Columbus Mosaic: Word Cultures Homework in Short

Basically, we had to read this stupid packet for World Cultures about the different countries that landed in America! This was when Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492 with Nina, Pinta, and Sainta Maria. But, apparently, Mr. Columbus isn't the great hero guy that we all sang about in elementary school. He's Mr. Let's Kill Some Indians to Get Some Land! I don't know about you, but that just totally killed my childhood.

So how exactly did the Spanish form colonies in the Americas? Basically, they "mingle" -cough- rape -cough- with Native women and create little Spanish Native children. Aww, now ain't that cute? Here's more. How did the French colonize Canada? They brought over French whores and the guys married the women to reproduce. So they multiplied and multiplied and multipied and died. Fun fun. Apparently, the French marry young and produce tons. Guys, this is what protection is for. Use it!

Then we have the English. Now, the English people decided, "Hey, let's send lots of people over to the Americas so we could dominate!" And guess what? It worked! Two points for the English. But then they killed the Indians. That's fun too? I guess?

But, to summarize it all, our lovely America began with Spanish people tricking Native Americans and killing them for land. Now, is that how we want to view America? When I was a little child, I used to think, "America is like the land for freedom, right? It's the best place on Earth." And now look where we are! We're in a war for oil! You know what would totally save our gas prices? If you people in the trucks and hummers go switch for a little tiny Civic. What's the use of driving those huge cars if you're not lugging around an elephant on a day to day basis? Really, people, small and compact is the way to go!

Also, while I'm still rambling about how stupid humans are, let's talk about cell phones. Did you know that you could get brain problems from talking too much on the cell phone? That's right. All that radiation from the phone can't be too good for you. So get off that little device and learn to talk to people face to face.

Back to cars! I don't know about you, but if it's not blizzarding (Yes, that is a word. If it's not, then I proclaim that it is.) outside, then you should forget the car and just walk! Or bike! Or scooter! Or do some exercise. I'm tired of watching those, "Loose a hundred pounds now!" commericals on TV. Can't you guys just get the point and realize that eating an expensive meal won't help you loose weight? Get your butt off that couch and move! Also, by walking instead of driving, you will save a lot of gas and energy! ATP, not gasoline, everyone!

Lastly, I'd like to say to everyone that, if anyone in this post has offended you, then I apologize. You have your own opinions. I have mine. We don't all think alike, and there are different views on different situations. Go along on your own way and follow your heart. Don't listen to me. And now, I must depart to go to sleep or else I will have to strangle someone tomorrow morning. Good night!

Waiting for Heaven

She simply laid there in the gleaming snow,
Blocking the path of dreams that flow
Away from her grasp and forever gone
To a place that lies farther than beyond.

Her hands reach out at the ray of light
That will lead her on throughout the night.
She fights back tears of burning rage
As her memories were fading, page by page.

Each snowflake buried her in her dying hopes;
And though she knew that she mustn’t mope,
She couldn’t fight the rampant fire—
That envious heart and dark desires.

But as winter faded to a cheery spring,
She couldn’t mend her broken wing:
The cripple that made her fall so low;
The cripple that made her walk the roads…

To that place in Heaven where she would sleep,
Where her tears won’t flow and she won’t weep…
But her broken heart has dragged her down.
Now in the rain was where she’ll drown.

But fear not, the summer will dry it all,
And the gentle breezes will break her falls.
Overtime, her wings will heal,
And her heart will grow with walls like steel.

Yet autumn is not far off from here,
And someday, she will return to there;
Where the leaves will gently glide to earth,
And golden leaves are what she’s worth.

From then, she’ll fly back to the skies,
And leave a world of hatred lies.
Only then will she be able to see
What it really means to be free.

Cellular Respiration: Glycolysis, Krebs, and Electron Transport Chains... Oh My!

Guess what we're learning about in bio? Cellular respiration! Fun fun. As I am stuck with pages among pages of bio homework, I shall write in my blog. The Chapter 30 Review is haunting me as I type. It's staring at me with its multiple choice questions and tedious discussion questions. I just finished writing my ever so long Kidney Bean Lab writeup, relating the production of CO2 from kidney beans to how temperature affects the rate of reaction in cellular respiration. I have just unlocked the secrets of hypothermia and hyperthermia! Muahahaha! Apparently, it has something to do with enzymes unfolding, dying, crying, and being murdered. But I shan't think about that now. What the good news is that I FINISHED THE LAB WRITEUP!

Now, I shall go on and ramble about some people who have nothing to do in their spare time besides post degrading comments on others' blogs. Truth is, no one cares, and the more degrading comments you post, the more you seem to be stupid and immature. Yep, it's true. To downgrade someone else in pointless boredom to make yourself seem more special is only an act of childish immaturity and self consciousness. So kindly stop posting those terrible comments, and search for a life on Ebay.

And now, I shall return to my endless pages of biology, from which I shall learn more about the equation of life!

