Final reflection

1.    Did you like working with a blog? Why?

I really liked working with a blog because it helped me expressed myself.

2.    Do you believe that the use of this tool will benefit you in the future? Why?

 yes because i can make future blogs

3.    What do you think about the subject of the project (Teen Issues)? Is the subject relevant?  How the discussion of this subject helped you?

I I think is a really good subject because its something that is bound to happen with all the teenager and you can get advice from other stories of other teenagers related to your problems 

4.    What did you enjoy the most about the whole process?

 Writing and expressing myself

5.    How was the process of leaving feedback to your classmates?

 Well I read stuff that I didn't know about them so now I know more about them and also i got to give them advice 

6.    Do you think there should be more projects like this? Why?

 Yes. I personally love writing and I would love to keep writing about this stuff. 

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KristinaFeb 24, 2012 04:33 AM

I really like this post and is true people should learn to appreciate and not be selfish. I like your blog is funny and deep.

KristinaFeb 23, 2012 09:55 AM

I think you could have a special someone if you want. If you understand who I'm talking about ;) ;). anyways I understand how your feeling but remember than being alone isn't bad either you can still have fun and be yourself you don't really need a boyfriend or a "spacial friend" to have fun.

KristinaFeb 23, 2012 09:44 AM

jajajajaa omg luzanne. This is really funny. I really Hope You DO have children when your grown up. Kids are always have you describe them you just need some tolerance honey.

my daddy is my valentine

My favorite valentines day a time when I was just a little girl and I use to go away with my dad and have road trips all the time. So that exact weekend happened to be valentines day. My dad picks me up at school and at that moment when I'm getting in the car I see this little box in the middle of the driver and the passenger seat. My dad gave it to me and when I opened it up and it was a tiny necklace with a dragon fly pendant. I will never forget myself loosing that necklace. At that point of my life I think the only guy I was interested on was my dad. He was the only guy I loved. I think that threw all high school he has been the forbidden love teenager always have because sometimes I feel that I don't really like much the person whos my boyfriend or something like that and sometimes I think I'm just using them to just get over and not think for a while of my dad and how I miss him everyday.

bafaksdf

So I've been thinking what I want to do with my life. I figured out that i don't really want something ordinary I actually want to go to the xtreams for all sort of thing. I want to go on trips, dangerous trips. I want to have lots of adventure I also want to have time to settle into writing. Just me and a typer and just letting my thought float in the air wile my fingers do all the work. That is the only way writing come naturally, when your not actually thinking it over and over again and your just letting your imagination flow, letting your soul speak. I also want the time to read and learn from every single book. I just want to swim between my letters and the letters I have read. Then I just want to explore and find out what nature is offering me and more importantly what can I offer him. I am not dying before I make some remarkable change in our life. After I'm done exploring the wonders of the world I will sit again as I use to and us write and pour out all of the stuff I saw and smell, taste and touch. Think outside the box, live the life we where supposed to life if it weren't for temptation. The life that was designed for us so they would be no shame and everybody was purified of heart and mind. Lets start to life where not living.

How to avoid your valentine in a nice way

First of all if you thought you knew your partner but you figured out he or she is a stalker or just someone you cant stand in this moment well here are some tips to get out of your valentines day date without hurting your dates feelings. Act like your a geeks, tell your date you love him or she almost as much as your wii. Give your date a Mc Donald's gift card. By the way I would totally like one but I eat, its what I do. If your out with your date and it starts to get really boring just proceed talking with her with caution. If things start to get really awkward, buy a hot dog and tell her your gay. You can also give her a red dress and tell her that your mom weared it after she passed away and you want her to use it. You can never go wrong with telling her, Hey baby did you forget to shower? Some of my friends say to there partner that they suffer from asmatic problems so they just tell her that they don't have the lung capacity to bring her to their life that special day. One that always works is telling you partner, No chocolates this year, you've put on a few.

Valentines day

Valentines day is just that special day that always reminds you that if your not with someone special, your alone. Valentines day has gotten blown out of proportion it use to be for couples now you get valentine day card from you grandmother. What the hell is this crap? There always this friend who get valentines day presents from there mom every single year. Its preposterous. For the people who are single you get Christmas first, then new years eve and then valentines day these are days when is nice to have a relationship and if you didn't get around almost killing yourself at Christmas or new years eve then here comes valentines day for you! for the people who have money problems here are some tips for money saving on valentines : Break up with your partner on February 13th then get back with him on the 15th. Simple as that.  For the couples: Why are you guys  obsessed with going into partners rooms and fill it with balloons and right on there mirrors with a markers. Do you guys know how hard it is to clean it all up once the novelty is over? For the recycling freaks: Stop giving people the stuffed animals someone gave to you the year before that. For the one whose single and happy: Log out of Facebook and stop stalking you ex to see what she or he is doing on valentines day.  I hope you all attend to my I hate valentines day party.

