We're all in a hurry.

We're all in a hurry to get out of High School && start our own lives.
After graduating I thought I'd live a life like I couldn't believe. I thought I'd go about
things the way I wanted to, but growing up...school is all you know. The people you go to school
with, you learn with, play with, and sit with at lunch. They're all you know and when the time
comes to leave them, you look back at all of that, not realizing how much you're going to miss them until you graduate and you're walking around walmart at 1:oo in the morning and you've seen one of your classmates since graduation. It's a feeling like no other, and it's not the greatest.
I always thought the summer was a sad time. It was great, but I always missed everyone, but the summer you walk into knowing you're not going to be going back to school...It's hard. I loved every single class mate I graduated. I can't stand the fact that I may never see some of them again. It's hard when you grow with them, not even thinking about life after graduation and then come graduation you can't keep growing with them. It's a time of walking that stage, getting that diploma, and knowing you did, but as you sit there waiting to be called, you look back at all your fellow classmates, and you want to break down. You see them walking with a smile wondering if they hate it too. They say everyone wants to get to heaven, but no one wants to die. I'm not ready for either, and I darn sure wasn't ready for graduation, but we're all in a hurry to escape something. I felt school was where I escaped too, being surrounded by people that have watched you grow and having grown ups enjoy taking time to teach you and prepare you for the real world and for your own life. I miss school so much.! I had to get it out.!

The teacher that made a difference.

I think all the teachers here at Childress High School are amazing, but there is one teacher that really stands out. The name would be Mrs. Kirkpatrick. Mrs. K for short. Mrs. K not only wants us to work, but she makes it work worth doing. I enjoy getting the chance to blog. Mrs. K actually reads them and comments them. I know teachers aren't suppose to be friends with the students, but she really gets along with all of us. The smile on her face, and the morning greetings; make us feel like she cares. It's easy to come to school, when you have someone that makes you feel like you want to be here. Not only is she they fun teacher, but she's like a counselor, she's just not that pushy. Yeah, she expects you to get your work done, but it's like she understands she's not the only teacher you have work for. There are a few days out of every six weeks she gives us to catch up on our work. It's not that she's ready to get rid of us...lol, but she wants to make sure we get the best grades we can get or can stay caught up. Mrs. K really makes it easy; especially with it being our senior year. Senior year isn't so exciting anymore. It's going to be too hard to leave a teacher you never thought you'd have. I never thought someone so caring, understanding, hardworking, yet fun all at the same time, would ever be a teacher. I'd have to say Childress High School is the best place to go to school even though I can't stand the fact that I live in Childress. We have great teachers, and an extremely awesome principle. Mrs. K has made all the difference; for the better. (:

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Seniorness

[S]sometimes it's hard, sometimes it's easy, it can be fun, just not when it's almost done.

[e]even though the time is nearing, there is a hole in your heart.

[n]never stops tearing.

[i]I'll miss these days as my future comes closer.

[o]over and over I think these things through.

[r]rather than leaving, I wish I could stay.

[y]yet my time here is going away.

[e]everything is changing, nothing stays the same

[a]as a senior you find it's not so lame.

[r]realizing I'm no longer a kid. My future awaits me and it's time to go.

I'm grown now, you see. It's time to let me go.

However, I must say, your senior year is the greatest 

you'll get lunch detention when you're the latest, but

it's all worth it and you just end up loving it.

The laughter, the teachers, the awesome principle and his assistant.

The early morning greetings and the no reason high fives.

You see you'll miss this, it's all so complicated.

With the memories you have it keeps you a smile.

For I have learned there is a place like home. It's your senior year.

A time you hold forever and dear.

Say goodbye to the faculty, the staff, and your friends, but

you can't say goodbye to the seniorness, it sticks

with you like the first time you rode a bike. I never thought school 

could be so much fun, till the very first day I started this thing.

I'm a senior && soon I'm gone, but to the good, the bad, the easy, and

the complicated...It was ALL WORTH IT, BABY!! 

In Salem

If I were being accused of witchcraft. Of course, like any other person I'd deny it.

I wouldn't keep on and keep on. It'd be a waste of time, but I would tell them it would come

back to bite them in the butt, when God punishes them for killing innocent people. I would let them know that they chose to find the worst in a person and that's not something God would do and for them to claim their acceptance of God, they sure aren't acting upon it. Also, it's all weird to me. How does it one day just happen? Why would they honestly believe in witches? Do they not believe in their God so much as to think witches exist? I would look at them in disgust, for they have disappointed their Lord and fellow people. I would pray for them loud enough for them to hear me and I would apologize that they do not know better. They are the sinners; not the accused. I would share all of that with them. If they chose to keep on. Well, my last words to them would be...It is not I whom I feel sorry for. It is you, because you chose to be a murderer to the innocent and I tried to keep you from making this mistake. I could not make you listen. Let's see how well it is to explain yourself when you meet your creator at his beautiful golden gates. It is then, you will see and by then it will be too late.