The prolife movement is really booming. The column in the post was about the great number of young people at the March for Life. WOW! If this keeps up, I think Roe v. Wade may be overturned. Lots of people understand the hurt that abortion causes--I think prochoicers dance around the issue.
Then there is the ad that will be aired during the superbowel. It's a Florida quarterback whose mom chose life when doctors advised her to abort. Prochoicers are peeved, but there is no reason for them to be angry. The message is positive and doesn't attack women's right to choose.
I love the way O'Reilly out it! (to prochoicer): So what exactly are you offended by? Are you offended that this mother gave birth to her baby who is now alive and doing well?
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
On Friday, I volunteered in my mom's classroom. The classroom is pretty--decorated like an average classroom. On a little whitboard, my mom wrote "Today we will..."
Then in trotted her first graders. The kids are all different cultures, and looking at them is like going on an imaginary trip around the world. It speaks to the unity of people, at the very least.
K. has learning problems, and by the way he rocks his head and his eyes dart around the classroom, you can tell. I sat in a seat near the sink. The children could immediately guess I was the teacher's daughter--ha, ha, maybe if my mom hadn't posted a large photo of my sister and I near the workstation it wouldn't have been so easy to guess!
The children came to me to look through the ads and pick a toy they wanted. The girls all picked barbies and the boys play stations.
In the third grade, S. was afraid of me and wouldn't come over for help with her story. Sh. I can tell is my mom's favorite child. She's imaginative, and her hair is like in a poof on top of her head. I don't know what nationality she is. I thought that she'll probably be an English major when she grows up. She had a cold and was blowing her nose and kept getting up to walk around the classroom until my mom called her back.
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I also hiked part of the Appalachian Trail--two miles of it! I wondered what it would be like to hike the whole thing. My dad said about 20 to 30 people do it every year. It would be a cool undertaking. Maybe you'd get eaten by a bear. When you hike the trail, you have to stay in little shelters along the way. At the beginning of the trail there are the railroad tracks. I bet those tracks go all the way to Georgia.
Then in trotted her first graders. The kids are all different cultures, and looking at them is like going on an imaginary trip around the world. It speaks to the unity of people, at the very least.
K. has learning problems, and by the way he rocks his head and his eyes dart around the classroom, you can tell. I sat in a seat near the sink. The children could immediately guess I was the teacher's daughter--ha, ha, maybe if my mom hadn't posted a large photo of my sister and I near the workstation it wouldn't have been so easy to guess!
The children came to me to look through the ads and pick a toy they wanted. The girls all picked barbies and the boys play stations.
In the third grade, S. was afraid of me and wouldn't come over for help with her story. Sh. I can tell is my mom's favorite child. She's imaginative, and her hair is like in a poof on top of her head. I don't know what nationality she is. I thought that she'll probably be an English major when she grows up. She had a cold and was blowing her nose and kept getting up to walk around the classroom until my mom called her back.
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I also hiked part of the Appalachian Trail--two miles of it! I wondered what it would be like to hike the whole thing. My dad said about 20 to 30 people do it every year. It would be a cool undertaking. Maybe you'd get eaten by a bear. When you hike the trail, you have to stay in little shelters along the way. At the beginning of the trail there are the railroad tracks. I bet those tracks go all the way to Georgia.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Today I went to McDonald's for breakfast. The oatmeal is pretty good, but I wonder if they put some spices in it? I wish everything wasn't such a pain! Starbucks has no free wireless internet and all of the stupid computers at the library aren't functioning. I have to get these work applications done. I want to go to Catholic U. tonight for one of the campus activies, but I'm worried they'll kick me out since I'm not a student.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
So today I got locked out of the house. I hung out at the library for three hours. I didnt have money so I couldnt buy any food. I felt really hungry. Then I watched Leap Year at the movie theatre. My mom and I were supposed to bake tonight but I got home too late. Oh, well, maybe I didn't want to anyway. But I was still disappointed, because we were supposed to do this on Sunday.
The pool where I swam felt good. But why are there always so many people in the locker room?
The pool where I swam felt good. But why are there always so many people in the locker room?
So this morning I woke up and realized that I needed a better facebook pic. I haven't worn my retainer in awhile, but I dont give a damn. I love my new curtains...who-hoo! Maybe I'll eat something for breakfast, but I never feel stupid hungry anyways. La-la-la today is going to be a great day.
This IS BORING ME!
This IS BORING ME!
Friday, January 15, 2010
Ocean City the conclusion
We drove down the long road out of Ocean City. We passed by the hotel and other abandoned buildings. Over the bridge with the bluish-green water below. The bridge is just a slab of concrete over the ocean.
One night we had also driven through town, past the pond where a Christmas tree floated in the middle. The tree was small, and lonely perhaps isolated out on those waters.
I asked my father if we could come again. “Come again?” he repeated, for that could mean many things.
“To this place,” I said. “I know we really can’t. Even if we did come back, it wouldn’t be the same.” I will have grown and changed by then. And even now the beach is eroding. A recent hurricane swept the sands up along the street near the parked cars. Every year the sand is piled a little higher around the dunes.
It’s funny how I’ll never get this moment back, and maybe I won’t even remember it right. That’s because I won’t see things the same, so maybe it will be like the fading sand---a slight memory that I can barely remember at all.
“Goodbye beach,” I whispered as we drove away. The last few flecks of sand flew out of my hair in the highway breeze, but I didn’t mind. I was sad but I was content.
One night we had also driven through town, past the pond where a Christmas tree floated in the middle. The tree was small, and lonely perhaps isolated out on those waters.
I asked my father if we could come again. “Come again?” he repeated, for that could mean many things.
“To this place,” I said. “I know we really can’t. Even if we did come back, it wouldn’t be the same.” I will have grown and changed by then. And even now the beach is eroding. A recent hurricane swept the sands up along the street near the parked cars. Every year the sand is piled a little higher around the dunes.
It’s funny how I’ll never get this moment back, and maybe I won’t even remember it right. That’s because I won’t see things the same, so maybe it will be like the fading sand---a slight memory that I can barely remember at all.
“Goodbye beach,” I whispered as we drove away. The last few flecks of sand flew out of my hair in the highway breeze, but I didn’t mind. I was sad but I was content.
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