May 23, 2011 § 9 Comments

I have a bad reputation and I think its because of all the dumb stuff I do and all the parties I go to but I, on the inside don’t fit my reputation. People think that I always do the wrong thing they feel sorry for me when the things I tell them aren’t even that bad.

When I was younger my Daddy would drink and when he was drinking he would be mad and sometimes abusive. I know that my dad is a good man and I know that he loves me and my sisters, and I look up to my mother because, she has endured living with him for 18 years and she has taken the abuse but she stands by his side because of the ring around her finger that means until death do we part.

When I was younger my mother told me that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. My dad has been in and out of jail his whole life because of drugs. He would steal pain pills from my grandpas house and he would take money from my Mom’s purse and tell us not to tell anyone and the next night when my mom found out there would be yelling and fighting.

I haven’t lived an easy life. A big part of my life has been partying, drugs and alcohol. Parties every night and cleaning the house at 6A.M. because children services are coming in the morning. And I was about eleven when I found Jesus Christ. Well it’s more like he found me.

On the inside I feel like there’s a hurricane waiting to come out and on the outside I take no action and try to stay as calm as I can. But it all builds up to the point that you can’t take it anymore. I think that class is how well you can control your anger and how well you can help people with their problems and at the same time use their situations to solve your problems.

I would take the anger out on myself and burn myself and cut myself because I wasn’t sure about myself. I found me trying to kill myself everyday and trying to die but then I realised that I didn’t want to waste my life so I have been going on mission trips and donating money to children in need.

Class is just a word to me because, if you are ranking someone then you are judging them and I don’t think that’s right. You can classify someone about how they act but you don’t know what’s going on that persons life and you don’t know what’s going on in their head.

I know what it feels like to be judged and I know how it feels to be excluded from everyone else. I know what it feels like to have everyone thinking one thing about you but you know that it’s not true and you know that your not like that. I know how it feels to have everyone in the whole world against you. You feel small and defeated and you don’t know what way to go and no matter how hard you try you cant find your way back home. I know how it feels to be beaten within an inch of your life. I know how it feels to live in poverty and live in fear. I know how it feels to be hated.


Dare Essay

May 17, 2011 § 1 Comment

This year in D.A.R.E. I learned how to resist drugs and violence. I also learned about the different ways that drugs effect your body and your mind. D.A.R.E. is all about making sure kids don’t do bad things like drugs, and giving into peer pressure.

We learned that 7% of eighth graders have smoked and we learned that 15% of eighth graders drink alcohol. I hope one day we can lower both of these percentages to zero percent.  We learned that there are five different ways people try to persuade you.  And on the other hand we learned five different ways to say no.

The five ways people try to persuade you are, one heavy, two friendly, three positive, four indirect, five teasing. The five ways to say no are, one  avoiding the situation, two strength in numbers, three walking away, four cold shoulder and five using humor.

These are important because it only takes one stupid mistake to change your life. The easiest way to quit it to not even start. Just think about it, why would you want to put nicotine and smoke and tar in your lungs? Don’t you want to be able to run a mile or half a mile when your forty years old? Well you wont be able to run or even walk up stairs without being winded because of how the smoke and tar effects your lungs.

Its always easy to start but its never easy to quit. This is what my dad pounds into my head everyday. My dad has smoked since he was fifteen and he has tried to quit more times than you can count on two hands. He always tells me not to smoke and not to do drugs.  I plan to listen to him.

I pledge to live a drug and violent free life. I will follow laws that are set because they are set for a reason and I will always make good choices about witch path I’m going to choose in my life.

Camp Oty Okwa

May 12, 2011 § 2 Comments

This year at sixth grade camp we went to Camp Oty Okwa. I saw a huge change in some people in my group. The people in my group were Vince, Dustin, Danny, Heath, Nick, Caitlin, Brook, and Heidi.

At the beginning of camp everyone was afraid to volunteer for things and they were afraid to step up to the plate and help out. We were afraid that we wouldn’t know how to do something and we were also afraid that we would get made fun of. Also at the beginning we weren’t all friends and we weren’t very open with each other.

That night at dinner people were getting more warmed up to the teachers and started talking more. One thing that really stood out was that at lunch people didn’t really use manners and then at dinner people were so polite and nice.

The next day at breakfast we were all talking and having a good time. I think that we really started to warm up to each other then. At first I was only hanging out with the people that I hang out with at school and then I realise that I should be including every one in my group so then I started to talk to everyone.

I think that at the rock climb after lunch in the second day is when everyone really realized that we  could all be friends and trust each other. Not everyone in my group made it all the way up the rock but at least every one tried.

At initiatives we had to work together to solve a puzzle and we finally after one million times got it right. Then we had to pick a partner and we had one person blind-folded and the other person wasn’t allowed to touch them and they had to guide the person with their words. Then the blind-folded person had to throw a cloth ball and try to hit another blind-folded person. After a blind-folded person got hit three times they were out.

After initiatives we had the wall climb. Heath was the first one to go up the wall. I made it up two times and so did many other people. I think that every one did a great job and tried their hardest. Everyone made it at least two rock grips high and did their best.

After that was dinner and we had chicken. It was good. That was the point that I realized that everyone was going to get along and everyone will be fine. From that point on we were all good friends and we truly had changed.


May 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

This summer I am going to a country in Africa called Kenya. I am going with my youth group and we are going to help save peoples lives and we are going to try to lead people to Jesus.

Kenya is what’s considered a non-profit country. This means that the country is very poor and they make little to no money. What people don’t realise is that one person can make a difference and if you have more than one person you can make a bigger difference.This summer my youth group and i are going to change lives and save people because we care.

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