Senior Year

10 Ways to Survive Senior Year

1.) Be yourself, because that is the person that everyone will remember.
2.) Get involved; Student Government, Sports, Drama, Ecology Club, ect.
3.) Study hard; make sure you keep your grades up.
4.) Make new friends, talk to people you never knew.
5.) Always make time for your friends.
6.) Make this your year, live it how you want to.
7.) Be carefree and try new things.
8.) Don’t let the little things bother you, these four years fly by and then you’re done.
9.) Realize that this could be the last time you are going to see some of these people
10.) Enjoy it because after graduation, your life begins

My Names

My real name is Amanda.
Tomorrow my name will be
One day closer to college.
Today my name is strong
Yesterday my name will be Unavailable,
Secretly I know my name is Wild
My name once was beautiful



My real name is Amanda
Tomorrow my name will be
Late night out on the town
Today my name is exhausted
Yesterday my name was cheerless
Secretly I know my name is Spoiled
My name once was needed.

THoughts from the picture with the Girl

This girl looks like something out of a horror film. I do not like horror movies so to me this picture bugs me. It is freaky because she looks possessed. I don't really know what to say other then this picture really bothers me because it reminds me of a scary movie. She looks like the girl who has been murdered and or is about to get killed, She seems like she would be a innocent girl based on her clothes but that would fit perfectly into a horror movie. I do not like that kind of movie because i can not stand being scared. I watched scary movies when I was little and they gave me nightmares and one time i didn't sleep for like a week. That right there turned me off for scary movies ever since.

Thoughts from The grass land

The first thought that popped into my head was Ireland. I went there when I was 14 years old for a People to People Student Ambassadors trip. Ireland was so green and very farm like. I thought it was a relaxing place to be and I remember doing all sorts of fun things over there. I spent the day on an Irish farm doing things that they have to do. One of my favorite things that we did that day was when we jumped into a bog. I don't really remember what a bog is but it was like this huge mud hole with a mini cliff that we got to jump off of. After you jump where you land is where you stayed. You were literally stuck. It was one thing that I will never forget. I know that if given the chance to do it all again, I would do it in a heart beat. In the picture the sky is so rich in different shades of blue that it reminds me of the Sky's over there (in Ireland) as well. I remember driving in our tour bus and looking out over the horizon and thinking that I wish we had Sky's like this back home. They were so beautiful. Something I have never seen before, so crisp and clear. I know to me they were breath taking because I had never seen anything like it before. And then again just being over there made everything that much more amazing.

Leaving

I do not like the word leaving. To me it only bring back sad memories or sad thoughts. Leaving to me is the end of something, it might have been the most happiest time of my life but the people that made that possible have to leave eventually and everything has to end sometime. Leaving is hard for me to do because it involves saying goodbye and I don't like that. In the next few months I will have to watch someone I love leave and be gone for 8 weeks.I know that they will be coming back but the thought of saying goodbye is hard for me. Not so long after that I will be leaving for college. I will be saying goodbye to my friends, family, and everything that I am used to. I know it is not like I will never be back here it is just the thought that I wont have everything the way I am used to it and that scares me. So I guess you could say that leaving scares me and only brings sad thoughts and ideas to my mind.

I Remember

I remember when I was little about three and first learning to ride a bike. Falling off time after time, crying at first because it hurt but then realizing that it was nothing. I remember coloring Easter eggs two days before Easter. I was five years old and i remember helping my sister learn how to "properly" color the eggs. It was you find the perfect egg out of the carton, then choose a color you want and carefully place the egg in there. Then you would wait until the egg was just the right color you wanted then reach in and grab it, put it on the cardboard box cut-out to dry, and then once it dried you could paint it if you wanted. This was something we did every year and each year it only seemed to get more fun because it was something that my whole family got into or something that we would do as a family. (by family i mean mom, dad, me, and my sister) Now we don't do anything like that anymore and I miss it.

Comment to Dominque

I commented on Dominique's page.

Wow! This poem was amazing. I relly like yur descriptive words. My favorite part was when you talked about Italy. Ive never been there but the way you tak about it it seems like you have. Good job.

