Tonight i tried out for the Spring play with Keisha and it went great---I am not worried about getting a part, so anything would be great, I think it would just be fun being in a play. So today went great and still is! Tomarrow he is going to post the results- hopefully- then i will be even happier- even if i get a tiny part.

Tonight i am going to the little-kid choir concert(middle-school) so that should be cool.

My dad is getting back this weekend and then i get see him for the first time in 2 monthes. I will get spoiled with the gifts that he is bringing and we are going to celebrate my birthday cause he missed it... I am having the greatest time!!

My older sister is over for the night and we are laughing it up about the stupidest things! And just being sibling-and having fun....I have alot of fun with my sisters alot more than even I would think! 

All is great

Thanks

Katie.

 Good Job Kim for guessing the What is it?!  There is a new one up check it out!

I was looking for a poem with my older sister about happiness and this one came up and made us laugh so:

The Butterfly

Look, a butterfly. Did you make a wish?

You don't wish on butterflies.

You do so. Did you make one?

Yes.

It doesn't count.

Louise Gluck

I worked today and had to miss the basketball game - so if anyone knows the score post it on my message board.

The day has been great and relaxing. I went to a movie with my family - Spenglish. It was a pretty good movie- but it was way to long. It spent a long time saying pretty much nothing. And the ending was a lose-lose situation. Anyway things are going just great!

Tomarrow is a huge day with the band breakfast and the YAM jam thing. Im looking forward to it. Hope all is well with you and if you have nothing to do come to the yam jam thing from 1-4 at the high school auditorium.

Thanks

Katie

 Distances

Swifts turn in the heights of the air;
higher still turn the invisible stars.
When day withdraws to the ends of the earth
their fires shine on a dark expanse of sand.

We live in a world of motion and distance.
The heart flies from tree to bird,
from bird to distant star,
from star to love; and love grows
in the quiet house, turning and working,
servant of thought, a lamp held in one hand.

~ Philippe Jaccottet ~

(translated by Derek Mahon)

Short day at school today. But I do nothing with the early release. I kind of feel lost and bored. I have been in a very writing mood the last couple of days and I think I am just going to type. All that is in me now, I am just going to express it cause it is going crazy inside of me!

With spring now approaching I feel like I should step back and look at my life. What am I doing? Where do I want to go? Am I happy with the person i am? Well- I think things are going all right. At the moment my life needs a little spring cleaning(along with my room), and one of these days I am going to clean. Life! I have a list of things to do, yet i feel like doing them not. Each morning I get up, refreshed. The long nights often wake up to bright mornings and sleep seems to be something of a dream... Don't know where my road is going... but every day is just another step to that ending we all look too. Am i talking the time to enjoy the scenery? I hope to think so. The mystery of the future gives my stomach butterflies that fly all the way to my head, and all they do is distract me!

So I am feeling a high on life at the moment. Each day is something great that leads to more greatness. I fear for the day when my mornings turn to grey and the brightness is lost.

These are my thoughts for the day

Thanks

Katie

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close behind me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lonely worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air;
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Theodore Roethke

Though it is pretty late- I'll post one for today anyway.

So I just finished watching Braveheart. Great movie! The music, the action, the gore, well it was really bloody... but good! It almost made me cry. If I wouldn't have been interupted by Alicia's rude bekoning to Band practice, I maybe would have felt the moment and shed a few tears but... nope sorry.

Though practice was good... Koets kid is a hoot!! He should bring him to every practice. Well that's about it.

Early Release tomarrow!! hope all is good,

Thanks

Katie

 Sorry Steve- I'll put yours on as tomarrows - not enough time tonight!

Today is just another day. We had youth tonight and played some hard core football!! I hit my head really hard on the ice so I kind of have a headache, but it was worth it.

There are many things that I wanted to say and I always seem to forget them when I write.

Well - here is my essay that I entered in to a contest. I had to come up with any thing under 500 words and on the topic the power of one. So if you don't want to read it, thats fine, i don't think its that great, but someone did and now I am getting a $50 savings bond cause of it so, anyway...

I am going to post the poem of the day first:

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Like a tiny seed a child is conceived and grows invisible to outside eyes. They are fed life-sustaining liquids and are warmed by the nurturing of love. Then determination pushes them forth into the daylight, and they breathe their first breath, acknowledging that they are one in a world of many. Yet over time being one in a world of many drives them to be more than just a number. It heaves them to becoming themselves, and the power in that is eluding the number that they are labeled and becoming the person that they are inside. Their life goal then becomes being themselves. Yet while they strive toward that goal, who are they? Influenced by superiors and peers, a person masks themselves in others in order to search for the real person they are. No matter what others say, the choice lies in those who are searching. Opportunities are everywhere, yet the power of one revolves around the fact that one and only one person decides upon his or her own future. In some this vigor to be themselves leads to a quest for trouble rather than towards greatness. As a minute seed these questors choose not to grow towards the sun, but instead be strewn among the weeds and be suffocated by their presence. Others thrust through the earth, planting their roots strong and growing into the flower of their true colors, which began as a tiny, uncertain seed. The power is in the choice and in the determination within the chooser.

Quantity seems so marvelous in the physical concept. Yet mentally one trustworthy companion is a greater choice than many faceless friends. Choosing makes the difference. What is the right choice? Can anybody determine it? But that is the power of one: to choose. Determination along with choice may lead to greatness, but failure is achieved through much work. Becoming the person that hides inside is a choice. One can live as an illusion to others, but not to themselves; that is their choice. Futures can only be chosen by the person to whom that future belongs. And the power of one gives reassurance in knowing that through life, one can choose to be great or small, but the power lies in the choice.

Today is such a great day!!!!!

I found out from Mrs. Omann that an essay I wrote for a contest won something!! I can't believe it!!! I will post it up tomarrow, cause its not saved on my computer- it is pretty long, but thats alright. So on the 16th of March I am going to go to this breakfast thing and read it or something. I am so excited. And plus tonight there is the basketball game which the drumline is performing in. And though I have a lot of things I have to do, I am in such a good mood!!!

things are going great - I feel much better- the recovery process is good and my mind is always flying in the skies. NO I am not "high" in the way you think - only on life.

So I found this really cool site while "researching" in Public Speaking. For those of you who like poetry- specifically creating it this is the coolest site. Magnetic Poetry online. Here it is if you write something cool send it to me and i'll post it as a poem of the day or just post it. Here it is:

http://www.magneticpoetry.com/magnet/

go check it out!!!

If you are not doing anything you lazy bum - come to the game and watch the drumline rock-out and stay to watch the game too!

Thanks

Katie

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.

Today was good. Except Alicia is sick! Get well soon Alicia--I have a get well gift for you if I ever see you again.

Anyway my mom is being stupid about Instant Messaging. She doesn't want me to talk to people because she has had "Bad past Experiences". So if anyone wants to talk to me- so it through the message board at the side of the screen. I am not sure how that works and if you can actually talk through it - but anyway, we can try or theirs always the old fashioned email. So anyway-

Band Concert tonight!! Lots of fun... I am looking forward to it, but tonight is a terrible night. I have to do a speech for public speaking and a test in AP bio, and a huge projsect in history. I will make it work- hopefully...

What would you do if you were me about the whole mom thing? She has a way to check whether I IM or not- and I still want to talk to people. She says to just talk to them at school. But I talk to people who I don't talk to very often at school. I don't know. I just hate sneaking around her back.

So -- Thanks

Katie

Not Waving But Drowning - Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.