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Thursday, January 18, 2007


I have a question.... why do school lunches have so suck so badly? Honestly, it is not hard to cook. All schools must have the mission to make food look and taste as disgusting as possible. It doesnt matter where you go, school food is almost always bad. My 8 year old cousin can prepare a better meal than our cafeteria workers. Our school's new "wellness plan" has made it even worse. I didn't know it was possible to screw up PIZZA so badly. I can say that i eat almost all healthy food. My mother is very particular on our junk food consumption so i can personally say that i know for a fact there is good tasting healthy food. I dont understand how they do it.... comments?

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

friends in highschool are forever young by Nicholas Gordon

Friends in high school are forever young.
Unchanged, they're where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays,
The time remains a field of wistful grace
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part:
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.

I dedicate this poem to all of my friends. Our high
school year is almost over! I hope we keep in touch.
If we dont ill always remember. Friends are one of
the most important people in life. They are the one's
that support you, critique you, and provide chocolate
and a shoulder when you need it most. I dont know
what I would do if I didnt have some of my friends.
Advice: make as many friends as you can. You can
never have too many. You may be that person they
need to help them through something. You may be
the only one who understands. So dont be one of
losers that ignores the person that says hello, or
doesnt have the manners to hold a door. Its the little
things that

let's talk

what do you wonder about? There must be something that every single person finds to be absolutly amazing. I love to hear what people think. Everyone is so different. Individuality is inevitable, yet why would anyone want it any differently? I recenly had a discussion about how schools now days want to put students in uniforms to prevent them from being different. If they are all the same they wont get picked on, right? Wrong. Kids will be kids and they will always find ways to bully. Cramping their individuality with uniforms will only upset them. Everyone needs to express themselves. Wouldnt it bother you if someone told you that you couldnt wear what you wanted to wear or say what you wanted to say? THINK ABOUT IT

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Its 2007!!!

A new year. A fresh start. Do you have any resolutions? any goals? If you havent thought of your new years resolution, do it! Everyone needs to strive for something. it doesnt have to be losing weight and getting fit like everyone thinks. You can have the goal to help one person a week or to improve your vocabulary maybe even work on your basketball skills. No matter what it is, try. Want to do something. If i could give one piece of advice, it would be to strive. Strive for above and beyond what you think you can do. Even if you dont think you can do something, it never hurts to try. You may surprise yourself. So think about it. My resolutions are to try to not care what other people think. I am a people pleaser and i need to stop. I also need to stop procrastinating. That is something that could really affect my future. Last but not least, I want to get fit. Not lose weight just so all of my friends know. I dont want anyone thinking im on a diet and freaking out. but i am going to try as hard a i can to accomplish my goals. I advise everyone else to do the same. GOOD LUCK!!! :)

Monday, January 08, 2007

Pass it on...

In response to my principal, Mrs. Moritz's blog, the "Pass it on" article was so heart waming. Things like that lead me to

believe that there may be a little heart left in the world. Usually, all we ever hear about are murders and crime. For some

miraculous reason, the holiday season makes even the most cold hearted people feel generous. It is even better that these

people are in my community. Gowanda needs more love and caring and the chain reaction has begun.

Monday, December 11, 2006

"new life and light"

This article in the Buffalo News was so amazing i had to insert the entire thing so you could read it for yourself. Blind for 65 years, now 'new life and light'

New cornea donated by an 'angel' opens the world for a Cheektowaga mother of 12

News Staff Reporter

Charles Lewis/Buffalo News
"I was like a little kid. I was ecstatic. It was like a miracle." Patricia A. Stanton, who regained sight after a corneal transplant
The day after her eye surgery, Patricia A. Stanton sat in her surgeon's office, filled with anxiety about a moment she had never even dreamed would happen.
Since birth, she had been living as a blind person - an independent woman who had married and raised 12 children.

She could see a little, mostly shapes and cloudy images. But she had never seen the full beauty of a waterfall, the varied hues of a sunset - or the subtle details of her children's faces.

Until Oct. 12, the day after her corneal transplant, when she received the ultimate October surprise inside the office of Dr. James J. Reidy.

"When he took the patch off, I opened up my eye," she remembered. "It was blurry, but I said, "Oh, my God.' I saw brightness. I had been living in this cloud for so long."

She got up and walked outside, by herself. Even through the blurriness, all the colors others take for granted began to emerge from her lifelong darkness.

She could see the green leaves on a tree. She could see a squirrel, with its different colors. She saw cars driving by. "I was like a little kid. I was ecstatic," she said. "It was like a miracle."

A couple of days later, she looked into her bathroom mirror and saw something else new - tears of joy flowing down her face.

