Post Number Sixteen!

We're almost at twenty, guys!

I really, really, really love... Girls Camp! It's one of the best parts of summer. It's one of the most spiritual activity ever (even though you wouldn't think camping is spiritual haha). You can bond with the people in your ward, and just have a great time.
I'm sad because I only have 3 years left. I'm halfway done with my Girls Camp years! Come to think of it, I'm halfway done with Young Women. Uh-oh!!!

Anyway...I'm leaving tomorrow for camp, guys. Will you miss me? :)

15th Post?...yes...15th Post

Sometimes a crumb falls

From the tables of joy,

Sometimes a bone

Is flung.

To some people

Love is given,

To others

Only heaven.

Thank you Langston Hughes. This is a lovely poem I found in a book that should have been picked up by me long ago. I was searching for a poetry book on our big old shelf...don't ask me why...and I came across this one:

I read and read and read. Each poem was like a motivator for me to keep reading. Truly, all of them were incredible. The words like honey in some, hard bricks that hurt in others. I ended up flipping to the middle like I always do in books. And I happened to read the last stanza of the one above, entitled "Luck."

Why did it make me cry?

Out of nowhere, I just started to cry. Tears were streaming down my face. I stil don't know how that happened.

But I do know this:

Those words just...were so beautiful to me at the time. And even now, I just can't get enough of them. So...perfect.

Poetry, I am now discovering, is like a window to new experiences in reading. Lately, the only titles I've dared to pick up are written specifically for young adults. But this is another...a different...work of art. Now I know why I wanted to find a poetry book. And I can't regret finding this one on the dusty shelf.

I love it.

14?

I absolute HATE it when people be annoying on purpose, just to make you steam...
Okay, hate is a strong word.
I EXTREMELY dislike when people are annoying on purpose.
Example:
I was sitting on the couch up at my cabin, reading Anne Frank's diary. I was having a grand old time reading and I was really into the book. I hear this quiet whisper,
"Ada.... Ada..."
I look up to see my little brother crouching behind the fireplace, whispering,
"Ada.... Ada..."
So I calmly went back to my book and ignored the whispers. Teo seemed to lose interest and went back to playing on Scratch.

After only about 5 minutes, I heard MORE noise coming from Mateo.
"Hey, Ada. Hey, hey, Ada. Hey, Ada. Hey, Ada. Look, Ada."
"WHAT?!" I finally looked up just to get him to stop.
"Nothing." He looked back at the laptop screen.
"Gah!" I was extremely annoyed but went back to my book.

Another about 15 minutes later, my mom, Mateo and sat on the floor, playing Bohnanza. (A German bean planting card game.) It was my turn, so I took it, and I presented a bean that Mateo was planting, so obviously he had to go off the handle.
"OH MY GOSH!!!! Oh, oh! I WANT IT!!!! PLEASE!?!?!?!" He writhed on the floor and continued begging.
"Fine! Just.. Shut up!" I gave him the card and he was quiet.
For 20 seconds. By my mom's turn, he was freaking out.

This post isn't necessarily about people being annoying on PURPOSE, I just needed to vent my feelings.

Thank you for bearing with me. :D

OH! BTW-- I am turning 14 in 2 months! :D :) =) =D

Unlucky Number 13

Well, it's interesting how fate works. I got the post number 13, which happens to be a number that everybody finds unlucky. And how unlucky I have been lately! These past few weeks have been nothing but trouble for me...

I have attempted to get together with people, to actually DO something this summer. I haven't seen any of my friends since June 7 at the Lehi Legacy Center. So it's been quite a few weeks. I've tried, but everybody is so busy! Why am I the only one not busy???

But the very worst thing of all is something that happened 2 days ago. I had to clean up my room a bit, and my sister wanted to come 'hang out', which means be in my room and look through my stuff while I clean. But I wanted to be kind, so I said she could 'hang out' with me. I actually was kind of starting to have fun with her, we were talking and laughing and looking through stuff. She looked at my stuff on my dresser, which is where I keep my Arabic stuff (the perfumes, the bookmark, the sand bottle, etc.)

I was putting a pair of shoes away when I heard a deafening shatter! I turned around and her eyes were huge and looking at my dresser. I looked down and my nicest hand-blown Egyptian perfume bottle was laying in what seemed to be a thousand pieces all over. I screamed.

What would you have done??? I told her (as calmly as I could) to leave my room. I started crying and picking up the shards. And my room started to reek of the strong perfume that Ustaz makes. It was a disaster. It still stinks to high heaven today, and I don't think the smell will ever come out of the rag I used to soak up the precious perfume or the dresser. I am more angry with her than I have been with anybody in what seems to be years. She is - until further notice - permanently banned from my bedroom.

I am just hoping that another unlucky month like this never happens again!!!!!

!@th post (12th post)

          When it's dark, you can't see. It overwhelms you, caves you in.
          The power goes out at night, and nothing works. Not the stove, not the refrigerator, not the lights. You sit wishing you had a book to read, or paper to draw on, because that's all you can do. You have to scurry to find flashlights and candles, hoping you still have them up to their full battery power, or that you still have matches. All you can do is try to make it a fun, exciting experience in the pitch black. It's easy.
          Well, easier then when the power goes out in the afternoon. When you are in the middle of cooking in the oven, it's a big, irksome blow when there is no power available for the oven to run. You can no longer cook. And it's worse when it's Father's day and you are cooking a special meal for your father. You hope that the power comes back soon because it feels as though you cannot function without electricity.
          In our day and age, in our community, it's hard for most of us to go without power. Why is that? It's because we are so used to it. We take it for granted. We don't realize that we have it until it's gone.
          So this post is to say how grateful I am for all the power we have. It's a blessing, and I hope that we all can come to know not to waste it. We are lucky.
          Though the dark can be a never-ending tunnel of black, it's always good to know that there will be light at the end.

          ~Alessia
          

Eleventh Post

          Charter schools make the world a worse place.
          Don't believe me? Here are my arguments:
          All through elementary years and middle school years at the charter school, you make friends. Friends who live in different cities than you. The friendships grow, you learn to love each person who is in your grade, you know everyone in the tiny school. You become a family.
          But.
          There is a problem. After middle school is over, or after everyone in your grade decides they want to transfer schools, no one is left. And everyone goes to their public schools, or a new charter school. And every single one of your friends who lives in a different city is lost.

          I can tell you this based on my personal experience. The last day of school is tomorrow. It's happening.

          I love you all.

          ~Alessia

Tenth Post!

Yay, number ten.

Have you noticed I've done mostly negative posts? Well that's not good. Let's try the opposite today, shall we?

I love nature. I really do. I love being alone. Today I went somewhere with a person, somewhere hidden. It was a river and it was surrounded by many trees. It was dead silent, like the whole world was holding its breath. Picture it. Three or four trees leaned into the river as if they wanted to tell it a secret they held deep within themselves. At the base of the river was a big pile of sticks, like beavers had been there. It was completely silent. Then a gust of wind rattled the leaves, and a group of birds exploded out of the trees. All you could hear was the river. Rush, rush, rush. Hush, hush, hush.

That's what I love about it. You can paint a picture in your mind. I was there. It was so peaceful. Serene. Beautiful. It makes you think. I mean, really think those deep thoughts that cower in the back of your mind. Afraid to come to the front and show themselves.

That is all today. Thank you! :)