Full Moon Me

Amanda Wood

February 11, 2010

4th Hour

Full Moon Me

I am Me


I am a bright yellow orange flower
on the first day of spring after the
first rain shower.

I am the first steps of a toddler
learning to walk for the first time

I am the first number everyone
learns, never forgotten, number 1.

I will be the monster truck of
all truck lovers dreams; Ford F-150,
bright red, 6 inch lift kit, 44 inch tires,
ability to race into your heart.

I am the first bite of a salty, crisp,
fresh french fry, hot out of the fryer.

I want to be the place people can go
to relax, be somewhere different, exotic,
warm, and friendly.

I am a small apple tree, with crisp fresh
apples found in the middle of a row
in a very large orchard.

I want to be the brightest star in the sky,
always shinning down on you, bringing
smiles, wishes, and joy to everyone.

I will be the words no one knows about
me, words always there but never said,
the words Hope, Love, and Faith.

I am Me.

2/8/2010

Nouns:

-corrie: a circular hollow in the side of a hill or mountain.

-philibeg: the kilt or pleated skirt worn by Scottish Highlanders.

-insipience: lack of wisdom; foolishness.


-Avaritia: insatiable desire for wealth

-Zapodidae: jumping mice

Adjectives:

-Misogynous: hatered, dislike, or mistrust of women

-verdant: green with vegetation

- Longshore: existing, found, or employed along the shore, esp. at or near a seaport

-enchorial: belonging to or used in a particular country.

-echinate: bristly; prickly.

Verbs:

-disrelish: to have a distaste for; dislike.

-burke: to murder, as by suffocation, so as to leave no or few marks of violence.

-trothplight: engagement to be married; betrothal.

-prescind: to cut off, terminate, or remove

-deterge: to wipe or wash away; cleanse.

Poem: Bike Ride with Older Boys

Bike Ride with Older Boys
Laura Kasischke

The one I didn't go on.
I was thirteen,
and they were older.
I'd met them at the public pool. I must

have given them my number. I'm sure

I'd given them my number,
knowing the girl I was. . .

It was summer. My afternoons
were made of time and vinyl.
My mother worked,
but I had a bike. They wanted

to go for a ride.
Just me and them. I said
okay fine, I'd
meet them at the Stop-n-Goat
four o'clock.
And then I didn't show.

I have been given a little gift
—something sweet and
inexpensive, something
I never worked or asked or said
thank you for, most
days not aware
of what I have been given, or what I missed—

because it's that, too, isn't it?
I never saw those boys again.
I'm not as dumb
as they think I am
but neither am I wise. Perhaps

it is the best
afternoon of my life. Two
cute and older boys
pedaling beside me—respectful, awed. When we

turn down my street, the other girls see me ...

Everything as I imagined it would be.

Or, I am in a vacant field. When I
stand up again, there are bits of glass and gravel
ground into my knees.
I will never love myself again.

Who knew then
that someday I would be

thirty-seven, wiping
crumbs off the kitchen table with a sponge, remembering
them, thinking of this—

those boys still waiting
outside the Stop-n-Go, smoking
cigarettes, growing older.


I chose this poem because the title really grabbed my attention because that was something I used to do. My friends were always older then I was (just by a few months) but they would want to go for bike rides and stuff. Although we did not do the whole smoking part it still is something I will never forget. I have the scars on my knees from falling off and being "one of the boys" and seeing other girls in my neighborhood and just thinking how "cool" i thought i was. Now that I am older i still remember all of the things we did as kids.

My life today

My life right now is alright there really is not a whole lot to talk about in my life right now. I am busy working at Vg's and worrying about next year at college. I spend most of my days either hanging out with my friends or working. I have recently decided on one of my roommates for next year so that is exciting. I'm not really sure how I will like being away from home. Yea Central is not that far away but it will seem like it.

Somethings I am excited for are that over mid winter break I am going to Chicago. I have never been there and can not wait. Also I am going to Panama City for spring break, another place i have never been to. I am kind of worried about that because I have a lot of money due soon and i am nowhere near ready for that. My job never seems to pay enough for the lifestyle I want to live. I always have to be doing something, I am a very busy person and can not sit still for too long. The more you get to know me the more you will find out how true that is. Well that is about all that is happening in my life right now.