"The Notebook" good quotes

So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday.

I could be fun, if you want. I could be pensive, uhh... smart, supersticious, brave? And I, uhh, I can be light on my feet. I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I'm gonna be that for you.
...You're dumb.
I could be that.

TO BE CONTINUED.... (not finished)

Life.

Life it’s an extraordinary thing.
Many of us are too worried about what
People with think or we limit ourselves because of other people.
Well my grandpa always used to say your never promised tomorrow.
So live your life to the fullest and don’t let anyone bring you down.
Follow your heart, and live, laugh love.
When the day comes to a close thank god,
That you got today and pray and ask him for tomorrow.
Because you are never promised tomorrow.
Life is like a shooting star it beautiful and glorious
It seems it will glow for all eternity but in an instant
It’s gone.

Why?

Dear God why do people have to die.
I mean yea okay everyone has to die but why at the worst times.
They say everything happens for a reason, well god how come you
Had to take him away so early? I wanted him to see me live my
Life. See my do all the things I wanted to do in life and make
Him so proud of me. Well god they say you can do anything.
So can you do this for me? Can you tell my Grandpa how much I loved him.
And that I’m very sorry I couldn’t say goodbye. That I’m sorry for all the
Times I was mean to him or didn’t listen. Just let him know that,
I can’t wait to get up there and see him. Tell him that
Our bond is unbreakable and that I’m still here.
And I still need him so if he’s out there human or not
Could you tell him to stop by and say hey? Well thanks,
For listening and understanding because most people
Don’t do either. It was nice talking to you bye, friend.

