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An amazing poem

“A friend like you is like no other friend
A friend like you is a friend i dont regret meeting
A friend like you is like a friend i cant scream at or fight with
A friend like you is like having no worries in my life
A friend like you is a friend that i dont want to lose
A friend like you is like being in comfort all day
A friend like you is a friend i always wanted
A friend like you is awesomly awesome
A friend like you is random and funny
A friend like you is a friend that i love to death and i will never let go
A friend like you is a friend i can tell all my secrets to
A friend like you..
A friend like you is like the little sister ive always wanted
A friend that i can go to to tell them whats wrong
A friend like you is like having no dark days because you brighten them up
A friend like you is a friend that opens up my eyes and helps me avoid bad things
A friend like you is a type of friend that laughs at dumb things i say or do
A friend like you is a friend i am proud to call my best friend…”

I really like this poem mostly because it describes every good thing about my best friends. This poem summarizes the reasons I love my friends. When I read it my brain automatically switches from whatever is in my head to my amazingly awesome best friends.

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Week Five: Memory with Media

When I was a little girl about the age of  5 my favorite toy was this little brown teddy bear. It made me get hypnotized in its softness. When I held it close to me I always felt that I was safe. Every time I saw it my eyes would open so wide even a wide awakened baby would have lost to me. My normal face would slowly become happier than anything I have ever seen in my entire life.

That bear was special to me because it was a gift from my parents on my 5th birthday. When I open the gift it was like the world stood still and my life was perfect, I thought that the best gift would never come, but I guess it found me first.

Remembering my childhood is not one of the things that I am really obsessed about, but when I am talking about my bear I have forgot nothing.

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Week 3: 5 Favorite Apps

When you look at an app the first thing you normally would do would see if it is a good app, right? Well instead of having to study about the app I wrote about some of the apps that are very much my favorite.

Instagram— Like, like, follow, unfollow, block, um comment. All of this can happen in just one place… Instagram. There are so many people out there just wanting to become your online friend. You can find out about new activitys to do during your spare time and have a chance to tell the world about, you.

Twitter— Yes, I totally understand that you went to the movies to see Divergent twice with your friends. Do you like to know what you friends are doing at this very moment well I don’t think you know, but Twitter most likely does. Most of the things I do in my life go strait from my head to one of my favorite social networking systems.

Netflix— Everything I am amused by in one place, I didn’t believe it either. They said Netflix the place where past, present and future me all went. When my parents are looking for me and they hear the TV blasting the lines of random movies out, then at least they know that I’m sitting on the couch watching a movie.

YouTube— All the things the world needs to know in one site. YouTube can teach and educate people trying to master the talent that others are willing to share. youTube can also help you set goals that you never thought you would master.

Pintrest— the only place where you have a chance of becoming interested in the things others like. When you see the things that others like you have an interest in you might just like it too.

These are my favorite 5 apps of all time. If you like to get to know more about the rest of the world these apps are where you belong.

 

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Studying the feeling

Pencil tapping on the cold hard desk that keeps me imprisoned until dark has become its darkest. Erasers deleting all the mistakes I’ve made in my little life’s story. My mind is racing at a rate of 95 miles per hour. If  you ever wanted to know what studying looks like and feels like—this is it.

Your heart, pounding, glaring at the calendar you read out loud with horror,       “Test Tomorrow.” Test one day then the next, will this madness ever stop?! Clearly not because it is still happening to us. My parent don’t think my life is busy well they are very much wrong. Teachers think there test is the only thing that is out there , think again.

Stack of papers 1, done, only 6 more classes with homework to go though, complete and turn in by tomorrow or suffer the wrath of zeros in the grade book. This is how students think about the pieces of paper that keep us up until 2 in the morning. Trust me after a while you get used to it, but after a bit longer your brain feels like it’s going to die.

If anyone ask me if I like school the answer is a simple yes, but if anyone has the nerve to ask me wether or not I like studying, wish them luck.

