Alright I'm going to post a few my favorite writings that others in my class had wrote as part of their final.

Jacob Malear's ---------

We are supposed to write about something that we want people to remember us by, well I honestly can not think of anything to write, I am sitting here trying to think and I thought of a couple ideas but if I were to write about those then the people who read my page would probably think I was some weirdo who wants to do nothing with his own life then to work at a Barnes and Nobles during the day and a cross dressing pole dancer at night. So I decided to write about memories in the class (because my dreams and future is no one's business). Any who, oure class has had great times (even though I haven't been here the whole year) but our class is one I'll never forget, like that crazy ass war everyone was writing about, or everyone calling eddie a fat mexican (although this is true, its mean, but I look at it as a funny fact rather then mean.) Or when people in the class made fun of Mrs. Haskett's messed up rack (again this is true, but mean its not her fault she is weird.) Also Brendan. Oh Brendan, Marissa and Desiree. That's all I'm going to say about you guys. One line. you one line-in little dicks! Michael Michael Michael, Have fun in the army. I'm sure I'll see you out there. Probably hurt because army is for PUSSY ASS LITTLE GIRLS!!! If you're going to join something, join something that doesn't make you do grunt work all day. Mel, you're a fucking bitch ass nigguh ass cum on your chest gangsta. Keep it up. You're a great mom. Brandon and Steven you guys are some crazy ass writers. Keep your heads up, and you'll do it big one day.
So I wish we had more than one page to write, but since California is so damn cheap, we don't. So I can't write about everyone I intended on. It's all right. Next time. Happy Holidays.

Oh , Kailyn, Who the fuck is sitting in my chair?!?!

Kailyn's ---------------

I create chaos in an organized place. Make noise out of pure silence. Wear white to a funeral. Cuss like a sailor in church. Sing at the top of my lungs even though it sounds absolutely horrible. I write just to be able to feel. I write to be real. I speak and react before my mind has a chance to process. I hate romance, it makes me laugh when people are mushy. I hate christmas, and I do not act like I love the world on that day. I am agnostic and need proof to believe anything. I think most people are 90% bullshit, and feel way too attention deprived for their own good. I have morals but do not always stick to them. I trip all the time. I spill everything I have. I can not eat without ending up with something on me somewhere. My biggest fear is having bad breath which is why I have gum in my mouth 98.9% of the time. I make mistakes all the time, and I honestly think I have to make the same ones 2 to 3 times to actually learn from them. I despise liars. I am the most honest person ever, if I think something chances are I am going to say it. I come off as a bitch, and at times I can be one. I do at times regret things I do or have done. I am not always the funnest person to be around, and I am not always pleasant and joyful. I have my off days just like everyone else. I take everything out on the ones I love. I admittingly push anyone down in my way of getting to what I want. I am no where near perfect. But every night when I go to bed I know that am the best friend I can be. I try my hardest most days. And I give it my all to be the best person I can. As long as I give it my best shot it is good enough for me.... most days.



Tiana's --------
There you go again
Settling in your place of misery.
Never letting go of the
Dreams that used to be
Dwelling in the heart breaks
And mistakes that forever surround you
Drowning in your sorrow and dispair
Not once coming up for air.

It's hard to believe that you
Of all people gave up
You were in the army,
Had a family and placed yourself
In a world that was full of love.

No more will you hope
and pray to be free.
You let go of your wishes and
Dreams that won't come true.

Hope is always there
Just simply floating in the air.
All you have to do is simply reach out
And grab a handful.
It will help settle all your
Tears and will banish all your fears.

You are my uncle
You are my blood
You don't know the pain that you
Cause by giving up
My mother cries for you,
Her older brother.

Your Mother's heart is in pain
Because you say there is no hope.

When I was growing up
You were always telling me
to keep moving...
...That there is always hope

You, my uncle, the brother of my mom,
the best friend of my dad,
Should take your own advice... Don't
Give up... Keep moving...
There is always hope


(and of course) Eddies --------------------

The tree as Dave put it is you and your friends. Everyone is a tree unless you have had a bad life and only have one good best friend in which case you're a bush or shrub. Well it breaks down like this, the birds in your tree are like boyfriends and girlfriends they are there for a little bit but always leave and when they do they always leave something behind that stays with you, like a bird leaves a nest. Then there are your leaves, they're your group of friends that are just there and are cool but just like leaves in the fall when things get tough they fall off leaving you alone and cold. Then you have your branches, these are good, strong friends they are there for the most part but things can happen and they can break off just like a tree branch. And finally you have your roots these are the people who are your best friends, they are like a brother or sister to you with only blood being the difference, they will always be there whether or not you want them to or not at times even when the worst happens to you and you're chopped down to the smallest stump they will be there helping you grow again, nurturing you. I am happy to say that you all have either become a root or branch and I'm happy for that. Thank you for bringing my tree back to life.

Deters----------------------

They used to call me names. They would pick fun at me just because they knew that I wouldn't retaliate, not only because my mom always told me never to be mean to anybody, but because I was a quiet kid; still am now. So I took it. Year after year of elementary school they teased me, taking a step further each time. But every time I took it with a straight face, sometimes even a smile, to hide what was really happening inside. My spirit would break, and many times I would just sit in the bathroom and cry my eyes out during recess, not knowing what else to do.

What was sorrow then, is anger now. If only it had happened ten years later; now when I am ready to take it. I know now that they were just a bunch of little douchebags that had nothing better to do than to pick on a kid because he was different from them. I would like to see them try to say something like that to me now; they would be met with a fist to the face. As the saying goes, "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." People can say what they want, but it should never phase you. If it does phase you, don't keep it all in. Confront the situation no matter how hard it is. Don't let words eat you up inside like they used to do me.




Those are just a few..

I want to start writing more, expressing more rather then keeping it inside. One of these days it is just going to kill me.