Blog 6

Middle school is the three worst years of anyone's life. Little Ally would know. Being smaller than everyone else, she was often picked upon in elementary school. But now entering the sixth grade, she knew it was about to get a lot worse. Sure enough, within the first week, Ally was pushed around, knocked into the wall, people made fun of her, and they made her utterly miserable. Even though people made fun of her and tried to hurt her, Ally did her best to not let her break her. Ally had a lot of friends, and she was generally liked, so it always confused her why people made fun of her. Her best friend Kristina said it was because she was so small and pretty. And it was true. Not a day went by without someone commenting on how nice she looked. Kristina and Ally were both made fun of. Everyone in middle school is stupid and perverted; with that being said, they were both made fun of for their large chest sizes compared to the rest of their bodies. While Kristina was tall and flat, Ally was short, and not so flat. So people often used that as another term of harassment. Ally and Kristina were in it together. That is, until the day Ally found out that the whole bullying business had in fact been started up by the one person she trusted the most. Yes, Kristina was the one who poisoned the water hole. Kristina started rumors about Ally, and made fun of Ally's size behind her back, then pretended she didn't know anything about the bullying. Ally was devastated. This was her best friend. Someone she had confided all her secrets in. Someone who knew more about her than she knew about herself. After confronting Kristina, and throwing hurtful words at each other, their friendship ended; and Ally never told anyone her secrets, nor confided with anyone about any little thing for the rest of her teenage years.

Blog 5

I was just walking on the beach. Listening to the sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore. The salty smell wafts with the breeze's help. The seagull's cries echo in the empty beach. The sun is going to rise any minute now. I'm so alone outside. The people who own such beautiful houses on this beach don't even appreciate the beauty of the place they have chosen to build a home. They built pools in their backyards! The beach is their backyard! Shaking my head, I turn to the East and watch as the sun begins to ascend to the sky. A bright, yet warm golden light fills the horizon. I stare at it. I feel so disconnected from reality. This is too surreal. The air is so warm, and the light is so bright; I wonder if this is the "white light at the end of the tunnel" feeling people get when they die. Am I really feeling this? Could I possibly be experiencing such an experience even though I'm not dead? With a blinding flash, everything turns white. After what feels like a lifetime, the light fades. Everything comes into focus. I'm laying on the sand, staring at the blue sky. I feel the sane, all grainy, underneath my body. Out of the corner of my eye, a little seagull eyes me warily. I sit up, and the sun is at a 45 degree angle in the sky. I look around bewildered. What just happened? I'm not really sure. I get up and brush myself off, and continue to walk down the shoreline, wondering where I'll end up.

Blog entry 4

Eric Sanders. I will never forget that name. He was my first friend when I moved to Florida. We were in the same class from first to third grade. He was a sweet little kid, with blonde shaggy hair and stunning blue eyes. We were both six years old and starting the first day of first grade. He was the only person to willingly sit with me. He liked my Pokemon backpack and wanted to discuss strategies for leveling up. Everyone in the class thought we were weird, but we didn't care. Every day we sat next to each other and talked about tv shows we watched. We ate lunch together everyday and played mission impossible together at recess. Then one day, in the middle of the year, we met Mackenzie Brown. She was taller than both of us, had blonder hair than Eric and had slightly lighter shade of brown eyes than I did. We hit it off really well. She brought us all types of excitement, including cool snacks for lunch, and new games to play at recess. We were like the three musketeers; the three best friends that anybody could have. By the time we got into second grade, it seemed all the girls had started to get crushes, myself and Mackenzie included; and the boys thought we all had cooties. The bond between Mackenzie and I grew closer than ever before, and by the middle of the semester, I finally admitted my crush for our male best friend. Naturally, she showed nothing but excitement and joy. She wanted to tell him, but me being the shy and reserved type, held her back and made her swear not to tell. It went on like that for a few months, her trying to hint that I liked him, and he with his anti-girl antics; although we were allowed to hug him because it was the best friend code, whereas no other girls could get near him. I will never forget the day my heart was broken. I had walked into the classroom and as far as I could tell it was going to be a great day. That is, until Eric and Mackenzie both ran up excitedly towards me with big news.
Eric whispered excitedly to my left ear: "Alex! Me and Mackenzie kissed yesterday at after care! Don't tell anybody!"

