Peace.
is like a piece of pie;
scrumptious.
I bet you it's apple.. =)
peace.
is like a piece of a puzzle
small, but a necessity.
peace.
is like the piece of paper in your
pocket that you forget about,
but puts a smile on your face when you see it.
peace.
a piece of the message
that you need for it to make sense.
It's the hair piece that makes
the bald man easier to look at.
It's the bottom of the pyramid.
peace.
without this one piece,
the world as we know it
would tumble and fall.
chaos would erupt.
and the piece,
of the pie,
would be ruined.
Peace.
the piece that makes sense.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
A Piece of Peace (2)
Peace.
is like a piece of pie.
scrumptious.
I bet you it's apple.. =)
peace.
is like a piece of a puzzle
small, but a necessity.
peace.
is like the piece of paper in your
pocket that you forget about,
but puts a smile on your face when you see it.
peace.
a piece of the message
that you need for it to make sense.
It's the hair piece that makes
the bald man easier to look at.
It's the bottom of the pyramid.
peace.
without this one piece,
the world as we know it
would tumble and fall.
chaos would erupt.
and the piece,
of the pie,
would be ruined.
is like a piece of pie.
scrumptious.
I bet you it's apple.. =)
peace.
is like a piece of a puzzle
small, but a necessity.
peace.
is like the piece of paper in your
pocket that you forget about,
but puts a smile on your face when you see it.
peace.
a piece of the message
that you need for it to make sense.
It's the hair piece that makes
the bald man easier to look at.
It's the bottom of the pyramid.
peace.
without this one piece,
the world as we know it
would tumble and fall.
chaos would erupt.
and the piece,
of the pie,
would be ruined.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
A Piece About Peace
Peace.
a large piece of the puzzle
of life
of love
of the world.
Without it,
chaos will erupt.
With it,
inspirations and dreams will come true.
Will you be a piece of the puzzle?
the peace that is so needed?
Peace.
a way of life.
protest signs.
two fingers.
lives told; lives saved.
fought for.
necessary.
a beautiful thing.
Darfur, Rwanda, the Middle East:
in deep need of peace.
people die without it.
peace will save us all.
a large piece of the puzzle
of life
of love
of the world.
Without it,
chaos will erupt.
With it,
inspirations and dreams will come true.
Will you be a piece of the puzzle?
the peace that is so needed?
Peace.
a way of life.
protest signs.
two fingers.
lives told; lives saved.
fought for.
necessary.
a beautiful thing.
Darfur, Rwanda, the Middle East:
in deep need of peace.
people die without it.
peace will save us all.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Her Lifetime Story[Final draft]
Kalyani’s hands were bloody from banging on the brick wall that kept her contained from the outside world. It was a wasted effort trying to escape, and she somehow knew it, but she tried anyway.She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.Tears began to fall from her eyes.“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the locked door that she came in from.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. One day, she laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about the double life Kalyani lived. No one knew about her secret life in the small brick room.
When she went to work, no one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard. She doesn’t know why she comes home to him every night; or why she stays.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep; beside her husband and while she was in the basement. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
*****
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?I brought you your favorite: Grilled chicken, Indian style.”She smiled. He had thought about her. He brought her some food. She was so happy to see him.
“No,” she told herself, “not again.”
She pulled back mentally. “I can’t, not again.”
But there she was, yet again.
She couldn’t believe it, but then again she could; she just didn’t want to.
She weighed the options in her head: Stay with him, and be taken cared of with a few beatings; or leave and be gone with no money and no where to go.
It took her just a few seconds to make up her mind.
She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the locked door that she came in from.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. One day, she laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about the double life Kalyani lived. No one knew about her secret life in the small brick room.
When she went to work, no one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard. She doesn’t know why she comes home to him every night; or why she stays.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep; beside her husband and while she was in the basement. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
*****
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?I brought you your favorite: Grilled chicken, Indian style.”She smiled. He had thought about her. He brought her some food. She was so happy to see him.
“No,” she told herself, “not again.”
She pulled back mentally. “I can’t, not again.”
