US Foreign Policy/Darfur - Works Cited
http://galenet.galegroup.com/servlet/OVRC?vrsn=230&slb=SU&locID=southindians&srchtp=basic&c=2&ste=20&tbst=ts_basic&tab=8&txb=%22United+States+Foreign+Relations%22+%2B+%22Darfur%22&docNum=A145089301&fail=0&bConts=8
This link is a bit brief, but it gives a lot of good details and opinions on the situation in Africa, and how the destruction in Darfur is not showing any signs of stopping.
http://galenet.galegroup.com/servlet/OVRC?vrsn=230&slb=SU&locID=southindians&srchtp=basic&c=1&ste=20&tbst=ts_basic&tab=8&txb=%22United+States%22+%2B+%22Darfur%22&docNum=A142320160&fail=0&bConts=8
This link is sort of a satirical standpoint, but nonetheless raises some very good points about how our country is not playing its part to help those in Darfur.
Correction!
So actually, it was the
School Poem that should have gone on our blog. My apologies!
A hot, sticky September day
Both sweat and sandals abound,
The air conditioner rattles endlessly
Yet no relief is found.
The moldy carpet smell permeates
The air around my seat,
As I'm stuck staring at the dull, blank walls
Leaving my mind incomplete.
It's as if the cinder blocks are staring back
To mock me in my daze,
For only the view of the sunlight and my teacher
Are unfortunately in my gaze.
The smooth sheets of notebook paper
Seem ideal for falling asleep,
But for now, I'll have to face another test
Without uttering a peep.
Hmmmm
I'm not sure what to write about. Usually my head is full of random ideas just floating around, but a lack of sleep is certainly not helping my creative side. I'd do anything for a big cushy pillow right now. Except I know the second I laid my head down, no matter how much I promise to just "rest my eyes," I would be off in Dreamland in about 10 seconds. I think sleep is pretty much my favorite thing. Not because I'm lazy, although I tend to be sometimes, but being in high school, it's definitely turned into sommething I look forward to more than other things. A good night's sleep is a rarity for a high school student, so when the opportunity approaches, what can I say?
Soooooo yesterday was my 18th birthday! Weird. I don't really feel like an adult. I' still feel like a little 14 year old anxious to start high school, when in reality I'm going to be graduating and going off to college in a few months! I'm trying to think of what the big deal about being 18 really is.
+ I can VOTE! :)!!!!
+/- I'm officially an adult
+ Can drive after midnight, and with more than one person in the car legally
- No more Child Price tickets at the movies :(
+ Lottery tickets are cool I suppose
+ I can get a tattoo or a piercing, although I'm not sure if I'll be doing that anytime soon
So here's to adulthood, I suppose. Here's to a few more years of freedom before I'm shipped off to the workforce.
Later days,
Emily
"Apology"
This is my
Apology
To the
Establishment
Of Food Town.
For I have
Nabbed
Your Delicious
Gummy Worm
Treats
And thrust them
Into
My pockets.
Although I was
Much too clever
To Be
Caught,
And they were
Indeed
Quite Delicious.
:)
In 2006, I made my same resolution that I do every year; to lose weight and to do better in school. And by the 3rd week of January, I always find myself eating cupcakes and not studying or doing my homework. And that laziness is starting to have a big effect on me. I procrastinated while doing my college applications, and now I'm afraid that one of them may not arrive on time. And that is a really scary thing, because I am so anxious to go to college, and to think that my procrastination will cause me to lose my chances, is quite frankly pretty embarassing.
So, this 2007, I will make a new resolution: to stop making excuses. When my college application isn't finished on time, I need to admit that I made a mistake and try to fix it as best as I can. When I get a bad grade on a test, rather than cry and moan about how much I hate the teacher, I will try to study harder for the next one, and get a kick-butt grade to cancel out the bad one.
I need to have more confidence in myself and the things I do; that way I'll be much more able to finish all the tasks and responsibilities I have on my plate right now.
"There'd be no distance that could hold us back..
So this is the New Year.."-Death Cab for Cutie
:)
-Em
Cuckoooooooo
I was pleasantly surprised with
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. At first, the sound of a play about crazy people sounded kind of fun, but I wasn't really sure how a story could develop out of it. And boy was I wrong. I loved reading it, and I'll definitely be renting the movie sometime soon. I love the true nature of the characters, and how everyone, diagnosed or not, is a little bit crazy in their own way. It made me laugh, made me very sad, and ticked me off all at the same time.
Reading the play aloud in class was fun. When Ms Morrison said she had the "perfect role for me," I was a little surprised to find that my character, Nurse Ratched, comes off as a cold-hearted witch most of the time. But I loved playing her. She brought a whole other dimension to the story, and as nasty as she was, the story couldn't have been the same without her.
My favorite part was near the end, when McMurphy's female friends come to the institution in order to throw a party with the patients. They all have a wonderful night, and when Nurse Ratched comes in the morning, she is furious. When she finds Billy, a young patient afflicted with a terrible stuttering problem, in bed with one of the girls, Nurse Ratched confronts him. And for the first time in a long time, Billy doesn't stutter when he speaks. I loved this part because it was like a slap in the face to Ratched, and Billy was no longer afraid of her or anything. Unfortunately, she threatens him by going to tell his mother, and this drives him back into his stuttering, and later, his suicide.
I can't really relate the story to my life or to the people I know, but I like that part of its message s that everyone is a little bit crazy, or at the very least, everyone has a different perception of what "crazy" really means.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest has become an instant favorite of mine, and I hope everyone else enjoyed it as much as I did. :)
Childhood Memories
The first rush of excitement comes when my sleepy little eyes peered at the clock, and noticed it was already 9:00. "Mom!" I yelled frantically. "Why didn't you wake me up on time! Now I'm going to be late for school!"
"Em," she replies. "Look outside."
I go to the window, and lift the blinds as a feeling of awe comes over me. I see a blanket of white covering everything as far as I could see. Icicles hang like crystals from the tree branches, and already I see other children sledding down their driveways.
"Finally!" I triumphantly cheered. "A snow day!" No school, no homework, just fun.
I throw on my hat, gloves, jacket, and most important my boots, and storm out into the cold. The frost hurts my cheeks but feeling the snowflakes as they fall on your face and in your hair is overwhelming. I spend my day making snow angels, and declaring a snowball war on anyone who crosses my path, who happens to be my next door neighbors.
At last, I come inside, tired and shivering from the frost. My mom already has a cup of hot chocolate waiting for me and I snuggle with my warm blanket. What a perfect snow day it was.
