Nicknames I was given

Dany, given to me in kindergarten the first time because my best friend could say my name. Dany the second time in 3rd because, I don't know why, I 'played' basketball, and that's just what the coach called me. Until I got into trouble for putting that on my paper and she yelled at me for being lazy, she also yelled at me for making a face, when I was not doing so. Then I stuck with Danielle for a while until the fun time in 6th grade when my best fried who first called me Dany, decided my name was imbecile she doesn't even know why today. Then for some odd, odd reason the class clown would call me Danil (Danul) but it was just a few people who called me that. Then back to Danielle for a long while until, this year where a few of my friends and teachers started call me Dany or Dani again.

I write because.....

I write because, I don't know. I write because I'm really just too stressed. I write because I can't think. I write because I can think. I write because I'm board. I write because I'm frustrated. I write because I because I don't know what else to do. I write because I don't know what is going to happen. I write because I think too much. I write because I'm worried. I write because I don't want to think that my house may just fall down one day. I write because it distracts me. I write because I can actually  know whats going to happen next. I'm writing this to distract myself from the AP Stats test I have today, and even though if I fail that is all that happens, though I don't want to fail, because if I pass I could get collage money, I hope at least. I write because I know that if I don't get scholar ships I might just live in a box. I write because I'm really, really, really STRESSED!!! I write because I know that no one else will judge me for it. I write because I really enjoy it. I write because I need to pass. I write because I'm inspired. I write because I'm uninspired. I write because I need motivation. I write because I upset. I write because I'm happy :). I write because anything that CAN  go wrong WILL go wrong. I write because it helps me think, not just about whatever I'm writing, but about everything else.

The last email.

   Well this maybe the last email towards you. (not saying that I wont message you) just that this is the last assigned email to you. So to the end of this year I tried out for lassies and made it, it's like a marching band. Our school is almost done for this semester. I'm not doing any thing over the summer. I'll try to keep touch.
   It's not long, but its pretty much to the point, and that it is how I feel now its the end of the year. 

MSU at Parkview

     This past class was very interesting! One of our two MSU students was Jasmine and my mind has forgotten the other ones name. We talked about school and how their school was set up, Jasmine said she went to school from 8 ish to 10:30 and the other (hate saying that but I can't remember her name), said she started at 8 ish to 11:30 I think. We talked about how we have 7 classes in two days and they have 14 classes everyday. When we toured around the school us (Joshua, Griffin and I) showed them the old upstairs where the culinary room, debate room, and the child care rooms are.  I know that Jasmine chose the only smiling face and the other one chose the sunset photo. Jasmine chose the smiling photo because he was the only happy face and she thought it was just so cute, the other one said she chose the sunset photo because it was just very interesting. \
      The one who has name has slipped my mind was interested to here about the science team . 
    

Chinese Counterpart

Hello, hello!  Along with this assignment to send writing to our Chinese counterparts. I believe I have gained two new friends, there names are Daisy and Anne and both are very lovely people. In my replying letter I asked if they had another platform that they preferred to chat on, and both said that they liked WeChat, so Tuesday this week I chatted with Daisy, and early Wednesday morning. This has been a very cool experience and I am glad that got to take this class. Of course the fact that we are 13hr behind does put a damper on the times we can speak to each other without disturbing our sleeping hours. Both of my counterparts, are some of the nicest people I have met, even though there English is a little bad, I understand basically what they are saying. Daisy sent me pictures Saturday of some of the flowers blooming there and she was very excited about the kites being flown. I sent her a photo of me when I was maybe in fifth grade (I think) my grandparents took my cousins  and I to Arkansas Hot Springs I think, and I held an alligator baby ( with its mouth taped) and Daisy called me a ‘Very brave girl.’ We also talked about music we liked and I looked up one of her favorite songs and she told me <<Growl>> by EXO I listened to it and I really had no clue what was being said, but it sounded cool ,to me atleast.

