Book Number: 39
Book Title: Devil Bones
Page Number: 304
Page Subtotal: 13418
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Ok
So this has been half brewing for a while, but it got brought up today, so now it's all fresh.
Class.
I hate its existence in our lives. I hate the need for there to be levels, segregation.
I got told today that people should marry within their class, not marry anyone who is beneath them
I nearly attacked them
What the hell is class anyway?
Is it just some levels that are sorted out by some high and mighty so and so somewhere
and let me guess, he's sitting at the top of the pile? Yeh, thought so
So what determines class? Is there an act, a word uttered that shuns you to a lower class?
Like, if I were to do one bad act, does that automatically mean I'm not better than the drug dealer down the road?
And furthermore, why is class sustained throughout generations?
is there anything that can be done to move up out of a class?
No, because in order to do that, you would have to marry out
and no, we can't have that now, can we
Don't get me wrong, this doesn't specifically apply to me, I don't have a fiancee on the cards
but it irritates me that my family thinks this
so what am I to do when I bring someone home to meet the family?
Do a background check and see how many loaves of bread their ancestors stole hundreds of years ago?
Like seriously, when does it end?
when does class stop mattering
because to me, it seems to be an endless cycle
because my family member suggested that if parents are bad, then kids are bad
but the thing is, we all have parents
which means it really IS a never ending cycle
Which makes it incredible unfair, unjust and just plain asdfjk;
And that brings be to another topic that's been brewing, and this one really pisses me off.
Discrimination and Prejudice.
again, completely useless and determined by some fat, rich old man who has nothing better to do but sit and point his finger.
The prejudices in society are that bad that on sony we were warned about how people would react to the fact that we were walking around public with disabled kids
Like, we were told how to react, and how they would react
it's just not right
what happened to accepting everyone for who they are?
Oh right, that went out the window with VCR's
welcome to the 2000's people, we discriminate these days
It just really irritates me that these amazing little people can be treated so poorly in society
It doesn't take 4 days to realise how amazing they all are
it doesn't take 4 days to realise that they are people too
That is an instant thing
they are a human, therefore they are just as important and amazing as you are
yet people seem to think that 'Disabled' means 'disregarded'
it's as if they don't matter in society
like they should be shunned, like they've done something bad to deserve this life
The one thing Sony taught me was that disabilities are not ways of being;
they are a personality trait
it does not, and should not define their entire life, it is merely an aspect of it
like being blonde, having blue eyes and long legs
it is a daily part of your life, but not the defining part of your life
The surprise on people's faces when they realise that someone who is confined to a chair and has limited movement, can read and communicate just as you can, just in a slightly different way was amazing.
Ok. I think that rant is over.
I'm off to bed.
Class.
I hate its existence in our lives. I hate the need for there to be levels, segregation.
I got told today that people should marry within their class, not marry anyone who is beneath them
I nearly attacked them
What the hell is class anyway?
Is it just some levels that are sorted out by some high and mighty so and so somewhere
and let me guess, he's sitting at the top of the pile? Yeh, thought so
So what determines class? Is there an act, a word uttered that shuns you to a lower class?
Like, if I were to do one bad act, does that automatically mean I'm not better than the drug dealer down the road?
And furthermore, why is class sustained throughout generations?
is there anything that can be done to move up out of a class?
No, because in order to do that, you would have to marry out
and no, we can't have that now, can we
Don't get me wrong, this doesn't specifically apply to me, I don't have a fiancee on the cards
but it irritates me that my family thinks this
so what am I to do when I bring someone home to meet the family?
Do a background check and see how many loaves of bread their ancestors stole hundreds of years ago?
Like seriously, when does it end?
when does class stop mattering
because to me, it seems to be an endless cycle
because my family member suggested that if parents are bad, then kids are bad
but the thing is, we all have parents
which means it really IS a never ending cycle
Which makes it incredible unfair, unjust and just plain asdfjk;
And that brings be to another topic that's been brewing, and this one really pisses me off.