A little kid...in the big bad school

A little kid all alone in this big bad school, I am forced to have no fun and not talk and sit forward in my seat and be silent all day. I’m 5 to be exact and what 5 year old can do that, right? All the teacher does is talk and talk and talk I can’t take it and no one can understand what she’s saying because she’s straight from Brazil, sometimes she even starts speaking her own language at me. Hello lady this is America we speak English, but in her case I guess it wouldn’t matter anyway. She’s going to be our sub for the next 5 months because our real teacher broke her leg or something, this is bad real bad I can’t take it. I just want to get up and leave. I mean I’m not dissing nap time or color time or anything but who does she thinks she’s fooling by giving us the same picture to color everyday and we only get 3 colors and there all ugly. We get yellow which reminds me of having to go to the bathroom, brown and reminds me of the same thing and we get orange, I think this women likes torturing little kids for a living. And if you complain about anything or ask to many questions smack, a ruler, will hit your desk so hard you don’t even think about asking another question for the rest of the day. Well most kids are like that anyway but when it comes to me I refuse to take this, I’m very stubborn and I say what’s on my mind so here goes nothing.
“Why don’t you just stop it” I said
“ Excuse me?” She said
“ He’s my friend and you keep picking on him he didn’t do anything so stop being such a butthead!”
“To the office now!”
“Fine, I will see you later”
As I left the whole class was clapping for me which made me feel good but made the teacher very upset, and she went ballistic on the other kids and hey I was going to the office anyway so why not give her a taste of her own medicine. She was sitting down at her desk and I grabbed a yardstick from the back of the room and in the middle of her lecture about how that wasn’t nice and blah blah blah I smacked that ruler right on her desk about five times while screaming,
“ You like that?” “ This is how we all feel every time we ask you a question because we don’t understand, and we complain because you won’t help us.”
“Get out and go to the office, now!”
“You have to take me!, Were not allowed to go by ourselves, duh”
“Class I’ll be right back”
As we marched down to the office, I was absolutely in tears, bawling and being very over dramatic because I was a kid that didn’t like the office. I would always try to avoid it because to me, that was a place where bad kids were sent who did bad things and were mean and bad people. When we finally arrived my face was soaked with tears and my eyes were very red and poofy, I could see in the Secretary’s eyes that she understood that my teacher was mean and she felt bad for getting the principal for her but she had to do what she had to do. Finally the principal came out and waved me on to come into his office. I was petrified when I walked in there was almost nothing in there. There was a paddle in his corner (that he never used people just said he puts it there to scare you) and his desk and a bookshelf, also the off whiteness of the walls kind of not only grossed me out but I felt like I was going to puke, I was freaked out. Then all of a sudden he started to talk his voice sounded scary alike to my uncle my favorite person that was an adult in the world, and it was strangley comforting which helped me calm down a lot.
“ Hello, Taylor I’m Principal Wishart”
“Hi” I said while still whimpering
“ Why did you have to come and see me today?” He said
“ Because my teacher was being mean to my friend and making him cry and I got mad so I called her a butthead”
“ Oh, I see.”
“ You seem very upset”
“ I am because I don’t like being in the office it makes me feel like a bad kid and that makes my family disappointed when I’m bad, especially my uncle, dad and cousins who are very important to me and when they are disappointed it makes me feel really sad.” I said trying not to burst out bawling.
“ Well Taylor I’ll make you a deal if you go upstairs with me and give a sincere apology to your teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez, that’s all that will happen and your parents won’t get called or any of that junk”
“ Okay, but what does sincere mean”
Principal Wishart laughed and as he did this I tried to laugh with him to cover up how scared I was that my family would get called and then I would be in big trouble.
“ It means say your sorry and mean it, and not laugh it off or anything like that”
“ Oh, but I’m not sorry, and my dad always says to never lie”
He laughed so hard at this he started to tear up.
“ Alright kiddo, then how about me and you just pretend this never happened”
“ Really? Thank you so much”
“No Problem”
After our talk we then went back up to the room, Mr. Wishart explained what was going on to Mrs. Rodriguez. She didn’t look to happy but she was done messing with me, for a while until came the say where it happened.
It was a sunny day school is almost out and then it’s summer time me as being a little kid was very happy. So happy that I was running all over the place until me being my clumsy self bashed right into the flag pole in Mrs. Rodriquez’s room. This is how I lost my left “canine” tooth, I was happy I lost my tooth because of course nthe tooth fairy was coming and that meant money for me, but at the same time my mouth was bleeding a lot so I had a spas attack.
“ Help, please my mouth hurts so bad.” I said
“ Stop fooling around, I’m not amused” said Mrs. Rodriquez said
Then suddenly she saw all the blood on the floor and her eyes bulged out of her head. Like one of those stress dummies you squeeze. Suddenly she ran for the paper towel and started to clean it up. Then the words came out of her mouth that enraged me.
“ I’m cleaning it up for you now stop screaming and just suck it up.”
I continued to cry because it hurt I mean I just bashed my tooth out.
“ Now if you don’t stop that crying you can cry some more with me after school”
I was not going to take this anymore, I was only 5 yes but I was not stupid. I marched to the phone mouth still a little bloody and called my mom. I told my mom what happened and she was furious. I mean she was trying to comfort me while at the same time mumbling the F bomb. Before I knew it my mom was at the school at went totally ape on Mrs. Rodriquez so bad that the principal came up and dismissed us from the room. The only reason he was up there is because my mom didn’t even check in she just marched up to my classroom. Then after a lot of time went by, and then finally my mom came out with the principal sadly with Mrs. Rodriquez to. MY mom had a smile on her face and she came and hugged me. It was hard to enjoy my hug though while my teacher was giving me death rays with her eyes, it was almost like she was trying somehow to kill me with her eyes, but obviously it didn’t work. A week later Mrs. Rodriquez got fired. Well she says she resigned but we all know the truth. Since then I have had some okay teachers, some really bad teachers, and some surprisingly amazing teachers. I will always remember Mrs. Rodriguez as the worst teacher ever and when she’s gone as mean as it sounds I really am not going to miss her. So for all you kids out there who think you have it bad, think again. You might not have the best teacher but just try to stick with it and cooperate then your school year will go much smoother than mine did. Always say what’s on your mind and never let anyone treat you like that.

THE END

JoJo

Hey world it’s me.
I don’t know if you’re listening but
you’re the only one left to talk to here goes nothing.
My grandpa died today.
He just died, unexpectedly and with no goodbye.
At first hearing the news I’m almost numb.
I feel nothing, no emotion or pain.
I go to my aunt and uncle’s house, to try to get away
From everything. But then the Notre Dame game comes on.
That was his favorite football team.
Banners, t-shirts and glasses used to clutter his house.
While I sit there watching the Notre Dame game.
Everything starts to come back to me.
His scent, his big warms hugs.
How he used to hold me when I got scared or sad.
His ability to turn the worst day into a good one with the twinkle of an eye.
His love he said he had for me.
The unbreakable bond we shared.
Most people say you’re in denial until you see the person grave.
I didn’t get to see his grave, to finally picture that in my head.
But that Notre Dame game was all I needed.
I suddenly felt tears rolling down my face.
I finally realized he was gone and I’m never going to see him again.
Although I never got to say goodbye I can never touch him again, I can feel him, he’s here.
Although he may not be able to give me those warm hugs he used to.
Or talk to me when I’m down.
Or see my get my first car.
Or see me go to all the dances.
Or see me graduate High School.
Or see me get married.
Or see me have kids and live a happy life.
For some reason I have a feeling deep down
In my soul that he is always with me in spirit.
And although he may not be there I can still talk to him and
I can just pray that he can hear me and he’s listening.

