Cabbages Cabbages
Oh where are the cabbages They are over here The cabbages! The cabbages! I will buy a single cabbage single cabbage single cabbage? Why only one cabbage? I am poor The cabbages are very green are very green you should buy more I cannot I am poor Take your cabbage then and eat it and eat with Joy. Oh Cabbages Oh Cabbages Oh Cabbages How I love my Cabbages. How I love my Cabbages.
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A Boy in the Eyes of Everyone “You are not everyone,” is a simple phrase that frequently was articulated by my dad. More often than not, he would use this phrase when I compared myself to everyone else, and that he knew I could do better than what I did. Continuously, he pointed out that we are all different, and we should strive to be the best that we can be. However, back then, I was not a fan of this phrase. Certainly, I didn’t like to compare myself to everyone, but still, everyone else made the same mistakes I did. Of course, this phrase was later slapped in my face, and I ended up understanding it the hard way. One beautiful morning, I woke up with a smile on my face. Friday had finally arrived. On the bus ride to school, I thought about all the possibilities I could do during that weekend. I planned on sitting around, watching some movies, playing games with friends, and, most importantly, sleeping in. The day was starting just right. However, that changed later in the afternoon, when I entered my physical science class. The moment I took my first step in the classroom, I realized we had a test that day. That day suddenly felt like it was going to be my last. Sitting at my desk, I was a nervous wreck. I was squirming back and forth; sweat enveloping my hand. Every time I reached for the pencil, it would slip right through my fingers and hit the desk with a clumping noise. All of a sudden, the teacher began to hand out the test. He did this extremely slowly though, so the anxiety of the test finally reaching me was building up inside. I was literally quaking until I saw the light paper softly hit my desk. Tranquility hit me at the moment, and I told myself that this is not the end of the world. If I do bad on one test, who cares. A couple of days later, after I took that dismal test, my dad picked me up from school. Rampant with what we were going to do in fantasy football that week, my dad and I filled the car with what trades we should make and who we should sign from waivers. However, when we reached a red light, I decided to check PowerSchool on how I did for the test. Painfully, my physical science grade dropped, but I ended up getting a C+ on the test, which I was pretty proud of with the amount of studying I did. Still, I knew my dad would not be too pleased. I looked at him with reluctant eyes, knowing that he was going to check powerschool sooner or later and see that superb grade of mine. Somewhat frightened, I did the only thing I could do. I looked at him and said, “Dad, I got a C+ on my physical sciences test.” My dad, probably a little deaf in both ears and had forgotten I had a test asked, “What?” I continued and said, “Everyone did bad, dad. It was a really hard test.” He went silent and whipped his head at me with stern eyes. I knew I was screwed in that moment. I thought my world was actually going to end, but not for the reason you think. Plainfully, he asked me, “what do I always say.” Realizing my mistake, I looked forward, my face dark with green light shining on it. Something you should know
is that as a child, I would sit and watch TV. I watched all of my favorite shows: Teen titans, Phineas and Ferb, Mickey Mouse, and Little Einsteins. I would watch until those melancholy dog commercials would appear. I would scurry for the remote, trying to turn off the TV as fast as possible. To hope I would never have to see such a painful commercial. I felt so bad for those dog that every bone in my body would tingle. All I wanted to do was to free those dogs of their sadness and misery. I have devoured
the fruit snacks hiding in the draw. Bag after bag they crumpled to my knees Forgive me they were so rich and so tasty Be fake
Fake personality Fake laugh Fake smile Fake identity Fake identity Fake identity --Studies show that most people hide who they truly are-- Outrages Nonsense You should have seen this coming You made me who I am Your idealistic values ruined me I see who you want me to be I acted as this person I don't even know I dealt with not knowing who I am truly am in my school my head my life my existence Outrages Nonsense My parents can't find me My friends can't find me My outstanding, loving, naive dogs can't find me So I changed the rules I had to open myself somehow Why not show them who you truly are Huh? Oh, today I am actually happy, Dad Be fake Nonsense You
are too lost in your own thoughts to care about the people around you You talk the BIG talk but you don't walk the BIG walk Your dog looks up at you with his happy face proud to be your friend When I was a little boy, around 3 or 4, my family and I lived in Lansing. In that era my mom would occasionally wash her 2008 white Grand Prix in our driveway, instead of taking it to a car wash. I never watched, helped, or was interested in my mom's personal car cleaning service. Usually, I would be inside doing what any 3 or 4 year old would normally be doing: sleeping, eating, or pooping. However, a certain day arose. That day was the day the sun shined brighter than it ever would. That day, I decided to peer through a simple window and watch my mom clean her car.
