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What is it about these 4 digits that are so special? 

I dont get it.

I dont get the point of making a wish based on numbers on a clock.

Yet, the most amazing part about the human race, is that you do it anyways.

You do things even when they dont make sense.

So dear you four seemingly unimportant number ones on my vanity: 

I will continue to wish upon you for as long as I live.

Why?

Hope.

Hope for one day, that the numbers will mean something.

Hope for one day that my dream will come true.

He's not leaving us

Why are y'all sayin goodbye? I dont know about you, but this chapter in my life is not over yet. Sorry Mr.Sheehan but you can't get rid of us that easy, or me atleast.

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder, was it the only solution? Why did you have to hurt us, to benefit yourself? You took our teacher from us. Actually no I correct myself: our friend. He was the only man who ever respected us as students. He was the only man who treated us as adults enough to do homework when it wasn't checked or to clean up after ourselves in class. He trusted us to actually learn something useful, and to enjoy ourselves while doing it. I've never lost a teacher before, but I've lost many friends. I never thought that losing a combination of the two would hurt so much more. Because of this man, I have the courage to make mistakes. I laugh at failures and no longer cry when I don't succeed. You know that your teacher has done something beautiful when he makes a student not only a better student, but a better person. 

Mr.Sheehan, I'm not going to question you. I don't give a damn about the rumors. You know how many people I've told to shut up in the last week? A lot. I hope you're okay and that one day you can teach again because for you to let your talent wash away so soon should be a crime. 

"The greatest sign of success for a teacher is to be able to say, the children are now working as if I didn't exist, even if they wish that wasn't true."

Why is it Illegal?

What is the point of making it illegal for children to buy cigarettes, if it's okay for them to smoke them? If they're going to be allowed to smoke them, which they should be, why can't they buy them? I mean, it is their life that they are putting in danger, so they should be responsible because if someone buys a child a cigarette and that child dies due to lung cancer or another disease caused by smoking because he or she was allowed this constant supply of cigarettes, then the supplier would be at fault, or at least feel at fault, for the child's death. Then said supplier has to live with the guilt of giving a child cigarettes when that supplier probably knew the harm it could cause.

Flifferhuzza

             I saw Lizzy and the girls at the table in the corner and walked straight over. Sitting down, I took out my lunch and started eating until I noticed every one of my friends was staring at me.
            "Whaatttt? Do I have something in my teeth?" I asked with a mouth-full of my sandwich. They all continued to stare and then their eyes drifted down to the sandwich in my hands.
            "What is that?" Lizzy asked in her snarky, rich-girl voice like my sandwich was some kind of flea-infested rodent.
              I stuck my nose up right too and answered back proudly,"This is my mother's signature lunch delicacy. Flifferhuzza."
             "Flifferwhatta?" Becky, the dumb one, asked.
             "Are you guys that silly? Here, let me explain in song." (Piano man appears and the cafeteria tables magically disappear. Poof.)

"Better listen up, doo-doo-doo, 
cause I need a minute, doo-doo-doo,
and my song is made for you. 
You better listen up, doo-doo-doo,
you better understand,
to this sandwich I must true,
to this sandwich, 
for me and you. 

Hazelnut is what you want
oo-oo-oo, yeah,
Fluff is what you want,
oo-oo-oo, yeah, 
put them together,
oo-oo-oo,
it's what you need,
oh yes indeed,
it's flifferhuzzza."

Call Me Spoiled

The (almost) Perfect Date

What's the point of dating? I'm not asking for a talk on the birds and the bees, I'm asking why it's such a big deal. You meet a guy, go out to eat a few times. You smooch a little and it ends within a few months. No big deal right? It shouldn't be, but it is. How come it's always the girl that is babied? "No honey you pick out the restaurant." "Munchkin I only care about what you want." "No sweetie pie I love you more." What's all the fuss? Why can't the guy pick out the movie? Why can't the girl pick up the check every now and then? Why is there this stereotype that women have to be treated like a puppy dog, as if they can't take care of themselves. It's riduculous and full of silly pointless arguments and a lot more stressful than it's worth. Besides, boys have cooties.

Putting people together

You look at life as a puzzle,

Constantly trying to fit one piece into the next,

Not accepting any piece that wont complete another.

People and problems alike,

you judge and bring them down with their issues.

But life isnt a puzzle, 

Not everyone is going to know everything,

And nothing is going to create a clear picture.

Nobody is perfect,  

Not even you.

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Dealing with a Difficult Father

      Walking down the stairs, Allie already knew what the answer was going to be. I never get to do anything, she thought to herself. She crept into the living room and tip-toed towards her sleeping father.

      "Hey dad?" She inquired, her voice low as to not startle him. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced upwards with a look of death appearing on his face.

