Gloging.

Across the state borders,

through the double glass doors,

under the blinding lights,

is a worn out, teal, spring floor

where a persons fear becomes reality

hearts race and and hands shake

when all eyes are on you

one mistake and you've let them down

where you learn the truth about how good you really are

the biggest cheerleading competiton of my life

Cheersport Atlanta, Georgia

Someone who lit a match.

In all my years in school I have had amazing english teachers, but there are two that stand out. Mrs. McGovern, my creative writing teacher my sophomore year and Ms. Ladd my english teacher last year and this year.

Mrs. McGovern was a HUGE poetry person and before her class I was not. She was obsessed with giving us ridiculous poem topics like making a sandwich or walking to school. For the first week or two I hated her class and almost switched out. Then my friends mom died and ever peom or story I wrote in her class was about her dying. Eventually I think Mrs. McGovern got kinda creeped out and pulled me aside and told me "It's good that you're grieving, because everyone does, but she wouldn't want your life to revolve around the fact that she's gone" and she was right. So she basically helped me move on.

And of course Ms. Ladd is another awesome english teacher I've had. There's so much to say but basically she's awesome, if I ask her for help she helps me, you can tell she cares about he students, and she shares me obsession with cheerleading! ; )

Nicknames...

There's one nickname I've had since I was probably three....Andi. I really used to hate it because it made me feel like people thought I was a boy. It doesn't really bother me now, but that could be because no one really calls me that anymore.

When I was born my mom really want to give me a name that could have a boy nickname. Why? I have no clue but it stuck and everyone in my family started calling me Andi. It was one of my biggest pet peeve and I'm pretty sure at one point I got so angry I stopped answering to it.

Eventually I had friends who discovered my nickname and started using it as well. So basically I got used to it and I don't really care anymore, Except when people I really don't like try to use it.

That drives me crazy.

She Walks in Beauty.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of clouds that fall and star that rise;

And all that's best of black and white.

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus calmed to that bright light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, on ray the less,

Partially impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every ravens tress,

Or lightly shine over her face;

Where thoughts to be honest express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on the cheek, and over her brow,

So soft, so calm, but eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But in all the days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.

best of the decade.

I think the best invention of the decade would be the iPod. iPods were incredibly helpful for people who need a small portable device to play music opposed to big portable CD players. Plus when someone wanted to listen to a different CD they didn't have to carry around a ton of CDs they could just download all the CDs they want on their iPod and later just scroll down to the right one.