Another excerpt from my Creative Writing class project. I'm done with the book so I'll be dropping stories often.
Live. Laugh. Love. It’s funny but it’s not funny.
I was watching this video on YouTube the other day and I saw something so hilarious that I became perplexed if I should laugh or not. I mean it WAS FUNNY, but it was so painful looking it wasn’t funny. Ok let me stop beating around the bush. The video I was watching was of this girl who was rather heavyset, singing. And while she was singing she decided to stand on this table. Now we all know that she had no business up there! So being that this was my first time watching the video I was curious to know what was going to happen. So I watched and waited. It didn’t take long for any action because sweetheart made the fatal mistake of taking too many steps forward, and tipped the table over consequently literally busting her butt on the table. I was shocked! My jaw dropped ten feet as I wonder if I should laugh or feel sorry. But that pity quickly wore off and the chuckles came from deep within which eventually turned into to tears because I thought it was just that funny. Then I wondered if she thought it was that funny. I mean did she instantly think it was funny or did she find it funny days or months later.
After pondering on her thoughts for a while I started to think about my own embarrassing moments and which ones deserved a chuckle or two now. So that’s when I thought of this…
I remember it like it was yesterday. This day was a usual hot and sweaty summer day, and back then on hot sweaty summer days we like to catch a cool breeze by racing down the hill on our bikes. On this special day everybody was outside! So when I tell you everybody saw me crash and burn, I mean everybody. Even TaShamber, who never comes outside decided to come out on this special day. Yep! The gang was all there, Lawonda and Nondi, Alexis and Selena. My brother Schuyler was there. It was so random that nobody would have predicted it.
There we were at the top of the hill getting ready to catch the wind in our hair and the smell of trees in our noses. I remember thinking about how good the wind was going to feel in my hair! Ready…Get Set…GO! Now we were off. About ten pedals down the hill I heard a click and then a noise as if I had dropped a coin. I paid no attention to it I just kept riding. Big mistake, I should’ve pulled over on the side of the street to see what was wrong. As I got towards the cul-de-sac I started lightly pressing my foot brakes, but nothing seemed to happen. So I pressed harder. Still nothing, so I used my hand brakes. Again nothing, I panicked.
Using incorrect grammar I exclaimed at the top of my lungs, “I ain’t got no brakes! I ain’t got no brakes!” My heart began to flutter, as I came down the hill faster than horse on steroids, I watched my friends rapidly move out of my way. They moved left and right out of my way. I zoomed past them straight towards an adolescent tree. CRACK! BOOM! SPLAT! I hit the tree cracking and damaging the branches on the right side. Then I flipped over a Barbie Jeep, and I landed on a set of gardening stones. I managed to get up with only a few scrapes and scratches. But I had tears streaming down my face because they were LAUGHING AT ME! While all my friends should have been crowded around trying to figure out if I was okay they were laughing. I was feeling embarrassed and angry because they hurt me they were supposed to be good friends and see was I okay. But they couldn’t because they were laughing so hard. They were the reason I was on the STUPID BIKE! And to make matters worse they teased me about the incident.
I had never been so mad in my life! I hated them all…my brother included! It was something that I didn’t find funny at the time, but now it’s hilarious. I really wish someone would have recorded it! Now that would have been priceless. Which brings me back to my original idea, instead moping around about the mishaps in your life or what not, enjoy life. Live your life to the fullest. Laugh at all the stupid things you do or did! And love every moment of your life even the bad ones, because even if it hurts now, it made you who you are and you should love it like you love yourself. So live, laugh, love because it’s funny but it’s not funny.
2.04.2010
Love is Not an Excuse for Sex
Everyday when I go to school I see my fellow classmates. I see friends gathered laughing before class. I see students conversing with teachers. Then I turn to my own group of friends and we get ourselves prepared for class. As we walk to our class my friend pulls me to the side and tells me she has “did the do”. What is the do? Sex.
I think to myself why? What is the purpose of sex at such a young age? I ask my classmate why she did it. She told me because she loved him. I ask myself why do teenagers believe that love is an excuse for sex. I believe that you can love someone without having sex. Maybe the real problem, I have with my classmates who are sexually active is that they say they are in love but they don’t understand the true meaning of commitment. If you were in love with someone you wouldn’t see anyone else but that person for whom they are. So don’t justify your incapability to say no to sex with love, because obviously love has nothing to do with it.
I often wonder that maybe I’m being to prude; but then I see a young lady who’s pregnant then I think to myself no I’m being honest. Teenagers are unable to make such grown up decisions as to who they really “love”. They confuse the feeling of infatuation with love and therefore think that the next step in the relationship is automatically sex. But in the Biblical days men and women didn’t even date. If a man liked a young woman he married her, the honorable way and they grew love after getting to know one another. Sex was merely for procreation and it should still be that way today.