      "What do you want?" He returned not so delicately. She hesitated. Do I ask him? Is it really that important? She could not make up her mind. 

      "Can I go to the carnival this year? Pleassseee?" She closed her eyes and turned her head towards her feet. Her father sighed, obviously not amused. 

      "What?" He asked her as if not understanding the first question. She put up her guard now, ready to defend her case. 

      "I have never been before and I am almost 17 years old now. All of my friends are going!" 

       He put his hand on his forehead as if in a frustrated deep thought. "No Allison." 

This is where the fight starts.

      "But dad, I am going to be 17 in a month! I will have my liscense soon! Why can't I go?" 

        He started to sit up and yelled higher, as if in a challenge. "Because bad things happen at the carnival, that's why!" 

This always happens to me. He wonders why I sit home on saturday nights with no friends. "Just because you're a cop doesn't mean that everything you see is going to happen to me. I will be with a group of six friends and I will have my phone on me. Please." She was no longer merely requesting, now she was begging.

      He laid back down and turned to face the wall. "I will talk to your mother." The conversation was over.

Why am I a lesser version of you?

Undeservingly so, I am judged.

What is it that moves you in such a way,

 As to think of me as not worthy of breathing your air? 

Do I not bleed and hurt? 

Do I not get sick with the common cold?

 Do I not need food and water to survive? 

Do I not sleep in a bed every night and wake in it every morning? 

Do I not despise being yelled at, 

Or love being loved? 

What is it of me that makes you ponder the very reason of my existence?

 For I am just a version of you,

  Only I contain a clean conscience. 

One of zero judgement, 

And one filled with an unconditional love. 

So what makes you better than me, human?

How do mermaids have babies?
...
Sea sections.

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Tootsies

The day your parents want to remember forever.
The day you gain the strength to stand alone for the very 1st time.
Such beautiful things constantly taken for granted.
They guide you through life
but are punished daily for fashion or for sports.
Shoved into 7 inch heels
or forced to move for hours as you complete that 5K.
Labored to balance on the tips of your toes
as you shove them into your pointe shoes.
50 bones . . .
60 joints . . .
and over 200 muscles are all put together to create these simple life necessities.
Used to dance.
Use to swim.
Used to run.
Used to walk.
Look down and you still may not know what I am talking about
because maybe you just do not care.
Will you ever?

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A Tribute to 9/11

I know recently that I posted what the word "courage" means to me. For the first time today, 12 years after the incident, I finally learned about the tragedy that occurred on the twin towers. It appalls me how someone could hurt so many people as I'm fighting back tears writing this. Courage truly is about doing something for the greater good. Talia had an internal kind of courage that is hard to come by. But the courage found during 9/11 is far greater than that. Courage is the person that carried the blind man and his seeing eye dog down the twin towers. Courage is the firefighter who spent days searching for his brother's body because he promised his father that he would bring his brother home. Courage is the strength to jump out of an 80 story high window because you know that you are already going to die. Courage is the 40 something people on the plane to San Francisco that sacrificed their lives by jumping the hijackers. It takes more courage than any person will ever know to call your family and tell them that you are going to die. Even the children on the plane knew that they were going to die. Their legacy will be remembered forever, and as sad as it is, it reminds us of how lucky we are to have such strong patriotism in our people. Over 3,000 people died that day. And for what? No possible explanation will ever satisfy that question. Those people did not deserve to die. So that is courage. It is not an ideal or a thought, it is a person. It is a population. It is the United States of America. I can honestly say to myself that I am proud to be an American citizen and if you cannot say that, then you don't deserve to live in this country.

Get Well Soon Mr.Sheehan :)

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Courage: The Strength Within

The meaning of courage to me holds a certain level of internal strength. It is the ability to fight for a cause, whether it is a personal cause or something much bigger than yourself. I did not know Talia Castellano very well. Not at all actually. She is a girl who was diagnosed with cancer at a young age, survived it, and then got it yet again. She is not well-known simply for being a cancer patient. She is famous for her willingness to fight and stay strong. When she got sick, she continued to do what she loves: makeup tutorials. She made a youtube channel and gained followers and subscribers and fans for her amazing talent. When asked on The Ellen Show how she stayed so strong, she simply stated: "A little fish told me to just keeping swimming," referencing the character Dory in the movie "Finding Nemo." Her character and personality is what caused Ellen to make Talia an honorary Covergirl. Talia not only had the courage to fight, but she gave millions of other girls a hope. A hope not to get better, but a hope to stay alive as long as they can while enjoying life. Talia did not need big muscles or a logo on a cape to become a hero; she simply became one because she helped people even when she did not have to. That is real courage and even though Talia passed away recently this year, her memory will continue to give other people the courage to keep fighting no matter what means necessary to do what they love even when everyone else tells them that it is impossible.