Discrimination and Prejudice.
again, completely useless and determined by some fat, rich old man who has nothing better to do but sit and point his finger.
The prejudices in society are that bad that on sony we were warned about how people would react to the fact that we were walking around public with disabled kids
Like, we were told how to react, and how they would react
it's just not right
what happened to accepting everyone for who they are?
Oh right, that went out the window with VCR's
welcome to the 2000's people, we discriminate these days
It just really irritates me that these amazing little people can be treated so poorly in society
It doesn't take 4 days to realise how amazing they all are
it doesn't take 4 days to realise that they are people too
That is an instant thing
they are a human, therefore they are just as important and amazing as you are
yet people seem to think that 'Disabled' means 'disregarded'
it's as if they don't matter in society
like they should be shunned, like they've done something bad to deserve this life
The one thing Sony taught me was that disabilities are not ways of being;
they are a personality trait
it does not, and should not define their entire life, it is merely an aspect of it
like being blonde, having blue eyes and long legs
it is a daily part of your life, but not the defining part of your life
The surprise on people's faces when they realise that someone who is confined to a chair and has limited movement, can read and communicate just as you can, just in a slightly different way was amazing.
Ok. I think that rant is over.
I'm off to bed.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
My Sony Camp Speech
I doubt I'll actually get to say this on assembly, but I sincerely hope I do.
This is my version of the Sony Camp speech, and I thought I'd share it with you.
Corny as it may sound; 5 years ago I sat where you were sitting, watching the seniors get up and talk about this Sony camp thing and wondering what on earth it was. It wasn’t until the video started that I was captivated. Seeing these girls spending 4 days with these kids, taking them swimming and to movie world and all the rest was just so exciting and I knew then that I wanted that to be me when I was in year 12. And so when the time came for applications, I put my name down and we all went through the process of interviews and selections. When I got the letter saying I was in, words cannot describe my happiness.
So then the day arrived for us to go to Marist to get ready for our children to arrive. When Renata and my child, Ebony arrived we were so excited. We got everything unpacked and started to get to know each other. Ebony loved to talk and ask questions, so there was never a silent moment in our dorm. Ebony was also overjoyed to find that her best friend from school, Erin was also attending the camp, and our lives soon became centred around Erin, with Ebony always asking in her cute little voice ‘where Erin?’. After dinner it was time for T-shirt painting which is always a fun and messy activity. Our first night was better than most others, with Ebony going straight to sleep. After Ebony’s constant refrain of ‘pool tomorrow?’ the time finally came to put on our togs and set out for the Albany Creek Leisure centre. Ebony loved to swim so we had a lot of fun, and all the other children did too, especially Isabella, who Ebony called Ella Bella, who spent the whole time splashing her buddies with water.
After the pool and a lunch break, we all set off to the city to go on a river cruise. The cruise was enjoyed by some and not so much by others; we had a ‘green-faced club’ sitting outside in the fresh air, while the rest of us sat either inside or on the deck enjoying the views. Tired levels increasing, it was a long bus ride home with one of the other children Daniel providing in-bus entertainment on the way home. After another messy dinner it was time for entertainment night with musical instruments and music, but Ebony was too tired so we put her to bed. After all the children were asleep, it was time for the infamous ‘debrief’, which soon became dubbed the ‘cry sesh’. This was a good opportunity each night to let each other know how we were all coping with our children, as well as share any particularly special or difficult experiences of the day. This allowed us all the chance to know exactly where we all needed help or assistance and it was a great bonding time for us companions.