In memory of JoJo my granpa who tragically died on 11-19-09, a day before New Moon came out.

Response on the "I have a dream" speech

It's 1961, you walk into a restaurant after a hard day’s work, your starving. When you walk in you don't see any signs or discrimination around, a twinkle of hope sparkles in the distance. Soon your are sadly reminded when the waiter says there is no more room on the black side of the restaurant. You look to see that the white side is nearly empty. Do you dare sit over with the white people? No you don't for the fear that you will be thrown in jail and or killed from some crazy person. Finally you just leave the restaurant, as you leave you feel a cold tear trickle down your face. Why does it have to be like this why can't every man just be treated equal? We are all just human and shouldn't be judged by the color of our skin but by the content of our character.



Martin Luther King Jr. was one of the most influential speakers of the 60’s. He shined a new light on what everyone thought about discrimination and racism. Each word was like a dagger to your heart, as you realized the true meaning and depth of what he was saying. He was also a very brave man speaking up for yourself in the 60’s wasn’t the best or easiest thing to do, but that didn’t stop the King. I personally am glad he spoke up and I believe as if he was an angel in disguise almost, because he was the voice for the black’s in the 60’s, and if it wasn’t for him we might not be where we are today. But since he did speak up and let the world hear him, he saved the world, he saved us from all the problems discrimination and racism can cause and showed us a new way. He told us “I have a dream, a dream that one day little white boys and white girls can hold hands with little black boys and little black girls as brothers and sisters.” “ I have a dream, that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." These are just examples of some of the pure truths that stab at your heart. But like they say to every dark cloud there is a silver lining, meaning to dark time in your life there’s a light from somewhere shining on the other side, there is a blessing down the road just be patient and it will come. Finally in 1964 it was done. Finally black’s and white could sit, eat, and drink together. We were finally all united as people and we were all treated equal. At last you were not judged by the color of your skin but by the content of your character. “At last, at last, Thank God almighty we’re free at last.”

Harrison Bergeron

Imagine being in a world where everyone is the same. No one can be better than anyone at anything. When you are talented or gifted with something you are looked down upon and depending on your talent you receive and are forced to wear “handicaps” that prohibit you from doing or pursuing these talents and gifts. In the story “Harrison Bergeron” by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. it is 2081, years from now and society has taken a turn for the worse, Everyone is forced to be the same. A world where if you strive to be different your toll is jail or even death. A world filled with despair and sorrow, the world in so much chaos it seems that if hell is reaching up with its ever expanding fingers and overbearing arms and pulling you down, like being thrown into a deep lake with an iron weight attached to you. And honestly what’s the point in getting up in the morning? We all have our reasons but these poor helpless are depressed and weak and sadly have nothing to really look forward to. They are stuck almost as if they are frozen in a moment of time. The same moment that never changes-- time seems to be almost nonexistent and there almost like walking, talking, breathing ghosts there but as if invisible and nonexistent,waiting to be forgotten.




Talents and gifts. We all have them; they are what makes us unique and precious like a pearl in the mouth if a clam. Each and every pearl is unique and delicate, to be handled with care and compassion. Rather your gift or talent has to do with sports, being a complete genius or just getting the gift of beauty, the difference between us and the people of 2081 is we're allowed to express our talents and gifts. What I mean by that is if we want to show people what we can do, we're free and able to do so. In the short story “Harrison Bergeron” the people have been totally demolished and brainwashed by the government. All their hopes and dreams crushed in a moment's time. Nothing new ever happens because all the people with ideas are looked down upon, anyone with a talent is put under a microscope, even if you're just blessed enough to have a beautiful face, it’s not tolerated. Just for the simple fact that it wouldn’t make your equal to everyone else. A question that may be running through your head is okay their looked down upon and get watched a lot, why don’t they just not care and do what they want anyway? Well the very sad answer to that question is that based on your talent or gift you are given “handicaps” by the government to wear until you die, An example of these “handicaps” is on page 245 Hazel one of the main characters in the book is watching television with her husband George another main character in the story and she sees a ballerina on the television. When seeing her she says “She must have been really beautiful, because her mask is so hideous." In that example the girl is “to beautiful” and it is not tolerated so she had to wear an ugly mask for the rest of her life. She could never take the mask off ever, and if she dared there would be serious consequences. This part brought tears to my eyes. Because who does the “big bad government” think they are, by diminishing and taking away all these people’s gifts and talents? Taking away their hopes and dreams. Not only that but a thought crossed my mind that really upset me. The thought was by taking away people’s gifts and talents, you could be taking one’s purpose for life away. Think about it we all have a purpose and what if someone’s purpose was to inspire people everywhere with their dance or smarts or whatever there gift or talent . And that inspiration makes the person getting inspired a better person, in the end making the world a better place all around. But then the government has the audacity to come forward and say nope that’s all over, who do they think they are? How can anyone think their great enough to take all that away? The fact is that no matter what anyone thinks or feels no one is, no one ever will be. That’s because we are all human, we are not god, we are just all human beings and based on the people in the story we need to start acting like it.