explore

I want to explore. I'm tired of just going out with my friends. I want something I can remember. I want to explore every bit of my island and then anywhere else. I want to go on getaways and stay in a place I have never been before. I want to go to every cage there is here. I want to go to all the beaches one after another and just feel its breeze and its warm sand. I want to ride a bike and a horse. I want to eat and learn the culture of everywhere I go. I want to read about the history of my island and all its towns. I want to swim in a river. I want to climb rocks. Our generation doesn't need more technology and it doesn't need more shallow people. We need to start creating the contact with nature that we where suppose to have since the beginning. That's how is suppose to be. We have been de-naturalized with all the generations creation. We have completely turn our backs on nature. This is why I'm never surprise when nature turns their back on us. We need to start living making something wonderful out of our life. Live in adventures for you to be healthy in every way. We need to learn about what is life and the beautiful and free things we have just for us. We need to start thinking wht an honor it is to be here, alive.

Today

So this morning I get ready to go to school and when I get to the car is the same fight the mom gives to every kid in the morning on the way to school. "You don't help around the house" You've failed this test" I'm actually sleeping when she starts talking so I don't even hear her in fact sometime when shes fighting with me I shut out her voice and just look at her expressions and then i tried really really hard not to laugh. My mom definitely dosent have good mornings. So I'm going up the stairs to my class and there are this guys talking about vagina's and I'm like what is't we the horny teenager thing?I mean is it psychologically normal for a 15 or 16 year old boy to only talk about vagina's and boobs? I mean I wouldn't like anyone to be talking about my vagina. How can a girl let guys talk about her vagina? I mean maybe its because everyone knows about her vagina. Just so you know Im metaphorically speaking. I'm just saying that some girls don't respect themselves that much anymore and the word vagina makes me laugh. So after all the vagina situation I go to my class and the teacher gives me a Spanish warning saying that my grade is low and I'm like, I didn't even know I took Spanish. Where is this Spanish class? I'm telling you that Spanish lady is crazy!

Memories

My memory is something extraordinary. Some memories are a little blurry but their there. I have memories from when I was just 2 years old. I believe not so many people can remember when they where just 2 but weirdly I can. Almost all of my childhood is so vividly remembered in my mind. Sometimes I think I can actually visualize with clarity all of my childhood. I remembered when I was about two years old putting on a swim suit and getting in a shower with an umbrella in my hand. I remember where I use to live back then I remember how everything looked, I remember the smell, I remember my toys, I remember the people that visited us. Sometimes I even think I'm an old soul. I remember thing that have never happened to me and I'm not sure if there are somewhat dreams or something like that but they seem like memories. Memories that I have never lived before. Since I was a little girl I kept having this thought, this memory of me going to a house up in a mountain with people I have never met before in my life. Its strange cause the memories I have that seem to me that don't belong to my life are memories so simple that it could had happen to me in this life but they haven't. Maybe I have been born and died many times in many places.

this is me

Me? Well I am just a  normal high school teenager well maybe not that normal but I pretty much fit in with my class mates. I like to write and paint. Not that much in to sport, well I play soccer but I pretty much heat up the bench for all the teammates who actually play.My soccer coach is always telling me what to do the sit ups and do the kegels and I'm like is this even necessary cause I'm actually really hungry and there's a Mc Donald's just around the corner. So now you know where my physical condition stands. Sometimes I think I need a little more exercise for my daily life. The other day I was at the mall desperately looking for a bathroom cause my bladder was about to explode so as I always do, I kneel a little bit trying not to touch the toilet with my butt so suddenly I start feeling that warm liquid oozing down my inner thigh. Fuck, I knew I needed to start doing those kegels! Im always so late everywhere I go like for school and I wake up very early in the morning me and my mom have like this routine. She wakes me up and then go back to sleep, I wake up get a shower, get dress and wake her up and wait for her as she showers and get dress, meanwhile I sleep again and when we finally are ready to leave is like 8:30 and I was supposed to be at school at 7:30 so I walk in the school everyday with my banana breakfast in hand people start opening the door for me and the teachers don't really say nothing about me being late but when the one guy comes late right after me oh boy there in big trouble. I'm always the exception. Sometimes I say this idiotic things like a few months ago at a soccer game the girls from the team where laughing about the captain of the other team who had red hair and she actually looked like Wendy. So the girls start yelling at her to throw them some nuggets and some friend and some frosty's so like I always like to do I participate in this little game so I yell "hey Wendy throw me a whopper" there's an awkward silence right after this. whoppers are from burger king inst them?

