"My Father Told Me I Was Fat" Blog

The first blog i read was about being nice to the pizza delivery man. Letting him over in the highway, letting him gently pass you, and these are just all reminders of paying in forward in everyday life. For example, being nice to the delivery man is a sign of respect to him or her, and yourself. They are probably in a hurry or a rush, just trying to make their next delivery on time. I think the author has a very good moral to this story, and now I will think twice about the pizza man. Also, I will try and pay it forward to hardworking citizens whenever I can. This was a very well written and wise story, and I really enjoyed reading it.

Seeing With the Heart
This was by far my favorite story of all the blogs because it was touching and very personal. She told the readers facts that were from her heart and stories of her past. This story of the little girl and the bond she has with her 'mother' shows the strong and loving relationship between them two. It does not matter what you look like, you can be family with anyone you want to. It does not matter the skin and color your hair, you can love anyone you are close to, like family.

My Father Told Me I Was Fat
This story was saddest to me. This girl seemed like she was in much pain all day and night, and by writing and making poems, that was her only way to get through the day successfully. No person should go through the abuse she has gone through. Also, fathers should not choose to hurt their children, they should support and love them with all the heart. This father disgusts me in so many ways, I could not bare to live in this house. I am glad he got what he deserved and in the end was built self-confidence and persued her way of life.

Something About A Ransom Note...

Dear Graham,
Years ago, you stole something that was dear and close to my heart. You stole my mother's earrings, the prize possession of her whole jewelry library. Now, I want $500,000,000 dollars. You know why I want that much money? I stole your love of your life, Sarah Chizever. She is now in my captive hands, tied up, and her mouth taped shut in complete darkness and silence. If you ever want her back, you are going to have to come get her at this address with the money: the park. If you do not come with the money, I will have my possy get you. I do not ever want to see you around Worthington ever again, unless you give my earrings back. Sarah Chizever will remain captive and lonely while your crippled soul sits at home, admiring my mother's earrings. Thank you, and I hope you love your woman enough to come save her.
Sincerely,
Da Boss, Sarah

Something About A Unicorn

Living in the Mountains of the Northern Appalachians, there lived a unicorn. Other unicorns knew him as Grem, the weakest unicorn. He had yet to sprout his wings, since he was the youngest out of five brothers and sisters. He lived in solitude, in the rocky cave beneath the magestic waterfall. Each morning, Grem would wake up, stretch his arms and legs, and watch the slow dripping of the water travel its way into this cave. He would collect this purified water; it came from a rock, but not just any ordinary rock, the Goutling Rock. The Goutling Rock was known to all unicorns for being unknown and powerful, but its power had not been realeased, for the Rock had not found its rightful and grateful owner.

Unaware of the power Grem possessed, he collected this water into a glass jar he got from the local market. Days went by, the sun setting low in the sky, as Grem watched the other unicorns fly. He was so lonely and weak that he could not make friend and join in on the magestic flying and mingling with the other unicorns. He could not resist the urge to drink the mysterious water, not knowing what the affects would be, Grem downed the water in one gulp. This was at his mistake--the Goutling Rock was an evil, tempting rock, which held one of the greatest life lessons. "You can get what you want, but you will never know what the consequences will be until you posess what you want." A confusing statement, but not to Grem. Grem died immediately, and his heart was forever engraved into the Goutling Rock. For he thought his greatest want was to fly, yet the Goutling Rock knew of another.....

Something About A Fireplace

Sleeping there with the fire warming my toes, there was not sound or movement anywhere. The tree was set up in the middle of the room, with it's glistening Santa Claus on top, shining on the night before Christmas. cookies and lactose intolerant milk were laying on a tray next to the couch. I was snuggled up in a quilt, dreaming about what presents Santa would bring me this year. Falling in and out of sleep, the excitement was overtaking my mind if I would actually see Santa Claus this year. All of a sudden, the fireplace cleared, fire dissappeared, and my eyes could not believe what I was about to see.

A skinny, brown-haired man shifted his body through the fireplace, carrying a huge red bag over his shoulder. My first thought was that is was Santa Claus, then I saw his young and unhappy face. He seemed as in shock as I was! He saw me, overcome with shock and disbelief, and said, "Hi little girl, I am just going to lay your presents down and then go on my way." He did not go for his cookies, which really made me livid. Thankfully, he drank the milk...and spit it out.

Something About A Chair

It was a cold blistering wind that ran shivers up your spine. My Uncle's chair grew icicles up its legs, with the cushion temping to fall into the snow. It was the christmas celebration of my dad's side of the family, gathered with more than twenty people. The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon raisin cookies mingled in the air, while tacky air freshner of winter pine attached itself onto the clothes of guests. I was 5, my sister 7, and we sat there constantly popping crackers into our mouths, waiting for the gift exchange.

Voices rose, yelling, "It's time!" and everyone navigated towards the most beautiful site of my Aunt's house. The tallest christmas tree, sparkling at every branch, twig, and bark you saw, filled with hanging angels that lit up slowly with an array of colors hovering its halo. The santa of the night, the family member who gives out the gifts one by one, was my cousin Sarah. She picked up the first present she saw, and yelled out, "Sarah Smiley". That night before Christmas, was my first Christmas Eve celebration I would have at my aunts, which would continue on to this day.

Ten Abilities

I'm Compassionate, Competitive, Intelligent, Athletic, Sensitive, Fun-loving, Vibrant, Original, Comforting, and a Go-Getter.
I can use these abilities to affect and change my life by trying to use them in my everyday life. I can try to compassionate to everyone I talk to or meet and I can try to comfort those who need it the most. I'm a go-getter, which means I can go after my dreams and hopefully succeed in life at what I want to do. I can apply being competitive to my life by trying to beat my fellow opponents in what I play. I can also share my vibrance to those I meet and hopefully make the one's around me smile and have their day brightened. In the manner, I also want people to have fun around me and laugh as much as they can. Sometimes I am not in a laughable mood, so I am going to try and change that as soon as possible!