Day three brought movie world. Up until Sunday morning we weren’t allowed to tell the children that we were going to movie world in case we got rained out, but when we told them the excitement levels were off the scale. After a long bus ride full of questions about the day’s activities we finally arrived. The children’s faces that day made up for all the lost sleep and stress, and Reni and I experienced Ebony’s first REAL smile on the tweety-bird ride, as her and Catrin we having the time of their lives. After lunch and a train ride, it was time to get back on the bus and go back to Marist for our last night. After dinner it was time for a mass which ran surprisingly smoothly, with the only talkers being Chris telling us about his allergies to cats in the middle of the prayers of intercession. The children went to bed and we had another debrief, before we all fell asleep and woke to our last day at Sony Camp.
After breakfast it was time for games in the hall, which included musical statues, ball games, a conga line and face painting. An appearance from the local firemen meant that the kids had a go at holding a hose, sitting in the truck and getting plenty of stickers. After lunch it was time to pack up and get ready for the party, where everyone’s parents came to pick up the kids and mingle for a few hours. We had a show from Peebo and Dagwood the clowns and the parents were able to see the video that was put together by some of the Marist boys. After that it was time for some very teary goodbye’s as we sent our children on their way. after a final debrief it was time for us to all go home and get some much needed sleep.
All in all the Sony camp experience was amazing. It is now just a memory, but those memories were what made the experience. Though we were tired beyond words, there were moments that made it COMPLETELY worthwhile, like Hugh’s Shrek ears, Emily’s love for hand dryers, Mikayla doing wheelies, Brendon, who was blind, saying that he too couldn’t see the lost hat, Zoe’s cars, Isabella’s beads and Maisy, Daniel’s daily career changes, Chris’ love of Miley Cyrus, Tallis in his cute blue hoodie, or Richard’s amazing ability to find a packet of wheelies wherever he went. It is these memories that pulled us through, and it is these memories that will be unforgettable about our Sony Camp experience.
This is my version of the Sony Camp speech, and I thought I'd share it with you.
Corny as it may sound; 5 years ago I sat where you were sitting, watching the seniors get up and talk about this Sony camp thing and wondering what on earth it was. It wasn’t until the video started that I was captivated. Seeing these girls spending 4 days with these kids, taking them swimming and to movie world and all the rest was just so exciting and I knew then that I wanted that to be me when I was in year 12. And so when the time came for applications, I put my name down and we all went through the process of interviews and selections. When I got the letter saying I was in, words cannot describe my happiness.
So then the day arrived for us to go to Marist to get ready for our children to arrive. When Renata and my child, Ebony arrived we were so excited. We got everything unpacked and started to get to know each other. Ebony loved to talk and ask questions, so there was never a silent moment in our dorm. Ebony was also overjoyed to find that her best friend from school, Erin was also attending the camp, and our lives soon became centred around Erin, with Ebony always asking in her cute little voice ‘where Erin?’. After dinner it was time for T-shirt painting which is always a fun and messy activity. Our first night was better than most others, with Ebony going straight to sleep. After Ebony’s constant refrain of ‘pool tomorrow?’ the time finally came to put on our togs and set out for the Albany Creek Leisure centre. Ebony loved to swim so we had a lot of fun, and all the other children did too, especially Isabella, who Ebony called Ella Bella, who spent the whole time splashing her buddies with water.
After the pool and a lunch break, we all set off to the city to go on a river cruise. The cruise was enjoyed by some and not so much by others; we had a ‘green-faced club’ sitting outside in the fresh air, while the rest of us sat either inside or on the deck enjoying the views. Tired levels increasing, it was a long bus ride home with one of the other children Daniel providing in-bus entertainment on the way home. After another messy dinner it was time for entertainment night with musical instruments and music, but Ebony was too tired so we put her to bed. After all the children were asleep, it was time for the infamous ‘debrief’, which soon became dubbed the ‘cry sesh’. This was a good opportunity each night to let each other know how we were all coping with our children, as well as share any particularly special or difficult experiences of the day. This allowed us all the chance to know exactly where we all needed help or assistance and it was a great bonding time for us companions.
