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September 29, 2007

Is Holden Trustworthy?

Filed under: My Blogs, Uncategorized — swimmer8 @ 9:45 pm

I believe that Holden has a love-hate relationship with trust. Occasionally he is very trustworthy and tells the truth exactly how it is, but a lot of the time he lies and hides the real truth. In Catcher in the Rye Holden says two different things that portray the different sides of his trust. When he is referring to what his parents would say when he tells them about getting kicked out of boarding school is, “Well…they’ll be pretty irritated about it.” This to me, seems to like he is only half telling the truth or holding part of it back to hide himself from more shame. If I had gotten kicked out of school for the fourth time, I know that my parents wouldn’t just be irritated, they’d be furious. Also, it doesn’t seem like Holden has a great relationship with his parents and he probably doesn’t want to think about how they will react to his news. Holden later goes on to say, “I shake my head quite a lot. ‘Boy!’ I said. I also say ‘Boy!’ quite a lot. Partly because I have a lousy vocabulary and partly because I act quite young for my age sometimes. I was sixteen then, and I’m seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I am about thirteen.” When Holden says this, I think he is being trustworthy in his description of his character. From what I’ve read so far, Holden acts very young and is sarcastic. Here, I don’t think he is being sarcastic and is judging himself correctly, therefore being trustworthy.

Thoughts?

Filed under: My Blogs, Uncategorized — swimmer8 @ 8:58 pm

Pictures are worth a thousand words,

But aren’t the words deeper?

If you get one thing and you expect another,

Aren’t you extremely disappointed?

If you learn a secret you’ve been dying to know,

Doesn’t it not seem worth the effort?

Isn’t the truth harmful,

But always worth the pain?

Loving can’t be stopped,

But can too much be a bad thing?

Gossip reveals hurtful news,

But isn’t talking just the same?

Life is full of endless wonders to search for,

But isn’t it better to wait for the perfect moment?

Stories can be passed down from generation to generation,

But don’t the generations make the individual stories?

Songs all have different motives,

But what if they aren’t the truth?

Many people hide behind thick masks,

But what’s the point of uncovering them if they don’t want to be seen?

Life is full of waiting and wishing,

But what else is there to do if nothing seems meaningful?

People have tough shells,

But shouldn’t you treat them with care before you break them?

Words tell many different life stories,

But isn’t LIFE just one word?

September 21, 2007

100 Meter Freestyle at Junior Olympics

Filed under: My Blogs, Uncategorized — swimmer8 @ 11:50 pm

Making my way to the blocks, I see many familiar faces and plenty of new ones too. I am happy to be competing in the faster session at night, but nervous about what the outcome of my race will be. As I left my swim teams’ tent, I felt so many people counting on me to do well. Not only did they want me to succeed for my benefit, but they wanted me to beat my former teammate and friend, Hannah. The pressure was on. Having not done so well in the morning, I was ranked 10th at night. My old teammate was ranked 9thso we would be racing each other head to head. Thinking about everyone who was counting on me made me nervous, yet focused at the same time. My best friend was counting on me to beat my former teammate since she couldn’t do it since she was too old, the parents of kids on my team who knew Hannah wanted me to win based on the fact that she had left the team, my coach wanted me to win so that he could have the satisfaction of knowing that he was coaching correctly even though Hannah had left the team, and I was counting on myself to go fast and my motivation was to beat Hannah. As we step up onto the blocks, Hannah and I wish each other luck, and get prepared for the timer to go off. Diving into the water gave me such a rush and within a few seconds I was beginning to swim freestyle feeling long and strong. Sprinting the first 50 meters, my seven competitors and I come into the wall at the same time. However I am ready for my next 50 meters and feeling better than ever. I keep swim fast and end up coming in first, beating Hannah, and making a new Sectional, a national meet, time. I was more ecstatic than I have ever been before and knowing that my efforts had made everyone else happy, gave me a thrill and I felt immensely proud.

Stress

Filed under: My Blogs, Uncategorized — swimmer8 @ 11:30 pm

Stress is…
A sinking feeling deep in your gut.
A worm crawling and gnawing at the insides of your stomach.
A horrible headache that wakes you in the dead of the night.
A freak-out only solution.
A nasty enemy always returning to attack.
A helpless feeling slithering in the depths of your brain.
An eerie companion that you want to dispose of.
A disease weaving its way through the blood in your body.
Stress becomes…
A cause for some trouble.
A cause for some thinking.
A cause for some planning.
A cause for some dreaming.
A cause for some help.
A cause for a shout.
A cause for some yearning.
A cause for some freedom.
Stress makes you…
Scream in frustration at the simplest thing.
Cry in agony at the load of homework you have.
Wail in despair at an upcoming test.
Harm others at the cause of your misery.
Moan with pain until you can no longer think.
Start a fight with your best friend.
Hate a person so fast you don’t have time to blink.
Become a monster who does horrible things at the expense of your sanity.

September 15, 2007

A Best Friend Always Loves

Filed under: My Blogs, Uncategorized — swimmer8 @ 4:15 pm

A best friend always makes you laugh

makes you smile,

and even makes you cry

once in a little while.

A best friend, gleeful or gloomy,

is always there,

they are never afraid

to show that they care.

A best friend always jokes

and doesn’t stop

until they realize their pokes,

have gone too far.

A best friend always has good ideas

about school, sports, and boys.

She always knows what to get you for your birthday…

little inside joke toys.

A best friend always hits

and gets you really mad.

Until you want to tear them up into bits,

but you always leave them whole.

A best friend always knows

what kind of mood you are in.

If its anger from your head to your toes

or if tears are welling in your eyes.

A best friend always sings

and even if its horrible,

it always brings

a smile to your face.

A best friend always loves.

September 14, 2007

Anger to Apology

Filed under: My Blogs, Uncategorized — swimmer8 @ 12:10 am

Anger 

Breezes through you as quickly as wing through a tunnel.

Sweeps you up off your feet as briskly as a swing.

Beckoning you to surrender to the dark side,

like Satan at the gates of hell.

Hoping you fall weak to the rush,

like a roller coaster plunging into the ground.

Motioning you to have a surge of energy, creating a lashing

like a whip against a back.

Causing you to voice a harsh force

like a fierce general speaking to his army.

Debating consequences arise out of the darkness

like bats flooding into the night sky.

Harming, anguished cries rise out of your loved ones throat

like a wolf baying at a full moon.

Crumpling to the chilly, desolate floor you ponder your outburst.

Too harsh, too loud, too blunt, too harmful.

Apology 

Longing crawls over your body,

like a spider about to catch a juicy bug.

Rushing to find your beloved you struggle and breakdown,

like an ant carrying a load that is too heavy.

Flooding tears of sorrow land around you,

like a light rainstorm just beginning.

Questioning faces crowd your view,

like a swarm of bees around honey.

Parting through the crowd he reaches you,

like a knight in shining armor.

Tensing, you think about the thorough slap you deserve,

like a baseball bats’ blow against a bench.

Abruptly, you are on your feet, making amends with your prince.

Calmly, the world has returned to normal, blending your hearts once again.

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