Classification Essay~ “Sisterly Trends”

Blogger’s Notes: I REALLY hated this essay. Worst. Essay. Type. Ever. I had no idea what to write about so I wrote this nonsense. When I find out my grade I will post it in here. Future notice I will never do a classfication essay EVER again unless I really have to. So yeah crappy essay and I’m being daring by putting it online. I seem to only be daring with my words not my actions. Although jumping out of an airplane is something I consider foolish. Also this is all just crap I made up for the sake of the grade.

 

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Growing up knowing that you have two other sisters besides the one you already have is quite different than living with all of them. The other two seem like distant family or just an acquaintance, because I haven’t lived with them nor talk to them often. As I met them and other sisters I began to notice a trend in each sisterly figure and during every interaction I noticed that they fell into three categories: the Go-to-Gals, the Avoiders, or the Wannas.

 

The Go-to-Gals are more tomboyish and don’t get overly complicated with their clothing choices. She usually wears bright-colored casual clothes such as a simple yellow shirt and a pair of jeans accompanied by a pair of sneakers. Her hair is short and generally pulled back in a ponytail while wearing little to no makeup. Although she may be an extremely talkative person she is the best to go to for any situation, because she was a great listener while always being optimistic regardless how grim the circumstance could be. She may be able to help everyone with their problems, but she is rather indecisive about her own while maintaining a friendly attitude towards everything. Sarah, the eldest sister of mine, has helped me alone with everyone around her, but she is rather irresolute with what she wanted to do with her own life. She is now married with one child and another on the way while working a minimum wage job. Although she may have chosen that life and I haven’t realized it, but she has always seemed indecisive.

 

Avoiders are the ones I can relate with the most, because I generally have the same outlook on life. If we absolutely wanted to put her in a “clique” she would fall under the Geeks or the Goths. The Avoider usually wears darker colored clothes while the style ranges from Gothic to casual. Most people would consider the Avoider as a punk or someone with a psychiatric problem. She is an unclear loner that works hard to keep the attention off of her while exhibiting a depressive “don’t care” attitude. Her family interactions are minimal for she spends most of her time reading or brooding in her thoughts. I could not tell you much of the second oldest, because she has cut off most if not all the family ties. She doesn’t even speak to her actual sister, Sarah. Anna is a pure mystery to everyone except maybe for those who do get to associate with her. The last thing that I have heard of her was that she was twenty-two now and baby-sits for a family friend.

 

The annoying Wannas want to be the center of attention so bad that they actually crave it to the point that she truly goes out of her way to get it. She tries her best to fit in with other people by wearing the brand-name clothes while being extremely worried of what they were thinking of her. Over processed hair and too much make up usually marks the desperation.  Her personality is far too stubborn to listen to the fact that she doesn’t listen to the fact that she doesn’t need any of that. Also during these attempts of attention-grabbing she loses sight of herself and doesn’t show her true self. Instead of showing off her talents and beliefs she shows off the shallow side of herself that no one wants to see. The one sister that actually lives with me, Alice, is in the band, but wants to be on a sports team hoping that would get her into the “circle”. She is always constantly in my face about everything. She asks me every so often what to wear and I give her the honest opinion of “I don’t care, but you should do what you want to do, not what someone else tells you to do.” I do find it amusing about how she complains about the people in the “circle”, but wants to be in it. Alice often ignores what my mother and I say about the whole thing, but I do admire her determination while wishing she would put this effort elsewhere.

 

Not every sister is going to fall under one category, because you could have combinations due to the fact people are different. I find it odd how I am a Go-to-Gal and an Avoider while Alice is strictly a Wanna, but shows a little bit of the Go-to-Gal in her. I believe because of these differences in each of us makes it easier for us to get along with each other when the time is right. Thanks to these trends I know what to do. So whether it is a Go-to-Gal or a Wanna I have a pretty good idea of how to deal with each of them.

 

 

Everything

A lot has happened since I last wrote something just upon myself. I can’t even remember the last thing I wrote about my life. Pretty sad, ne? But anyway…

I have been going to college for the past few weeks and everything seems to be pretty peachy. Classes have been going along fine and I have found an organization to be a part of. Vice president, no less. But there is problems that I am still trying to sort out. Lately I have had sleep deprivation and would catch up on my “sleep debt” on days I didn’t have classes or something urgent to complete. I would typically only get 2 to 3 hours of sleep trying to get things done and prepared for the next time I have a particular class. Friday night, Alexiel told me he thought my methodology was foolish, because at the time I had only 2 hours of sleep to go on and I was contemplating my options of what to do, whether it be staying up and completing a chapter in Psychology or go to sleep. He told me I should sleep. I have to say the only other person aside to my parents that can practically tell me what to do at a point that I near exhaustion or I am being foolish is him. I can’t really explain that.

