To my 25 year old self

Dear 25 year old me,

I am writing to you now from June 2nd, 2011, just wanting to ask a few questions. Yes, I know that I won't be able to hear the response you give me, but it'll be fun asking myself a question, without truly knowing the answer. 

Question one: What school did you finally chose to go to? And did you actually major in architecture?
Question two: Are you happy now? What's life like in the future? Did we blow up in 2012? Well I guess you did, you couldn't answer this.
Question three: Well this isn't really a question, but a comment on life. If you ever did find happiness in this strange life I started for you, and if so, what is it? Well I guess it is a question now, isn't it?

Well you (really me I guess) are probably laughing at the strangeness of this letter.

Your 14 year old self,
Samantha
      

Raymonds Run: Thesis

Squeaky has always protected her brother, now she'll be there to teach her brother in the short story "Raymonds Run".

Raymonds Run: Gretchen

I see Squeaky and I want to barf. She has that stupid look her face that says: I'm always going to better than you, no matter how much you try. And her brother seems to be oblivious to everything I tell her, so I start making fun of him right to her face, and that seems to make her the maddest.  

If I Only Had One Year to Live

To be honest, I truly don't know what I would do with my life if I only had one year left to live. I guess I would live it to the fullest and right all that I have done wrong. Now I know that sounds corny and all but it makes a lot of sense and would be the most sensible thing to do. 

Spring Break

Why is Spring Break over? This thought will not stop ragging through my head, because I had the best spring break ever. I know every time a new spring break comes around, you think that I'll declare that the best spring break ever, but this spring break was and is the GREATEST spring break of all time. On Saturday I looked on to the break knowing that it won't be any different than another break, but man was I wrong. I got in the car on my way to my aunts house to celebrate Easter with her, because I was told she'd be out of the state. Now my aunt's house is close to the airport anyway so when we got close, I thought nothing of it. But when we pulled into the airport I questioned my parents and found out we were going to Florida. 

Going Down in History

In the far future, anyone can only wish that they'll go down in history. I personally don't think I'll go down in history, but other people in this school, I can easily be famous. This school year in general, will just be like every other school year in my life; it won't be too important.

Civil War: Reflection

I actually really didn't like any of it, because of the note taking. Most of the notes I took were irrelevant to the story, because too many of the notes were unimportant to the story.

Civil War: Free Write 2

Up ahead lies a river, and I never been this happy to see ANY river. This was the breaking point from here to the North. If I crossed this, people would be able to help me! Freedom! What a wonderful word I could finally say without being whipped! I let out a heavy sigh and almost screamed; but if I screamed on this side I could and would get caught.

As I near the water, I hear the sound of underbrush moving. I take no notice to this its probably just an animal I think to myself. But as step into the water, I turn around, noticing a louder noise and...

I won't spoil the end, 'cuz ya.

Civil War: Free Write

I don't know how I got here, but I know it isn't good. I stand in front of a jury, an all white jury, for running away. My body shakes with fear, and I can't think about anything but death. Death. Death. Death. Repeats in my head over and over again. How could I have been so stupid as to believe I could run away? Micheal was somewhere else, most likely dead, and it was my fault. Oh dear lord forgive me for what I have done. My life was over and I never meant to kill anyone, certainly not the man I loved. That was the first time I have ever admitted that I love Micheal, and now he would never know.

"Please rise" the officer states to the court room as the judge walks in.

I rise cautiously, but I know if I don't I will punished even more.

"You are standing here today to discover your punishment of running away" barks the judge in my direction while I try to hold back tears.

"Do you wish to defend yourself" asked the judge in a mocking voice.

I nod my head and a "Yes" escaped my mouth.

The judge gives me a questionable look as if taken aback from actually answering.

Dialogue

"What do you mean, run away?!" Micheal yells louder than I've ever heard him yell.


"You know exactly what I mean!" I exclaim "You above all people said we should run away!"

"But I never meant for you to take it seriously!" he's almost shaking now.

"Micheal you're my best friend! We've always been together!"

"But running away will get us killed!" quieter now "I couldn't bare to watch you get hurt..."

This takes me aback. Micheal and I have always been best friends, and truth be told I couldn't live knowing he would even remotely get hurt.

Civil War Women: Reaction

Women we're a big part of Civil War, both in the hospital and on the battle field. Hundreds of women fought for both sides. Spies would be the most common though. They would bring messages through hollowed out eggs or anything else non-suspicious and they would be everywhere. 

Stream of Consciousness

I am afraid. Afraid of what's to come and what's happening. My master is going to find out I ran away when the day breaks. I will be hunted down, and killed if I'm found. The only thing that brings me hope is the fact that I could someday have a life, a family, but most of all...freedom. I have been a slave for my whole life, born days before my parents arrived here in this horrible place. But just then I am ripped away from my thoughts, as I notice the sun fighting its way above the horizon. Panic races through me, I try to think how far away I am from the plantation, but I can't. Fear is overpowering, so over-whelming, I cannot think straight. But just then, I feel tired, exhausted. All the running is finally catching up to me. 

Civil War

The name of my character will be Rena, and she'll be escaping from her plantation. She'll be a slave in the south, in Alabama. These are the only ideas I have right now.

Free Will

Being in the United States of America, we take rights people fought for us, for advantage. In the Revolutionary War, countless people lost their lives just so we could be free. And now we're wasting it, throwing away years of wars and civil rights movements just like that. Everyone in the world deserves free will, but life isn't always that fair. People are complaining that our free will is being taken away, but truth be told, we're just being stubborn. We have much more free will compared to people in Libya, and the Middle East, so whats happening here, it's magnified by 10 everywhere else. My only comment to the people of our nation is "Stop, and think, just think, for a moment, what free will actually is, and be grateful."  

New York Times: Reaction

I read a story about the death of 79 actress, Elizabeth Taylor. It describes this famous actress with great pride as if they knew her personally. She began her acting career at the age of 9. So that leaves her with 50 films in 7 decades.

This story moved me, but only because it was someone who died. She died early today (3/23/11) at 1:28 am pacific time. I think I would have been more moved if I had lived during the time of the movies she filmed.

Equality

What if we were all equal? Would it be great or immensely boring? If you were as equal as me and you robbed a bank and I saved a life, would there be problems in life? Or would life be peaceful? These are the thoughts that I think of when I think a world were everybody was equal. Life would be either exceptionally perfect or horrible.

If I Had a Power

To time travel and to read minds have always been a fantasy of mine. But now I'm going to take the time to see the differences. If I could read minds I could see what people really thought of me, but if I could time travel I could re-live and re-do things I did in the past.


First things first, to read someones mind would be awesome! I could really understand what was going on in peoples mind and their real opinions. But what if I didn't like what they were thinking, what if the lies they told me made me happy? Because ignorance is bliss.

Next would be to time travel. Time traveling would be like the ultimate freedom squared, maybe even more. I could fix what I messed up, and re-live great parts of my life, just like a replay button. What if I went back and saw the Great Pyramids of Giza being built? But what if I messed them up? What if I saw a moment in my life, it wasn't special anymore? Maybe time traveling wouldn't be that great.

Maybe having powers wouldn't be so great. If I were offered a super power of my choice would I decline? I think I would. Being as myself is fine for me....right now...I think.