But there she was, yet again.
She couldn’t believe it, but then again she could; she just didn’t want to.
She weighed the options in her head: Stay with him, and be taken cared of with a few beatings; or leave and be gone with no money and no where to go.
It took her just a few seconds to make up her mind.
She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Her Lifetime Story [second draft]
Kalyani’s hands were bloody from banging on the brick wall that kept her contained from the outside world. It was a wasted effort trying to escape, and she somehow knew it, but she tried anyway.
She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the locked door that she came in from.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. One day, she laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about the double life Kalyani lived. No one knew about her secret life in the small brick room.
When she went to work, no one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard. She doesn’t know why she comes home to him every night; or why she stays.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.
My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep; beside her husband and while she was in the basement. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
*****
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?
I brought you your favorite: Grilled chicken, Indian style.”
She smiled. He had thought about her. He brought her some food. She was so happy to see him. She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”
Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the locked door that she came in from.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. One day, she laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about the double life Kalyani lived. No one knew about her secret life in the small brick room.
When she went to work, no one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard. She doesn’t know why she comes home to him every night; or why she stays.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.
My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep; beside her husband and while she was in the basement. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
*****
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?
I brought you your favorite: Grilled chicken, Indian style.”
She smiled. He had thought about her. He brought her some food. She was so happy to see him. She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”
Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Her Lifetime story
Kalyani’s hands were bloody from banging on the brick wall that kept he contained from the outside world. It was a wasted effort trying to escape, and she somehow knew it, but she tried anyway,
She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the door that she came in from, that was locked.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. She laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about Kalyani’s secret life in the small brick room. No one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.
My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?
I brought you your favorite; Grilled chicken, Indian style.”
She smiled. He had thought about her, and brought her some food. She was so happy to see him. She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”
Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
She put her back against the cold brick wall and sank down to her knees.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
“At least he didn’t leave me outside,” she told herself.
Her husband did it again. It was now like a routine, but it came as a surprise to Kalyani every time it happened.
He used her. He took advantage of her ignorance. After he was done, he threw her in the basement. When he knew that she was done screaming and banging, his girlfriends trespassed on her used-to-be perfect life.
There were no windows; no light, no door; no way out, except from the door that she came in from, that was locked.
She looked at her bloody hands in despair. There was a light ring around her ring finger where her wedding band used to be. She missed her ring. She really did. She laid it down when she took a shower. When she came back, it was gone.
Her husband had taken it. He gave it away to one of his lady friends. Just like her diamond tennis bracelet, her golden earrings and the necklace that her mother gave her.
No one knew about Kalyani’s secret life in the small brick room. No one seemed to notice or care about the bruises on her face, hands and legs. She had no friends. It was just her and Richard.
“It’s my fault,” she told herself. “He has gotten tired of me and now I’m just like those wives on Lifetime.
My life is a Lifetime movie.”
She encountered this thought every night before she went to sleep. She never knew when her husband would wake up but she wouldn’t.
Kalyani was awakened by the sound of the basement door creaking open. A stream of bright light escaped from the room beyond the door. It exposed the profile of handsome but ugly husband.
“Honey,” he called to her. “Honey, are you ready to come back to the real world?
I brought you your favorite; Grilled chicken, Indian style.”
She smiled. He had thought about her, and brought her some food. She was so happy to see him. She forgot all about the beatings, the bruises and the twelve hours she just spent on the cold, uneven, unfinished floor.
She got up slowly due to the discomfort in her legs. She walked to the stairs and began her twelve step journey back to her real life.
When she got to the top, she could smell the sweet scent of women’s perfume which wasn’t hers. He smiled at her and reached for her to pull her closer for a quick hug.
She embraced it with fake warmth and a fake smile.
“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Hmmm,” he replied. “I missed you.”
Good answer, she thought. He loves me.
Monday, September 29, 2008
My Flawda Experience. Final Draft.
I am not really good at showing or talking about my deep feelings so this sucks…..