Someone different

There's this boy I see every day. Hes different than everyone else. Sometimes I sit near the basketball court in lunch time and I look to the other side of the court and see this boy whos about 3 years younger than me sitting all alone with a pizza and a diet Pepsi in hand. Everyday his at that very spot just observing everyone who happens to walk by. He sits and he watches in silent all of the selfish teenagers around him. I get this feeling every time I pass by him that he sees pass all of the stuff that people usually looks in people. That makes me feel really special is like he doesn't stare at people he actually sees them. Some people make fun of him and he doesn't have friends. Sometimes people just laugh in his face and not in a good way. Hes so intelligent he uses this big words that nobody uses. Maybe the teachers and the students see him differently than I do. He makes me put a smile in my face, he seems content and happy with whom he is. Not many people can say that they are truly  content with whom they actually are but his always himself, no shame. He lives in his own world. One time he told me he was from another planet and at that very moment for an instant I wanted to be in his world because he doesn't really care what people think or when people make fun. Its like his trapped in a perfect world.

My very big dream

This may sound weird but I've created my future. Is all in my mind, right under my marriage with Johnny Depp. So I have this plan. Its not very radical but it will be magical. Theres a place, a place where I'm gonna go and I'm gonna meet different people and not the depressed keeping it all to them self that think there different. I mean real different people. I mean Indians. Whom I will talk to and I will learn their language and culture. I'm going to the amazon. Maybe you don't believe me when you read this. But I'm going to the amazon. I already have it all pictured in my mind. Maybe when I finish riding my books I'm going back to school and I'm gonna study anthropology and be a anthropologist wandering around the amazon. Seeing exotic animals, listening to the sounds of nature, in a boat in Santa Maria de la Lluvia. Ill be there for a long time getting in touch with nature like no one in my world does. I've wanted this for so long. I think my dream is beyond what people usually dream about but I always like to go outside the line for I think this world is filled with so many miracle places that is just waiting for you to discover it. The mysteries I will discover when I get there are beyond what you can imagine and the strange thing is that I'm already living my dream in my mind and the amazon is right there just waiting for me to get there.

Problems under my bed

Whats under my bed? well this is the place where I hide basically all of my stuff when I'm in desperate need to go out. So my mom starts yelling at me in the middle of the day telling me to clean my room witch I don't understand cause its not her room you know. Not necessarily what looks like a mess to her is a mess to me. So at that very moment when shes yelling at me I'm like fuck, I want to go out today. I take so long getting  ready to go out so I quote to myself "what the heck, I'm just gonna move my mess to another place" what better place to hide all your mess than under your bed? I know that no one is gonna look under a bad. First cause its not radical looking under someones bed and second its because of all those stories of the scary little girl under your bed that just freaks out all of us. I'm just saying that when there is a mess, there is a bed. Moving all of your mess under the bed its like protecting all of your problems all of your fears to a place where nobody is gonna look so nobody is gonna judge. Not even if you have rotten food under your bed.Their just hiding all of there issue and running away from them.Some day they'll wake up and have a ginormous ugly monster of problems and there isn't repellent for this monsters. Think people, this is not a neatness problem. This are real problems. People with no problems don't hide their shit under the bed.  So if at this very moment your thinking of the amount of stuff you hide under your bed I think you have problems, and you need a closet.

The love of my life

I wait for the call in the night. I've waited for years. I've imagined his voice at the other end. If he did call, how will I behave? Will I scream? Its not like me. I'm not a screamer. I cant actually remember the last time I screamed just to let it all out. Maybe Ill just collapse to the floor and start crying. Or maybe Ill just freeze. This guy, he is the love of my life. But people talk. They say horrible thing about him. The worst I've heard is when they say his sick. They say his mentally sick. I don't seem to care for he is that light that I will never get to. Sometimes I catch myself staring at the window wondering if I will ever see his light brown jeep pass by like it use to. So I try to take all those little pieces of love from the people around me to replace the one that got away.  I don't really talk much about him, mostly because I feel week just mentioning his name. I'm hurt. I'm hurt and its not fair! Its no fair that I don't get to have that love. Its not fair that I don't get to mention his name. Its not fair that I get ignored by him. What if he dies and I never got the chance to say goodbye? So i just keep quite not mentioning a word about him, even thought his in my mind every minute of the day. Sometimes I dream of going somewhere and just seeing him there wandering, exploring like he does, like he showed me. I remember one day we where going to a beach, as we put are stuff in the car and suddenly its starts raining so we sit in a bench under a really big umbrella just watching the rain. I now wish I could be those little drops of rain that looked like soldiers marching, brave and with a heart of stone. Its been 6 years since I last saw you and if you happen to see this know that I love you and that I forgive you. Till then daddy.