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Week Two: Zilker Park

The warm sun shining on all the children playing soccer and catch with there family. the line of beautiful white clouds seem to never end; one fluffy cloud after another. The flowers bloomed slowly and calmly withoutout disruption.  

Zilker park, the place where the kite festival is at. All the colors flying though the sky almost like a rainbow in disguise. The trail of lights, all the colors are enough to light the night sky. The best thing about Zilker park is that all you need to do is relax. This is suppose to be a good time for all the people that go here.

For example every year my entire family would go to Zilker park just for a picnic, after that we would play all sort of games and activities. The grown ups would talk about there kids and there life, but to us that’s not exactly the type of thing we have in mind; we love to talk about the things were good and bad at so when we play truth or dare we know all there juicy secrets. These are one of the best times I ever had.

If there was anywhere I would take someone who didn’t live in Austin it would be Zilker park because that represents everything that we do in Austin.

 

 

 

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My Favorite Mistake

Have you ever lost a race? Have you ever failed at something that is your passion? Yes and yes. My biggest mistake is the time is when I lost a roller skating competition. To you this might sound like not a big deal, but to me losing a ROLLER SKATING competition is a really big deal. I have been roller skating since I was about 5 years old. And this was the absolute 1st time I did not make it to the top 3 skaters. And that means this was the first time I made the team not win first.

This all started the day before when I was at the rink practicing for my big day. ” Mom, give me a time.” ” 18 seconds.” Somehow I felt like this was terrible. I knew this was pretty fast to others, but I have never gone so slow. It was almost time for me to leave. To go and catch a plane to Washington state so that I could finally win 1st place. This was a speed skate race, but this might also be that moment of happiness that I have been dreaming of my whole life. You no like the ones that only happens in movies.

If I could win this race or support any other people on my team and have on win 1st, we would be the best speed skating team in the U.S.

The race was divided up into 4 categories. The first is the backwards race. All the racers in this race would have to be able to skate backwards and don’t forget they have to do it with speed. So what we did was we picked the best on our team for that job. ” Next to go to the rink is Nathaniel Moore . ” Just for some background info Nathaniel is he’s the best of the best in the state at backwards skating. All the screaming and yelling as he is making the last turn. I could feel the sounds of skaters crashing onto the ground. He’s still in the lead. And… We won 1st. One competition 3 to go.

The next race was the trick race: every team was to have a racer to show a trick when there on skates. The only person in our team fit enough to do that was, ” And our next competitor is Kat Harris.”

“Remember don’t look down when doing the last flip,” I said nervously. “What are you talking about? …. Never in a million years.” As she glided out to the rink my friends and teammates wondered and asked with caution of my emotions.” Does she know she’s going against the best trick racers in the nation?” “Yeah, ” I said answering the question without paying attention to the faces of my fellow racers. “Do you think she will miss and … Fail,” without saying another word—

“Never in a million years.”

Double round-off followed by a spin side jump. And—her last but most important spin of all. Jump…spin…flip…and…She did it! She really did it. All those times at practice all those time I had to call the ambulance to take her away because of 1 flip. And now to believe it and see it before my eyes. She come running back in tears… tears of joy… tears of love. “Thank you,” she responded still tearing up. “Good Job, now only if the rest of the team could do that.”

Next race is going to be speed ball. Lets be easy and make this simple—it’s football on roller skate and there is only 1 person on the team that has the guts to do that—” Hey, Trent you ready? Trent…TRENT!” I tried to say calmly. ” Sup Vivi’s,” he responded a little out of sort sounding. “You ok?,” I said as I tried to sound sympathetically. ” Yeah I’m cool— No I’m not I…I’m…I just think I’m going to mess everything up by… I mean I’m scared that if I do mess up y’all are gonna hate me.” He said trying to hold back his tears. ” Oh, Trent… If anyone’s going to mess up it won’t be you… Cross my heart.”

1 more touchdown and we win. He’s skating down the field— he throws it and… We did it we won.

