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At Nanih Waiya High School, there are around 30-ish teenagers in my class. Since there aren’t that many of us, we’re pretty close(meaning all of us are friends pretty much). Well, there just so happens to be 3 Stooges amongst the 11th grade. Their names are Lane, Eric and Jacob Johnson. So naturally, everyone in the class is going to be teased about SOMEHTING. EG: Jacob Roeland(the big “WebMaster”) is teased for his extreme intellect. Nicky Green is teased for her not so extreme intellect(hey, she’s funny!). Troy Taylor is teased for his small frame…HA!(Anyone who knows him can clearly see the sarcaism).

And me…well besides the fact that I am completely random and cannot hear well, I am teased for my height…well my lack of height :). Personally I don’t find myself short. I am 16 years old and I stand 5′3″. This makes me a foot shorter than Troy and about 4 inches taller than Ashley Fulton(shortest girl in class). However, the fact that I look up to almost every guy in the class doesn’t help(Let it go guys! I am not short!). But I tell you who is short-Kenadie Jourdin Bromley.

Little sweetheart Kenadie was born on February 13, 2003. At her birth, she weighed 2 pounds and 8 ounces. The doctors didn’t expect her to live through the night, but she did. Little Kenadie was diagnosed with “primordial dwarfism”-a very rare genetic condition only to have affected 100 people. Kenadie isn’t expected to grow past 30 inches or weigh more than 8 pounds her whole life. Everyone refers to her as the “World’s Littlest Angel” and indeed she is. Everyone who comes in contact with her says they felt as they have been touched by God. Kenadie Jourdin Bromley, I don’t know you, but you are in fact a miracle. Short or not, you’re a much needed blessing to this world.

Tags: Seriousness

I love my Daddy to death. I really really do. But he hasn’t always been the best Daddy. Along the road of life he got confused between what his responsiblilities were and what he wanted. Daddy has always believed to go after what you want, and he did.

So, needless to say it’s been me, Mom and Adrianna. A solid family of three. I love Momma so much because she has to put up with me, a 16 year old, and my sister who is 10 and has a learning disorder called Autism. Sometimes she loses her cool, but what mom doesn’t? As for me, I go on. If I ever break down, it’s to my best friends or God when I’m going to sleep. I’ve heard girls at school say they can talk to their Dad about anything. It makes me feel akward, and sometimes even sad. I get these childish thoughts like well, why don’t I have that? What did I do wrong? This started in 6th grade and silently ate me up to the 9th grade. By then, I’d had two boyfriends with both relationships ending up in smoke. I was beginning to come up with the theorey that all men/boys were mean, cold hearted and wanted to hurt me. But, that year, I got put in Mr. Blackwell’s Pre-Algebra class.

Mr. Blackwell is 6′ tall, has really really short hair, small glasses and the sweetest smile anyone could love. I use to hate math but he broke it down really simple and for the first time in a while I had an A in math. He made it fun and showed me that not all men are idiots. Everyday Mr. Blackwell makes me smile. He loves me like I’m his and I love him like he’s my Dad. Sometimes I wish he really was. I hope that one day I can find someone like him so I can snatch him up

I love you DAD!!!!!!!!!

I haven’t been to a school graduation since 2004 when my cousin/sister Nikki graduated. I honestly never really thought anything about it or how important it is to someone until this year. Being a sophmore(2010 RULES BABY!), I have some good friends who are seniors. I never really pictured them gone until now because they’re really leaving. That kinda makes me sad. Nanih Waiya’s(Yes, there is a school call ‘Nanih Waiya’) class of 2008 is full of people that always made me laugh when I was having a rough day and role models who showed me a lot of things like being myself. But, I do admit I’m more happy for them than sad. They’re lucky they’re leaving this place. Go fast!

The fact that some of them are my friends I began to ponder about own our graduation. And I find myself torn every time it crosses my mind. I’m ready to go be myself in the world. I want so much to see new places and meet new people. But then, there’s the fact that I won’t be here goofing off in the hallways. I won’t be on the feild every Friday night screaming to the top of my lungs. The faces that I see everyday will possibly be replaced by people’s stares.

So I have one mission for next year-have more fun. I won’t be so serious and I’ll learn to joke around more. I’m gonna have the time of my life with all my friends while they’re still here. Because I mean let’s face it-you can’t beat the CLASS OF 2010 BABY!