A very emotional time for me was when I moved back to Virginia from Florida. I was fourteen at the time. I was too old not to care and too old too cry. Florida was my home; My everything. When I left, I left behind my best friends, my memories and major opportunities. Words can not describe the frustration, the anger and the sadness I was feeling. There was no way of ever getting my Florida life back.
The day I left Florida was a Tuesday in July. We spent all day packing and shopping. It was hectic. I was dragging my feet all day and not cooperating whatsoever with my mom to get stuff done. I wanted to spend my last day with my best friends Evony and Bianca, but they were in Palm Beach visiting family. Stephanie was in Colombia and Richie was at work. I was so lonely. I had no one to talk to and no one to joke around with about the crazy school year we had, or to talk about how much we meant to each other. The phone wouldn’t stop ringing with people calling me telling me good-bye. But I didn’t care about those people. They weren’t the people I was going to miss. A few hours later, I would be packed up and gone.
Do you have any idea what I missed/missing out on? I’m missing out on the most “gangster” school in South Florida: Fort Pierce Central. They are known for their sports. They are also known for their band, blackness and their teachers. If I were to go there, I would have graduated a year and a half early with honors AND an associates degree. FPC is DEFINITELY more school spirited and crunk than CHS. You know what else? I missed out on a number of famous people, concerts, trips to Disney World and other water parks, my friends’ birthday parties, my godson’s birth and seeing my best friends everyday.If you still don’t understand why I was so upset, think of this:You are in a place that is real nice.(Florida) It is just the right temperature and no snow. It is real pretty. Everyone wears bathing suits all year around. There are fun things to do all around you. There are huge malls and REAL people. In school, you don’t have to try to fit in. Everyone just loves you even though you are loud, obnoxious and clueless at times. When you miss school, everyone misses you. Everyone looks out for you and they appreciate you when you do something for them. Your friends are so loyal and they treat you just like family. They invite you to their cookouts even though their family doesn’t speak English and their food is off the chain! Just think about it. And if you can’t relate, picture yourself leaving home and you don’t know whether you would ever see it again.
Once we were packed and pulling out of the driveway, I was crying. I was going to miss all of the loveliness in my life. I am reminded of it everyday when Evony calls me and tells me about everything that is going on. I’m missing out on EVERYTHING. My mom didn’t understand why I was so upset and she still doesn’t. I mean, why should I be upset when I’m back to where I grew up and have all my friends and family? Well, in two years, I had made Florida my home. Evony became not only my best friend, but my rode dog, my sister, my motivation, my better half.
People always say, “When one door shuts, another one opens,” Me leaving Florida was a blessing in disguise. I never wanted my “Flawda Experience” to end. Hopefully, I will have it back one day.
A very emotional time for me was when I moved back to Virginia from Florida. I was fourteen at the time. I was too old not to care and too old too cry. Florida was my home; My everything. When I left, I left behind my best friends, my memories and major opportunities. Words can not describe the frustration, the anger and the sadness I was feeling. There was no way of ever getting my Florida life back.
The day I left Florida was a Tuesday in July. We spent all day packing and shopping. It was hectic. I was dragging my feet all day and not cooperating whatsoever with my mom to get stuff done. I wanted to spend my last day with my best friends Evony and Bianca, but they were in Palm Beach visiting family. Stephanie was in Colombia and Richie was at work. I was so lonely. I had no one to talk to and no one to joke around with about the crazy school year we had, or to talk about how much we meant to each other. The phone wouldn’t stop ringing with people calling me telling me good-bye. But I didn’t care about those people. They weren’t the people I was going to miss. A few hours later, I would be packed up and gone.
