Finals!!!

I just finished my math final! It was really, really hard! I couldn't remember how to do some of the equations and it counts for two test grades!!!!!!!!!!


I also did my earth science test and that took me almost the whole hour and a half that we had. It was easier then I thought it was going to be. It was just really long. There was 105 questions!!!!!



Here are some Redhead Facts!!!

Less than four percent of the world's population has naturally red hair.
30% of women that die their hair choose red.
Red hair is a genetic mutation.(How I'm a mutant!)
A study in 2002 found that redheads need 20% more anesthesia than other people. They are also prone to waking up during surgery.(I had to get novacaine 3 times, and it still didn't work all the way)
Redheads don't get gray hair. They fade to blonde and then eventually to white.
When people call themselves "redheaded stepchild" they mean that they are treated badly.(Eek! I'm actually a redhead and I'm a stepchild!!!!!! But I'm not treated badly)
"You'd find it easier to be bad then good if you have red hair. Poeple who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is." -Anne of Green Gables

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
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The Dream Keeper

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I might wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world
-Langston Hughes

Thank you Dani for these awesome poems!!! I really, really like the one by Langston Hughes. These are super cool. Listen to this song my friend recommended to me!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_90eOj6iWXI

Sorry!

Sorry for not posting a blog yesterday!!!My laptop kept saying my start-up disk was full and when I tried to restart it, it wouldn't turn back on!!! I have finals this week so I was really mad at my laptop :) Oh! Here's another poem.

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.

Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’

Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!

So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
-Mark R. Slaughter



That has been my life ever since I started studying for finals last week! Ugh!

Something You Might Like

Here are some poems that I really love. I thought you might enjoy them too :)

Hope is the Thing with Feathers
By: Emily Dickinson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
- Mary Frye
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DREAMS
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
by Langston Hughes
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Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good Morning!" and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine -- we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.
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The place where the sidewalk ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Emily Dickinson is my favorite poet. I really, really enjoy reading what she wrote.

How do you see it?

Here is a poem that I read in a book once. I memorized because I found it interesting. In one light it may seem like a happy ending, with the land being free of danger. In another light it may seem like the land will meet the end. Here is the poem.

Sisters four with poison breath,
Bring the land a long slow death,
But death comes swiftly if you dare,
To find each sisters' hidden lair.
Their songs' like secret rivers flow,
To hold the peril deep below,
And if at least their voices cease,
The land will find a final peace.
-Emily Rodda

So what do you think? Good or bad? I'm not going to say what it turned out to be in the book because I think everyone should be able to see it in their own way.

Heyyyyy its me nicoli oli!!!!!!!

Heyyyy, so i'm haley's best buddy and i am secretly writing as we speak. And it's really fun, and you will be seeing my work on july 2nd on sallys blog. You can visit my blog at www.smilethroughthewind.blogger.com enjoy!!! (Nicole is a weirdo! But I love her! She did this when I was doing part of my final. Also look at thecornetcrazie.blogspot.com)

Chilling in Gym Class

I'm sitting in Gym Class with my buds. We're waiting to start out Gym Finals. Haveing finals in gym is really, really ridiculous. Some gym teachers take offense to being called gym teachers. They like to think the they teach Physical Education. In Gym Class we don't learn a lot and they don't try to make us participate. Some people just stand around and watch the game play. In my opinion, we shouldn't have to do Gym Class. Students choose the sports they want in teams and in Rec. Sports after school.