Six Flags
Six flags was fun. Waiting in line get food just to eat it wait in line for a ride and then throw up the food you waited 20 minutes in line for. Rude people, rude ride people, rude food vendors and rude parking people. The best part was the ride home. My aunt, cousins and I had stayed in an hotel and we left for Maine in the morning. A normal ride from Six Flags to Waterboro Maine is 4 and half hours it took us 11 hours. We left at 8 in the morning and we got home at 7 at night. We all got up and got dressed and did everything that we had to do before we left. My aunt owns a jeep sitting 5 people in a 4 person jeep. Not easy. My Aunt let my cousin Derek drive which took us so long. The 3 of us in the back decided to take a nap we were asleep for and hour and half. We fell asleep in mass and woke up 5 minutes away from the Canadian border in Vermont. That was not where we wanted to be. We drove around a lot that day. After 3 states, 5 pit stops, 13 different turnpike exits, 1 food place that looked like it came straight out of Stephen King novel we made it home. Everyone thought it was hilarious and they turned it into a family joke. They got a kick out of it for a long time. It was fun. Well besides the food place. It was creepy and scary.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Crayon Color
My crayon color today would be gray. Because I'm tired and exhausted. It reminds me of when it rains and the sky is gray and its dark in the middle of the day when the sun should be shining and I should be happy, full of energy. I like it when its like that. Gray because it fits my mood today, wishing that I could stay in bed and it be all rainy outside and have a fresh start the next day.
Knowing something I didn't want to know
A time I knew something I really didn't want to know was when I was in 2nd grade and my mom told me why my name was different then hers and my siblings. I didn't really want to know, but I would have figured it out eventually. My Mom took me out to lunch and she told me why. My dad is different than my siblings. She showed me pictures and all sorts of stuff in my baby box. Even in 2nd grade I understood what she told me meant and it changed a lot of stuff. I didn't want to know because I thought it was bad, but turns out it wasn't that bad. Even though I didn't want to know and even though I was only in 2nd grade everything was different.
Suffer
A time I knew I was going to suffer but went ahead with it anyway would be when I had my wisdom teeth taken out. I knew I was going to suffer which is why I didn't want to do it, but I had to which made everything worse. The first time I went in for surgery I cried when they gave me the anesthesia I have no idea why but I did. This time when they gave it to me I laughed. My mom said that I fell asleep laughing at nothing which everyone found amusing. I woke up to the nurses trying to get my drugged brother to sit in a chair. I couldn't feel my face at all. And I sounded like I was a drunk person trying to talk. I remember going home and falling asleep for a while. I woke up in pain and my face looking like chipmunk that was eating. The doctor had given us pain pills. I didn't really want to take them because the last time I took pain pills I ended up stuck in changing room in Reny's, but my mother made me take them. I knew I was going to suffer but I thought it would be for a couple of days. I was wrong, very wrong. It was a week. When it the pain did go away it came back. I didn't eat anything but yogurt and applesauce while my brother was eating 3 sausage on the night he had them done. It was bad enough I had to have my mother feed me and the spoon wouldn't fit in my mouth, but I had to sit there and watch my brother eat normal food. My face was still swollen when his was just fine. And if things weren't bad enough for me half of my mouth was still numb. I couldn't feel a thing for a month. It goes to show the luck I have. Slime to none. Then one side of the swelling went down and I looked like I had stored food in there for a snack for later. It turns out that when I went back to the doctors I had an infection and I couldn't open my mouth open all the way so I still couldn't most things. This time I didn't get pills I got some nasty mouthwash and a lecture from the doctor about not taking care of my mouth right which I thought was funny because I couldn't feel my face and I couldn't open my mouth right to be able to do anything, but that might have been the pills. The mouthwash made my mouth numb and everything tasted weird for 2 weeks.
Second Vingnette
Boston in a wheelchair.