C6H12O6 + 6O2 ---> 6H2O + 6CO2

Fun stuff, isn't it? And at the yield sign, we turn ADP and phosphate into ATP! Then there's some stuff about NADH, NAD+, FADH, and FAD+... But I shall read more about it later.

Oh yes, and I must tell you all about Lab Safety Rule #23, which states that no one most throw foreign objects at one another. Yes, that means no throwing colored pencils at each other in class. We learned that when we were coloring in the Krebs cycle out of a college coloring textbook. And now, a shout out to A Block Goldberg Honors Bio! We shall not press F on the active votes and blame it on other people and we shall force others to walk across the room to retrieve the colored pencils.

And now, I shall really get back to the waiting Chapter 30 review. It wants to kill me, really. I could care less about yellow and red bone marrow, exoskeletons, endoskeletons, and how muscles can only contract. And now, I shall get to the homework!

Turkey Day

It's hard to imagine that it's finally vacation. I didn't wake up until noon today, dreaming of weird stuff like taking 2D art classes. I first opened my eyes at 8:36AM, thinking that I was late for school. Then I realized that it was Thanksgiving, and I closed my eyes once more, dreaming of a certain person that I've been thinking about lately. At 9:40AM, I awoke again, silently screaming about drowning in a sinking ship. Then I fell back asleep, comforted by thoughts of my certain someone. Finally, I woke up at noon, smelling sushi and eggs in the kitchen. I knew that I had to haul my ass out of bed before my mom came up and personally dragged me downstairs to help prepare for the feast tonight.

The entire afternoon, I sat at the kitchen table, carefully peeling the skin off potatoes and then stabbing them out of frustration. My sister had a fit and a half, trying to cut the hard boiled eggs. In the background, my parents argued over whether or not the turkey was being over-roasted. All the while, my stupid cat dazed in and out of the house, driving us nuts altogether.

For once in the history of my Thanksgiving, I didn't eat much. I'm not sure why. It's probably because I was playing card games with a guy at the party (no, not strip poker), and I was addicted to beating him. But overall, tonight was pretty fun. We ate lots of turkey, salad, sushi, and gravy. Now, I'm just making myself hungry. Happy Thanksgiving y'all!

Make It Simple

I walk home, mending a broken heart,
Wishing to begin again from the start…
But life isn’t that easy to get by,
And you can’t just spread your wings and fly up high.

There’s so many memories that I hate,
And so many more promised by fate.
Not many happy things will always linger,
And my past is marred by dirty fingers.

So I look at the sky and curse at God,
Knowing that he can’t end my sobs,
Wishing that I could forget the nights
When the two of us would hold such fights.

Life is so complicated in so many ways,
And everything is glazed with hate.
So this, I’ll ask you with my heart:
Just make it simple from the start.

Dear Lord I'm Dying

Today was probably the most depressing day of my life. Well, educationally speaking, I suppose. It was H block, Honors Geometry. I sat in the back row, doing a gazillion proofs at a time and playing Tetris on my calculator at the same time. Behind me, my math teacher was correcting our tests and going over them with the other students. The most common phrase that came out of her mouth was, "This hasn't been your best work."

In my mind, I was thinking, "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." A week before, I was all pumped up to go into the test, thinking that I was completely ready for it. But when test day came, I realized that there were two problems that I couldn't figure out. I spent all period, thinking up ways to solve the two problems, filling up each section with a confusing web of equations. When the bell rang, signalling the end of the period, I knew that I was doomed for a terrible grade.

It wasn't until today that the thought that I could possibly get a D hit me. I've never gotten such a low grade in math before. Last year, my average was 101.6, and now it's going down, down, down. I was in so much shock that I could only swallow and nod as I stared blankly at the grade in front of me. After school, I stayed in the math room for extra help, but my teacher had to leave early, so she only explained half the problem to me.

As I was walking to the radio station, my heart was broken in two pieces. I could not get the thought of having a D in math out of my head. It wasn't until I called my mom and heard her yell at me over the phone that I began crying. Thankfully, I have wonderful friends who all came to comfort me. That moment was when I realized that I have the best friends anyone could possibly ask for.

A Bit of Art

When I got home from all my music lessons today, my dad handed me his camera and told me to practice my photography. I was like, "Alright, why not?" I'm going to apply to be a photographer for the school newspaper anyway, so practice would be nice. So, I ran around the house, building inspiration, chasing my cat, and taking pictures. I took dozens of pictures and only came up with several good ones. Here are some.

I Am Always Right

I don't need you to love me,
And I don't want to be free.
I don't like the way you talk to me,
So go away and let me be.

Here's another glass to you,
Cause I know that you hate me too.
But look on the bright side; stop being blue,
Because happiness is not the flu.

I'll trample my way, so far away,
And nobody can lead me astray—
To the place where I can have my say…
Where night can turn into day.

So don't keep me away from light,
Locking me up at night.
Just know that I will win the fight,
Because I am always right.

