Ok sorry that was my train of thought... So yeah state is in a week and I have no reason to stress about it and if I really think about it thats not what it is. Something else is bothering me and I don't even know what it is. My life is actually imploding right now. I know I need to figure out what it is thats messing with me and fix it... But I don't know how.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
free post
State. Ok well Bailey you need to calm down. This is your fourth high school state meet, and your fourteenth state meet. Yes you are racing someone faster than you, who happens to be 2-3 years older than you, and the daughter of a year-round coach. Yes, you will get second no matter what you do. So what are you worried about? Times? You will be upset about your time even if you make sectionals so your just making it worse. Your art teacher could tell theres something wrong, but its not state is it? So what is it?
reading times this week and last week if thats not too late
the hate list:
1 hour 10/28
1 hour 10/30
30 mins 11/1
total- 150 mins
The hate list-
15 mins 11/6
the Lord of the flies
30 mins- 11/8
1 hour and 30 mins 11/10
total- 135 mins
1 hour 10/28
1 hour 10/30
30 mins 11/1
total- 150 mins
The hate list-
15 mins 11/6
the Lord of the flies
30 mins- 11/8
1 hour and 30 mins 11/10
total- 135 mins
island activity
I'm not really sure how this would have played out in real life, but I am sure I would have gotten frustrated and wandered off way before anyone could get organized and calm down. Probably people would argue enough to get exhausted until they finally just figure something out so they can calm down and find food and somewhere to sleep.
I really think after they pulled it together they could come up with a good system, but by then I wouldn't even get involved because I would basically tell myself they don't need or want my help. I mean I would go back and do what they told me, but I wouldn't try and change anything. I think that some people will still think they are right about something that isn't being done, and some that complain constantly about the situation they are in. Some people would try and make it appear as if they know more about something like camp fires and such when they are really just trying to appear valuable and in charge of a situation.
I really think after they pulled it together they could come up with a good system, but by then I wouldn't even get involved because I would basically tell myself they don't need or want my help. I mean I would go back and do what they told me, but I wouldn't try and change anything. I think that some people will still think they are right about something that isn't being done, and some that complain constantly about the situation they are in. Some people would try and make it appear as if they know more about something like camp fires and such when they are really just trying to appear valuable and in charge of a situation.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Free post
Its been such a long time... the past sometimes becomes more beautiful as it creeps slowly back. You remember happiness that wasn't there...
The music before, it was more than that. More than the music. Theres a time when the music makes you feel something, something so deep, it makes your heart ache. Closing your eyes you tried to reach it, and every time it stopped you kept up with it. When that happens; when the music stops but its somehow still there, like roots in the atmosphere around you, that atmosphere is as beautiful as the music. It seems so dazzling, thinking about it now. The fire, the movies, the pictures, the games, the conversation. It seems to all be too perfect, like something that was never there.
This time, there hasn't been enough time to stain what happened. It wasn't perfect, nothing will ever be perfect. But it was brilliant. Though the music has ended, as all music does, maybe its time to find that music again, or maybe whats done is done. Sure, not everyone came, yes the pictures were sometimes blurry, but I wouldn't change anything. The people were all brilliant, no one to spoil the games. The photo shoot was genius, the pictures holding those small moments in time. The movie was amazing. Even if the windows weren't all closed we locked the doors. Forget it demons, you aren't aloud to see this horror film. The fire was amazing. Even though it wasn't freezing, the marshmellows still got roasted. And at the end of the day, it was a marvel that I won't ever forget, but somehow, memory and pictures can't bring it back quite yet.
Until the next... or the closest thing to it.
The music before, it was more than that. More than the music. Theres a time when the music makes you feel something, something so deep, it makes your heart ache. Closing your eyes you tried to reach it, and every time it stopped you kept up with it. When that happens; when the music stops but its somehow still there, like roots in the atmosphere around you, that atmosphere is as beautiful as the music. It seems so dazzling, thinking about it now. The fire, the movies, the pictures, the games, the conversation. It seems to all be too perfect, like something that was never there.
This time, there hasn't been enough time to stain what happened. It wasn't perfect, nothing will ever be perfect. But it was brilliant. Though the music has ended, as all music does, maybe its time to find that music again, or maybe whats done is done. Sure, not everyone came, yes the pictures were sometimes blurry, but I wouldn't change anything. The people were all brilliant, no one to spoil the games. The photo shoot was genius, the pictures holding those small moments in time. The movie was amazing. Even if the windows weren't all closed we locked the doors. Forget it demons, you aren't aloud to see this horror film. The fire was amazing. Even though it wasn't freezing, the marshmellows still got roasted. And at the end of the day, it was a marvel that I won't ever forget, but somehow, memory and pictures can't bring it back quite yet.
Until the next... or the closest thing to it.
reading response
In two of the short stories I read, it showed things about state of mind. In one, the man's imagination comes up with an illusion of false hope. In the other, a old lady struggles from memory loss and seeing people that aren't there. These things are always interesting, and I think you need to assume these are just things that the brain did for some form of reason however distorted. I think I might be able to write about that, it could be arguable how logical the brain's thinking is in certain situations, whether it is functioning properly or if its a defect. Also if the brain is actually taking in everything, but ignoring or abstracting the reality. In one of the stories the words death, dead, and dying are used often, but it is so easily excused. Also in the other story the man is being hanged, and he senses the solemness of the event, yet he daydreams about a bizarre and impossible escape.
The hate list:
45 minutes
1 hour
20 minutes
125 mins
The hate list:
45 minutes
1 hour
20 minutes
125 mins
Sunday, October 13, 2013
reading times
the house of hades:
10/8- 1and a half hours
10/9-3 hours
10/10- 2 hours
(another cliffhanger and the next release in a year! some people...)
The hate list:
10/7- 15 mins
total- 285 mins
10/8- 1and a half hours
10/9-3 hours
10/10- 2 hours
(another cliffhanger and the next release in a year! some people...)
The hate list:
10/7- 15 mins
total- 285 mins
Monday, October 7, 2013
reading log
the hate list:
October 4th- 1 hour
October 5th- 1 hour
Short story-
(Because I spent more time on it then I was required)
October 6th- 45 minutes
165 minutes
October 4th- 1 hour
October 5th- 1 hour
Short story-
(Because I spent more time on it then I was required)
October 6th- 45 minutes
165 minutes
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