In reality my name is Christina.
Back in the day my name was full of smiles.
Then suddenly it changed to everything's wrong.
Yesterday my name was giving up.
My name was once feeling guilty.
Today my name is hopeful.
Maybe tomorrow my name will be happy.
Inside my name is always worried.
Secretly my name is simply scared.
In my dream my name was everything's right.
Hopefully in the future my name will be loving life.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Just call me Christina.
My name is actually Christina Tucker. I was given this name when I was born.
My mom used to call me her special girl.
To the past my name is the quiet and shy one.
At home I’m now known as the dramatic one.
At school I am the chatty one.
To my math teacher my name is Christina Talker.
To my little sister, I am the nice one, to everybody.
To my dad my name is my sisters’ name.
To my baby sister my name is sometimes mom.
Nowadays my name is the bipolar one. Happy or sad, my mood changes each day.
In my dreams they call me the happy girl. I’m always smiling.
Secretely I'm not quite sure what my name really is,
And in the future who knows what I might go by.
But for now just call me Christina.
My mom used to call me her special girl.
To the past my name is the quiet and shy one.
At home I’m now known as the dramatic one.
At school I am the chatty one.
To my math teacher my name is Christina Talker.
To my little sister, I am the nice one, to everybody.
To my dad my name is my sisters’ name.
To my baby sister my name is sometimes mom.
Nowadays my name is the bipolar one. Happy or sad, my mood changes each day.
In my dreams they call me the happy girl. I’m always smiling.
Secretely I'm not quite sure what my name really is,
And in the future who knows what I might go by.
But for now just call me Christina.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thoughts from image #1
Looking back at the past, thinking of so many memories. So many good and happy things have happened throughout my life. When I look back and think about things, for some reason I think of sad things;the things that made me cry, made me unhappy. Seems as if the sad things in life, even if there's few, can just overpower all the great things that happen to you. You have to move on though, but you also have to learn from your past. Never forget what has happened in your past, and every once in a while it's not a bad idea to look back into your past. :)
Thoughts from image #3
This is scary
I dont like this
What is going on?
Does she know?
No one knows, we can't ask her
She won't speak
Looks like something is taking over her body
I don't like the sight of this
It scares me
Her body is lifted into the darkness
Her body is pushed back down onto the bed by the wind
And a bright light shines down on her
She is gone
We're left with nothing more than her body
Along with the memories
I dont like this
What is going on?
Does she know?
No one knows, we can't ask her
She won't speak
Looks like something is taking over her body
I don't like the sight of this
It scares me
Her body is lifted into the darkness
Her body is pushed back down onto the bed by the wind
And a bright light shines down on her
She is gone
We're left with nothing more than her body
Along with the memories
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I remember...
I remember having two sisters and one brother.
I remember when my sister ran into the corner of a wall really hard, it left a mark on her cheek that looks like a dimple.
I remember having birthday parties when I was younger.
I remember playing dolls with my best friend.
I remember when my best friends dog had puppies, we played house with them instead and we'd put them in baskets and strollers.
I remember my sharing a room with my little sister, I always got blamed for her mess.
I remember when we were having the addition put onto our house. It was all just like one big room, me and my brother and sister were running around in it, just having fun and laughing.
My parents did foster care for 10years of my life. I remember a few sets of kids specifically that were really hard to let go of. Basically my whole life kids were coming and leaving my house, it was a pretty hard thing to deal with. You love someone and get really close to them, they were like my siblings. But then they'd have to leave and go back to their biological families. My family did foster care seeking to adopt, after 10years our family is finally complete. It's really big, I have a lot of siblings. We first adopted my brother, and then we adopted a sib group of five kids. I have two biological sisters, so I have eight siblings.
I remember being happy.
I remember thinking everything was finally coming together.
I remember crying, being worried and scared for them.
I remember never knowing what's going to happen next.
I remember the last time I saw my grandma before she passed away. She had cancer.
I remember the day when my grandma died. I remember where I was when my mom called wanting to talk to my dad. I asked her if grandma was okay and she told me yea but I knew she just didn't want to tell me the truth over the phone.