I Care

Whenever you look at me, I flood with tears,
Because it’s only grief that reaches my ears.
I keep feeling like I could help, but can’t,
And you’re probably tired of my useless rants.

The thing is that I dream about you day and night,
And I refuse to loose you without a fight.
I want to stay forever in your arms.
You keep me from danger and any harm.

I feel comfortable when you smile,
And wish that it could stay a while.
Sometimes you’re just too hard on yourself,
But no matter what, I cannot seem to help.

It breaks my heart to see your face
When you’re struggling to keep up pace.
Whenever you’d cry, I’d cry too,
Because I am that devoted to you.

I wish that you could understand my heart—
How I’ve loved you from the start.
Goddess, answer to my pleading prayers:
Please tell him that I will always care.

It's kind of strange to look back at your previous work and become filled with memories. I wrote this poem a while back, when I was still dating my ex-boyfriend. He was always sad because he had lyme disease. My heart ached for him.

The night that he broke up with me, I was in absolute shock. He was so calm when he told me that he couldn't afford to be in a relationship with me. All I could do was stand there and hear him out, then burst into a million tears. I seriously thought that we would last, but I guess that fate hadn't meant for that to happen.

I walked home that night, barely seeing what was in front of me. As I was crossing the cross walk towards the library, a car came plunging towards me. I heard it come to a screeching hault, and thanked God that it hadn't run me over.

To all those girls who have had their hearts torn apart, I know how you feel.

How I Lived A Hundred Years

I swore I was on the brink of death,
As the angels came to take my breath.
I heard their singing like a summer breeze,
Amidst a temperature of ninety degrees.

And though I knew that I would die,
I couldn’t bear to say good-bye…
So I prayed to God that I should stay
In this world for one more day.

I closed my eyes and prepared to go,
Like a river that would skip and flow
Through an endless world of dark and light—
Where there’s no difference between day and night.

But then an angel came to me,
And told me that I was granted free;
That I could take my one more stay
Which would be short to my dismay.

Later that night, I prayed again.
I said “Thank you,” and then “Amen.”
God looked down at my teary face,
And knew that this was my only place.

I didn’t belong in the place up there,
And He knew that I was needed here.
So he gave me another day
To retrieve those who have astray.

For years and years, I guided them:
The children, women, and even men.
I led them to the path of love,
The love that had been bless from above.

On my ninety-ninth birthday, I was old,
With wrinkled wisdom in every fold.
I had saved the others from their fears,
And that was how I lived a hundred years.

I swear that it was meant to be,
And that this task was just my destiny.
I’d like to relive my memories and then…
I’d save our people all over again.

Close Your Eyes

Close your eyes and fall away
To the place that seemed so far away—
To the conscious that told you that you were loved;
To a destiny that shall conquer all above.

Close your eyes and drift in peace,
Although all the sorrows may increase.
Just find your soul within the woods
Of darkness where the shadows stood.

But never forget the lasting love
That will shine to you from above.
And those whispers of fantasies denied—
So hopeless, leaving you so defied.

And yet there’s kindness within your heart,
Although you have been cold to start.
But too many rejections have made you hard,
And nothing can help you, near or far.

You tried to speak, but nobody’s there
To hold your hand to everywhere.
You tried to stand, but you’d just fall down,
And let the madness spin you ‘round.

So close your eyes and run away
On a path that leads you throughout the days
Of strife and pain and the endless night—
To never give up without a fight.

But life doesn’t work that way at all,
And there are times when you will fall.
So don’t let anger soar and trouble fly,
Just forget the world and close your eyes.

When I was little, I thought that the world revolved around me. It was a rather selfish thought, I know, but I was young and naive. Everyone used to fill my day with praises and smiles. I didn't know that anger, jealousy, heartbreak, and depression existed.

I didn't know that someday, I would run into so many problems and realize that I'm fallible. I always thought that I was a princess. Well, partially that was because everyone treated me like a princess. I didn't know that someday, I would meet this wonderful guy that I thought that I would keep forever just to have him break my heart forty days later.

What more is that I have so much stress to deal with. High school has never seen tougher days. We teenagers must balance social life and school work as well as having the frightening thought of college lingering overhead. I mean, seriously! Talk about major stress!

I balance my stress by closing my eyes and just drifting away into my own little world. Sometimes, I would zone out from the daily drama and return to the old days, when everything was perfect. I would imagine that my dream boyfriend would wrap his arms around me and say, "Everything's gonna be just fine. Don't you worry about a thing." Of course, that only lasts for a short while. Soon, the driving forces of reality would pull me back down to Earth and make me focus on work, work, and even more work.

My name is Lauren, and I'm fourteen years old. I have huge dreams to go to Harvard or MIT and become a graphics designer as well as a web programmer. Time is something that I value above all else. I realize that life is short, and I'm about to enjoy every second of it. Ever since I began Freshman year of high school, I saw the world with fresh eyes. Life is what you make it, and I'm going to paint a fairy tale for my future.