August Rush
The film “August Rush” is a fairy tale. It doesn’t have princes, princesses, evil stepmothers, witches, or big bad wolves, but it’s a fairy tale nonetheless. And as such, it tells a story that resonates so strongly with its audience that it casts a magic spell. This movie is told in the language of music, and it exemplifies the harmonic connections between people, the rhythmic bonds that can never be broken in spite of distance and time. It’s also told in the language of faith, of the belief that love will indeed conquer all. No, this is not a realistic idea, but that’s not the point. Isn’t it nice that we have films like this to escape to when realism is bringing us down? Isn’t it wonderful when we find that one film that can raise our spirits? “August Rush” was that film for me, and I recommend it to anyone in need of rejuvenating emotional boost.
Dear Diary,
I need a place to let “things” go.
Things in which I can’t tell anyone else.
Things that people might ridicule me for….
my fantasies…… sometimes,
I can’t stand it….so I have to let it out.
I Can’t Write a Poem
Forget it
You must be kidding
I’m still half asleep
School is almost over
My brain isn’t working
I don’t know what to write
I almost missed the school bus this morning
I am hungry
No one can understand me
I am lazy
Time’s up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?
The Itsy Bitsy Spider
The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up Toy R Us
Down came the noise
and the alarm rang
Out came the policemen
and arrested the itsy bitsy spider
and the itsy bitsy spider poured his eyes out
Shoes. Let’s Get Some Shoes
Shoes are a very personal part of my wardrobe. They are worn everyday, unlike most clothing. I believe in shoes because they develop a character that is a reflection of me. Shoes represent life, and the roads I traveled, and the things I did and going to do. Shoes support me to stomp my way through my ambition. Whether they are a simple flip-flop to a complex boot, they have their own style and personality that articulate volumes about me. Shoes can be playful, comfortable, sexy, classy, rugged, sedate, ugly, pretty, and comical and may have high or low heels. I know how much fun they can be. Soldiers are certainly known by their boots. I think of all the pictures I’ve seen where the deceased soldier’s boots were placed with his rifle and helmet, as a memorial, it always gets to me.
My Exceptional Flight
My internal organs thumped against my chest as I dragged my bag along the carpet floor and into the corridor. As I walked into the long hall, I glanced up and noticed the sign telling me I could get on. My entire body could barely hold itself together with the anticipation of the monumental, dream-come-true event about to take place. I said to myself, “I’ll soon be in the air.” Then I remembered the song Airplane and tried to picture that great enjoyment the Beach Boys described. I slowed my pace to further enjoy what was happening. Swarms of people walked around me as I treasured knowing that one of my lifetime goals was now inevitably going to occur. The excitement and adrenaline running through my veins could have killed a horse.
Not being able to stand such self-torture, I hurried my pace to what was almost a jog, until I had caught up with the unfortunately boring group that I was, as I felt, universally bound to. I came to a bend in the tunnel, where I saw through the glass window, that which before entering gave no hint of its existence. “I’ll soon be in the air.”
Just after this quick bend, the crew became visible helping people on. Just before I entered the transportation unit, I looked down at the gap left between the door and I. The metal around the entry door was rusted and worn, which gave me an eerie feeling. Reluctantly, I stepped aboard and felt uneasy because it “caressed my mind so tenderly” as I saw those responsible for taking us to our destination. I would soon know for sure, how I felt about my now plausible career.
The stewardess then directed me towards the back, away from the cockpit. I looked at my ticket and at what seat I’d be sitting in. I had to duck in and around people putting their luggage into the upper compartments and look for my number on the back of my seat that matched my ticket stamp. As I walked past one of the windows, I glanced out and saw the right wing. It somehow gave me reassurance that I’d be fine and I’d soon be having the time of my life. “I’ll soon be in the air.”
Brian, a senior that had decided to go on the trip with us, called from in front of me and said that he had found both of our seats. I followed the sound of his voice through all of the people and luggage, until I was in the back of the plane. I tried to place my baggage in the compartment, but my shaking hands couldn’t hold onto it and it slipped from my grasp. I was a mess. Now shaking, my face turned bright red and in a confusion of everything, I grabbed the bag and shoved it in the compartment. That moment, I really “[needed] God as my guide”. Feeling dizzy now, I collapsed into my aisle seat and crawled into a slightly more comfortable sitting arrangement before I blacked out.
The next thing I saw was Brian’s ugly, hairy face. AHH! I screamed. I jumped out of my chair and hit my head against the hard, metal casing of the compartments above. The entire area turned dead silent and a hundred eyes were all concentrated on me. Moments seemed like “fifteen minutes” and eventually everyone went back to his or her normal business.
Another guy by the name of David helped me out of my seat and stand up. Around this time, Brian was also being helped out of the adjacent seats, because he’d been flung back in surprise. Dazed, I stood up and was somewhat comforted by those on the trip with me. One of the stewardesses, over the intercom, asked everyone to please take our seats and prepare for departure.
