The Snowflake Battle. And Hitler

I step out once again into the cold air
My snow-covered car is still there
I feel like like taking a trip, just for fun
I've been a good girl i deserve at least one
My foot prints get deeper as i walk
The sun is gone, it didn't wanna talk
I walk and i walk straight into a thought
the snow, the joy, the holidays, the bliss
the wind blowing on my cheek, a happy sweet kiss
Wouldn't it be great if the snow lasted all year?
The ice skaters, and snowboarders would have nothing to fear
The snowmen would be dancing around
singing of the new hats they've found
Jenny would bring all the jolly happy snowmen to life
while Clara would try to slit their throats with a knife
My friends would surround me all year long in gloves, hats, and glee
We would watch T.V. drinking hot cocoa and tea
Life would be merry if it was always winter
but OH NO! I've walked so far i think i see Hitler!

Thnx for a Classmate ♥

I like my Am. Lit. classmates. That class is full of amazing, wonderful, and different people. This blog however is dedicated to Clear Towers aka Clara Torres. She and i share a lot of the same views, even though i can't speak as fast as she, for she is in Debate, and can pound me. Clara is smart and deep as well. Clara is my locker-buddy. Torres is not a vampire (no matter what Mr. McCarthy thinks), if she were I'd be one too, by now. Clarita is sweet even though she is evil. Clara is AMAZING. This girlie is not girlie, she is Clara Torres [Mexican accent and rolling of the Rrrs].

P.S→ Tony, Serina, Maggi, Anna, Amy, and JiaJia are WOW-tastic←

I am a Plow [story]

plow [plou]

–noun1. an agricultural implement used for cutting, lifting, turning over, and partly pulverizing soil.

I am a  plow, surrounded by cows, i mess around with soil all the time. Soil is my BFF, we chill, even through, in a good fight, i always win. I am a plow, i help Old McDonald on his farm, with the crops. I am a plow, I'm dragged along Soil by a tractor. The Tractor, that mean old thing, feels that i don't deserve a break and just pulls me along anywhere it wants me to go. The Tractor is the reason why i get into fights with Soil, it makes me pulverize Soil. I am a plow, being dragged around by Tractor, the sometimes-friends of Soil, and the helper of Old McDonald. I am a Plow.

Modern Day Slavery..!

There has been slavery for as long as there has been an Earth. People have always used others, whether it be for economical purposes or for personal reasons. Slavery also exists in modern day, although it is not that known. There is slavery used many places in the world. People who are rich, or just have more power (or think they do), take advantage of the lesser powered people. Kids are slaves, sexual and laboral. In Canada there are sex trades, kids millions of them are a part of them, as well as teens. Those are just a few examples of slavery today.

Puritans, Puritans, Puritans, Oh My!

Puritans, are very religious, they believe in God, and follow his 'teachings' very seriously. The Puritan religion is very popular, books have been written about it, such as The Crucible. This book talks about Salem and the with trials, and how many people were thought to be witches just because others thought they were weird. Most of the people that were accused were single or widowed women, maybe a few men who had land others coveted.

Another book written which involves Puritan beliefs, is a book by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Hawthorne was born in Salem, Massachusetts in 1804. One was one of three judges during the witch trials. Having a leg injury, Hawthorne spent most of the time alone and reading (why he's such a good writer). His dad died, and his family had to support themselves. Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote The Scarlet Letter in 1850. This book is about a women who is forced to wear the scarlet letter A on her chest as a sign that she was an adulterer.

Today, there are many people like that (very religious that is), some of them are even related to me. Some, not all, go around telling everyone about what they believe and they think others should think as well as they. Many a time, have some of my relatives come to visit us just to try and convert us to their religion. I'm all for people who express what they believe, i just don't think they should have to try to change other people's mind. :>

The Moment I realized I was an American...

I actually always reaize i'm an American. I often forget, what with my Mexican roots and all, but there are days, where i literally stop what i'm doing and think. I think about everything i have, and who i have it with. Family, a house, friends, a great country (make that two great countries). I think that an American has all of that and more, and so do I. I an thankful, even though i occasionally forget, or decide not to think about it to much.

P.S= I realize i may sound like a hypocrite, or that I'm just contracdicting myself, but I would like to leave you with a question, What IS an American? Who can define what an American is? Who are we to judge who WE are? We each are what we want to be, we define what we are, and what we think. Viva America!

Conflicting Much?

I find that this is a very broad subject to talk about. There are so many conflicts that happen between so many people or groups of people, but OK here we go. Well, ACTUALLY,  I don't want to sit here and go on and on about some friendship that was ruined because someone talked trash about another someone, nor do i want to talk about a more serious topic such as divorce (where we definitely know that the relationship was ruined). So, how about we go with a more personal topic, and it goes a little something like this:

I'm sure you guys know that Mexicans and PuertoRicans don't really get along too much (i don't know why) (actually i do, but let's not take sides). Well years ago, when i lived in Humbolt Park (yeaaa!) i had many purto rican friends, among them my very best friend, her name was Janira. She and I knew each other since third grade, we went waaay back. I had gone to her house countless times and her to mine, we were young, and her mom really like me and my parents liked her. So years later in like fifth grade, she asks me "What part of PuertoRico are you from?" and I'm like "whaat?" with this dumbfounded look on my face. How could she not know I'm Mexican?

Looking back i realize that we never really went into our ethnic background. We never talked about how i eat Tacos when she eats Arroz Con Gandules. It never occurred to me, that by telling i was Mexican, i ruined our whole relationship. Like i said her mom and my parents got along, so they knew that we were Mexicans and they were Puerto Rican, but Janira didn't. She stopped talking to me.

I confronted her later and i asked why she hadn't talked to me in a while, and she straight up told me that it was because 'according to 'society' we can't get along'.  It must have been very conflicting in her mind. I got angry, i told my parents and they were like 'oh well, you'll find another best friend'. I can't believe that i had been BFFs with her, i realize now, that if i hadn't moved to the south side and she hadn't moved to Puerto Rico, that we would have had more conflicts than just our race.

P.S. I miss her. ♥ even if she didn't like me after, she once did. :p