Do you have any idea what I missed/missing out on? I’m missing out on the most “gangster” school in South Florida: Fort Pierce Central. They are known for their sports. They are also known for their band, blackness and their teachers. If I were to go there, I would have graduated a year and a half early with honors AND an associates degree. FPC is DEFINITELY more school spirited and crunk than CHS. You know what else? I missed out on a number of famous people, concerts, trips to Disney World and other water parks, my friends’ birthday parties, my godson’s birth and seeing my best friends everyday.If you still don’t understand why I was so upset, think of this:You are in a place that is real nice.(Florida) It is just the right temperature and no snow. It is real pretty. Everyone wears bathing suits all year around. There are fun things to do all around you. There are huge malls and REAL people. In school, you don’t have to try to fit in. Everyone just loves you even though you are loud, obnoxious and clueless at times. When you miss school, everyone misses you. Everyone looks out for you and they appreciate you when you do something for them. Your friends are so loyal and they treat you just like family. They invite you to their cookouts even though their family doesn’t speak English and their food is off the chain! Just think about it. And if you can’t relate, picture yourself leaving home and you don’t know whether you would ever see it again.
Once we were packed and pulling out of the driveway, I was crying. I was going to miss all of the loveliness in my life. I am reminded of it everyday when Evony calls me and tells me about everything that is going on. I’m missing out on EVERYTHING. My mom didn’t understand why I was so upset and she still doesn’t. I mean, why should I be upset when I’m back to where I grew up and have all my friends and family? Well, in two years, I had made Florida my home. Evony became not only my best friend, but my rode dog, my sister, my motivation, my better half.
People always say, “When one door shuts, another one opens,” Me leaving Florida was a blessing in disguise. I never wanted my “Flawda Experience” to end. Hopefully, I will have it back one day.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Missing the Flawda lifestyle (revised)
I am not really good at showing or talking about my deep feelings so this sucks…..
A very emotional time for me was when I moved back to Virginia from Florida. I was fourteen at the time. I was too old not to care and too old too bust out crying. Florida was my home; My everything. When I left, I left behind my best friends, my memories and major opportunities. Words can not describe the frustration, the anger and the sadness I was feeling. There was no way of ever getting my Florida life back.
The day I left Florida was a Tuesday in July. We spent all day packing and shopping. It was hectic. I was dragging my feet all day and not cooperating whatsoever with my mom to get stuff done. I wanted to spend my last day with my best friends Evony and Bianca, but they were in Palm Beach at the moment visiting family. Stephanie was in Colombia and Richie was at work….I was so lonely. No one to talk to and no one to joke around with about the crazy school year we had or to talk about how much we meant to each other. The phone wouldn’t stop ringing with people calling me telling me good-bye. But I didn’t care about them, they weren’t the people I was going to miss. A few hours later, I would be packed up and gone.
Do you have any idea what I missed/missing out on? I’m missing out on the most “gangster” school in South Florida: Fort Pierce Central. They are known for their sports. They are also known for their band, blackness and their teachers. If I were to go there, I would have graduated a year and a half early with honors AND an associates degree. FPC is DEFINITELY more school spirited and crunk than CHS. You know what else? I missed out on a number of famous people, concerts, trips to Disney World and other water parks, my friends’ birthday parties, my godson’s birth and seeing my best friends everyday.If you still don’t understand why I was so upset, think of this:You are in a place that is real nice.(Florida) It is just the right temperature and no snow. It is really pretty. Everyone wears bathing suits all year around. There are fun things to do all around you. There are huge malls and REAL people. In school, you don’t have to try to fit in. Everyone just loves you even though you are loud, obnoxious and clueless at times. When you miss school, everyone misses you. Everyone looks out for you and they appreciate you when you do something for them. Your friends are so loyal and they treat you just like family. They invite you to their cookouts even though their family doesn’t speak English and their food is off the chain! Just think about it. And if you can’t relate, picture yourself leaving home and you don’t know whether you would ever see it again.
Once we were packed and pulling out of the driveway, I was crying. I was going to miss all of the loveliness in my life. I am reminded of it everyday when Evony calls me and tells me about everything that is going on. I’m missing out on EVERYTHING. My mom didn’t understand why I was so upset and she still doesn’t. I mean, why should I be upset when I’m back to where I grew up and have all my friends and family? Well, in two years, I had made Florida my home. Evony became not only my best friend, but my rode dog, my sister, my motivation, my better half. If I was a dike, I would defiantly marry her. (Ew, no offense to my colorful people.)I guess I was just not ready to leave.