I quickly grabbed my small bag for entertainment purposes and pulled out my expensive, new camera. I handed it to the stewardess and told her it would be my first flight and that I’d appreciate it if she’d get a picture of the group and me. During the picture I was towards the right and some of the other kids were leaning on each others shoulders trying to get their face in the shot. We all shouted “airplane, airplane” instead of saying the normal, boring cheese.
We then took our seat and soon after, we started moving. I grew impatiently exited, whereas earlier I was nervous. I just couldn’t wait to see the “sun [shining] down on the great big beautiful scene”. The plane then did so many turns I thought it’d take an hour just to get to the runway. I spent my time talking to the people around me, talking about how nervous all of us were and how excited we were too.
Then, just as I looked out the window, a sudden gush of acceleration overtook everything and “the sound of engine [filled] my ears up”. My body was elevated up as if some superior power was effortlessly lifting everything. My hands clinched the armrests, my eyes widened, my body felt as if it was being torn apart, my heart tripled its rate, and my brain wanted to scream out in protection. Yet somehow, it was the best feeling I have ever experienced. Over the city “in an airplane that I can see everything below”, the “houses [looked] so tiny” and the “cars [looked] like dots”. I will never forget my first time “in the sky”.
How a House can Impact the Family
A house is a home that provides a safe haven for the family. However, it can affect all the individuals in its pervasive economic, social, and psychological significance. As a result, a home can have a positive and negative impact in the relationship within the family.
My aunt is currently living with her family in a very small house. Their house is only 728 sq. feet. It is very undersized and the only interior door is the bathroom and closet doors. By circumstance of my aunt’s son being premature, her family did not find a bigger home before the baby came. As a result, her three years old knows no bounds. He doesn’t understand anything about personal privacy or knocking before entering anyone’s room. He also doesn’t sleep very well because they have the TV downstairs in the living room and he could hear it. Furthermore, he could see the light in the loft that they were using as his room. Therefore, my aunt and her husband’s consequences were that they never have an adult time, while their teenage daughter can’t have company because none of them have the privacy to do so.
Financially it really wasn’t anything, but they were throwing money away on rent. Money will never get back thus; they are looking for a larger home. However, they worry that if they move to a bigger house, they won’t be as close as they were before. Even though each family member would gain more privacy, they also have to be concerned about the high expenses. The family members may have gotten on each other’s nerves, but they began to learn patience and have gotten closer in a tiny house they are living in. But their adaptation of their new home can make a difference.
Money
There was a man who worked all of his life and saved all of his money. He was a real miser when it came to his money. He loved money more than just about anything, and just before he died, he said to his wife, “Now listen, when I die, I want you to take all my money and place it in the casket with me. I wanna take my money to the afterlife.” So he got his wife to promise him with all her heart that when he died, she would put all the money in the casket with him. Well, one day he died. He was stretched out in the casket, the wife was sitting there in black next to her closest friend. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said “Wait just a minute!”She had a shoe box with her, she came over with the box and placed it in the casket. Then the undertakers locked the casket down and rolled it away. Her friend said, “I hope you weren’t crazy enough to put all that money in the casket.” “Yes,” the wife said, “I promised. I’m a good Christian, I can’t lie. I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him.” “You mean to tell me you put every cent of his money in the casket with him?” “I sure did. I got it all together, put it into my account and I wrote him a check.”
In the Season of Attention the Puppets Blink…
In the season of attention the puppets blink, the Barbie is getting dressed because she is attending a party with the dear Nutcracker. He is the most handsome boy in the entire city and he is Barbie’s partner. Barbie is very much proud. Barbie tries on many dresses to look her best. After her tries with the twelfth one, she has found the most perfect dress. She is going to wear a strapless pink mini dress with glass high-heel (and no she’s not copying Cinderella because Cinderella actually copied her. It’s a very long story). I must tell you. Barbie looks absolutely gorgeous. Ding Dong rings the doorbell. ‘Oh it must be Nutcracker’ thought Barbie as she was running to get the door. Barbie opens the door with a huge pretty smile. Well well well, what do we have here. it is the Nutcracker himself. Hello says he. Hello says she.
Story to be continued…
Something Really Beautiful
Seeing the old woman startles me. I stare openly at the soft aging line of her chin and at her hair, much grayer than I remember it to be. The worry lines on her brow deepen. I want to reach out to smooth them away. Then I see a smile that accentuates the laugh lines around her mouth. The stories of a full life are written all over her face.
A man enters the picture. He stands behind the woman’s chair, leans down and puts his arms around her, kissing her hair. His hands are heavily veined and wrinkled but I can feel their strength. I place my hands on his.
As I study the reflection of my husband’s face, our eyes meet, and I see something beautiful.
