Advice of the class of 2016

I'm not really good at this entire advice thing but what i do know might actually be helpful...
If you have Mr. Roehl for science, well good luck. Mr. Roehl is a fun teacher but he is strict on your work. Sometimes he just randomly walks past you and starts kicking your chair or goes behind you when you're not looking and imitate whacking your had with a ruler, which is really quite funny. I have 2 warnings when coming into his class, have quality work and turning it in on time, also when you bring food, you have to give him some. Wow I really can't count right, I guess those are 3 pieces of advice.

Mrs. Reagles is also a fun teacher to have, but beware for she is haunted by a spirit named June... Mrs. Reagles is the type of teacher that talks a lot and tells many interesting stories. She just gets of track some times. You really have to turn you work in time, I would know. She's an awesome teacher to have just watch out for mad tae kwon do skills.

You really have to careful with the dress code though...

well that's pretty much all the good advice I know how to give because you might have the same teachers next year. Just be careful but have fun.

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I wear black because it blends well with my soul.

 

Sometimes when I open my eyes in the morning I can't help but wonder, is it really such a great thing to be alive? 

My finger's on the trigger and you're in my way.

Go ahead, kiss her. I hope she bites your lip and you choke on the blood.

They say when you get knocked down get back up. But what if you have been knocked down so much you’re tired of getting up?

 I don't lie but I never tell the truth.

Didn't you hear, heaven didn't want me and hell was afraid I'd take over... 

 

There is always some form of truth in deception…

The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to move silently among us.

Hate me for I am a sinner, but hate yourself first.

Your worst nightmares are my sickest desires.

We're all bizarre, some of us are just better at hiding it.

Sometime the things we dream about the most, are the things our heart fears most.

You can say you know how I feel from just looking to my face, but I guess everything I am, I hide on the inside.

Rip out my heart; put it out of its misery. It deserved better than I gave it.

In the darkness you don’t see what stares back at you…

 I don’t stay in the darkness so that people can’t find me, but to see who’s brave enough to look.

Darkness never really goes away, not once you've seen it.

I have a scary question: Is it me or my reflection? Now here's a scarier one: Is there even a difference anymore?

My tears are dry, my smile is fake, what more do you want?

 

A painted black box behind the books in a shelf,
Hides all my secrets, only known to myself.
The darkest poetry written in my most vulnerable hour,
Anyone who holds it and reads will hold the power.

Drained blood and dirty sheets,
I've put my heart in the box, while it still beats.
Scars hidden and put inside the box,
Hidden behind books, hidden behind locks.

No one knows what the box hold,
Secrets never revealed, words never told.
The darkest poems, with the biggest truth,
Complete honesty about my past and my youth.

Lies told to keep the box secrets hidden from the world,
To never let them see what's inside this broken little girl.
There are times I bring it out, just to give it a peek,
To see what I've been through, find my strength when I am weak.

To see that what I've seen has made me who I am today,
The reason I hardly trust, rarely lie and never pray.
To see that what doesn't kill me can only make me strong,
To see that I can not leave this world until I find the place that I belong.

Yet the world needs to know that I didn't put up an act,
They need to understand the way I thought and the way I react.
They need to know what I feel, to understand me,
Who I was, who I am, who I want to be.

I can't fight death on my own anymore,
The pain has gotten to me, shaken my core.
I desperately need someone to understand for real,
The way I think, the way I act, the way I feel.

They don't call me mysterious for nothing you know,
There's an ocean of poetry in the box I've never dared to show.
So, last chance darling, I'm here for you to save,
Although I fear, I'm doomed forever, I'll take the black box to my grave.

Have you ever felt the touch of fear
On nights so all alone
Sitting tensely in a spot
Waiting for some ghastly moan
To occur but silence coats the room
You feel like somethings waiting
Just waiting in the gloom

As I was walking down a street
Through the broken slums
To get somewhere a bit faster
I began to hear some ugly hums
Coming from a crumbled home
Beat down by time's fist
Where something horrific roams

I didn't want to venture there
But the sounds drew me in
Where I saw something so evil
Seeing it must be a sin
Its face was a jumble of freakish teeth
With a black tongue that slivered
Over two blank white eyes beneath

Then shrieks escaped its repulsive maw
That sounded like some unholy music score
Of tortured screams of people
That it had eaten before
Then the white eyes became alive
And somehow forced me to stare
At them, which made my stomach dive

In those eyes I saw unbearable things
Of men being ripped apart
Of drinking of blood and eating of gore
And that was just the start
Then I was thrown into its jaws
By some unknown force
That felt like gnarled claws

After much pain and ripping sounds
I was cast into the cold
Where I live breathing my last
A lone and forgotten mold
I think I know what gave me fright
What killed and tortured I
I think that fear itself murdered me tonight

Now on nights all so alone
Void of anybody but you
You hear a sound and become afraid
Don't deny it, it could be true
It could be fear lurking around
Waiting for you to dismiss it
So it then can pounce without a sound

Author's note: if you may recognize part of this piece, its because i took the beginning of Clare's letter that she never finished (Degrassi) and adding my own too it. I didn't come up with the beginning so i put my disclaimer to it, i don't own it just the other parts.