I looked at him with utter shock and yelled, "what?!"

Mackenzie scowled at me and said, "Shhh! Don't say anything! Or people will make fun of us."
That was the day I lost my two best friends to each other.

Blog Entry 3

Ally had always been a shy and conscious girl. She never spoke out of turn or talked back to her parents, she always had manners, and always stayed home to study. She was taught to believe that the world was a dangerous place. That there are crooks at every corner, all the teenagers do drugs, and anyone not using correct grammar was really the devil. Little Ally grew up on that philosophy most of her life. She continued to be a good girl until she turned 17 and began college.

Ally was so overwhelmed with all the freedom she had. No parents to tell her what to do, no set curfew; she was free. For the first four weeks, Ally hung around the school campus, making friends, going out to the movies, and doing her homework. Then week five hit; it was the craziest week of her life. Every single day, Ally was taken by her friends to their rooms, had her clothes taken and make up done, and had foreign outfits put on. She was then driven to a different club every night, and she had to admit, she loved it. She loved the party scene, and dancing with her friends, and meeting cute boys. After a particular friday night, Ally had an epiphany. Her mother had been wrong. Not all teenagers did drugs. Not every person she met out on the street was a crook, and certainly there was bad grammar everywhere, but that didn't make students the spawn of Satan. Elated, Ally began to re-evaluate everything her mother had ever told her to see what else she was wrong about. It was the longest saturday morning of her life, and when she was done, she came out feeling enlightened and triumphant.

Blog 2

When I was six years old, my parents took me to Disney World. I had always watched the TV commercials about it, but never dreamed I would be able to go. And then one day, out of the blue, my dad woke me up at three in the morning, put me in the car, and started to drive. I passed out on most of the trip, and when I woke up, I was in a stroller, looking up at Cinderella's castle. I never squealed so much in my life. Right in front of the castle, was the mouse himself, Mickey. I remember, I jumped out of my stroller and ran to him so fast, my parents didn't even know I was gone; I got spanked for that later. But I was too excited to care about stranger danger. I remember that hug so well. He lifted me off my seat and twirled me around in a giant circle

I remember the day I turned 13. It was such an amazing day. I had been waiting my entire life to be 13, so I could finally be labeled by society as a teenager. I remember being so proud. I started walking with a strut in my step, and my head held high. I felt so classy and mature. I started to talk with a more authorative tone, and I started to boss my little brother more than usual. I was so happy to be a teenager; I felt like I crossed a major stepping stone in my life. I would be able to be more trusted, have more responsibilities, go out more, and have more fun. Even though I wouldn't be able to get away with things as much as I used to, I didn't care. I was practically an adult. That first day to teenage-dom, I walked to the playground all by myself without my parents. I was on top of the world.

Blog Entry 1

In Okri's short story, the Omovo has a close knit relationship with his father. He looks up to him, and views him as a protective figure, and wise. However, after experiencing the cruelty, and murder of a mysterious woman who was helping children, the boy tries to warn his father of the three soldiers who had killed her. Instead all his father says was to thank the men from bringing him home. In his eyes, he could see this as a sign of betrayal which causes mistrust between son and father.

In the show my So Called Life, the same idea is presented. After witnessing her father talking to a younger woman, his daughter feels betrayal from him and refuses to have anything to do with him if she can help it. She ignores, and disobeys him, trying desperately to catch him doing something wrong so she can fully hate him without feeling confused as to why. This leads to tension in the family.

As both characters grow up, they experience situations thats leads them to distrust and cause tension between them and their fathers. In show's coming of age adolescence because being young and vulnerable, all children look up to their parents for guidance and protection. However, at some point in their lives, something will occur to cause tension between such relationships.

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Salutations simple and complex life forms.