Masquerade Ball

The mask of being unreal. Is that even a mask? Is there such a thing as being unreal so you can please people? Aren't teenagers supposed to be these rebellious kind of kids? Aren't they supposed to be fake and not say what they really are thinking and feeling? Aren't they supposed to hide behind a mask of never showing how they really feel? I see the way adults are able to express their emotions without fear, and how some teenagers are afraid to speak their mind for fear of what people might think. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't say what's on her mind because of fear of what other people might think or how they might act. Wearing the mask of being unreal just seems easier then facing critisism and opening up. Wearing the mask is easier then being real, and maybe having people think you're a freak or embaressing you infront of the entire world, or at least everyone who knows what you just said. Sometimes your own over active imagination gets you into thinking that everyone would be happier if you just stayed your clone like self, even you becaus you would never have to face humilation or pain. Maybe it's easier just to act like the things that hurt you don't affect you at all and you can go onto being that unreal clone like robot that does everything to please people. Because if you step out of that box, maybe people will critize who you are and you'll retreat into that hole you just came out of. Maybe doing all that work to make sure your mask is always plastered on is easier then being real and, possibly, facing rejection or hurt or pain. Maybe the mask of being a robot is easier then being real with people. Maybe that's why I write. I can control everything, and I can be real and there's no chance of being told you failed or being hurt. There's no chance of being embaressed infront of the entire group of people that heard what you just said. It's one place where the mask of always having to please people can come off and I can just be myself. Maybe it's time that the mask of always trying to please people finally came off and I could be real and open. Maybe then I could always stop trying to please people and finally just be myself. Maybe it's time I took off the mask and left the masquerade ball. I put on the mask, I rushed around like a mad woman trying to please everyone, now I'm collapsing in a heap on the kitchen floor, and pulling off the mask and walking out the back door.

Real Life

This is the picture I'm using for the Real Life of Alisha. It was taken in Jasper this weekend. Just thought I'd let you all see it. Stay tuned for the actual page, with the picture, my mini interview, and the descriptive paragraph thing I wrote. :)

China's little girls

I'm doing a report on China for my English class. I learned some pretty interesting facts, like how long the great wall of China is, 8,850 km's, and that there are more then 8000 life sized terracotta warriors. I also learned some pretty sad news. Did you know that in China, sons are favored because they can carry on the family name, so 95% of the babies up for adoption in China are girls? Did you know that before the baby is born, the mother can test to see if her child is a boy or a girl. Abortion, Murder at birth, abandoned at an orphanage or kept but never registered, so it was like they never exsisted, are the families ways of getting rid of a girl, an unwanted child. Because of the one child policy in China, these are ways the family can get rid of the baby, like she never exsisted, and try again in hopes of a boy. Sometimes the child is just left alone to die, unless someone finds it before it takes it's final breaths. There are over 20 million boys in China that will not marry because of the lack of females in their country. That number rises by 1.5 million every year. At temples, expectant mother's pray that their child will be a boy, so that they may bring joy to their family. The result is that millions of nameless baby girls in China are just disapeering. If a parent has twins, they are allowed to keep both the children but usually can't afford it, sending one of their children to an orphanage. Some of the orphanages in China are nothing more then death camps, abandoning the children and letting them die, because they are girls. How scary is it that the baby girls in China are being killed, abandoned and given away, just because of something they had no control over, being born a girl.

In The Real Life Of...

ME!!! Yes, In the real life of Alisha. So, you all might remember Nancy Rue and her book series called RL, Real Life. Anyway, she's starting up a page for her teen readers to share their stuff. Each month, one of her readers is chosen to do a mini interview, put up a picture, and do a little bit of her writing, mostly just poetry or a small bit of a story, not a short story though cause we need to keep it under 100 words. Anyway, I was the first reader chosen! I'm working with Nancy right now to get everything set up and it should all be ready to go by October. I just sent in my Q and A and my "mini story" thing tonight. My story was basically just the story, or the first 99 word of a story, about a girl who feels lost in her life and really learns to trust. I had to pick and choose but I think I picked a really good piece for the page. I'm really excited about doing all this. I still have to submit a picture, I'll have to take a new one cause I don't have one of me when I have my hair like it is now, but I don't have to have it all in until the last day of September. I'll post it on here once I decide on a picture, and post a link once the page gets all up and running. I just wanted you all to share in my excitment. I'm really excited for this opportunity and ready to go! I can't wait until everything all get's up and running. Welcome, everyone, to the Real Life of Alisha!