Facebook

I hate Facebook. The thought of Facebook makes me sick. I'm actually contradicting with myself  I  happen to have a Facebook of my own. Almost everyone does. Its suppose to be for interacting with your friends but the truth is that you become addicted to Facebook. You may not know it but (this apply mostly to teenagers)  just right now your world is revolving around Facebook. Of course it was great at first but then you started seeing yourself so hooked that when you logged out from your computer you logged in form your phone so some began to despise it. Facebook is pretty much a social network that owns every bit of the information that you have uploaded or posted.I mean everyone sees your shit from address to phone number. We might as well tell everyone where do we keep are extra hidden key and if will be home for the holidays. In Facebook people  "poke you". Imagine just walking around in the streets and someone you haven't seen nor talk to in years come to you and "pokes" you. So why is it so fun to poke people on Facebook? I honestly think is a fuking odd behavior. What is it with your mom, dad, teachers even your grandmother having an account on Facebook. This totally means you cant post pictures of your friends and you having the fun your family doesn't actually  know you have. So basically this takes away the fun that may exist on Facebook. Why do people keep on insisting in inviting you to the same group or event over and over again? "Ladies night @ brava", "Redcarpet @ Vatican". I mean I don't even have an ID, not a real one anyway. So they sent you this invitations like 20 times in a day a long with inbox! This is harassment. Another thing, what is up with the people that create a mayor inbox with all their 400 friends just because they lost their phone and they need desperately everybody's number when they actually had like 30 numbers on there phone. Their is also the people who add you because you are in the "people you may know" list. This basically says how 40% of your Facebook friends are the people you actually know. So sometimes I get this random friend request from people that don't even know me and I really don't know what am I suppose to do. I mean do I accept him? or do I just say thanks for the request but I prefer to meet people in the real world. You made a comment on a friends photo like 5 months ago and suddenly another person starts to comment it, so in a blink of an eye you have like 20 notifications of people commenting the photo. Fuck you Facebook! Fuck you imaginary friends! I just wanted to say the photo was pretty. We can actually say that Facebook is the only place where you can be married with someone and not be serious. But the most important reason why a dislike Facebook is the depression and low self esteem it causes to teenager just because they feel bad seeing threw Facebook a friends life that his not really leaving.

Society's view of what is beauty

Society is obsessed with perfection. Sometimes it seem like no matter what, beauty is being promoted everywhere. What are the standards for beauty? Is it a perfect body? If it is than, what is a perfect body? When did we became judges of beauty? Maybe we don't even know what beauty is and we just only see what generation after generation has portrayed us a beauty. We see it every day, magazines, news papers, TV shows our society's vision of what is beauty. In this world beauty is defined as a skinny almost skeleton like woman with tons of plastic surgery. I just wonder how have we've loosen are values? We have been thought to  stereotype people and not by the way they dress but how they are physically. How did we came to draw a table of what is ugly and what is pretty? How did we came to see the difference between them?  The human creation is beautiful. I don't think we need to stereotype humans as ugly, pretty or colored because we are nobody to judge others. So we go along threw life liking people for theyr appearance, we feel bad when we see someone we think is pretty because we compare ourselves to them thanks to the standards of what is beauty and what is not. So basically we live with people who only enjoy knowing what other people think about them physically and mentally and we don't realize that the only thing that matters is what we think of ourselves. I personally see people for what they are. A person is beautiful if he or she has moral values. A person is beautiful if he or she never judges anyone for who they are. A person is beautiful if he doesn't agree with what society thinks is beauty and what they think is ugly because everything that has been created by god is beautiful.

Free your mind for just 3 minutes...

This generation

You see them all come in, these big lumpin' boys, cant get in the school cafeteria fast enough. Something in them frees up inside of everyone when they come in here. They're animals wanting there feed. They'll take four, five plates of food and ask for extra refills and then eat tons of sweets. You can actually eat as much as you want since your paying for it. I've seen the boys down five or six bottles of Powerade. I hardly know if some of them ever eats vegetables. The food is good here, a little greasy but good. We have hot dogs, hamburgers, french fries, pizza. You can actually get whatever sandwich you want. Sometimes we even have burritos. They'll eat 5 at lunch. I've known these boys since kinder-garden and I couldn't say there a cheery of sunshine. The girls don't eat. Or if they do, they do it in secret. They go straight to buy a sandwich or something that wont make an ugly mess. So I sit where all the juniors are behind a column trying to eat a bite of my not-messy-sandwich. Ill tell you, even thought we have a uniform along with a dress code, these girls, they dress like tramps, with there tiny skirts and unbuttoned school shirts. I honestly don't know how the boys can act naturally around these chicks. Its like an episode of The OC in here. Its actually not so bad as I just portrayed it. Some people here are actually nice and really intelligent. Some don't realize there potential and some just don't have there feet on the ground these is why 90% of all my class swear on their life that there gonna be doctors I mean is this the class that misspelled YALE on diagnostic test last year? Unfortunately yes.