Anyway, my problem is my time management and I guess it is because I don’t really have a structured schedule. I have found I work better at the campus library, because it is QUIET! I cannot get this at my home at all. I’ve tried to take naps and it is interrupted by one thing or another. I can take one when either no one is home or the other occupants leave me alone long enough for one. I can sleep through TV and such, but not the human element. Pretty much I have to try to cram everything on campus, because it basically makes it easier on me when I’m not. I don’t have to worry about it.

Alexiel, like many others, have noted that I am very stressed. Although Alexiel noted that I stress over every little thing and that it isn’t necessary to do so. Phone conversations are good for more than one thing. Haha, anyway… I try to deny that I don’t have stress and it was after he said that that I did realize that it was true, that I do stress over every little thing. I guess being the outside body you would notice. He gave me a few pointers as to what I should do. He suggested not to worry about every little thing, for one. I made excuses, of course, which backfired due to the fact he always had a counter on hand. Amazing how he could find one, but I guess most of it is common sense. I must lack that if contemplate what to do on only two hours of sleep.

I have said and still do think this: I have been overloaded and been smacked with this new life so very suddenly. This he told me a little story about someone in his life that felt as I did to which he had suggested to her that if she felt that way that she needed to make the decision of sticking it out or going home. Well, she did the latter and now works full-time and for some strange reason her parents blamed him for it, but she made her decision. It is her fault, not Alexiel’s. Sad how they always found him at fault, but anyway. I told him my decision of sticking it out, but I can’t exactly do this alone. Thing is, I know I’m not alone as long as I have him there pulling for me. I have to laugh now, because he told me that he wouldn’t baby me through college. He never had that happen to him, so I figure I might as well go through the same fate. I say I’ll laugh now for I believe I will be thanking him later for not babying me through.

From an earlier discussed topic between Alexiel and I is now taking its effect this weekend. Time alone. We had agreed at the time it was discussed that it was good to have time alone and that if we didn’t think that there is something definitely wrong.  I believe, he like myself, take this weekend as an opportunity of being alone. I have to admit I wanted to call him today, but what stopped me is what is going on currently with him and the opportunity. My sister was trying her best to get me to, but I kept on insisting no. I had almost turned it off, but what one of my friends said to me registered. It is one of those “just-in-case” things. Just in case he gets hurt or if he wanted to call. I told him I doubted this, because if I know Alexiel’s mentality as well as I think that I do and if it is running like mine is right now; this is an opportunity to be alone.

I have to admit at sometimes it scares me about how similar our minds can run at times while others they are far apart. Although they aren’t far apart often. We usually find something to discuss that won’t cause us to be heated up about. Politics is one topic we avoid now, because we will never see eye to eye on it. And so be it. He is entitled to his own opinion just as I am. Other than that, we normally don’t argue, which most find it strange. If we do get hot and bothered we just discuss what is bothering us and try to solve whatever it is. I notice this connection and I cannot tell you if he can, but it is for real. Seems too perfect, ne?

I do have to say there is a lot of me you do not know, nor will you ever. That information is really only for the closest of friends, which the only one who watches my blog is Alexiel, as far as I know. None of my other friends have ever mentioned that they do read it. Once would be good enough, but eh… what am I to do.

I believe my next entry will be on a form of social networking site that is pretty handy, you’ll see. Thanks for reading.

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Narrative Essay

 

Extinct Constitution

“ ‘We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish the Constitution for the United States of America.’ ”            

My voice was light and crisp yet robust as it rang throughout the small study. I didn’t need to read the Preamble from a book because I had long before now memorized those words. What drove me to want to read from it were the sensations. The feelings were so intense that the want became a need. I began to crave the feel of the page’s texture under my fingers and whenever I would touch them, excitement escalated through me.

I carefully closed the book and studied its tattered appearance. The ornate gold lettering had been worn away by time and use. Its pages were delicately fragile yet so strong and meaningful. The words on them were what gave the book its position in my life, but all the while they were forgotten by others and sadly not too long ago.

I had wondered a long time ago at how that could be. Unfortunately, I could only think of two words to answer the heavy question of why:  big government. Both words alone summarized our history well enough without need of much detail. Our government tried its best to make a big name of itself by making the People rely on it far too much. It was all a sham, telling us lies that it would be perfectly fine if we didn’t work because they “would take care of us”. To the “high and mighty” politicians there really wasn’t any reason to necessitate concern. This very thought process had equaled to the worst time periods of the nation’s history with the exception of the past fifty-four years of saving the country from its own malicious hands.

I gently placed the book onto the table for it to sit on its own. I glanced into the young boy’s sparkling blue eyes then opened my mouth to speak again. “I know far too many people who would think of this book as a relic and believe that its not worth keeping. To me, its worth more than its weight in gold. This “relic” was owned by the very man who started the great revolution a hundred and forty-two years ago, Kyle Henry, an inspiration to all generations of the Reformist Party. Both the media and the government tried to squelch us out of existence, but they never succeeded, did they?”

