I am.

All values are important; everyone who has ever touched my life in some way was a mentor for good or bad. Life is a blend, and a person is a blend of all the influences that have touched their lives.

- General Colin Powell

As I come to the end of my Junior year I pick up that old a scrap book.  As I flip through photos I take a moment to reminisce on the days that turned into laughs that turned into tears that turned into hugs that created a friendship that ended a relationship that presented new opportunities, opened new doors and closed old ones.  Throughout this year I have surrounded myself with introverts and extroverts, Intimidators, procrastinator’s go-getter’s and never betters’.  I have been tested on my ability to succeed this year.  I have survived the infamous, rigorous yet respected anatomy course.  I reconnected with an older than time family friend Spanish.  I have been motivated by American United States History.  Above all I have been fortunate to have more than 1 mentor find me.  This year I was Captain of the Varsity Swim team I conquered pessimists and obstacles I won patches and I made a name for myself.  While all that is fine and dandy. One day I won’t remember who disapproved of me, or who made me upset, bad times come and go.  I will remember however the faces that looked up to me, the feeling of coming in first place,  Getting high on life rather than drugs.  Making friends going to sleepovers’ enjoying my youth and upholding my morals

And with that I stand here now bruised from those knocked me down, Helped up by those who believed in me.  Strong because sometimes I needed to pick up the pieces dizzy because everyone has their ups and downs Proud because I have upheld my morals, and tired because it’s 10 at night.  With that said I turn a new page and label It Senior year.  I am not scared I’m anxious, I’m prepared for what’s to come.  Above all I am determined.

Sugar Spice and everything April

It was to my surprise after my sister was born that she can not yet play with me and understands me.  All she was capable of doing was eating sleeping and perform her biological needs for the first 2 years of her life.  When she finally understood my intentions and definition of the words “fun” and “play”.  She was old news, I was bored of her but unlike a toy I couldn’t just put her up for sale.  Susan Scarf Merrell once said our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.

                My family and I used to live in Los Angeles in a small home I used to share a room with my sister.  I remember hating her and I would commit acts of unfairness out of jealousy and anger and irritation. But even then when I thought it was a void for me she was bonding with me.  I used to be scared to take showers by myself, so shed sit in the bathroom assuring me the monsters could not get to me.  Gradually I began realizing that she had more to offer than just what I believed to be nothing.  And it was never that my sister and I hated each other.  It was that I didn’t understand. We were not compatible age wise, and we never would be.  But gradually it hit me that we didn’t need to be she would never be my best friend from school I would never share notes in class with her, or have sleepovers with or share rumors and secrets with her.  Nope, but better yet she could and would be my best friend everywhere. We would never have the opportunity to share a class (lucky for the teacher); we’d be the most disruptive bundle.  We wouldn’t need sleepover’s we live under the same roof but if she ever had a nightmare she was welcome to sleep with me.  Furthermore I would never share secrets with my sister because there would not be anything that I knew that she would not.  Now we live in Palmdale were we each have our own rooms, ironically they’re not necessary anymore.  My sister has taught be about myself and just like the movie...She is my keeper.

Fighting for Peace is like screwing for virginity..impossible

Herodotus once said in peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.  What a waste.  Personally I believe that Man has no right to send young men and women to war.  The choice should be handled by a woman.  A man has never known what it’s like giving birth to a child it’s that invisible string that connects mother and child.  Wars never confirm who’s right; they only confirm who’s left.  I say those politicians sending our men and women to fight for our country at the expense of their life should be given a gun and dropped in the center of battlefield.  I’d Like to see a congressman’s son/daughter out there fighting for a country, that is too self centered to acknowledge that while they’re sleeping like rocks ,a mothers child is out fighting for his life and over problems he never had any say over anyways.  So for all you war hawks out there.  Tomorrow when you wake up take a good look at your husband wife child.  Hold your new borns tight.  Because one day they might just walk out that door..And never come back.

Who are the real criminals?

"Many laws certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws”.  ~Walter Savage Landor, Imaginary Conversations.  This is an accurate quote to consider when questioning who are the true criminals in society . Why just the other day I was walking home from swim practice.  I waited patiently for my signal, to cross a 3 way intersection. As I was crossing the street I was nearly ran over by a police car who obviously had no intention at halting, had it not been for quick reflex that cop could have hit me with the corner of his bumper and injured my right leg, once I reached the sidewalk he still had a red light, but that didn’t stop him from taking off early without sirens, without cause.  This however has not been the 1^st time my family and I have witnessed an act of corruptness.  According to my data, cases range from committing man slaughter and getting away with it.  To racial and sexual and emotional harassment. I do not mean to imply that all police are corrupt I just mean to imply that there are 2 types of criminals in this world, and the ones that pose the biggest threat in my opinion are those who believe they are above the law

            Policemen are formally thought of as in service of the law, they are men who choose to put their life on the line everyday to serve our society.  So what causes a man who began with good intentions to take part in such inappropriate behavior?  Logically speaking I would think it had to do mostly with the web of connections that comes gift wrapped along with their uniform.  Their comes a time, I’m almost sure when cops stray away from the oath they took to uphold the law and feel as though they have enough power to enforce laws of their own upon citizens who stand no chance against the big bad wolves.  We the U.S citizens live in a democracy, in which we have the right and we have the power.  Why is it that we allow ourselves to be subjugated to such unethical treatment?  We hold in our hands the right of impeachment; we as a whole can veto laws.  I think it’s time that those who signed up to serve, stop being those who dictate they don’t need to be the ideal cop but they do need to take responsibility and put into practice the qualities they claimed to posses. Such as integrity, responsibility, courage, prudence, and trust.  By the same token we need to become active citizens enforcing and holding people responsible for their actions.  Including those with a badge.  The best way to end corruption is to never let it start. Be active, be courageous, and report it.  Let’s work towards a better tomorrow today.