Day three brought movie world. Up until Sunday morning we weren’t allowed to tell the children that we were going to movie world in case we got rained out, but when we told them the excitement levels were off the scale. After a long bus ride full of questions about the day’s activities we finally arrived. The children’s faces that day made up for all the lost sleep and stress, and Reni and I experienced Ebony’s first REAL smile on the tweety-bird ride, as her and Catrin we having the time of their lives. After lunch and a train ride, it was time to get back on the bus and go back to Marist for our last night. After dinner it was time for a mass which ran surprisingly smoothly, with the only talkers being Chris telling us about his allergies to cats in the middle of the prayers of intercession. The children went to bed and we had another debrief, before we all fell asleep and woke to our last day at Sony Camp.
After breakfast it was time for games in the hall, which included musical statues, ball games, a conga line and face painting. An appearance from the local firemen meant that the kids had a go at holding a hose, sitting in the truck and getting plenty of stickers. After lunch it was time to pack up and get ready for the party, where everyone’s parents came to pick up the kids and mingle for a few hours. We had a show from Peebo and Dagwood the clowns and the parents were able to see the video that was put together by some of the Marist boys. After that it was time for some very teary goodbye’s as we sent our children on their way. after a final debrief it was time for us to all go home and get some much needed sleep.
All in all the Sony camp experience was amazing. It is now just a memory, but those memories were what made the experience. Though we were tired beyond words, there were moments that made it COMPLETELY worthwhile, like Hugh’s Shrek ears, Emily’s love for hand dryers, Mikayla doing wheelies, Brendon, who was blind, saying that he too couldn’t see the lost hat, Zoe’s cars, Isabella’s beads and Maisy, Daniel’s daily career changes, Chris’ love of Miley Cyrus, Tallis in his cute blue hoodie, or Richard’s amazing ability to find a packet of wheelies wherever he went. It is these memories that pulled us through, and it is these memories that will be unforgettable about our Sony Camp experience.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I'm ready
I've been waiting 4 years for this.
Four years ago, as a small little 12 year old I sat in a massive hall full of people
and heard stories about the big girls, the ones who went on this camp
at first I was confused, there were so many things going on I didn't know one camp from the other
but once I heard them talk, once I saw the photos, the videos
I was intrigued, I was captivated by the thought of this camp.
I decided then and there that I was going to go.
I promised myself that if there was one thing that I did in those 5 years, it would be this camp.
When the nominations came around I was quick to put my form in.
I was so keen to go, yet so afraid I would be told that I wasn't good enough
When I got that letter, there were no words to describe my joy
No words.
But then you didn't, and I felt bad for being happy
I've had small sneaky bursts of excitement, but nothing major
I've been preparing for this for 4 years
and I'm ready
I'm ready for whatever this child has to throw at me
I'm ready for tantrums, abuse, anger, no sleep
I knew what I was signing up for, and I'm ready.
I know you can't go
and I know you hate that, I hate it too
But I'm sorry, I have to be happy
Because this is going to be the best experience of my life
I've been preparing and waiting for this for 4 years!
For those who are going, we're going to be in for a long weekend :)
But we were picked for a reason
No matter what happens, don't be scared, don't be worried
We'll be fine, we'll be good enough
We'll have the experience of our lives.
Four years ago, as a small little 12 year old I sat in a massive hall full of people
and heard stories about the big girls, the ones who went on this camp
at first I was confused, there were so many things going on I didn't know one camp from the other
but once I heard them talk, once I saw the photos, the videos
I was intrigued, I was captivated by the thought of this camp.
I decided then and there that I was going to go.
I promised myself that if there was one thing that I did in those 5 years, it would be this camp.
When the nominations came around I was quick to put my form in.
I was so keen to go, yet so afraid I would be told that I wasn't good enough
When I got that letter, there were no words to describe my joy
No words.