I had broken my leg a week earlier at Camp Keive where I fell. Well my 6th grade class were also going to the Boston Science Museum and I really wanted to go. I had already paid for it so my mom let me go. It was an interesting experiance. I was hard enough getting on the bus with crutches the train was worse. It made me nauseous. I couldn't get up because my teacher didn't want me walking on crutches on the train so I had to have everyone do stuff for me which was horrible. Then the worst part came getting to Museum. The train station wasn't that far from the Museum so we had to walk but when the class decided that they didn't think anyone would be in a wheelchair. It was interesting being pushed in a wheelchair on the sidewalks of Boston. I thought my class mates wouldn't let the fact that i fell and hurt myself but after that day they would never let that go. After getting stuck on the sidewalk by the wheelchair for 20 minutes we made it to the Museum. My group had 3 other people. I don't know how long we spent in the Museum, but it was fun I was pushed into the elevator door and then again into the wall. Then my group wanted me to take the escolator on crutches. I wouldn't recommend that, getting on was hard but getting off was terrible. I got a laugh out of it. So did the entire 6th grade.
I had broken my leg a week earlier at Camp Keive where I fell. Well my 6th grade class were also going to the Boston Science Museum and I really wanted to go. I had already paid for it so my mom let me go. It was an interesting experiance. I was hard enough getting on the bus with crutches the train was worse. It made me nauseous. I couldn't get up because my teacher didn't want me walking on crutches on the train so I had to have everyone do stuff for me which was horrible. Then the worst part came getting to Museum. The train station wasn't that far from the Museum so we had to walk but when the class decided that they didn't think anyone would be in a wheelchair. It was interesting being pushed in a wheelchair on the sidewalks of Boston. I thought my class mates wouldn't let the fact that i fell and hurt myself but after that day they would never let that go. After getting stuck on the sidewalk by the wheelchair for 20 minutes we made it to the Museum. My group had 3 other people. I don't know how long we spent in the Museum, but it was fun I was pushed into the elevator door and then again into the wall. Then my group wanted me to take the escolator on crutches. I wouldn't recommend that, getting on was hard but getting off was terrible. I got a laugh out of it. So did the entire 6th grade.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
An epiphany
A time something dawned on was the other day when I was doing financial aid for college. It hit me that I'm almost 19 and I'll be living on my own and that I'm an adult. That I might actually have to act my age. I never put 2 and 2 together before. I guess I probably should have figured it out by my mother crying every time I talked about going away. It felt weird when I realized this, it was horrible the thought of acting like my age gave me the creeps.
Memior Poem
In 1992 I was born.
1993 A year and 3 months later so was my sister.
1994 9 months after that my mom was married.
1995 A year after that my brother was born.
A month later I started kindergarten.
I learned how to count and tie my shoes.
Then came first grade that was terrible always getting into trouble.
What was more terrible was repeating first grade.
The move to Dayton was hot and horrible.
2nd grade came and no repeats there.
3rd, 4th and 5th went by like nothing.
Then 6th grade full of klutzyness and crutches.
The change from elementary to Middle was a big step.
7th and 8th grade year was a blur.
Moving to Saco, moms divorce.
9th and 10th were just plain hard.
11th even harder.
Now colleges, financial aid, jobs.
1993 A year and 3 months later so was my sister.
1994 9 months after that my mom was married.
1995 A year after that my brother was born.
A month later I started kindergarten.
I learned how to count and tie my shoes.
Then came first grade that was terrible always getting into trouble.
What was more terrible was repeating first grade.
The move to Dayton was hot and horrible.
2nd grade came and no repeats there.
3rd, 4th and 5th went by like nothing.
Then 6th grade full of klutzyness and crutches.
The change from elementary to Middle was a big step.
7th and 8th grade year was a blur.
Moving to Saco, moms divorce.
9th and 10th were just plain hard.
11th even harder.
Now colleges, financial aid, jobs.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Defined by where we come from?
I think that other people define us by where we come from. We see what we want to see and nothing else. In the book Jeannette didn't see herself as the daughter of the town drunk who was going nowhere in life, but the man who gave them a ride home did and so did the other inhabitants of Welch. People see where we come from and they judge and define. I think it depends because people have to know where you come from in order to define you, what they see is what they define you by.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Picking 1 item in 3 minutes
Out of everything, if I had 3 minutes to choose one thing to take with me it would be my Teddy Bear. Without a doubt. And I my be 18 and it may seem childish, but honestly I can't sleep without it. And I'm not ashamed of it. It's big and soft, like when you buy a new pillow from the store. It has a Christmas hat and scarf. I got it for Christmas in 2009 from my Aunt. I picked it out myself. I don't have a lot of actual stuff that means a lot to me. I have my phone, Ipod and a T.V. but nothing means that much to me besides Teddy Bear. It's more the person who gave it to me than anything. I keep everything my aunt gives me clothes, cards but this things I can't lose.