However, society doesn’t feel the same way about sex that I do. But maybe they should, maybe if society stop looking at sex as a means of pleasure there wouldn’t be so many teen pregnancies, or STD occurrences, and other sex related mishaps. My point is love doesn’t constitute sex; so don’t use your twisted morals to justify your bad actions. Love does not and will not ever equal sex.
I think to myself why? What is the purpose of sex at such a young age? I ask my classmate why she did it. She told me because she loved him. I ask myself why do teenagers believe that love is an excuse for sex. I believe that you can love someone without having sex. Maybe the real problem, I have with my classmates who are sexually active is that they say they are in love but they don’t understand the true meaning of commitment. If you were in love with someone you wouldn’t see anyone else but that person for whom they are. So don’t justify your incapability to say no to sex with love, because obviously love has nothing to do with it.
I often wonder that maybe I’m being to prude; but then I see a young lady who’s pregnant then I think to myself no I’m being honest. Teenagers are unable to make such grown up decisions as to who they really “love”. They confuse the feeling of infatuation with love and therefore think that the next step in the relationship is automatically sex. But in the Biblical days men and women didn’t even date. If a man liked a young woman he married her, the honorable way and they grew love after getting to know one another. Sex was merely for procreation and it should still be that way today.
However, society doesn’t feel the same way about sex that I do. But maybe they should, maybe if society stop looking at sex as a means of pleasure there wouldn’t be so many teen pregnancies, or STD occurrences, and other sex related mishaps. My point is love doesn’t constitute sex; so don’t use your twisted morals to justify your bad actions. Love does not and will not ever equal sex.
1.23.2010
Something for Creative Writing Class
This is my first post and I thought I'd kick this blog off by sharing some of my work. In my Creative Writing class my teacher Ms. Frazier assigned the class to pick out some philosophies that we live by and then write a story that shows how you learned this philosophy. Then we are to put these stories in a book making what she calls "an excerpt from your autobiography." So here's one of the stories I have wrote:
Mama said” Your good name is all you have don’t lose it over a lie”
She said this just before I confessed to my crimes. She gave me that death penalty look. Being that I was 9 and had no concept of punishment I felt like I was confessing to serial murder. I mean how would you feel if your mother made it seem like you were going to get capital punishment for even breathing wrong!
What’s my crime you ask? I was accused of talking in class and getting a bad mark in my agenda. And when questioned by my dad aka the prosecution/judge, if indeed I had actually been talking…I plead not guilty. Little did I know that my dad already had the best case against me…he had eye witnesses! Now how was I supposed to compete with that? Yep, my big mouth teacher Ms. Pulphus had already called him and let him know of my “suspected unlawful activities.”
I was under the impression that the prosecution was supposed to share all evidence with the defense. Apparently, this was not the case. So unaware of the artillery the prosecution was equipped with I got on the stand and did what any nine year old would do --- I lied. See the thing about a lie is if you tell one you have to tell another to keep the first one straight. Eventually, it gets confusing. So there I was on the stand testifying on my behalf lying up a storm.
The prosecution asked me, “So what happened at school today?”
I replied, “Oh nothing much. It was ok.”(I knew good and doggone well I had gotten in trouble for excessive talking.)
The prosecution shot back, “Oh, Really? Well let me see your agenda?”
“OH SNAP!” I thought to myself. What was I going to do? I thought quickly and told another lie. I protested that I had left my agenda at school and that I would bring it home tomorrow.”
The prosecution looked at me smiled and said, “Ok then, you do that. Talk to you later.”
In my mind I was saying “Really? That’s it! OMG! I can’t believe I got out of that one.” Little did I know that was only part one of the trial. We were only taking a brief recess and proceedings would continue later on. As promised my dad did talk to me later. I happened to be in the car with my mom when we talked. See my mom was going to Wal-Mart and on the way to Wal-Mart there was a Blockbuster’s. And of course this would be the day I would want a video tape. (Yes I said video tape! DVDs weren’t popular then) Like any little kid I asked my mama could I rent a video tape? She looked at me and said peculiarly, “Well I don’t know ask your dad.” Ok I’m 9 not stupid, by now I knew something was up! So I called my dad on my mama’s dinosaur of a cell phone and asked could I get a video tape. Even though I knew something was funny I figured if my dad was a sucker for that lie earlier then he’d probably let me get the video tape.
Unfortunately, the trial was back in session and I was put on the stand again. The prosecution wasted no time “I don’t know if you can get the video tape, why don’t you tell me what really happened at school today?”
