Art Museum

Where creativity flows, and imaginations run wild.
Where colors explode, and things come alive.
Where old and new collide, and ancient and future combine.
Where paints slid together with stone, and jewels turn to drawings.
Where words fly off the page and objects travel through time.
Where styles and tastes align, and dreams come out to play.
Where darkness and light flight, and also create.
Where sizes are changed, and shapes are stretched.
Where your mind is in ahh and your heart is in wonder.
Where myths are real and legends are true.
Where make-believe fills you, and fairy tales are around you.
Where nature is beautiful and man made is not.
Where flowers are always in bloom, but winter is there too.
Where history is among you, and showing you the way.
Where you never change, but still grow old.
Where you question your sanity, and you wonder why.
Where views are amazing, and birds are singing.
Where some are quiet and thoughtful, and other are loud and insane.
Where you come in one way, and come out another.
Where things are weird and things are so true.
Where things will make you sick, and other cured.
Where you rectangle and never throw away.
Where depth is needed, and lightness is too.
Where details are wanted, but simple is there as well.
Where you wish to see more, but have to move too.
Where differences are not true and unique is what is around.
Where categories do not exist, and we are all alike.
Where backward is there, and forward is not.
Where artists want to fill your heart with love and joy.

Guardian

A guardian, aged with wisdom.
A child, a young free soul.
An autumn, a swirl of colors.
A dress, pretty and bright.
A jacket, dull and worn.
To work, is what we all have to do
To play, is what we all want to do.

Identity

Your identity is the most important part of you. Without it we would all be the same. We would have the same likes and dislikes. Our identity is what makes us unique in our own way.
When I was younger I went through a difficult time with friendships. I didn’t know where I fit in. I would connect with someone, and then they would move away. Then I had to make a new friendship. Because of this I always felt lost and unsure of myself. Most times I would sit by myself during lunch. I worked hard to find people like me, who would like me. It wasn’t until the beginning of 7th grade that I finally felt like I belonged. I found not one, but several friends. They like me for who I am. I feel fine right where I am, and I hope that my friends don’t have to feel like they have to change themselves when they are around me.
During this time in my life, I did wonder what I could do to make friends and be popular. I remember asking m aunt to take me shopping, so I could buy “cool” clothes. When I got home, I was amazed at the money spent just to buy a sweatshirt. It didn’t make me feel any better, and it didn’t get me a new friend.
Friends are very big part of your identity. They are like you in many ways, and they know who you really are. If you every lose yourself, they can get you back on track. Your friends can help you solve problems, and you can do the same thing for them.
Friendship is all about making each other feel good about themselves, and to support one another when the times are tough. Don’t every let someone tell you not good enough to be their friend, because you are good enough! If they can’t see that then it their loss. Just be yourself and you will find people who like you just the way you are. Those people are your true friends. The ones you can trust to help you in good times, or tough situations.
I believe I learned a very important lesson early in life. Know who you are, and be yourself at all times. Your identity is who you are, and who you want to be. Don’t let anyone else change you, and don’t change for someone. You are special in your own way and that’s the way it should be.

Journals

January, 14, 1738
Dear Journal,
This is my first post of a long series of post on my travel to this new world. First let me introduce myself, I am Drebin Melancholy from Berlin Germany and I just turned 14 today. Father told me this was a sort of a “birthday gift” that we can travel but I thought this will be dreadful. Anyway, once we boarded Miss Julie was instantly seasick from the light waves, this feels like a bad omen.

February 25, 1738
Dear Journal,
Today was a sad day, Mr. Moore died of the Scurvy, and he will be missed. This trip is very dreadful; I feel that it is my duty to keep from getting ill. But it so hard when almost everyone is sick. I think my father is starting to get sick.

April 03, 1738
Dear Journal,
Not many kids have survived this past month. I am so bored there are little kids to play with. At the beginning of the trip there were 50 kids and 200 adult. Now there are only 20 kids and 100 adult. My father says I have to start working on the ship. I hope we see land soon.

May 25, 1738
Dear Journal,
Some of the crew members are starting to think that they should mutiny. I don’t think we should. I mean like he is the only one who know how to run the ship. But I do want to see land so I give him one more week than I would do mutiny.

June 20, 1738
Dear Journal,
My father died today. I am so sad that I can’t move a muscle. I miss him so much why did he have to go.

August 10 1738,
Dear Journal,
All the fresh food is gone! All that is left is a combination of the left over. I so sick of that disgusting stuff.

November 16 1738,
Dear Journal,
We are here! We see land! The leaders made the Merconkeppman Compact today. I widh my dad was here to see it. Anyway we have to start hunting, cutting down tree, and start farming.

What Leads To Suicide

Have you ever felt lonely? Like no one in the world cares about you. The old man in Ernest Hemingway’s short story might have been a reflection of himself, rather than a fictional character. Both men experience loneliness, which ultimately leads them to thoughts of suicide.
The old man did not always appear to live a lonely life. He had married, but his wife died at some point. We know the old man is deaf, but we don’t know when he became deaf. I don’t know what it is like to be deaf. I think the difficulty communicating with others could make you feel lonely. For some reason the old man had difficulty sleeping. Each night he would go to a café, yet he doesn’t interact with those around him. The café is very nice, and the old man can afford it.
Hemingway also had a lot of money, yet he was not a happy person. As he wrote the story, I think he changed some characteristics about himself for the story. Hemingway had married and divorced at least 5 times. He could not find the one person who made him happy. Like the old man, he had a lot of money. For both men, money did not buy happiness. The old man tried to commit suicide by hanging himself. Hemingway took his own life by shooting himself with his favorite shotgun.
I believe Hemingway thought about suicide long before he really did it. Could he have been thinking about his suicide at the time he wrote this story, 29 years before he actually did it? In the end loneliness can affect the decisions you make in your life

I am

I am activity and helpful.
I wonder why I like science.
I hear the waves of the oceans.
I see the mountains.
I want peace.
I am activity and helpful.

I pretend to be a know it a lot.
I feel loved when I am with my friends.
I touch animals.
I worry about our country.
I cry when I think of Max.
I am activity and helpful.

I understand people.
I say animals are people too.
I dream for no pollution.
I try not to be bossy.
I hope for the world to become a better place.
I am activity and helpful.

Soldiers

While everyone else runs away from the conflict. Who will stand and fight? When no one else can save innocent lives. These people run in to save them. The British would not give us freedom. But they fought and are still fighting for freedom, volunteering to risk their lives each and every day. Their families may not see them for an extended period of time or they may never see them again!! Soldiers, Soldiers, Soldiers!!!!!!! Soldiers are one of the bravest people on Earth.