But then you didn't, and I felt bad for being happy
I've had small sneaky bursts of excitement, but nothing major
I've been preparing for this for 4 years
and I'm ready
I'm ready for whatever this child has to throw at me
I'm ready for tantrums, abuse, anger, no sleep
I knew what I was signing up for, and I'm ready.
I know you can't go
and I know you hate that, I hate it too
But I'm sorry, I have to be happy
Because this is going to be the best experience of my life
I've been preparing and waiting for this for 4 years!
For those who are going, we're going to be in for a long weekend :)
But we were picked for a reason
No matter what happens, don't be scared, don't be worried
We'll be fine, we'll be good enough
We'll have the experience of our lives.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
So
Maths is done.
And now that I'm into it, I think I'm actually going to enjoy SOR. I actually sorta wish it was a hand in assignment... I could have fun with it :D
On another note, yet I'm sure related,
Is my presence in life recently.
Like my PRESENCE, actually being there, noticing things, involving myself in things
Today I found out that my friend's grandmother died nearly a week ago, and I didn't even notice
I don't notice anything
I'm constantly wrapped up in my thoughts, I'm snappy, self absorbed, impatient and just plain absent.
And I can't blame it on lack of sleep, because I sleep well
I can't blame it on stress, becuase up till yesterday, I was fine
You ruined my brain. I was going fine without you for 2 odd years,
then you pop back into my life, and I can think of nothing else
You make me confused, uncertain.
You make me think things I don't want to consider
Doing things to people I would never imagine
and it's your fault
You planted them in my brain
It's your fault
And you don't even know
Because you never noticed me
you never noticed my reaction to your every word, your every movement
You've taken over my life in the last 2 weeks
and for what?
a few abstract, inrealistic dreams?
Well thanks a lot. Thanks for nothing
But no matter how much I want to stop thinking about you
No matter how much I try to make you go away
you return, more than before
I hope someday you realise
Just how much time I spend on you
I hope someday I can actually tell you so many things
I'll add them to the list of the other 'someday' wishes I have of you and me
And now that I'm into it, I think I'm actually going to enjoy SOR. I actually sorta wish it was a hand in assignment... I could have fun with it :D
On another note, yet I'm sure related,
Is my presence in life recently.
Like my PRESENCE, actually being there, noticing things, involving myself in things
Today I found out that my friend's grandmother died nearly a week ago, and I didn't even notice
I don't notice anything
I'm constantly wrapped up in my thoughts, I'm snappy, self absorbed, impatient and just plain absent.
And I can't blame it on lack of sleep, because I sleep well
I can't blame it on stress, becuase up till yesterday, I was fine
You ruined my brain. I was going fine without you for 2 odd years,
then you pop back into my life, and I can think of nothing else
You make me confused, uncertain.
You make me think things I don't want to consider
Doing things to people I would never imagine
and it's your fault
You planted them in my brain
It's your fault
And you don't even know
Because you never noticed me
you never noticed my reaction to your every word, your every movement
You've taken over my life in the last 2 weeks
and for what?
a few abstract, inrealistic dreams?
Well thanks a lot. Thanks for nothing
But no matter how much I want to stop thinking about you
No matter how much I try to make you go away
you return, more than before
I hope someday you realise
Just how much time I spend on you
I hope someday I can actually tell you so many things
I'll add them to the list of the other 'someday' wishes I have of you and me
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Sigh
I have no energy for this.
In order to pass these exams, I need 24 hours solid sleep and a weekend for study.
Instead I get 7 hours at the most and about 5 for study. FML
In order to pass these exams, I need 24 hours solid sleep and a weekend for study.
Instead I get 7 hours at the most and about 5 for study. FML
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Book 38 - A Death in Tuscany
Book Number: 38
Book Name: A Death in Tuscany
Page Number: 381
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Book Name: A Death in Tuscany
Page Number: 381
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Book 37 - Circle of Flight
Book Number: 37
Book Name: Circle of Flight
Page Number: 303
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Book Name: Circle of Flight
Page Number: 303
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