"Instead of clouds when you looked into my eyes, there was this perfect beautiful eye shining so bright, like a light from heaven, from my face," she said.

Later, sitting at the dining room table in her Cheektowaga home, she realized something she had never known. "My one daughter, Denise, she has her father's eyes," she said. "I looked at her and said, "I'm staring at you, and I'm looking at your father.' "

There also are bittersweet moments. She now can look at photos of her two late children, Laurrie, who died at age 20, and Holly, who lived for only 17 months.

"I just would love to have seen them clearly," she said. "Now I can just look at their pictures. It's sad."

Her husband of 46 years, Michael, had been her eyes until his death in 2004.

"My poor husband, he wanted this so bad for me," she said. "Somebody told me Mike can rest now, knowing I can take care of myself."

Stanton's gift of light came from one of about 500 Western New York donors whose corneas are given through Upstate New York Transplant Services each year. About 800 of those 1,000 corneas are transplanted here or elsewhere, although just under half of those are donated in Western New York.

Stories such as Stanton's help spread the message.

"Her case sums up why we do what we do - the opportunity to save a life or enhance a life," said Mark J. Simon, the chief executive officer. "Her case symbolizes our mission."

Stanton was born with a serious eye infection that caused extensive scarring of both corneas. Long before the days of mainstreaming, the young Patricia Carpenter attended sight-saving classes at School 24 and special classes for the visually impaired at Girls Vocational.

She felt different from other children, but that didn't stop her.

"I was the kind of kid who went up to people and said, "My name is Pat Carpenter. What's yours?'

"My family never treated me as handicapped. I was treated like the other kids. If they had mollycoddled me, I probably would have been in a shell. They didn't do that, and I'm grateful for it."

As she aged, she experienced problems with what little sight she had. Once, she went completely blind for 10 days. Other times, she had visual blackouts. With her weaker right eye, she could see only a little bit of light.

"I used to pray to God: If I lose my sight [completely], I want to go home."

She couldn't read the newspaper, so her husband would sit down every night and read it to her. When she walked into a strange environment, she felt bewildered, so her husband would take her hand and guide her.

He was her rock, until his death in March 2004.

"He was in here dying, and I'd look out the window and say, "Lord, what am I going to do?' I was scared."

Last summer, Stanton's ophthalmologist, Dr. Theodore P. Prawak, told her about the technology that could restore sight in her better eye, the left one, through a corneal transplant.

Fearful of losing what vision she had, she met with Reidy, the medical director of eye and tissue services for Upstate Transplant. He told her the risks were relatively low.

"Mrs. Stanton," she remembers him telling her, "you've been in the dark too long, and now you're going to see."

In the Oct. 11 surgery performed by Reidy, the 65-year-old Stanton had a corneal transplant, a cataract removal and a lens implant.

Stanton has written a letter to the family of her donor.

"I want you to know that your precious angel who donated their cornea will walk with me through a new life and light and see the world all over again for the first time with me," she wrote.

"Your family has my greatest blessings and gratitude for allowing me to see the world while I am still here, instead of staying in the darkness until I go with the angels some day."


Wow. How blessed that woman must feel. The gift of sight is one of the most amazing aspects of life in my opinion. I simply can not imagine what life would be like if i could not see. I look at the stars every night im able, and I find babies to be the most beautiful sight in the world, no matter what size, shape or color. To see her children for the first time must be amazing. Thank goodness for the technological advances we have and the ones yet to come. I hope things such as this become more feasible in the future to allow more unfortunate individuals to opportunity to live a better life.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

...Mary O'Hare and War....

Mary O'Hare and War

"You'll pretend you were men istead of babies, and you'll be played in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-lovoing, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we'll have a lot more of them. And they'll be fought by babies like the babies upstairs" (Slaughter-House-Five, p. 14).

First off, I agree with Mrs O'Hare in the point of war being a bad thing however, I dont think they are all inexpeienced babies. Our armies are made of strong, trained men. Yes, our soldiers arent dirty,old men or anything but old people wouldnt do as good of a job. Although there are war movies, I do not think that war is illustrated as being wonderful or glamorous.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Response to "shooting rats at the Bibb county dump" by Bottoms poem...

All I have to say is wow mr.G. That is an interesting choice of poem. The characters are friggen twisted. Honestly, who does that? The author of this poem needs counseling. The plot is kind of boring in my opinion. Drunk people go to a dump and shoot rats. Even with a story like that the author could have spiced it up a little. The mood is cold and a little sad. Theme? Well,...Hmm I suppose im not quite sure. I interpreted this as the rats being a symbol for the drunk guys. The rats were dirty, useless creatures, that had purpose in life. The guys were on the same path...

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