sjsprWriting

In my swivel-y chair I sit

Staring at my computer screen for eternity

Swinging up and down through endless moods

Thinking about all the art I will make

All the effort it will take

I cant do anything

Piles of school work consume my mortal body

My head hurts

O why O why

Why am I doing this now?

I just wanna make art

With no pressure to create at all

I wanna make comics

I wanna play music

I wanna go to concerts

I wanna make t-shirts and stickers

I wanna dye my hair

I am ready for art school

Counting down the days

NYC is terrifying and yet

It is welcoming

Please

Let me leave

Are we done yet?

Five days

Five day

Five da

Five d

Five

Fiv

Fi

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To be honest, I have no idea how any faculty or administration likes anyone from our class. We are all clowns, jokesters, distracting, we love to party, honestly, any teacher's worst nightmare. Yet, in SJS, we have left a mark, and a big one. I hear so many people talking about us. If it's not about all our amazing college acceptance then it'sabout our sick parties we have or most importantly, how close of a class we are. How no matter what happens, we always support each other. How we have this intimate bond with everyone in the grade. Such a bond that can't just be broken by distance. We are a caring, loving, maybe not so responsible class that truly represents how classmates should be with one another. We know how to have a good time with everyone even in the most innapropriate moments. We are a class people admire for who they are as a whole and not individually. The class is a constellation made up of 38 stars that shine brighter than ever. The sky isn't the limit for us, we can go beyond that and if we get lost in the middle of space, we will most definitely not be alone. I know, for sure, any one of the boys is down for that adventure. 

I lost two important people in my life a couple of years ago, one was an angel and the other was a scholar. The angel, all she wanted to do was sleep, eat, and for people to pay attention to her. The scholar, he was ready to conquer and improve the word with his knowledge and inventions; he wanted to bring back what was right in his country. They both taught me a lot, yet at the time I was to immature to actually pay attention and listen to what they were saying. Angel taught me that everyone goes through hard times and that’s how life works. Scholar taught through the many attempts of trying to teach me how to play chess, that patience is a virtue. Of course they taught me other important things but those struck my heart and has stayed there for many many years. So thank you my Angel and my Scholar and may you rest in peace.

Her desire is to temporarily dissapear. She does not want to commit to anything fully, because if she did she might regret it. It scares her to think that what she had before was the best it will ever get for her, therefore, committing to something new scares her because of the fact that it could be either the best or the worst decision of her life.

This overwhelms her deeply. 

Being a ghost does not sound like the ultimate worst thing she could end up being. She fears physical suffering more than anything else in the world, and does not fear her mind because its very stable. This is one of her strengths. 

When things aren't going so well, her choice of recovery is to remain home watching T.V. without any socialization or communication with the outside world. Rather than spending her time facing fears, worries, or problems, she hides away at first to contemplate every angle of the situation, she stalls as much as she can, and does anything to give her mind time to think. She is deeply crude and straight to the point without sugar coating it. She finds a rush when she hears other people's problems, because it distracts her from her own. 

She is me

I dedicate this to my incredible class of 38

Where there’s more love than hate,

But that’s up for debate.

Just kidding, it’s all mostly love

It’s a group of which all of whom I’m extremely proud of

We’ve spent 14 long years at St. John’s school

Some might even consider it cruel

The class of 2016

Will never forget their proud years of wearing yellow, white and green

The hurricanes will forever remain in our hearts

It’ll just be broken into 38 parts

It is now time to start a clean new slate

Don’t look back, there’s no time to wait

10 amazing months living up to our name

Now burns the spark that ignited our flame

From this point on, things will never be the same

But we left a legacy impossible for any other to claim

This class literally brought the heat

With all the college acceptances, moments so bittersweet

Our class never failed to amaze

Since the day the color red invaded these hallways

For this last year I cannot complain

Anxiousness and excitement I will not contain

We are a family now and forever

Our memories will follow me wherever

Forget the reign? How about never.

Now it’s time for the chapter to end

Sadly, us kings and queens must begin to descend

Our title, however, we must always defend

Because now it’s college we have to attend

So all hail the champagne,

But, promise me you won’t go insane.

Raise your glasses in the air,

And look towards the future if you dare.

Always remember that we stand together,

Hand in hand, for always and forever.

