The Joy Of Writing

You see, now that the year is ending, I have the option of keeping or loosing my blog. Considering I already have one I don’t know if it’s neccassary to keep this one. But at the same time, I don’t want to lose all the hard work and effort I put into writing all these posts. I don’t want to forget this year, but I don’t know how to keep up with it. So I guess I’ll keep it, for if I ever need it, I just wont add to it, unless my other blog is destroyed or something of that nature.

Well it was nice seeing you,

-Joy 

It was a Tuesday, the day I go to my Dad’s house after school. Kinsey, Jen and I walked up Jen’s alley to get to her house as I called my Dad asking him if I could go to Jen’s house for a couple of hours. When he answered he sounded very staticly, lake there was construction going on in the backround. He told me I could and to have my sister waiting for him outside. I went inside with Kinsey and Jen and we started to come up for ideas for twin day the next day. I offered to make them matching shirts. So as I sat down to make them, I saw a man driving by on a motorcycle with my sister on the back. I almost fell back in my chair. Jen’s mom Barbara was out there talking to my Dad as he came to pick her up. She walked through the door saying “Nice bike, your Dad just baught!” I said, “That’s my Dad? He owns it?” I was in shock. A couple of hours went by, and I was outside with Jen and Kinsey making some videos for youtube. Then my dad drove up and down the street once, and finally stopped in front of Jen’s house. He had a helmet for me and I hopped on the back of his new black BMW motorcycle. We zoomedpast my friends as I waved goodbye. I felt so safe on the back of it with my Dad. I couldn’t stop smiling and couldn’t close my eyes, even though the wind was blowing in them and making them water. As we turned the corner my Dad told me to hold on and stay forward. Not to lean in any direction and stay with him. As we continued to drive down the street I could feel the bike keeping it’s balance, and staying so perfect in it’s placement. My dad used to ride motorcycles all across America alone and with his friends. He was a biker and always will be at heart. I’m so happy to see him riding again. He has had a few accidents but he’s learned from them and is very safe. It’s the most beautiful bike. I can’t wait until my next ride.

It’s been a long year, and I have mixed emotions about it ending. I’m happy to be out of school, but sad to be away from friends. I really want to leave this year on a good note. So I don’t know if I’ll be keeping my blog or having it deleted. I already have a personal blog that I have to keep private considering this all links back to the rules made by MCPS. I wish I could give you the URL, so we could keep in touch and you could read even more of my writing but I’m not prepared to go against my teachers wishes. Well anyways, this year has been full of ups and downs not only in my writing but in my life. In the begining of the year I couldn’t write a good poem to save my life, because I thought it all had to follow a simple mold. But now I know what make a good poem; feeling, emotions, and truth. All of wich I use in my writing. Now I can sit down and write, not on demand, but when I’m truley inspired or just in the mood. So Thank you guys for sxpending so much time reading my stuff and I appreciate it fully. Mayb e I’ll see you, maybe I wont. Bye!

Duke Senior is over thrown by Duke Frederick. Duke Senior is banished to the Forest of arden. Rosalind (Duke Seniors daughter) is allowed to stay because she is very close with her cousin Celia (Duke Fredericks daughter). Rosalind attends a wrestling match, and falls in love with Orlando, the winner. Orlando’s older brother, Oliver, inherited  all of his diseased fathers money, and plots to kill his youngest brother Orlando. Orlando’s old servent tells him of Oliver’s plot, and convinces Orlando to escape to the forest of arden before he is killed by his brother. Duke Fredrick accuses Rosalind of being untrustworthy, then banishes her into the Forest of arden. Celia plans to leave with Rosalind, despite her fathers wishes. Rosalind dresses as a man, and Celia changes her name. While in the forest of arden Celia and Rosalind come addross Orlando, and talk to him as if they were men. Rosalind see’s that Orland has been carving her name into the trees along his way. She advises him to tell her his true feelings.

They leave you in the dark

they expect your forgiveness

they stab you in the back

the hope you wont feel it

they turn on you

they hope you wont notice

Like I’m blind

you don’t mind

hurting me

so let me be

I thought you were a true friend

the only one I’d have until the end

But look at you now

you’re no where to be found!

Become Free is a poem by a 7th Grader, Suzannah T. in Atlanta GA. Her poem uses amazing immagry, and beautiful scenery. The discriptions she gives, and words she uses adds color to it. It is different then your average, “the sky is blue, the clouds are grey” poem. When you read the first line it reals you in so you’re hooked. You just want to read the whole thing, because it takes you on a ride. You could imagine you were that bird.  

As you know, the Save Darfur blog event was last Friday and Thursday. We got 677 comments! Thanks to all those who participated, and to those who wrote about it. This was our chance to make a difference and I think we did. I am so satisfied with the outcome. Not to mention everyone who posted was so sophisticated in their writing, and truly took the time out to write long meaningful comments. I was so impressed. And a lot of people replied to my comment and asked questions. That just goes to show people care.

As you know, China is holding the Olympics this year. You might even know that China is Darfurs highest oil/Gas buyer. So in other words, the Sudanese government and Chinas government are very close. They have many ties and connections. China has not done anything to persuade the Sudanese government to stop the Genocide. They have basically sat back and watched it happen. Because China is so neglectant to save the people of Sudan the people here in America, and even in some other parts of the world are renaming the Olympics as the “Genocide Olympics”. Steven Spielberg (who was the creative director) has dropped out because of the poor job done by the government in China. Many people are urging those of us who care about the Genocide, and even those who don’t, to boycott the Olymics. In order for China to truely get the message that this needs to stop, we need to hand deliver it. The Olympics are the biggest thing to happen to China, so they will most likely do anything to protect it. If we can get enough people to boycott, we can make a huge difference. China is already making headlines for recently, “Urging the Sudanese Government to Take Action”. So as you can so we are already starting to make a difference. Just keep it up.   

Last weekend I visited Frederick Douglas’ house. It is still beautiful, and standing strong. Frederick Douglas was born a slave, and worked his way to freedom. He self taught him self to read and write, and wrote many books in his life time.

We are now giving our last plea for help. Now is when we need your support most. We are doing callins today downtown and we are depending on you to help. We are also having hopefuly having over 1000 students comment on the blog we started on March 6th and 7th. PLEASE leave a comment. If you want to see what it’s like the be in Darfur trying to servive go here. There is so much more to learn about Darfur, so go to this website, Dafur Drawn to see the Genocide through the kids in Darfus eyes. The things these children draw is so heart breaking, and this is exactly what they’ve been going through, and are at risk of everyday. One of the pictures, is a drawing by one of the children serviving in Darfur. You can see the Janjaweed are the men on horse back, and the guns. You see the camels, and you can tell that all the horses are in motion, running after something. What do you think they’re running after.