Even though I left Florida, I am happy to be back in Charlottesville with my lovely life long friends. I am happy to be at CHS and I am happy that I took my trip to Norway. (Their chocolate was bangin’)Charlottesville needs a Wal-Mart….a better and bigger Wal-Mart. (with everyday low prices) haha.You know what else I miss? The candy painted cars, the delicious food, boys with dreads who be rocking the gold grills…..Sexiness.
A very emotional time for me was when I moved back to Virginia from Florida. I was fourteen at the time. I was too old not to care and too old too bust out crying. Florida was my home; My everything. When I left, I left behind my best friends, my memories and major opportunities. Words can not describe the frustration, the anger and the sadness I was feeling. There was no way of ever getting my Florida life back.
The day I left Florida was a Tuesday in July. We spent all day packing and shopping. It was hectic. I was dragging my feet all day and not cooperating whatsoever with my mom to get stuff done. I wanted to spend my last day with my best friends Evony and Bianca, but they were in Palm Beach at the moment visiting family. Stephanie was in Colombia and Richie was at work….I was so lonely. No one to talk to and no one to joke around with about the crazy school year we had or to talk about how much we meant to each other. The phone wouldn’t stop ringing with people calling me telling me good-bye. But I didn’t care about them, they weren’t the people I was going to miss. A few hours later, I would be packed up and gone.
Do you have any idea what I missed/missing out on? I’m missing out on the most “gangster” school in South Florida: Fort Pierce Central. They are known for their sports. They are also known for their band, blackness and their teachers. If I were to go there, I would have graduated a year and a half early with honors AND an associates degree. FPC is DEFINITELY more school spirited and crunk than CHS. You know what else? I missed out on a number of famous people, concerts, trips to Disney World and other water parks, my friends’ birthday parties, my godson’s birth and seeing my best friends everyday.If you still don’t understand why I was so upset, think of this:You are in a place that is real nice.(Florida) It is just the right temperature and no snow. It is really pretty. Everyone wears bathing suits all year around. There are fun things to do all around you. There are huge malls and REAL people. In school, you don’t have to try to fit in. Everyone just loves you even though you are loud, obnoxious and clueless at times. When you miss school, everyone misses you. Everyone looks out for you and they appreciate you when you do something for them. Your friends are so loyal and they treat you just like family. They invite you to their cookouts even though their family doesn’t speak English and their food is off the chain! Just think about it. And if you can’t relate, picture yourself leaving home and you don’t know whether you would ever see it again.
Once we were packed and pulling out of the driveway, I was crying. I was going to miss all of the loveliness in my life. I am reminded of it everyday when Evony calls me and tells me about everything that is going on. I’m missing out on EVERYTHING. My mom didn’t understand why I was so upset and she still doesn’t. I mean, why should I be upset when I’m back to where I grew up and have all my friends and family? Well, in two years, I had made Florida my home. Evony became not only my best friend, but my rode dog, my sister, my motivation, my better half. If I was a dike, I would defiantly marry her. (Ew, no offense to my colorful people.)I guess I was just not ready to leave.
Even though I left Florida, I am happy to be back in Charlottesville with my lovely life long friends. I am happy to be at CHS and I am happy that I took my trip to Norway. (Their chocolate was bangin’)Charlottesville needs a Wal-Mart….a better and bigger Wal-Mart. (with everyday low prices) haha.You know what else I miss? The candy painted cars, the delicious food, boys with dreads who be rocking the gold grills…..Sexiness.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Missing the Flawda Lifestyle.
I am not really good with showing or talking about my deep feelings, so this sucks….
A very emotional time for me is the time I moved back from Florida to Virginia. Even though I lived in Virginia all my life, I made Florida my home. When I left, I left behind my best friends, memories and major opportunities. Words can not describe the frustration, the anger and the sadness I was feeling.
The day I left Florida was a Tuesday in July. We spent all day packing and shopping. It was hectic. I was dragging my feet all day and not cooperating whatsoever with my mom to get stuff done. I wanted to spend my last day with my best friends Evony and Bianca, but they were in Palm Beach at the moment visiting family. Stephanie was Colombia and Richie was at work….I was so lonely. The phone wouldn’t stop ringing with people calling me telling me good-bye but I didn’t care about them. A few hours later, I would be packed up and gone.