Back to...

I started school today. I'm doing six subjects, Math, L.A, Science, Social Studies, Word Building (Aka spelling) and Missions. I was finished by lunch time today. It wasn't actually that bad and frustrating. I also had my first riding lesson for the year today. I get a new horse this year, his name is King. He's sort of a caramel color with a black mane and tail. Jaxon started preschool this morning. They went to the park and he met a friend who was "matching," (Meaning his friend had brown skin.) Back to schedule, back to routine. I was actually ready for school to start again, if that's even possible. :)

on September 11...

On September 11, 2001, I started my first day of Kindergarten
On September 11, 2001, I was mad because they interupted my kid shows to show a news report
On September 11, 2001, I put on my backpack and stood at the front door, waiting to go to school
On September 11, 2001, Airplaines hit the twin towers
On September 11, 2001, thousands, if not millions, of people died
On September 11, 2oo1, they stopped my kid shows to do coverage from the twin towers
On September 11, 2001, Families lost their sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, wives and husbands.
On September 11, 2001, Ground Zero was born.
On September 11, 2oo1, countries rallied together
On September 11, 2oo1, people frantically called their loved ones, hoping they would be alive
On September 11, 2001, some of them were not
On September 11, 2001, heroic men and women re-enlisted in the army, picked up their bags and flew to New York to help with the clean up, and lived amoung death
On September 11, 2001, it started out just like any other day, until the buildings started burning
On September 11, 2001, it is the day we all remember as 9/11
On September 11, We Remember

I did it, I did it, I did it

I'm eating ice cream, I'm eating ice cream. I got my two teeth out. The pulling of the teeth wasn't that bad but they just stopped bleeding. So I'm eating ice cream because my jaw hurts and I can't eat any hard foods for a bit. I did it, I did it, I did it!!!!

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, it's only a day away

Tomorrow. Well, it's the start, or the re start, or coffee break. That means getting up at some ridiculously early time, that probably starts with a 7, and eating breakfast and getting dressed and driving to the church so I can babysit some little kids, not sure what age group yet, hopefully the little ones, I did the older ones last year and was in the little kid nursery for like 2 weeks. It was so much easier. Anyway, at least I get payed. And it's fun, most of the time. And I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. Ok, in like 25 and a half hours. If playing with a whole bunch of kids doesn't make me crazy, maybe that will. Hopefully, I'll be able to maintain my sanity. Welcome to crazy.

The end of the begining

So, it's not about my trip but I thought I'd fill you guys in on what's been happening. Two days ago, I went to see Eat, Pray,Love, the new Julia Roberts movie. It was a pretty good movie, I liked it. I liked the way it showed the lessons that Julia's character, Liz, learned throughout the movie. Yesterday, we all went to collect bales. I drove the truck and only hit one person. Ok, It was my first time driving by myself (Gas peddle and all) and, in my defense, my dad said to go. how was i supposed to know that my brother was behind the trailer when I hit the gas? Well, he wasn't hurt too badly, he was still walking. :) This morning, I went to the orthodontist. I have to get two teeth pulled next Wednesday, and maybe, braces. I think, if my teeth aren't bothering me, then why fix them, but I didn't major in dental school now did I? I got my hair cut today. It's short again, but not too short. It's sort of to the middle of my ears, and all choppy like. It's really confusing to explain. We're going camping tomorrow. We picked up the camper today. And I finished the book I'm writing last night. It was the last one in the series. So exciting! It's the end of the begining. Can't wait to see what I'll come up with next :)