Sunday, October 25, 2009

I Don't Think So...(Heroes of America essay)

Merriam Webster’s Dictionary defines a Hero as a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities. I’d have to disagree with Merriam. Who are common assumed heroes? The president? Football or Basketball Players? ‘Hot’ actors? Those people, in most cases, are not even close to what a hero is. They’re just people who earn big salaries for having small skills that aren’t useful in the real world. I mean no disrespect to those people. They are smart, respected men and women who pursue their dreams. Just far from my definition of a hero.
There are many heroes in America, and in any other country for that matter. Just not your usual, clichéd heroes. Our heroes are the single parents, who do what they have to do to take care of themselves and their kid(s). Our heroes are the men and women who have crap jobs, but continue to show up to work so they can support their families. Our heroes are Pastors who overall get paid less than minimum wage, and only put up with it because they‘re doing something they love and believe in. Our heroes are the teachers who attempt to teach us things, when majority of the time, we don’t care. Our heroes are the parents that when their children do totally stupid, irresponsible things, they refrain from smacking them. Our heroes are labor workers. The people who fix our sinks, toilets, roofs, fences, etc. because we don’t possess the skills to do so. Those are our heroes, America.
Why? They are our heroes because they care about themselves and others. People who own and operate soup kitchens are our heroes because doing what they do does nothing for them except give them the satisfaction of knowing they are doing something good for unfortunate people, unlike most Americans. Our heroes are not the ‘rock stars’ who help people and then brag about it, but the celebrities who help people when no one is watching. Our heroes are the men and women who fight for our country. They risk their lives to ensure ours. People fighting a war they had nothing to do with, and usually, don’t agree with. Those are our most important heroes, America.
Our heroes are public transportation employees. In all seriousness, driving a bus around for eight hours, picking up a lot of rude riders, cannot be a good day. But yet they put up with it. It could be for the paycheck, or it could be for the better of the community. To benefit people who don’t drive. Superheroes, from films, are a perfect example of a true hero. A masked person, who genuinely just likes helping people since no one knows who it truly is. No credit, just honest help. People like that our are heroes, America.
Everyone has a hero figure in their life. Whether it be police officers, firemen(or women), parents, teachers, or someone different. Each one of them are special in their own individual way and we all appreciate them in different ways. Heroes are here to help, and we all have to remember that.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Rough draft of narrative..

So, Dionna and I are pretty much inseparable. She is the best friend a person could ask for. I really have no clue how we even became friends but this night definitely made the friendship final. It was a Friday night, and it was the first night we had ever spent together. Which we had planned to be total and utter chaos. Translation: complete blast. Speaking of planning, we had been planning this for weeks. Anywhere from Biology to via text message. This was going to be THE best night. Her parents picked me up that night from Donna’s house and the night had started.
We just hung out for awhile at first. Talking, laughing, and such. But then the real fun began. Our minds went crazy with ideas, which is never a good thing when we’re together. We decided that duct tape would be the item of choice that night. Her parents had went to bed and it was just me, her, and her sister, Kylie, left up. That meant pure fun and pure trouble.
We got the camera and started with the arms. With the camera in Kylie’s hands, Dionna and I began taping our legs together. My right to her left. It was a mess. Even know we had the tape on over clothing it hurt so much when we pulled it off. We stumbled around the house for a good twenty minutes while Kylie snapped pictures and videos every other second. We almost fell over many times and rested many more. After all of this, it was time to remove the tape.
After many quick rips of tape from cloth, it was all over. And the arms began. Being the people that we are, we never even begun to think about the consequences of having arm hair, which we had very little of after the process. It started off fun and stayed that way until time for removal. That part was so not fun. We laughed and cried while getting a free arm wax. Hahahahahah. The end!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

It's a party in the usaaaaaaay!

I need to have something in here Very soon so I'll write about random things that come to mind. Halloween is closer and closer. It's beyond exciting! I think I might just pass out candy this year instead of dressing up and hanging out with friends while having a fantastic time. It's also getting super duper cold. Which I love and hate at the same time. The cold and I have a love hate relationship, always have. I tried to watch Sunshine last night, for the second time. But I fell asleep! All I want to do is understand that freakin' movie. I love it when all the leaves are falling, it's beautiful. And wonderful for pictures. That is all for now. :)

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

:)

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."