The colorful eyes

The colorful eyes.

I woke up from a curious dream; a dream I thought about for the rest of the day, and you will understand later why, for the rest of the day, I didn’t make much eye contact with anyone. This was the kind of dream that could definitely not come true. But it was still the kind of dream that not many are lucky enough to experience. My dream wasn't inspired by the day before, or from trailing off into thought during a math test. This dream created itself without my consent. My dream was about eyes. They were blue, then green, then they suddenly turned white. Finally, the eyes became absorbed by a face. But the eyes were the only entity that had mattered at the moment. Then they looked away from me and I found myself in a cave. A dark one to, in fact, the only bright or color related objects were those eyes. Outside the entry of the cave was a war taking place. Bombs fell to the sky and lug nuts fell to the ground as if every little part to a plain was completely destroyed just to get my attention. The person who possessed those eyes was sitting on the other side of the cave using a typewriter looking annoyed and bitter as if he the typewriter used him, as if the typewriter owned him and he couldn't stop typing for anything. I could then see a cabinet on one side of him in the shadows of the cave. A bomb could be herd outside. Planes flew over the cave and shook our surrounding. The man with the colorful eyes, which were now turning pink, pulled out something from the cabinet drawer. All of a sudden, a janitor walks into the cave yelling, “The British are coming, the British are coming!" Then he ran back out. I looked back the man in the cave with the colorful eyes. He pulled out a pair of boxing gloves. He put only one on his right hand. One of his eyes slides akuardly to my side of the cave and looks deeper and deeper. He becomes beastly and I crush myself to the wall cave trying to get far away from those eyes. His rite hand slams against the typewriter completely destroying it. Peaces of more lug nuts fly around the cave and jump around like little crickets making small clanking noises until it falls silent again. The eye in my direction turns the color of red wine. All of a sudden the gloved hand shoots my direction and whacks me out of my bead. So please, don’t even look at me.

JK Rowling Speech

I am standing in line for my graduation certificate. The line is long and excited. Every individual feels as though they have finally made it out of the grave yard, where they had left there dramas, embarrassing social moments, their long days of sitting for hours on end, and there restless nights cramming in examination information before the early morning exam. This is the moments life starts a new. "Take it in and don't forget a single moments of your situation Madison." The line gets smaller and smaller. I begin to fill my imagination with what the future holds for me. "The world is waiting for you." I feel like a small maggot hungry for those wings to buzz of and make myself known to those worldly faces, who I know may be slapping me away, or greeting me with a hopeful hearts for my success. My time has come. I dream about my adventures. I am in strange lands in New Guinea, traveling with experienced thrill seekers and science whizzes. I am special for my knowledge and accepted as a famous Entomologist. I am about to discover one of the most important discoveries of bug history. Then I flick on back to reality and slide into the past soon after. I stand in front of my Biology class, trying to think what I am suppose to do. "Oh the horror," I think. What embarrassment I must have been to my teacher who had worked so hard to teach me these concepts. I feel as though I had failed both him and I. My memories flow to all the times I know I had made a mistake. All those lonely feelings being away from home crushes my confidence. But I am almost to the front of the line and I feel bold, brave, and ready again. I see my family in the audience. My Mom is crying and my Dad is proud. My life is changing. I then float back to the situations and the people that have helped me get here. All those wonderful teachers who cared about me. All of those A+ that I worked so hard for. And all of my friends I could not breath without. I shake my Certificate presenters hand and look into his eyes to show my thanks. I almost trip on the state with excitement and finally stumble down the steps. The paper I hold in my hand represents success and my final day as a college student. The tears come. That night, I celebrate watching movies and eating ice cream with my family. Peace at last.