That all of us will have each other’s backs

So mess with one and you’ll face the attacks

Believe in one another, now and later

And know that you’re all destined for something greater.

My lovely 38 it’s time for us to go

You’ll all succeed, of that I know

And let me just say that we most definitely stole the show.

Senior year flew by in just the blink of an eye,

I never thought the day would come, the time to say goodbye

Now it’s time to keep our heads held high

So hold back the tears and smile through the pain,

Long live the magnificent reign <3 

In a busy town street there was a small, wooden two story restaurant that served stew and porridge. Customers sat on wooden stools and ate over bar counter which behind was two chefs and two bartenders. In the back corner of the busy restaurant was a young boy washing the dishes surrounded in piles of plates and metal cups.

“Son! Hurry I need two cups! Says the female bartender.

She wears a white apron tightly around her brown clothes. She wears her blouse loosely and interacts with the male savages.

“Stop calling me “Son” You’re not my mom!” says the boy “I just want to be over with”

The boy is shirtless and covered in stains, dirt, and grit of from all the dishes and cleaning on the floor.

The older chef with the white beard whispers to the Bartender. “Quora, he’s not going to listen to you that way. All you do is ask and ask. I’ll give him some soup”.

A savage man shouts “HURRY UP I WANT MY BOURBON AND WHISKY!”

“Yes sir, coming right up!” She sighs “ Brendan would you please give me the cups? We can take a break later with food when the restaurant dies down”

Jokes. Comedy. Humor. Laughs. All necessary for humans. We love to laugh. We laugh when we're nervous, we laugh when we're happy, some laugh when we're sad, some laugh we're angry. Laughter is a way for us to deal with our emotions. Lately, however, I feel that these things are over abundant. I feel as if people aren't taking worldly matters, or themselves, seriously enough. When a terrorist group attacks one of the most important capitals of the world, the reaction of the world's population ought to be more reactive. Instead we listen to the news we talk about it we speculate we say what should be done without the intention of doing anything ourselves. We make "dark jokes" and laugh it off. This is affecting political society. I see many dank memes about Donald J. Trump and Hillary Clinton, making fun of their policies and ideals. This is all good fun but if the population was more serious perhaps there would be less people jesting and more people thinking: "how would II improve that? What will I do?" 

"Buen Camino!" id was I hear all day

Residents pass by wavin, saying this.

They are why I don't feel I''l end in may

I will greet Santiago with a kiss

Day 4 and my feet are filled with blisters

I'm shocked at how intense this journey is

Cows so vlode I even see thier whiskers

Hoping to come home as a brand new miss

Each walk is about seven long hours

This gives me A LOT of time to reflect

These huge mountains has showed me Earth's power

Hope to learn stuff and put it in effect

All though my clothes seem a little boyish,

Eager to see what's next on this voyage. 

Bananas. Strawberries. Nutella. Granola. Coconut Oil. Acai. 

These are the items that make up my acai bowl. I always order it likes this. Never changing, some even might say ordinary. But I'm just a simple type of gal who knows what she likes. SImplicity does not have to mean less imaginative or routine. It just means that not everything in life is centered in making everything complex. Why must people make things more complicated than they actually are? Why? Complexity can be creative, but it can also be a mess. No one wants a mess. I'll stick with my order for sometime. Maybe even make it more simple in the future and eliminate the nutella. Who knows? I do. 

"Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I don't like that attitude. I can assure them it is much more serious than that."

- Bill Shankly

I get offended when people say, "Oh Football (soccer) is just a sport". Football to me is way more than that. The feelings and emotions that I feel due to Football cannot be explained by just saying "Its just a sport". It a lifestyle, its a religion, its a passion that cannot be tamed. Liverpool F.C. is my passion. Yesterday was a prime example of why I love Liverpool. 3-1 down, at home, needing to score 3 goals in order to advance to the semi finals, against a team that has only conceded 5 goals the whole season. The fact that Liverpool managed to get those three goals and advance to the semi-finals is incredible. But its Liverpool. Its the spirit of Istanbul that dramatically sealed one of the most historic comebacks of all time. Its Gerrard's goal vs Olympiakos in the last kick of the game. It simply is Liverpool. It is pure football, pure emotion, pure passion, and just pure love.