It’ll only get harder
But that’s okay
When life throws you lemons
Make Lemonade

Maybe bricks will fall
And get in the way
But do what you can
And you’ll find a way

Maybe rain will fall
But thats okay
Grab your umbrella
And have a rain day

Maybe there’s obstacles
Rain, bricks, lemons
But in the end
You’ll have learned a great lesson

I remembered to sit up straight and to talk slowly. This was my chance. This was the moment my fate would be decided. A woman with blonde slicked back platinum blonde hair and bright red lipstick walked in, followed by a man with straggly hair. They nodded to each other and sat down. After a few questions like where are you from, and what’s your name, they asked why I thought I would be qualified for Rolling Stone.

“My dream job would be working here. I believe in music and keeping it alive, and I would love to write for you guys. I worked at a small newspaper before, although that doesn’t fully qualify me, I would work my hardest and build up to your expectations.” With my heart beating fast, she shook her head and said, “We will stay in touch, thank you.”
My hand grasped the cold translucent glass doors, and I walked down a long hallway with pictures of the magazine covers. I slid my way out and felt the sweet fresh air. I leaned against the building and started my way down to a cafe down the street. I read the newspaper, on January 13th, 1971. Nothing interesting.

I drank my coffee and thought about what could be if they accepted me. I decided to walk some more, as the sun was shining just the right way. I kept walking and walking and I eventually found my car. I drove away in my little buggy to my small house. I walked on the creaky floors and plopped on my bed. Then my phone rang.
“Hello?” I got up and grabbed it off the wall.
“Hi, This is Anna Stein from Rolling Stone. We read over your resume. Can you come in to talk about this some more?”
My heart beat accelerated and I said, “Sure, when is good for you?”
We exhanged dates and after I hung up, I screamed and ran back to my bed. Although they just want to talk some more, they showed interest!

To be continued

I am from creaky hardwood floors
From clicking keyboards at night
And from scary stories that kept me up
Im from believing in the shadows
And loud crazy neighbors that kept excitement

Im from singing the popular songs with “club lamb”
And from trying weird foods
Im from dancing and making pacts
And from a mysterious stuffed animal on the fence

Im from slip and slides on hot days
and ants crawling on melting popsicles
Im from the loud concerts in the park
And from two trees overlooking the city below

Im from walking around the neighborhood
And from my fathers tshirts
Im from cow cow and feetsie
And from my bright pink bedroom

They say you’re peaceful, but the rush of laughing teenagers at night proves otherwise
They say you’re family friendly, but under the slide is graffiti paradise
They say you’re protected, but blades are under the sand

The slide glimmers in the hot sun, burning anyone daring to slide
The sand gets kicked up in the air and settles back down
The structure gets stomped all over, leaving energy on the bottom
And the swings squeak with every joyous kick, “Up! Up!”

But after the thin line between day and night passes

The slide glimmers with the illumination of the lamp posts as two talk under it
The sand sets still and untouched
The structure is taken over by teenagers testing the limit
And the swings are pushed by only the wind

I was sitting on my board, looking at the horizon, in the middle of the ocean. The little fish kept brushing against my feet, suspended with nothing to stand on other than my surf board. It was almost five, when I felt a bump. Suddenly I was four feet in the air, then back down to sea again. I breathed and looked around the ocean until I was pulled under.
All I saw was bubbles clouding around me until I felt the scratchy surface of sand. I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, so I opened my mouth and tasted the awful taste of sea water. But to much surprise I could breathe.

I pushed off my feet and launched towards the surface. After constantly swimming upwards I got there. But I could still breathe air as well? I grabbed the go pro off my surf board and headed back down to where I was. I swam along the bottom, seeing colorful corals and frighteningly big fish. I grabbed one of the reefs and floated there, to relax for a minute. I looked at the Go Pro  and took a couple pictures, and then went back to recording. Then I felt a tug at my hair. I turned around to find my long flowy hair in the mouth of a light blue dolphin. I touched its head and it let my hair out of its mouth. I pet it for a little, then got on its back, to see what would happen.

It swam off at full speed, and I held on for my life, if I was even still alive. The dolphin squealed, and then the show began. Colors popped out everywhere. It was amazing. The dolphin stopped short and I flew forward. I laid on the sea floor, and looking up were amazing fish and amazing colors I’ve never seen before. I smiled and just watched them swim. I realized that the time had probably passed, and I was expected back soon. I waved and swam to the surface again. Then everything was black.

I woke up back in my bed. I opened my eyes and realized that it was all a dream. My Go Pro was sitting on the table, so I plugged it into my computer and looked at all my surfing videos. I scrolled all the way down, to find the pictures and videos I took on the ocean floor. The colors came to life once more on the screen of my computer. Was It a dream? There were pictures but, I couldn’t be sure.

I want to scream from every mountain top
And see every flower
I want to see the little does standing weary
And watch the sun settle in every state.

I want to see all the lakes and oceans
And all the phases of the moon
I want to smell the countryside
And sit on the branch of every tree.

I want to taste the delicacy of each country
And listen to each passing car
I want to watch every bird fly
And someday join them.

I’ve seen the unspeakable
I’ve seen the worst
I’ve seen people crying
I’ve seen people dying

I’ve seen pure joy
I’ve seen happy days
I’ve seen people smiling
I’ve seen people every day

I’ve seen it all
Over a million years
Everything that has happened
has been heard

With all I’ve seen
I can’t say anything
I can’t do anything
I can’t help

I am the silent observer

I am the moon.

The book I read this quarter is called The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Its a realistic fiction book about the relationship between the help and their bosses in Jackson, Mississippi, and coincidentally, one lady and a couple “maids” writing a book about it. The story has highs and lows, and different subplots that make you grip and never want to stop reading. Each chapter is in the point of view of the different characters. I would rate the heartwarming story a 5/5 and recommend it to anyone who needs a good book, or is studying civil rights.