In 3 seconds he was running towards me, I thought this was going to be a friendly hug thing— but— no— he ran up to me and before I knew it he was holding me and no this is not right we—

We kissed. Lip to lip. As I stared at him with confusion and just full of thoughts, but before that my words went flying out of my mouth, ” Trent!?” ” Oh My God Vivi’s I’m so so sorry. I just… I mean… I just want to ask you— Maybe after you win maybe we could go somewhere to hang out ?” He told me with that type of face that would make me just want to say—” Trent— make that a date.”

Next is the only race I can actually have a chance of winning at….Forwards racing. My team has talents but me, they could have found better. I’m not all that fast, but I did win 27 races already so I’m happy to know that yes Vivian Nguyen is a keeper.

I’m only 5 yards away from the finish and still in 1st. The cheering of my friends– my family– Trent. I knew I would win now only 2 yards away. Foot after foot… This is my moment.

“Whoa,” I screamed into my mic. There I was lying flat on the ground— eyes widened as if the world had just flashed before them—and for me, it had. Crying and pounding the ground screaming the same exact line over and over until I couldn’t breath. “Why me!?”

Just then I realized… My team

My team— I turn around and see my team talking with each other, probably about who to take my spot on the team.

My parents… My parents are gone… There gone… They left.

I stand up head up facing the sky and finish the race. Then without stopping I leave. Though the door strait to my bench. Literally, the bench was dedicated to me cause my roller skating buddies were giving me a 13th birthday present.
I could still hear the voices of my friends whispering to one another, ” I’ve never seen vivian fall before?” I could still see the look on my team’s face: eyes wide open as big as boulders, mouth hanging down to there feet. This was the reaction my friends would have if they had just known they were moving.

My biggest mistake was being to over confident of me being able to win that I didn’t recognize the people that already won for me.

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Alone Together

Do you know that feeling? The one you get when your all alone— just you. I do and I have story to prove it: sit back, relax, and listen.

Everything was normal— except the girl sitting in the corner of her homeroom getting ready to have something magical happen— to bring her flying away— preferably to her nice and comfy bed. But as soon as I open my eyes I get it— that girl in the corner— the only one with out a friend— was me.

Walking to first period was like trying to get all the m&m’s out of…oh yeah, trail mix. Everyone was talking, everyone but me. After I got out of that death trap of doom. I settled down strait into my desk, 3 column 4 row Mrs. Larson’s 5th grade English class. It seemed as if hours went by… Maybe even a year.

Walking thought the hall looking as if there was a tunnel there up in front of me, but come to think about it I have never seen a tunnel filled with kids and textbooks.

All my classes went by so slow as if the clock just stop and went backwards until they thought we experienced enough pain.

As the day drowns in darkness made by night I realized I was never alone. I had more than those normal friends that you walk and talk with.

I made friends with— time.

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Tick Tock

Tick Tock Tick Tock. “Would this circle of time ever let the bell ring!” I wondered with a grisly voice inside my bored head. But just in case no one understood what I just said here’s a calm little sentence about my very meaningful line of intelligent wording,” Does this stupid clock work!” As I let the voice inside of me scream and yell I just sat calmly and joyfully waiting. When I started counting down to the bell I could tell I was not the only person waiting for freedom.

Around me I could hear the pencil tapping on the cold hard math desk. The sound of zippers and Velcro as students tried to pack there bags and moved out. This was suppose to be homework time, but at the end of the day homework was not an excuse for bored ness.

Finally the moment I’ve been waiting for THE BELL! The second you step out of your last class the wind when gushing in my face as the students ran across the hall. Before I thought that the day was done and I could leave, but then I remembered math was still waiting for the next class.

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Swimming!

Swimming is amazing I love it! I love the way you feel when you jump into the freezing cold water and shiver until I can’t move. After that moment when you realize you are frozen solid; you spring up and sprint like a racer about to get to that finish line.