Through the shimmering window I saw what I thought was X on the map; my mom washing her car as if it was her child. For some reason, cleaning the automobile interested me, and I wanted to do the same with my action fingers. These action figures were the prize of my possession. I would play with them daily, non-stop, some might even say. I thought of them as good friends, even though they were inanimate objects. Additionally, not once have I ever cleaned them or showed them any love. I would make them fight one another; beating each other to a pulp. Now back then, I was having a great time; however, I never once pondered if my action figures were. I was treating them without empathy or respect; and you might say that's weird to treat objects that aren't even alive with love, but that is just how I felt after I watched my mom clean her car with such care. So, I decided to get up, grab my action figures, and get some cleaning done. I first went to find the perfect bucket. After searching for what felt like hours, but had only been 5 minutes, I had found the bucket I needed. I quickly filled it up with water and any soap I could find. After that, I went to grab my action figures. Lumbering down my hallway, In one hand I had a bucket filled with soap that was spewing over the edges, and in the other, my action figures were hanging from my fingers like a man hanging from a cliff. I set my perfect bucket down, now harnessing the ability to open the front door. Lifting the heavy, soap-filled bucket back up, I took one small step for man. Standing through the gateway of my door, I looked downwards and thought to myself, "am I really going to do this?" Putting both feet into the outside world, I walk towards my mom. She looked over at me, curious about what I was doing; however, she did not ask. As I finally approached her, I set the bucket down, the soapy water splashing around in a circular motion. I brought one action figure up into the shining light and swished him down into the murky water below. Dipping the action figure over and over, I eventually realized that I should get a small pool and throw them all in. Fortunately, we had just that. In our garage we had a little kitty pool that would do just the job. Once the small pool was out into the swaying grass, I went over to grab the hose. I picked it up and began spraying my mom with such vigor you would have thought I was a little maniac. After that, I filled up the little pool. I then swooped up all my action figures at once and threw them with great force into the water. I also dumped the whole bucket of soapy water into the pool, to make them extra clean. With them floating, clean and shiny, I finally showed care to my action figures and this gave me the biggest smile a child could have. I Am Calm
I am calm but do not prod for it is anger that will be consumed momentarily and with many words I will say something we both regret 1. Distancing
2. Relaxing 3. Moving Forward 2020, with the year that it currently is, has been no fun for anyone. We have had to stay home, away from friends, family, everyone we had not been in contact with since the pandemic. However in this darkness I managed to find some light. The distancing that we all have hopefully done made me grow as a person. Somehow it seems that through the midst of 2020, I have been able to learn more about myself than I thought I ever could. Even though the distancing has been tough, in the end it will be well worth it. Man, 2020 has been a bad year. However, the school year has been surreal, as school was cancelled early, until later this year when it started in August. This extended time without school was one of the most relaxing times I have ever encountered in my older age. I have been able to stay up as late as I want and sleep in as late as I want. I have been able to live a stress free year. Now I know for the rest of the world that this is untrue. Many people have lost their jobs, their homes, and even a loved one. It is time to move forward. We must not reminisce on the past, and ponder what could be; instead, we must move forward with our lives. Even though these times have been tough, there will always be a tomorrow to make it better. |
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