OH SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! I wasn’t expecting that. I didn’t know what else to do…so I did what any little 9 year old girl with some sense would do…I played my daddy card. Yep that’s right, I cried like a little (insert curse word here). I broke down and confessed to everything! I thought for sure he would forgive me right then and let me have my way! You know what he did instead? He told me that he knew the whole time I was lying and that Ms. Pulphus had already had called him. I came to terms with that part but what baffled me was that after all that confessing I still couldn’t get my tape! I expressed this to my mama and that’s when she said that I was foolish if all I was worried about was losing a few privileges, she told me there was more at stake. That’s when she laid down the famous quote, “Your good name is all you have don’t lose it over a lie.” It all had come full circle for me I understood exactly what she meant. Ever since then I have done my best to refrain from lying. There are sometimes when I’m not completely honest but 9 times out of 10 the guilt would get to me and I’ll confess.
So there you have it, the trial was over. The jury had deliberated and found me guilty on all counts. According to 9 year old me the judge sentenced me to life without parole. But in actuality I had to get good marks in my agenda for the rest of the week to earn a trip to the video store. And on the plus side my sentence was handed out Wednesday so I only had two days to prove myself!
Mama said” Your good name is all you have don’t lose it over a lie”
She said this just before I confessed to my crimes. She gave me that death penalty look. Being that I was 9 and had no concept of punishment I felt like I was confessing to serial murder. I mean how would you feel if your mother made it seem like you were going to get capital punishment for even breathing wrong!
What’s my crime you ask? I was accused of talking in class and getting a bad mark in my agenda. And when questioned by my dad aka the prosecution/judge, if indeed I had actually been talking…I plead not guilty. Little did I know that my dad already had the best case against me…he had eye witnesses! Now how was I supposed to compete with that? Yep, my big mouth teacher Ms. Pulphus had already called him and let him know of my “suspected unlawful activities.”
I was under the impression that the prosecution was supposed to share all evidence with the defense. Apparently, this was not the case. So unaware of the artillery the prosecution was equipped with I got on the stand and did what any nine year old would do --- I lied. See the thing about a lie is if you tell one you have to tell another to keep the first one straight. Eventually, it gets confusing. So there I was on the stand testifying on my behalf lying up a storm.
The prosecution asked me, “So what happened at school today?”
I replied, “Oh nothing much. It was ok.”(I knew good and doggone well I had gotten in trouble for excessive talking.)
The prosecution shot back, “Oh, Really? Well let me see your agenda?”
“OH SNAP!” I thought to myself. What was I going to do? I thought quickly and told another lie. I protested that I had left my agenda at school and that I would bring it home tomorrow.”
The prosecution looked at me smiled and said, “Ok then, you do that. Talk to you later.”
In my mind I was saying “Really? That’s it! OMG! I can’t believe I got out of that one.” Little did I know that was only part one of the trial. We were only taking a brief recess and proceedings would continue later on. As promised my dad did talk to me later. I happened to be in the car with my mom when we talked. See my mom was going to Wal-Mart and on the way to Wal-Mart there was a Blockbuster’s. And of course this would be the day I would want a video tape. (Yes I said video tape! DVDs weren’t popular then) Like any little kid I asked my mama could I rent a video tape? She looked at me and said peculiarly, “Well I don’t know ask your dad.” Ok I’m 9 not stupid, by now I knew something was up! So I called my dad on my mama’s dinosaur of a cell phone and asked could I get a video tape. Even though I knew something was funny I figured if my dad was a sucker for that lie earlier then he’d probably let me get the video tape.
Unfortunately, the trial was back in session and I was put on the stand again. The prosecution wasted no time “I don’t know if you can get the video tape, why don’t you tell me what really happened at school today?”
OH SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! I wasn’t expecting that. I didn’t know what else to do…so I did what any little 9 year old girl with some sense would do…I played my daddy card. Yep that’s right, I cried like a little (insert curse word here). I broke down and confessed to everything! I thought for sure he would forgive me right then and let me have my way! You know what he did instead? He told me that he knew the whole time I was lying and that Ms. Pulphus had already had called him. I came to terms with that part but what baffled me was that after all that confessing I still couldn’t get my tape! I expressed this to my mama and that’s when she said that I was foolish if all I was worried about was losing a few privileges, she told me there was more at stake. That’s when she laid down the famous quote, “Your good name is all you have don’t lose it over a lie.” It all had come full circle for me I understood exactly what she meant. Ever since then I have done my best to refrain from lying. There are sometimes when I’m not completely honest but 9 times out of 10 the guilt would get to me and I’ll confess.
So there you have it, the trial was over. The jury had deliberated and found me guilty on all counts. According to 9 year old me the judge sentenced me to life without parole. But in actuality I had to get good marks in my agenda for the rest of the week to earn a trip to the video store. And on the plus side my sentence was handed out Wednesday so I only had two days to prove myself!
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