I have trouble picking a favorite book or favorite anything really. Really anything I read has something to do with it being dark. The old Grimm Brothers stories about children being brought roughly into this mean world. The story by then I really like is called ‘The Rose’ It’s about a young child who goes out into the woods to collect firewood by himself, and is told not to accept help, and one day the child they do, and then the twist of the story happens, I won't give it away, but it’s worth a good read, its just a few paragraphs long. In my opinion older books are a little better than newer, to me there’s just something that’s missing in the new age books. Then again, I don’t read much, and I’ve really only read old books. Most kids in my English 1 class were bored by “to Kill q Mocking Bird.” but I loved it, even as just a freshman in high school. That, and then when I read “The Great Gatsby”  I don’t think when I was a freshman I understood it as much as I do now reading it again, but I do remember that I enjoyed it. Now that I’m slightly more grown up, I understand it better, instead of being a little upset by Daisy’s “I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool”  I can tell you that I was a little bit disturbed when I read this the first time but now that I am a whole two years older I think its in great correlation with the very first important quote in the book “Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”  This quote may be one of the more important quotes that I have ever read. It really means a lot to me and it should as it sets the tone for the whole story and why things are being done. You can’t judge someone until you know where they came from and what they had to do to get where they are. I think that’s why I like older books, they mostly have a moral to teach at the end for you to guide your life by. For the few books that I have read that are written in present day, have taught me nothing, nothing to form my life on. I’ll admit some new books have meanings to them, I'm sure, as some of the older books have lacked meaning, and I’m sure that I have just had meaning fly over my head on some days. But, I will not reject my statement about older books holding a sort of charm to them, I don’t know if it’s the language they use or the tone they are written in or what, but if you read one, you’ll possibly see the same thing. Though, sometimes older books use more of the pages to tell what has just happened, or what happened to cause what the book is based on, that also could be the reason I like them better, just the format, and the way things are described.

The clock

     High on the wall the normal looking deep black and pure white clock sets high above the rest of the furnishings in the great plain room. The sound it makes is relaxing as much as it is irritating, tick, tock, tick ,tock. The hands of the black and white face are set with the long hour hand on the number 2, as the short minute hand rests on the 12. 2 o'clock, afternoon or morning, witch was it?

     The great big room fills with the warmth of light and the sound of waves crashing upon a golden shore.  A small gust of wind cools the room and brings in the fresh air while chasing to old away. Sounds of laughter faded the tick tock of the clock away, the room was at peace. Then, the laughter was gone and the sound of the clock came back, but slightly more there this time. Tick, Tock Tick Tock. Sweeping away the feeling the room had and replacing it with the same old feeling of the plain empty room. Tick Tock Tick Tock. Now the hands of the clock resting on the 3 and the 12. 

    The plain room fills with the sounds of laughter loud and bellowing out, and the sounds of mumbled music. The colors of balloons and confetti scatter the white floor scattering the feelings of happiness and the joyful sounds of little children.  This brought the feelings of nostalgic happiness and of feeling the everything in the world was going to be okay. 
     Tick Tock Tick Tock. This sound escaping from the clock comes over the sound of laughter and joyful shrieking and loving and hopeful thoughts. These where exchanged with feelings of sadness and the wanting to do more. But yet again the feelings were swept away by the clock, loud and obnoxious the clock chases away good memories and sometimes replacing them with good ones, or maybe bad ones, but will never give back. The ebony and ivory  face never forgives and never gives back. 
       TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
     This time the room does not fill with the sounds of laughter or the feelings of good times, nor does it fill with the warmth of the sun, but this time fills with the cool of night, and the darkness of no moon. The feeling of fear and sadness, but of unknowing sadness. Knowing that the feeling the feeling was of sadness but not why. The sounds of wolfs in the night rung out to replace the sound of the beckoning clock growing louder by the minute. The colors of blues and grays flashed over the room, creating emotions with each color. And just as fast as the colors had started they had finished, and the room was empty and emotionless. Blank, the void of everything. 
   TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
     The room came back to the normal blank room, with a different feeling this time.  That anxious feeling right before a kid goes to bed on Christmas eve, or on the road to their Grandparents house.  If you were to give the room a color, it would be highly pigmented and bright, almost like a  neon box of crayons. This ecstatic emotion excited the room and the clock was silent as the room want through a roller coaster of colors. Reds and oranges and pinks as well as warm purples. The room felt like it was spinning round and round. The colors became  too painful for the human eyes to look at. The feelings changed from ecstatic to something awful. Something the human brains couldn't put a name too, all emotions at once was what it could be described by.
Yet again the ocean came back with its calming woshing of the waves violently crashing on the golden warm sand. The golden like in the sky had fallen down to the horizon as the water was turned crimson red. The feeling of finally being relaxed came back and over took the air making each breath easier as the sun fell allowing the moon to finally have its time in the high set sky.
The clock came back tick- tock- tick tock. This time relaxing and peacefully taking the last breaths of the relaxing breaths away. 
tick tock tick tock.