last personal blog post

To me, life is hard. To everyone I know, life is hard. To the good and bad people, life is still hard. LIFE IS HARD! There really is no rest for the weary. None! Though I never would, I can imagine why people commit suicide, but I truly never would! They are lonely, responsible, unhealthy, or unwanted. They are simply miserable. It is a scary feeling to be alone. I have only had small moments when I feel alone, so I cannot imagine how anybody can be alone there whole lives. I think about those poor people in India having to beg with there frightened voices and there week hearts. They are shy and mad at the world, but have to hide it to survive. One class mate of mine once asked me “how could I help the homeless by eating all my food, what good would that do?” For them, nothing at all, for yourself, you may feel thanksgiving, peace, appreciated to be alive, to have a home, to know where you your next meal will come from, to understand you have safety and basic needs. Maslow's hierarchy of needs consists of only five theoretic ideas that show how a person can go through life without being miserable. Number 1, the need of Self-Actualization. This means to have in your life, Morality, creativity, problem solving and acceptance of facts. Number 2, the need of self Esteem: Confidence, achievement, and respect. Number 3, Love. Everyone needs this because it assures friendship, family and sexual intimacy. The fourth is Safety. This I know I could never live with out. One person that makes me feel safe is my dad. I think about those children and those mothers without husbands and fathers. How unsecured can you get? The last is Physiological needs, which are the basic needs. Of course you need to breath. You need food, water, and sleep. Yet, many individuals still don’t have even these basic things in this life. I want you to think what lies outside your comfort zone. Could you stand sleeping outside in the middle of the winter season as a homeless person? Could you imagine your life without parents or siblings? So, the next time you through away an apple with only one bite in it because you decide you would rather swipe your friends cookies, remember what you have and what others do not.

Hey, your epidermis is showing!

SKIN: bristly, bumpy, fuzzy, hairy, sweaty, rugged and complex. Because of skin, we’ve reached a lack of empathy towards our fellow beings. But can you truly blame the skin? What about the brain? Isn’t the brain worse! Our brains are far more ugly, slimy and complex than our hides! But oh, I forgot, we all have brains, and all our brains must look the same, and all our brains are the source of judgment, and judgment is not a crime in America. Did you know the average human adult body consists of 6 pounds of skin? Picture a large black male human being. Now picture him with only his boxers on, what are your eyes going to mainly visualize? SKIN!
Now you understand that skin is our judgment source. It is how we tell a person where they are from, how they must act, where they must be going. Arnold H. Glasgow said “The fewer the facts, the stronger the opinion.” This means that every individual has more interest in their opinions than the facts they see in front of them, which in our history, is the cause of destruction and pain. If you are like me, you are a thinker and you want to know the truth! So I read “THE HELP.” This novel went down to the nitty gritty of the way blacks were viewed during the 1960‘2, generally women.
But you don’t have to be a woman to understand what this book is trying to demonstrate, because the stories this book tells can relate to anyone, and was meant to be read by everyone. Fact: skin color is not the source of a humans actions. Fact: skin color is not our source of our birth place. Naturally, the majority of people will disregard the facts. “The Help” reassures a simple path for unsure people. People who are uneducated about why black is black, why white is white, and why purple is purple! It’s simple, because we were made that way. Just like the zebra was made with stipes, and the jaguar was put on earth with spots. If we can’t accept this fact, or we can’t find a scientific explanation, simply let it go and read. Gain empathy. Strengthen your opinions through the facts in these stories. Become aware of the characters and their lives, because just understanding that these blacks are still people, it should be enough to accept to belive that they can return that empathy towards us. Their are blacks and whites who hate each other, but now it is because of history, and the lack of change that came from it. The book states the truthful feelings, and the individual worth. More than ever, this novel brought anger and shame.

