No.

NO.

No thinking.

No speaking.

No acting.

No eating.

No marrying.

No bus riding.

No schooling.

No jailing.

No peeing.

No reading.

No bathing.

No hospitalizing.

No gaming.

No haircutting.

No sporting.

No drinking.

No housing.

No entering.

No defending.

No watching.

No calling.

No waiting.

No thinking.

No loving.

No believing.

No nothing.

Be yourself, because you can't be anything other than that. Oh wait. You can't even be that, because no one likes you for who you are, because you're black.  So basically:

Be nothing.

PS. "Hindu" is a religion, not a race. C'mon, Arizona.

A little story made me have a lot of thoughts

These five stories make me a) wish I had a more interesting life worth writing about, and b) feel even worse about my already-lame literacy essay. How do these people remember such specific things in their life? Granted, the events are pretty monumental. I wish I had as good of a memory as them.

William Kennedy's story stuck out to me even after reading the other authors' memories. He must be an awesome person if he can make a great story out of eggs. But in all seriousness, his story was memorable. He had an attention getting first paragraph (the first sentence wasn't very interesting, but when I read the proceeding sentence, it stuck out to me). Kennedy's dialogue with his father made me smile; I still wonder how he remembers that entire conversation. The subject was so different and unique that I couldn't help but not forget it. WHY CAN'T I WRITE LIKE HIM? Actually, I hope that when I'm 18 I can write something better than a story about eggs. I'll keep that as my goal.

 In honor of liking eggs.

Why I Write

     Why do I write? 

     I've never thought about this before. It's always seemed natural for me to write down how I'm feeling, whether it be in a journal, in poem, or in lyrics. Writing makes me feel free inside. I can express any emotions I'm feeling without fear of being judged. If I can't talk to someone about a problem I'm having, I turn to writing it down. I never have to worry about someone disagreeing with how I feel when I write
     Orwell was write (ha, writing pun,) when he said writers are self-centered. I guess I only write for myself. For my piece of mind. To know that I can leave my miniscule mark in the world.
 

I need to welcome my new followers.

Hello, fellow AP Compers.

If you've taken a moment to look at my previous posts, you probably have an idea of what kind of situations I write about. 

I write when I need to vent about something that I feel no one else will understand.

I write because it is one of the most therapeutic things I can do. (Besides singing)

I write because it cleans my soul of any grime the everyday world has left.

I write for me.

I write for you.

(I suppose I also write for a grade now.)