Mother of Pearl

Author’s note: We had to write about a word from one of the people’s word list at our reading tables. I decided on the word Mom because it’s easy to write about for me.

When you’re a teenager you either love your mom, hate her, or just ignore her. It all depends on your situation. Last year I never told my mom anything an ignored her. Now I regret that time I missed with her. I thought I was “to cool.” In reality I was just being a brat to her; to get what I want. This year my Mom has helped me get through so many issues. She’s my rock. The one I can always lean on.

Sometimes girls are afraid to share things with their mom. Afraid of what they might think; think they might hate them. If you really think about it they were all there too. All teenagers trying to figure everything out. Just give it a chance, your Mom is probably the one who will help you through all of it too.

The Symbols of the Lottery

Author’s note: This fine day I am writing a response to the short story “The Lottery.” I’m writing about the symbolism of the black box.

            When I think of the lottery I think cash and being lucky. For the people in the short story “The Lottery.” It was the exact opposite. People gathered from all through the land to witness the lottery. “When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called, "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool, and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?" there was a hesitation before two men, Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.” The box symbolized death and sorrow. No one even wanted to be by it. As you can see above; the lottery of this town is something you didn’t want to win.

One Less Lonely Key

Hello my name is Key J and I am a key on the key board of the one and only Justin Bieber. I loved him for so long. His music lifted my heart and filled my soul. I got butterflies whenever he hit me. I think he was trying to flirt with me. It always happened that he used me. I felt the most special key in the board. Till one day; he stopped using me. He used the S key which I figured out stood for Selena Gomez I was furious!

            After a while I guess he got bored and tried to come back to me. My response, “Stop don’t touch me there. That is my no-no square.” I had become very sensitive to him now. It will never be the same relationship it used to. I will never be the same key again.

Big Yellow Taxi and Field Below

      The music and the tone are completely different for the "Big Yellow Taxi" lyrics and song. The song lyrics seemed all depressing but the tone of the song was all happy. I think that's because they wanted the song to seem good but to have a deeper meaning. The song "Field Below"  had a sad tone and a sad mood. It talked about loss plus the song had a slow melody so it made it seem way more sad.

Mullets

Billy Ray Cyrus had a mullet,
people got mad and hit Hannah Montana with a bullet.
Her long blonde hair had to go,
people buried her in the snow.
and took all of her dough.

The Climb

      The poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes is an inspiration poem. It's told throughout the perspective of the Mother to her son. Personally my Mom is one of my inspirations so it would be easy to write about her. So if he he talking throughout his mom in the poem she obviously means a lot to him because she inspires him. One sentence that really nabbed my attention was, "For I'se still goin', honey,I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair." Personally I liked it because it was talking about lifes struggles and its just going to get harder as it goes on. I know that's not what you want to hear but it is; you just have to keep going. "Life's a climb, but the view is great." Hannah Montana the Movie.

The Scars

        There are events in life that change you forever. Some make you a better person, others can make you change the way you look at the world, and others can scar you for life. Melinda Sordino had a scarring moment that changed the way she looked at the world and would eventually make her a stronger person. Her whole rest of her life she will always have her scars, scars that define her, scars that tell her story. Every scar has a story; some are deeper than others though.

            How the scarring began.It was a hot summer night the last few weeks before school started. It was a typical high school party loud music and underage drinking. Melinda, a typical freshman girl overwhelmed by the scene, just wants to be popular and fit in. Like everyone else she drinks and drinks and drinks. She gets drunk; then comes a drunken teenage guy which makes him even more sex-crazed than usual. He wants her and he takes her to be alone then it leads to rape. She doesn’t know what to do, she’s frightened and confused. Melinda calls the cops and her social life, self-esteem, and friend numbers all goes down from that one event in life.

            The effects of the scar? Day one of high school on the bus: “As they walk down the aisle, people who were my middle-school lab partners or gym buddies glare at me. I close my eyes. This is what I’ve been dreading. As we leave the last stop, I am the only person sitting alone”  (3).  How would you like it if no one liked you? Even your parents didn’t like to be with you? They fought all the time and they wouldn’t be together if it weren’t for you? Would you cry yourself to sleep every night? Or something more fatal such as committing suicide?

            People can be affected for a long time because of sexually assaults. Recently I went on the Oprah website to look for stories. I read one about Gregg and April Milligan, a pair of siblings who were assaulted by their mother and random men for over several years. It made me sick to think about it was their mother the person who was supposed to love them. Who was supposed to be there for them no matter what? Not to sell her kids off like they are on Ebay. It took him over 20 years to finally start getting his life in check. That meant starting therapy --  he did that for around 5 years. I bet that put a big dent in his pocket. But eventually he had a happy marriage and a son. He blocked out his past and made an effort to become a new person. 

            Eventually everyone will have a defining moment in their life not always assault. Everyone has their own kind of scars, some more proud than others. But they make us who we are all unique in our own ways. Sometimes they aren’t always external scars, some are to the heart, and those are the ones I believe hurt the most.