Do you have any idea what I missed/missing out on? I’m missing out on the most “gangster” school in South Florida: Fort Pierce Central. They are known for their sports. If I were to go there, I would have graduated a year and a half early with honors AND an associates degree. FPC is DEFINITELY more school spirited and crunk than CHS. You know what else? I missed out on a number of famous people, concerts, trips to Disney World and other water parks, my friends’ birthday parties, my godson’s birth and seeing my best friends everyday.
If you still don’t understand why I was so upset, think of this:
You are in a place that is real nice. It is just the right temperature. It is really pretty. There are fun things to do all around you. In school you don’t have to try to fit in, everyone just loves you even though you are loud, obnoxious and clueless at times. When you miss school, everyone misses you and they appreciate you when you do something for them.
Once we were packed and pulling out of the driveway, I was crying. I was going to miss all of loveliness in my life. I am reminded of it everyday when Evony calls me and tells me about everything that is going on. I’m missing out on EVERYTHING.
My mom didn’t understand why I was so upset and she still doesn’t. I mean, why should I be upset when I’m back to where I grew up and have all my friends and family? Well, in two years, I had made Florida my home. I guess I was just not ready to leave.
Life sucks.
Even though I left Florida, I am happy to be back in Charlottesville with my lovely life long friends. I am happy to be at CHS and I am happy that I took my trip out of country.
Charlottesville needs a Wal-Mart….a better and bigger Wal-Mart. (with everyday low prices) haha.
You know what else I miss? The candy painted cars, the delicious food, boys with dreads who be rocking the gold grills…..Sexiness.
A very emotional time for me is the time I moved back from Florida to Virginia. Even though I lived in Virginia all my life, I made Florida my home. When I left, I left behind my best friends, memories and major opportunities. Words can not describe the frustration, the anger and the sadness I was feeling.
The day I left Florida was a Tuesday in July. We spent all day packing and shopping. It was hectic. I was dragging my feet all day and not cooperating whatsoever with my mom to get stuff done. I wanted to spend my last day with my best friends Evony and Bianca, but they were in Palm Beach at the moment visiting family. Stephanie was Colombia and Richie was at work….I was so lonely. The phone wouldn’t stop ringing with people calling me telling me good-bye but I didn’t care about them. A few hours later, I would be packed up and gone.
Do you have any idea what I missed/missing out on? I’m missing out on the most “gangster” school in South Florida: Fort Pierce Central. They are known for their sports. If I were to go there, I would have graduated a year and a half early with honors AND an associates degree. FPC is DEFINITELY more school spirited and crunk than CHS. You know what else? I missed out on a number of famous people, concerts, trips to Disney World and other water parks, my friends’ birthday parties, my godson’s birth and seeing my best friends everyday.
If you still don’t understand why I was so upset, think of this:
You are in a place that is real nice. It is just the right temperature. It is really pretty. There are fun things to do all around you. In school you don’t have to try to fit in, everyone just loves you even though you are loud, obnoxious and clueless at times. When you miss school, everyone misses you and they appreciate you when you do something for them.
Once we were packed and pulling out of the driveway, I was crying. I was going to miss all of loveliness in my life. I am reminded of it everyday when Evony calls me and tells me about everything that is going on. I’m missing out on EVERYTHING.
My mom didn’t understand why I was so upset and she still doesn’t. I mean, why should I be upset when I’m back to where I grew up and have all my friends and family? Well, in two years, I had made Florida my home. I guess I was just not ready to leave.
Life sucks.
Even though I left Florida, I am happy to be back in Charlottesville with my lovely life long friends. I am happy to be at CHS and I am happy that I took my trip out of country.
Charlottesville needs a Wal-Mart….a better and bigger Wal-Mart. (with everyday low prices) haha.
You know what else I miss? The candy painted cars, the delicious food, boys with dreads who be rocking the gold grills…..Sexiness.
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