The Real Christmas

Authors Note: Since Christmas is coming faster than ever I wanted to write something that reflected Christmas time. In this piece I worked on my descriptive language so you can have a clear picture in your mind. Please enjoy!

Christmas is a time of joy and warm hearts. Every Sunday kids wait to receive the toy ads so they can mark up the pages with their wishes for Christmas. Everywhere you go you see trees, wreaths, and lights. How can one not get excited when you visit the mall where the holiday spirit fills the stores? The sound of Christmas music playing and the smell of cookies fill each and every house. Presents slowly make their appearance beneath the pine needles of the annual Christmas tree.

There are so many family traditions and friendly gatherings that the excitement begins to fade. By the time Christmas arrives people are so sick and tired of buying presents, baking cookies, and wrapping gifts. Could it be that the real meaning of Christmas is lost? Many find themselves forgetting why we even celebrate this holiday in the first place.

Christmas is not all about cookies or decorations; it is about the birth of Jesus. Born in a stable and lied in a manger, he brought love and compassion to the world. Enough love that that he died on a cross so we could be saved. Christmas is a time to give and to love just as Jesus did to us. If one finds himself losing joy when buying presents, it may mean that he has forgotten the real meaning of Christmas.

Cookies, decorations, wreaths, gifts, and trees are all apart of Christmas. It’s the delight of these Holiday traditions  that resemble Jesus because he gave us the ultimate gift. The ultimate gift of salvation!

Debate 2012

Authors Note: On Tuesday, November 6th Mckena Stocks and I conducted a debate. I wanted to post this video on my blog because I wanted other students that couldn't sit in the debate to be able to watch it. The special technique I used on this video was what I call the "Two Vision Take" meaning I used two videos of the same debate and mashed them together to make one debate video.

The Girl in the Castle

Authors Note: When I started writing this piece as a stream of consciousness I had the vision to have it be a very long writing piece. During my writing though I talked to Mr. Johnson and he told me some advise "longer is not better" then after that meeting I realized if I leave my story as it is it will have this suspense and mystery to it, that a longer story would not have had. In this short story I am working on my content of my writing.
Waking up I feel the sun beating on my face almost as a natural alarm clock. My senses are awaking as I hear birds chirping and the smell of my delectable breakfast being prepared. Now slipping out of bed in my purple satin pajamas I slid onto the floor and gather myself. Standing up I walk to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. Breathing heavily from the freezing water ,I look in mirror and face myself. Why should I be set apart from the world trapped inside this dungeon like Rapunzel. I am not Rapunzel I am not waiting for my king to save me. I'm 13 and needing to live my life my own way not being over looked by my parents and stuck in this castle. I get to go outside once a day only when the guards are on duty other wise I am kept in side like an animal at the zoo.When I was little I had fun in this castle running around in my new dresses and having adventures but since the "Attack" everything has changed. Things became more protected for me. My friendships were broken apart because of my parents wanted to keep me safe. Even things so small effected my whole life. There's only one way to change my life around… To escape. I have been planning my escape to leave this dreadful castle since a year after the attack. "KNOCK KNOCK Breakfast is ready" coming back to reality I had realized I was still looking in the mirror. Gathering my thoughts and emotions, I put on my slippers, walked to the kitchen and joined my parents for breakfast completely putting away all thought I had before.