Madison's last personal blog post

I could’t sleep last night. I was too hopped up on cake. My best friend Melanie has been over to my house every night for two months. I don’t care what you think. Last night, we saw a UFO in the sky. Both our moms would not believe us and that made us a little frustrated. We stared at it flying across the sky for five minutes wondering if we should keep it to ourselves or get our parents. It looked exactly like a star. It went across the stars as fast as a plane but slow enough to know it was far far away in outer space. It was smaller then the northern star and bigger than a shooting star. It was bright and calm looking. I swear, it was the coolest unknown thing I have ever seen. We had just gotten back from our basketball game and wanted lay on the spring grass and watch the stars. We were the only to fortunate people in the whole world to have seen what we saw. I promise we’re not crazy! We said hello to the Aliens, (no, really, we waved and said hello) than we went inside, made cake and watched scary movies. Now you know a little more about me. I like being weird and fun. Yes my best friend in the whole world may be a 12 year old, but she knows how I view life and how to live it. We do everything together and have known each other all our lives. I love you Melanie :)

Madison'creativity post

Elizabeth Gilbert has some great points. She is great at explaining how our creativity is limitless but not always positive in a human life. I believe that each person is creative in their own way. A writer is a thinker. A thinker can create ideas that know one else bothers to think about because they don’t think it will lead to something. But Elizabeth Gilbert has created a new way to think about specifics, such as our individual creativity, and that is what makes a great writer, because it challenges the mind but also makes sense. There is still one thing I could not understand about what she said about dealing with our creativity. If our greatest accomplishment of our creativity could be behind us, should we not fight to gain back our success, or do we really need to accept our defeat as if the universe wants us to stay broken after our first, and maybe our last accomplishment? I know she must have cleared this up, but most of what she said seemed like most of what we need to do is simply accept our fate. One of my biggest fears is, “What if I am only meant to be a mom? What if my life will be as simple as the natural women?” I don’t want to be the mom who, once, went outside the country at one point. I have a lot more to offer.

Madison's English Writing prompt. In perspective of my Mom.

In perspective of my Mom.

Madison is 17 years old. She has long blond hair. Chris, my husband, named her after her great grandfather. Earlier in her life, I could tell she felt her name was boyish and strange. Because her name was a boy name, she never participated in little girl activities. I was happy to finally see her accepting her name around 12 years old; about the time she graduated into Young Womens Mutual. She still hates the girly stuff, but turned out socially stable. While experiencing being a middle child, she became very desperate for attention. She’s grown out of her loneliness. Making friends at her knew school has helped her with a lot of her communication skills. Madison has always loved to see knew things. Her best friend Emily is the same away. They used to jump from high places just to prove they were brave. They called themselves “the dare devils.” They also loved to try disgusting foods to know what everything tasted like in the world. Madison never wore shoes when she was younger. Once, on a 6 mile hike down Uinta trail, she went bare foot the whole way, trying to prove shoes were a conspiracy. She is adventurous, stubborn, a hand full, and expensive! She may be the most expensive child we have ever had! She doesn’t ask for a lot of things, but when she wants something, it is usually a good thing she needs, but also expensive. Her Cello was purchased at seven hundred when she turned 10. But she knows it has all been hard to give her all she wants, and tries to show us how grateful she is. She loves her family and knows never to object when I ask her to baby sit, not because she has to, but because she knows how hard mothering can be, and when ever she gets a chance, she becomes the mom and puts the house in order. Today, she is still that sensitive, passionate, adventurous girls she will always be.

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Madison's 3rd personal blog post

Last night I had a dream. Odd, but vivid and creative. I dreamed I had money. Only about one hundred dollars, but to me, I could do anything in the world with this money. I felt powerful and invincible. To my horror, I had accidentally dropped all of my money in a used toilet! I rushed to ask my parents what I should do. I felt that horrible embarrassing as I told them what I had done. Most of all, I felt scared I would lose all of that power and invincibility because it was in a pool of water. It was rite it front of me, but I didn't even have the stomach to look at it. I woke up relived, not that I didn't have to reach in the toilet for my money, but for not having to regret and deal with the shame for that simple accident. It was a lot like feeling what I feel many times in my life. But it is a comfort to know I am not the only one that can feel this shame and regret, and even horrified of my mistakes. I can't help it in some situations because in one split millisecond, ones life can fall or rise, and we may lose some or gain some power. But you can not usually change it afterwords.