Friday, June 28, 2013

Young Man Summer

Lemonade reflects the sun,
The pool reflects the sky.
Young Man Summer,
Is behind the heat waves going by.
The sheep are sheared,
The cats sleep in the shade.
Young Man Summer,
Is behind the day that's slow to fade.
The pleasant cool is but a memory.
Young Lady Spring submits to slumber.
Young Man Summer,
Is behind the leaves growing darker.
The mosquitos come swift,
A buzz and slap often heard.
Young Man Summer,
Is behind the well fed bird.
Young Man Summer,
Heat and relaxation he renders.
Young Man Summer,
Is the Lord of Summer.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

JPS: June (Stereotypes)

This is sort of late (how late, I can't be sure) but better late than never… Since I'm pretty lazy at the moment, I'm just writing down something I submitted to the Cicada literature magazine I'm subscribed to…

My sister and I go to a homeschooling group known as JPS (Junior Public Speaking). We gather every first Friday of the month. What we do is a few of us volunteer to give a speech on the theme of that month (meaning that if the theme was Lord of the Rings, than one kid could give a speech about J.R.R. Tolkien), and after they're done, a few of the parents can critique them, complimenting good presentation, body posture, hand motions, and critiquing the things that ought to be improved. It's a good way to learn how to present a speech.
This month's theme was Stereotypes. We started off with the welcome, national anthem, and then we shared jokes, played an icebreaker, and that's when the real fun stuff begins. I was sort of nervous, because I was the Table Topics Master; the one who asks at least four responsive questions about the theme.
Eg. Do you think any stereotypes apply to you? Why?
A survey showed that people thought blonds looked less able to do things than different hair colored people. Why do you think this is, and do you agree?
This was only my second time going to JPS, and already I had a part to play. But I got some really awesome responses to my questions, and people complimented me on my thought provoking questions (a blond-ish friend of mine probably gave the most hilarious response to my blond question). I wasn't going to be critiqued, since I didn't give an official speech, but I felt really good.
Three guys had volunteered for speeches, which were hysterical, caught everyone's full attention, and did I mention hysterical. One of them started his speech in a hilarious one man act out on how some people stereotype homeschoolers. The second guy dressed like a stereotypical Australian, acted like a stereotypical Australian, and talked like a stereotypical Australian (it helps that he's Australian). They got good feedback from the parents too.
After a few prizes were handed out to the best speech maker, and the best responder to the table topics, we took a vote for the next month's theme. I suggested Bad Guys. My sister suggested Zodiac. Others suggested Music, Movies, and something really long I can't remember (something about spaniards and the 16th century; my friend who suggested, well, he's pretty thorough). Almost everyone voted for Bad Guys, making this not only my second time at JPS, but second idea that met the approval of almost everyone (I suggested Stereotypes, which is why I was the Table Topics Master this time; rule in JPS, if you suggest something, be prepared to have a role to play in it). I'm pretty proud of myself. I have to prepare a speech on the theme, so I'm nervous all over again, but I hope I'll be fine.

Don't get me wrong, I've seen enough TV shows, and read enough books, to know at least a few of the different types of bad guys. But, (it's funny how one's mind works, right?) as soon as I'm asked to make a speech about it, POOF blank mind…


(In case you're wondering, he's dressed as a stereotypical Australian)

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Giving Friendliness

She feels kind of sick in her stomach as she looks at the simple object in her hands. Only a little piece of something a lot more valuable. Simple, yet beautiful. She gives it everyone, whether they be friend or stranger. And they loved it. But there were always times when a friend would give it back to her, saying kindly that they did not want it at the moment. She understood of course. But holding a previously given object sent a chill through her heart, making her feel ill. What if all the objects she had given were given at the wrong time? She tries to hold back a tear. Was this self pity? The last thing she wanted to be defined as was one who cared only for herself. But what she is, is a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She sighs and lets a tear and more fall onto the object. Slipping it into her pocket, she consoles herself with the fact that she could give it back when the time was right. With that cheerful thought, she goes home, still giving to anyone who cares to meet her.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Sunday, June 2, 2013


(I'm sorry for the horrible quality in the photos; the blogger app is being a jerk)