we never have time to stop and think about our journies, and how they affect our lives. This poem relates because, I often experiance everything that is said in the poem, but I never have the patience and time to appreciate the goodness of the experiance. The rhyming also makes it more lyrical and fun to read. Also the diction expresses the different emotions such as frustration,"The many fights that made Dad say, "I'll turn this thing around!". Also it expresses the happiness in the car rides when the narrator says"I think about the time when we oustang the radio, and thought we sounded fine".

3. First I would like to say that this website is AWESOME, and it makes me really happy, because it reminds me of all the good things in life. Some of the ones I really like are, "Christmas hugs", "swapping drivers licenses with a freind and lauphing at eachothers photos,", lauphing so hard that you dont make a sound", "wearing your favorite pair of underwear and no one knows". These are just a few, I personally think all of them are awesome. One of mine that I think that should be on it, smelling the smell of a new book!

On Love 121-160

Chloe and the narrator chose to travel to spain to hope to fall in love even more than they already were. Which in my opinion could possibly be quite romantic. The house that they were stating in was absolutely ineffable. As soon as they arrived they took advantage of the clear blue water and took a swim. Despite there amazing time together, Chloe began to have a pain in her head that did not seem to get any better as the night went on. Deciding to get a doctor, with a further diagnosis of anhedonia. No big deal. Which is supposed to be common in tourists, because it is the disease of the suddeness of happiness.....haha i chuckled when i saw that. I guess the anxiety of the happiness led to a throbbin in the head which was painful. After the trip had gone by some more they began to fight about really pointless things, such as directions and maps. Then came to realize that they fought not because they hated each other but because they loved each other. "I hate you because I love you"

I think we can all relate, I think the reason why we fight and argue with our family so much is because we know that they will always be there no matter what, and its not like they can be-friend you easily. Also the reason be that we fight with our best friends is because we want what is best for them and we love and care about them on a different level then just a friend in lets say a class of yours.

SPRING BREAK!!!

Ahhh the joys of the Carribean. Spring break 2011 is when I am going on the biggest cruise ship in the word called the Oasis of the Sea. It is 4 times as big as the titanic..whooow that is huge. I am fortunate enouph to be going on this cruise because my freind is taking me and paying for most of the trip. With out her paying for it I probably would not have been able to go on it so.....thanks Mers mom and Dad! The cruise itself is going to Cozumel, Haiti and Jamaica Man! We are going to go snorkeling, and deep sea fishing, and rock climbing in like this water fall thing, swimming with dolphins and stingrays, and we are also going to be having a butt load of fun on the ship. The ship has an iceskating rink, a billion pools, tennis coarts, surfing stations, teen clubs, all you can eat for FREE, lots of shops, and I am sure lots of attactive males. Haha. Well anyway I am super excited because I have never done anyting like this before and this is basically a once in a life oppertunity for me. Sprin break 2011 lets gooooo!

The thirteenth Tale first pages 1-40

The narrator, Mitch Albom gives a brief introductory explaining his weekly meeting each tuesday with Morrie which is his former college prof. The meeting were at Mories house where they watched pink hibiscus plant shead his leaves. In his words it kind of implies that we should pay close attention to the hibiscus plant because I have a feeling it will play a role in the story later on. I some sort of flash back, Mitch remebers his graduation from college in 1979. In the flashback, mitch sees when he got his diploma handed to him and he introduced his parents to this favorite prof Morie. Before mitch leaves he presesnts Morie with a breif case that has his initails engraved into it. He wanted to give him a gift so that he would never forget him, and as Mitch is leaving, he turns and sees that Morie is crying.

In my opionion I think this is one of those books that will get better as I read along. It is almost dry right now but I have a feeling it will get better.

Love Song

Carol Muske-Dukes

Love comes hungry to anyone’s hand.
I found the newborn sparrow next to
the tumbled nest on the grass. Bravely

opening its beak. Cats circled, squirrels.
I tried to set the nest right but the wild
birds had fled. The knot of pin feathers

sat in my hand and spoke. Just because
I’ve raised it by touch, doesn’t mean it
follows. All day it pecks at the tin image of

a faceless bird. It refuses to fly,
though I’ve opened the door. What
sends us to each other? He and I

had a blue landscape, a village street,
some poems, bread on a plate. Love
was a camera in a doorway, love was

a script, a tin bird. Love was faceless,
even when we’d memorized each other’s
lines. Love was hungry, love was faceless,

the sparrow sings, famished, in my hand.