'We need to talk' is a line that every kid dreads, but you know what's worse -- waiting for it. Every minute of every hour of every day. Because I know it's coming -- the reason you're fighting all the time. And I know I won't like the answer, but whatever you tell me can't be worse than the waiting. So, please, don't make me wait any longer.. The tension and the suspense is suffocating me, I can't take it. I'm not the little girl you always say I am anymore. I've grown up and I notice things. The fights and yelling matches, the coldness and tension. Just tell me, it might not be good news, but any is better than none. I see how you guys never talk any more but just argue, saying how you have to go back to work every day. It's like you want to get out of the house just so you don't have to deal with anything. It's just that sometimes it's so bad I just want to run away from everything. Every minute you're home you guys argue, not one moment of peace. If there is a quiet moment at home it's because only one of you is home or you are just too mad to speak to each other. It feels like a divorce waiting to happen. So what's going on, really? Are you actually going to talk to me or plan on keeping me waiting and in the dark?

Sad story :(

Jenny was so happy
about the house they had found.
For once in her life
’twas on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things
with such great ease.
As she watched her new
curtains blow in the breeze.
How wonderful it was
to have her own room.
School would be starting,
she’d have friends over soon.
There’d be sleep-overs, and parties;
she was so happy
It’s just the way she wanted
her life to be.
On the first day of school,
everything went great.
She made new friends
and even got a date!
She thought, “I want to be popular
and I’m going to be,
Because I just got a date
with the star of the team!”
To be known in this school
you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy
would sure help her out.
There was only one problem
stopping her fate.
Her parents had said
she was too young to date.
“Well, I just won’t tell them
the entire truth.
They won’t know the difference;
what’s there to lose?”
Jenny asked to stay
with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned
but said, “All right.”
Excited, she got ready
for the big event
But as she rushed around
like she had no sense,
She began to feel guilty
about all the lies,
But what’s a pizza, a party,
and a moonlight ride?
Well the pizza was good,
and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would
have to wait.
For Jeff was half drunk
by this time.
But he kissed her and said
that he was just fine.
Then the room filled with smoke
and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn’t believe
he was smoking that stuff.
Now Jeff was ready
to ride to the point
But only after
he’d smoked another joint.
They jumped in the car
for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he
was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it
to the point at last,
And Jeff started trying
to make a pass.
A pass is not
what Jenny wanted at all
(and by a pass,
I dont mean playing football).
“Perhaps my parents were right….
maybe I am too young.
Boy, how could I ever,
ever be so dumb.”
With all of her might,
she pushed Jeff away:
“Please take me home,
I dont want to stay.”
Jeff cranked up the engine
and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds
they were going too fast.
As Jeff drove on in a fit
of wild anger,
Jenny knew that her life
was in danger.
She begged and pleaded
for him to slow down,
But he just got faster
as they neared the town.
“Just let me get home!
I’ll confess that I lied.
I really went out
for a moonlight ride.”
Then all of a sudden,
she saw a big flash.
“Oh God, Please help us!
We’re going to crash!”
She doesn’t remember
the force of impact.
Just that everything
all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her
from the twisted rubble,
And heard, “Call an ambulance!
These kids are in trouble!”
Voices she heard…
a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars
involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself
if Jeff was all right,
And if the people
in the other car were alive.
She awoke in the hospital
to faces so sad.
“You’ve been in a wreck
and it looks pretty bad.”
These voices echoed
inside her head,
As they gently told her
that Jeff was dead.
They said “Jenny,
we’ve done all we can do.
But it looks as if
we’ll lose you too.”
“But the people
in the other car!?” Jenny cried.
“We’re sorry, Jenny,
they also died.”
Jenny prayed, “God,
forgive me for what I’ve done
I only wanted
to have just one night of fun.”
“Tell those people’s family,
I’ve made their lives dim,
And wish I could return
their families to them.”
“Tell Mom and Dad
I’m sorry I lied,
And that it’s my fault
so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won’t you please
tell them that for me?”
The nurse just stood there,
she never agreed.
But took Jenny’s hand
with tears in her eyes
And a few moments later
Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse,
“Why didn’t you do your best
To bid that girl
her one last request?”
She looked at the man
with eyes oh so sad.
“Because the people in the other car
were her mom and dad.”
This story is sad
and unpleasant but True,
So young people take heed,
it could have been you.

Quotes about yourself ..... :P

 To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.  ~e.e. Cummings


All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.  I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory.  I was naïve.  I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.  It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with:  that I am nobody but myself.  ~Ralph Ellison, "Battle Royal" 
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.  ~Judy Garland

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.  ~e.e. cummings 

 "Be yourself" is about the worst advice you can give some people.  ~Tom Masson

I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I've written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part.  ~Shirley MacLaine

Never be bullied into silence.  Never allow yourself to be made a victim.  Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself.  ~Harvey Fierstein
  
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.  ~Eleanor Roosevelt

It took me a long time not to judge myself through someone else's eyes.  ~Sally Field


Don't let people drive you crazy when you know it's in walking distance. 

A library memory

We went to the library one day, Kayla Hannah, and me. Once inside went to sit down to work on some stuff, I sat down next to Hannah and Kayla sat by herself. Ten minutes later, one of the bane's of my existence came. I hear my name being called as a stared daggers at him. Its Kayla, asking for help on the math homework. So I get up, to have him sit in my spot next to Hannah. She covers her nose slightly. I thought in my head, does he smell bad? After helping Kayla, I tell him to move, so he does and I sit back down in my spot. I was immediately engulfed in his overdose of his cologne, its licking at my skin, surrounding my senses.  It creeps down my throat, I gag and Hannah looks at me. She smiles knowing what I'm thinking and gags with me. A noise invades my ears, apparently its Kayla laughing.

(If you know who im talking about feel free to use his name in your comments. if not then you will eventually figure it out. And if you agree that he is a butt than you are a smart cookie.)