1 one my list of ten experiences
Camp Keive
Camp Keive is a camp for kids to learn stuff about nature and about themselves. I went in 6th grade. Actually I went with my 6th grade class. Camp Keive is something that the 6th graders had done for years. It was when the 6th grade class was still in Dayton Elementary school. We were the last class that was able to go so we all felt privileged. I don't remember where is was, but it took a while and we were far from home. We had to take a school bus. It wasn't comfortable especially with 30 kids and 2 teachers and 32 to bags of luggage that was sliding everywhere. We stayed from Monday to Thursday. when we got there I thought it was going to be just like any other camp, playing games, swimming and other activities. It wasn't. It was in the woods protected by large trees with pathways going everywhere. We did all sorts of things hikes, played games where we actually learned things. But the best part was the rope exercises. We would harness up and climb up a tree. I don't remember the heights but there was two at different heights. I did the highest one and it scared the crap out of me. we had to cross a wire that was attached to 2 trees. We had to hold on to other wires for balance. When you looked at it from the tree it looked like a triangle. I barley made it up the tree trunk. Which was hard in its self because I'm weakling it was hard to climb. When I made it the wire I was freaking out I only made it halfway through the wire. But I climbed a tree and walked on a wire that was pretty far off the ground so I was proud of myself. That was on Tuesday. The rest of the time we did exercises to learn more about ourselves. At the end we had a dance with everyone. My best memory of that place would be when I tripped over a root and twisted my ankle. I told everyone I was fine because I didn't want to go home so I limped for 2 days. It was swollen and different colors but I dealt with it because I was having fun and I had been looking forward to the trip. Turns out that I broke it and my mother wasn't impressed that I didn't tell anyone but I made it. Most of my class mates wouldn't let me live it down. I was the klutz of the 6th grade class for a while. And to make things more interesting than they all ready where the Monday after we came back our class was going to the Boston and I had to go in a wheelchair.
Camp Keive is a camp for kids to learn stuff about nature and about themselves. I went in 6th grade. Actually I went with my 6th grade class. Camp Keive is something that the 6th graders had done for years. It was when the 6th grade class was still in Dayton Elementary school. We were the last class that was able to go so we all felt privileged. I don't remember where is was, but it took a while and we were far from home. We had to take a school bus. It wasn't comfortable especially with 30 kids and 2 teachers and 32 to bags of luggage that was sliding everywhere. We stayed from Monday to Thursday. when we got there I thought it was going to be just like any other camp, playing games, swimming and other activities. It wasn't. It was in the woods protected by large trees with pathways going everywhere. We did all sorts of things hikes, played games where we actually learned things. But the best part was the rope exercises. We would harness up and climb up a tree. I don't remember the heights but there was two at different heights. I did the highest one and it scared the crap out of me. we had to cross a wire that was attached to 2 trees. We had to hold on to other wires for balance. When you looked at it from the tree it looked like a triangle. I barley made it up the tree trunk. Which was hard in its self because I'm weakling it was hard to climb. When I made it the wire I was freaking out I only made it halfway through the wire. But I climbed a tree and walked on a wire that was pretty far off the ground so I was proud of myself. That was on Tuesday. The rest of the time we did exercises to learn more about ourselves. At the end we had a dance with everyone. My best memory of that place would be when I tripped over a root and twisted my ankle. I told everyone I was fine because I didn't want to go home so I limped for 2 days. It was swollen and different colors but I dealt with it because I was having fun and I had been looking forward to the trip. Turns out that I broke it and my mother wasn't impressed that I didn't tell anyone but I made it. Most of my class mates wouldn't let me live it down. I was the klutz of the 6th grade class for a while. And to make things more interesting than they all ready where the Monday after we came back our class was going to the Boston and I had to go in a wheelchair.
First Memory
My first memory was when I was 7 and my family and I moved to Dayton. It was summer and we had to stay in a camper only for a few days because my grandparents were slow on the moving. I think they did that on purpose, to get a laugh, they thought it was hilarious. The first day we actually got to stayed in the house was hectic. There were boxes everywhere and every 5 minutes I would trip on something, it was always me never any one else. The worst part would be the fact that it seemed like the hottest day of that summer. I was mad and happy at the same time. Mad that we had to move again and happy that we didn't have to live around people. The nearest neighbors were like half a mile away we could yell and scream but no would be able to hear us. It was fun.
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