Lexi's Blog

My biggest accomplishment this year i think is just making a successful switch from one school to another. At first when I came here, I didn’t think it would be very easy for me to make any friends or be involved with any people at all, but when i came here, everything changed and I was doing very well with my grades and my friends and pretty much everything.

My proudest middle school memory is when I tried out for cheerleading for 3 days and when I made the team. I was very excited to think that out of about 40 girls that tried out, and only 17 could make it, I was one of them. That made me so happy that I almost screamed! When I got home, I called all of my friends and told them and my mom. To me, that was my favorite middle school memory because i was proud of myself for doing someting that i worked very hard for.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

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This poem is talking about how he lost his dreams afte rsomething happened to him. unfortunatly i can relate to the loss of a dream that i one had, but i think its good to be able to relate to poems so that you can understand it better. and even if you havent had an experience like that, somethimes you xcan relate to someone ELSE who has.

Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer’s retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.

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I honestly thought that this was a very depressing poem that deals with the loss of love and unhappiness. sometimes i can relate to the unhappiness part, but not really the loss of love. i do believe i am too young to ACTUALLY love someone. after all, i am only a teenager!:)

Bringing Up The Bones
By Lara M. Zeises

A girl named Bridget has just suffered the loss of her boyfriend, Benji, and you couldn’t say that she’s dealing with it very well. Bridget is depressed and doesn’t want to talk to anybody or go anywhere anymore, he died 9 months ago but she just can’t seem to let it go. Everyone is telling her that it’s okay but she’s convinced that it’s really not because he’s not coming back.
Her friend Ellie is doing her best to cheer her up but there’s really nothing she can do. So Ellie’s last resort is to invite Bridget to a party, hoping that she’ll come. Surprisingly out of the blue, Bridget accepts the invitation. During all attempts to leave, Bridget decides to stand in the corner until Ellie is done partying, but when she just can’t take enough of it, she goes out to the porch for a smoke. Outside, she sees a guy –Jasper-sitting on the steps. They start talking and decide to meet again. Little does she know that they will eventually become more than friends.
Jasper and Bridget start dating for a few months and Jasper eventually helps Bridget heal with the loss of Benji. She also finds out that Benji and Ellie were dating on the side at the same time Bridge was. That there ended the relationship with Ellie and Bridget, but it also helped Bridget forget the last of Benji. So in a way it helped and another way, it didn’t.
In the end, Bridget feels a little bit better about herself and realizes that she just can’t hold on to Benji forever . She also finds that she was always just acting as what she thought Benji would like and what would please other people, but later in the story she realizes, she’s never actually been acting the way she wanted or pleasing herself.
I feel like this is a great book and I do recommend it to the people reading in the young adult section. I also feel like I can relate to her because when I lost someone I loved, it took my for what feels like forever to get over it and I feel like I do things just to please other people sometimes instead of doing things that make me happy. So, overall, I feel like this is a great book but I do caution you that there are a couple inappropriate scenes in it and a little bit of foul language.
Thanks for Reading!

i have to go to the bathroom…my bladder is overflowing….it hurts. i dont think this is good for my kidneys.

Mommy Dearest
By Lexi Friend
Your long, painted fingers
Click the mouse as you sit
And stare at the screen ahead
Like a deer in the headlights of a car,
You search the web for new information.
Your hair-a frizzy mess,
But you don’t care because you’re
Doing the one thing you love:
Cooking yourself some food
For the seventh time today
Oh how I hope you don’t get fat!
Don’t pay attention to your kids
Just keep on doing what your doing,
Its’ okay! I’ll fix the lamp that broke!
Ill wipe up the iced tea that you spilled!
What I’d like to say is Happy Mother’s Day!
I Love You Mommy Dearest!

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory

As he defeated–dying–
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

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REFLECTION:
I think this author feels like she is set free by love because whenever she sees her love,
she thinks she has nothing to worry about and everything is okay.