All the talk about the government has brought me to symbolism and characters. Some examples for symbolism being that on page 242 it starts talking about clammy weather which sets up the story as a depressing one. Also although this one wasn’t so obvious the book says that all this chaos was the government’s doing. This shows that if the government can do that, what else are they capable of, ans that we just kind if all need to watch our backs. Overall this story didn’t make me as much sad as mad. Some things that helped add to my frustration were the characters. Hazel for example one of the main characters in the book, she was very annoying because she was so dumb. The plotline was already very bad and I hated it and I didn’t need some stupid lady in there to. Also her husband George was another main character and he kind of just added the sadness and depression level to the story. Rather it was him being almost over-ruled by handicaps or forgetting his sons own death, once again because of the handicaps. The purpose of this story has a deep meaning; it’s not only saying that everyone in the world has a purpose so fulfill your purpose in this life while you can, it was also making you look at what could happen. Also that we should be happy for what we have now, and to just live our lives while we can.




Just imagine a little boy alone in this big bad world, but then suddenly he has a hero, a shimmer of hope, finally something to look forward to, a reason to get up in the morning. But then in an instant all of it is gone, like a shooting star, it’s breath taking and great while it’s here but gone in a flash. Like the people of the Harrison Bergeron story, it started this way but because of the government all hope for them is gaone. Isn’t it funny how one moment can change so many after.

The Lottery

Fate it’s a word we all know. But does anyone really know the meaning? The definition is the supposed force, principal, or power that predetermines events. A force or power that predetermines events, well what if that power was evil? In the story "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson people are forced to participate in the lottery, and what card you pick could be the difference between life and death. But is it fate controlling what dreaded or relived future the towns people will have to face? Maybe, but maybe not.


"The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson is a very strange story making it hard to understand. But when you look at the symbolism everything starts to tie together. For example colors in this story there are lots of colors toward the beginning of the story there is the color yellow and flowers are blooming and it’s a nice day, it almost sets it up as being a happy story. But then later in the story there is a total change of mood and when everyone gets to the lottery there is a black box, black represents death and darkness so it made me think is someone going to die, or is the whole town about to be wiped out what’s going on? Well after I thought about it I started to look at characters names. Mr. Summers is the one who runs everything like the lottery and the Halloween parties and stuff like that. With his assistants Mr. and Mrs. Graves. With a little bit of time I got thinking what a hot underground place? And after a while I had it, hell is a hot underground place and Mr. Summers is that one that runs the lottery, which for the winner ends in death. So it’s kind of like Satan and his demons in the town taking it over and killing them all one by one. Also a girl named Tessie in the story was late to the lottery and was treating it like a joke, ending in her being the one who won and sadly got killed. But was that a coincidence? Or was she almost chosen to get the winning slip of paper? If so that would mean there would have to be a higher power, and that ties in with Mr. Summer’s being almost like Satan because that would mean he is a higher power. Also some more text evidence is that at the end of the story the winner dies but how they do that is brutal they stone them to death and not only was Mr. Summer’ very egger to get to the end of the lottery like he already knew who it was, but stoning was a punishment that happened a lot in the bible and that would once again proves even more the fact that Mr. Summers is evil and is a higher power. Which makes you think could there be evil disguised in front of me right now?


Which brings me to the purpose what was the purpose;of this story? Well since it’s about evil conquering and stuff, and it uses punishments that were stated in the bible and the whole situation is biblical if you really think about it. It could be the author expressing her beliefs in a very subtle way. It could also in a way represent a personal experience that she didn’t enjoy such as a death or something. But in the end it was a good story that I think was very well written.



Just imagine being trapped in a town and being forced to join in on a “game” that is going to say whether you die or live. Like a 50/50 shot, like being thrown into a cage of bees covered in honey and your allergic, there’s a chance you could live but it is not likely. Evil come in many shapes and forms on this place we call earth there is some good though to, we just need to know how to tell the two apart. And the side we choose to pursue will determine the rest of our life. So just watch your back and like they say don’t judge a book by it’s very deceiving cover.