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Proposition: We, as humans, do not know perfection. This is because there is only one perfect person: God. No one can see His face and live. Not that He would kill you, but the glorious light that shines from Him would blind our mortal eyes.

So how can we say “That’s perfect”?  We do not know perfection. So if this is true, why do we care what the world’s standards are for perfection?  The world can have it’s own idea of perfection, but that is not the only answer. It’s kind of like opinioned standards. So if these standards come from the world’s opinion, then why do we let what the world throws in our face bother us?

As a great friend explained to me one time, there is no REAL knowledge. Therefore, there is no REAL standard of perfection. As for myself, perfection lies only in my Savior. The imperfection of people I love makes them beautiful, but the perfection of my God makes Him breathtaking. I’m so in love with my perfect Jesus and I can’t wait to see Him one day

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She never feels good enough

She cries herself to sleep

She never shows how much she hurts

No one can see that deep

She comes to school with a smile

And brightens everyone’s day

She’s dying for someone to show her love

But they just walk away

If only they knew what’s on her mind

Someone might stop to take the time

To make her see she’s wonderful

But they just walk away

They have nothing left to say

For the girl who always makes them smile

Maybe one day after a while

She’ll find someone who understands

Someone who won’t let go of her hand

Showing her the best part of her heart

And not all the times she’s failed

She needs to spend more times laughing

Than studying the scale

So I’ll look in the mirror

And stare her right in the eye

And tell her that she’s beautiful

And remind her big girls don’t cry.

The more I look at girls today the more I see most of them have one thing in common: Low Self Esteem.

I use to struggle with this a lot. The girl in this poem reflects exactly how I felt. Some girls tend to beat themselves up when they feel like they’ve failed. If they never hear someone saying I love you or I’m proud of you, it will make them worse. And that leads to things as serious as health problems or cutting.

So, if you have a friend/girlfriend/sister/cousin or whatever, tell her how wonderful she is.

You have no idea how one complement can brighten a girl’s day

Tags: Seriousness

My English teacher is crazy :). She makes us work EVERY day and sometimes I could sleep. But lately our class has been on the story The Sword and the Stone and she really came up with a neat idea. We get to make our own coat of arms. I know it sounds nerdy to actually like a project like this but it’s so interesting learning what all these symbols mean. The real meaning behind some of these things would surprise you.

My coat of arms is outlined with wavy lines. Wavy lines represent water or the sea. Every summer since I was 12, my family and I have been going to the coast. The best part about the trip is when I first get there. I always go to my room, put my stuff away, then I head out bare foot. I walk up to the shore and just stare out at the blue-green water. When I step out ankle deep into the water, I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the crashing waves. It’s very peaceful and it has become one of my favorite places in the world.

The two background colors of my coat of arms are silver and blue. Silver represents peace which ties in for my love of the sea. And blue represents truth and loyalty. Truth and loyalty are what connects me to my best friends.

I have 4 well really 5 symbols on my coat of arms. My first symbol is a candle. The candle represents life and light. It matches my amazement and awe at the gift of life. My second symbol is a white rose. It stands for love and faith, and these are two of the things I strive for in life. My third and fourth symbols are vines and flowers. The vines represent strong and lasting friendships. The flowers stand for joy and hope. I felt that these two went hand-in-hand. My final symbol is a cross. It is my favorite-therefore, I placed it in the top right corner. The cross represents my love for Christ. Being a Christian is more important to me than anything in the world.

This is my shield, my coat of arms. While some people think it’s lame, I think it’s awesome. No one else has a shield like mine because it is as unique as myself. So, if your teacher ever suggest you make a coat of arms, don’t be lazy about it. Find out who you really are-and do it on purpose.

I hate rap music. Hate it. Christian rap is fine but plain out rap-ugh..!

I have alot of friends who listen to it just because “it’s cool”. So? You know, if you took the words to the rap music and put them in a country song, no one would think it was “cool”. There are even rappers who don’t allow their children to listen to that crap. The rappers are doing it because it’s their JOB. They’re ENTERTAINERS. They really don’t run around talking about sex and shooting people all the time.

You think “Oh well, she’s just a little good girl who blah blah blah…” Fine. You wanna think that about me? Ok. At least I’m not listening to some trash and standing up for what I believe in.

So the next time you hear a rap song on the radio, listen to the words-not the catchy beat. And if you can find one that doesn’t talk about sex or drugs or violence and doesn’t have any cuss words-let me know. I’ll delete this post. But I gaurntee-there are no decent songs.