A soft smile had crept onto my face as he merely shook his head.  He stood up gingerly then walked over to the farthest bookcase in the room.  He pulled  out a thick book then began brushing it off as he walked back.  From where I sat I caught a glimpse of the glittering silver title in the dim light.  “Reformation…” I whispered. “Mark, you would be amazed about how well written that is. Kyle made it seem like you were actually there.” He grinned excitedly. “So you wouldn’t mind if I borrowed it?” His voice mimicked his face. I couldn’t possibly ruin that. As soon as I spoke of my indifference, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders in a tight hug. “Now if only you were this excited about math,” I said, laughing while returning the hug. “Grandma, please, math is no where near as exciting as the American history.”

My smile had widened as pride began to pour out of my heart and myself. “Well, why don’t you go read tat while I finish up some important matters?” He nodded then stormed out of the room. I went over to my desk and started reading through some papers on a new tax reformation, but my mind would not focus on the words in the slightest. At first it was trivial things, like dinner and shopping, but then progressed to a reflection.

The reflection had backtracked all the way back to that ever so crucial election in 2008, but somehow it seemed so trivial when you actually looked at how people voted for it. Race or gender seemed like an awful waste of a vote.  For some reason it swayed them and it always puzzled me.  It has made me wonder why would someone want to put there country in danger due to their preferences of the candidates’ outer shell.  Why would they want to cause a war amongst everyone and a further collapsed government for that? It seemed rather ridiculous.

It puzzled me about how we had two wars going on, but the Second Civil War was easier to end. There are still a few racists and thankfully fewer than ever before. I’m not about to question a good thing such as this. The war of Reformation is a seemingly endless battle that we continue to this day, because there are still people out there trying to get what is “rightfully theirs”. I laugh at first then ask the person if they missed my Presidential address on Welfare. The answer from every single person is always the same:  “No, I watched it all right, but I was just hoping you would make me an exception.” My answer has been a variation of: “No, and if I made you an exception then I would have to make everyone else before and after you an exception bringing down this country once again. So no, but I can kindly escort you to an employment office and help you find a job. Besides, you, like everyone else, seems to forget that the Welfare system is no longer intact. It. Is. Gone.”

I find this to be a mixture of amusing, saddening, and a bother to see how many still believe they can get by scotch free out of the “kindness” of the government’s heart. Last I had checked it nowhere said in the Constitution that I had to be charitable by giving free money away when running a country. I seem to remember that it was the church’s job or the several thousand charities that have just been revived.

 I had considered the possibility of a new address on the issue while emphasizing the lack of federal funding due to the fact we are attempting to pay off the debt we have that is beyond any word with an –illion in it. Many seem to forget that we just came out of the Second Great Depression and it was far worse than the first. Running from 2016 to 2096, conditions had gotten steadily worse over time. The People still looking for the government to come save them and some died for that. I was not about to allow that to overcome our country again.

The term “progressive” was often referring to the Welfare system, but now it refers to the Department of Science and Technology. During the Second Great Depression all progression had stopped, because everyone who would have progressed us further into the technological world was far too concerned about their next meal or if they were going to live to see the next day.

I have to say we, as a nation, were surprised that the world, itself, didn’t try to take advantage of our disposition. There are numerous theories as to why. Theories on pity smitten them or they saw that we were enough to destroy ourselves. Reformists theorized that the world had too many of its own problems that there wasn’t anything they had left to come take America out.

I attempted to refocus my attention back to the papers, but a knock on the door kept me from doing so. My grandson’s bright face peaked around the door. “Hey Grandma…” His voice held a small tinge of sorrow in it. I signaled for him to come closer. “I have to go.” He held out the book with great hesitation, but pulled it back slightly when I shook my head. “Take it with you. You have yet to finish it, I suppose, but let me ask you something. What have you learned from Kyle Henry thus far?”

He hugged the book close to his person, tightly, as he thought of what to say.  “Hm… To summarize it… Don’t give to those who don’t do, because they are perfectly capable of doing. If you do then expect severe repercussions for these actions and also expect those for the liberty of this country to fight for it.” 

I nodded while ruffling his soft hair.  “Exactly, but I do believe you already knew that, I guess you were just reinforcing it. Now, let’s go hand you off to your parents.” I stood up then draped an arm about his shoulders as I lead him out of the study. “You will make a fine president some day,” I said as we walked down the corridor.  “I’ll make you proud.”  My face soon beamed with pride from what he said. I could just imagine his campaign from this point in time. “Just remember these words spoken in the year of 1775 and they will pull you through: ‘Give me liberty or give me death’.” We may finally be at liberty’s gates. I thought as I waved good-bye.

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This is inspiration for my next story, Extinct Constitution. I don’t know when I’ll get around to writing the prologue, but I’ll get to it.