Friday, December 12, 2008
Have you ever had one of those mornings where you wake up and you're just not sure where you are? You wake up, very confused and end up hitting your head on the bed above you, realizing you're in a bunk bed. Trying to be very sly, you grab ahold of the bottom of the bed and lean out to see if anyone is sleeping on the top bunk, and if so who they are. Of course, like most plans, nothing goes accordingly. You fall out of the bed with a loud thump and a silent scream in pain. You look around for something that might be yours, but all you find is a pair of shoes. You put them on, and quietly leave, still confused. As you close the door, you hear someone call your name, but you ignore it. Have you ever have that happened to you? No. Oh. Well me either.
Monday, December 1, 2008
People are often telling me how much I hate my parents. How much I disrespect them. How unthankful I am for all that they have done. But to be completely honest, I love my parents, I do respect them, and I am thankful for all that they have done. How could I not love my parents. I hate how people think they know more about me than I know about myself. How is that possible? I love my parents. Yea, we argue, but who doesn’t. People say that I do nothing to show how much I love my parents, but there are plenty of things that I do that go unnoticed, and I’m fine with that. I try and call them once a week, because I know my mother is constantly thinking about me. And when I talk to my mom, she says I don’t listen, but I listen to every word she says. I listen to her problems, and when she is finished I tell her how she can do anything she wants, and how she shouldn’t let people walk all over her. Also, when people ask me whom I admire most, I always say my parents. Over the years I have seen my mom grow into a strong independent woman who is willing to speak her mind, and tell people just exactly how she feels. I’m proud of her for that, even though she still thinks she’s a doormat. As for my Dad, he dropped out of high school, and has been working hard ever since. Everything I am fortunate to have I owe to him. Because of their hard work my family has become a comfortable middle class family. A middle class family that is looking forward to the help the President Obama is going to give us. I love my parents a lot. Yea, I may not say it enough. Yea, I may act like a brat sometimes (but everyone does, and those that say they don’t are always the brattiest). Yea, we may fight and bicker, but what family doesn’t, what hard working family doesn’t. I don’t hate my parents. How do I know this? Because I know who I am, and I know how I feel best, no one else. Without my parents I wouldn’t be here. All I think about is if I make them proud. And I hope that one day I will, if they haven’t given up on me all together.