And I remember crying all night long, just missing my grandma.
I remember always being so worried about people I care about, that are having problems.
I remember not being able to get people off my mind. Just trying to figure them out, trying to understand them even just a little bit.
I remember when my sister ran into the corner of a wall really hard, it left a mark on her cheek that looks like a dimple.
I remember having birthday parties when I was younger.
I remember playing dolls with my best friend.
I remember when my best friends dog had puppies, we played house with them instead and we'd put them in baskets and strollers.
I remember my sharing a room with my little sister, I always got blamed for her mess.
I remember when we were having the addition put onto our house. It was all just like one big room, me and my brother and sister were running around in it, just having fun and laughing.
My parents did foster care for 10years of my life. I remember a few sets of kids specifically that were really hard to let go of. Basically my whole life kids were coming and leaving my house, it was a pretty hard thing to deal with. You love someone and get really close to them, they were like my siblings. But then they'd have to leave and go back to their biological families. My family did foster care seeking to adopt, after 10years our family is finally complete. It's really big, I have a lot of siblings. We first adopted my brother, and then we adopted a sib group of five kids. I have two biological sisters, so I have eight siblings.
I remember being happy.
I remember thinking everything was finally coming together.
I remember crying, being worried and scared for them.
I remember never knowing what's going to happen next.
I remember the last time I saw my grandma before she passed away. She had cancer.
I remember the day when my grandma died. I remember where I was when my mom called wanting to talk to my dad. I asked her if grandma was okay and she told me yea but I knew she just didn't want to tell me the truth over the phone.
And I remember crying all night long, just missing my grandma.
I remember always being so worried about people I care about, that are having problems.
I remember not being able to get people off my mind. Just trying to figure them out, trying to understand them even just a little bit.
Leaving
When someone leaves, it sometimes feels as if you've lost them. You are very close to that person, you love them, and they mean a lot to you. Even if you know where they're at, you probably don't know what it's like and how they are being treated. Do they feel like an outsider? Do they just want to come home? You don't know. You don't know how they're feeling and you wonder what thoughts are going through their mind.
All you know is when they're gone, all you want is for them to come home. You know that this is what needs to happen eventually. Nothing feels right when they're gone; everything's just wrong. You aren't happy, and neither are they. Imagine someone you're used to seeing every day, imagine not being able to see them for a few months, and not knowing how much longer it will be until you can see them again.The worst part is that they are not able to come home right now. The thing is that when they're home things just never work out, and when they're gone nothing is quite right either.
When they're away, they are constantly on your mind, you're always worrying about them. You can't really tell how they are feeling about the situation; they act as if they aren't bothered by what's going on, but you know that deep down inside they do care. They hide their true feelings, while you're worried and scared for them.
Leaving is a hard thing to deal with, especially when coming back home isn't as simple as it sounds, and you have to work through a lot of things before it can happen. When someone you really care about leaves, it sometimes feels as if you've lost them, maybe even forever.
All you know is when they're gone, all you want is for them to come home. You know that this is what needs to happen eventually. Nothing feels right when they're gone; everything's just wrong. You aren't happy, and neither are they. Imagine someone you're used to seeing every day, imagine not being able to see them for a few months, and not knowing how much longer it will be until you can see them again.The worst part is that they are not able to come home right now. The thing is that when they're home things just never work out, and when they're gone nothing is quite right either.
When they're away, they are constantly on your mind, you're always worrying about them. You can't really tell how they are feeling about the situation; they act as if they aren't bothered by what's going on, but you know that deep down inside they do care. They hide their true feelings, while you're worried and scared for them.
Leaving is a hard thing to deal with, especially when coming back home isn't as simple as it sounds, and you have to work through a lot of things before it can happen. When someone you really care about leaves, it sometimes feels as if you've lost them, maybe even forever.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Words
Feb.11, 2010
NOUNS
1. Ablepharia- a congenital absence of eyelids (partial or complete)
2. Hyperconstitutionalism- constitutional rule or authority.
3. Trombiculidae- a family of mites whose larvae are parasitic to vertebrates and whose nymphs and adults are bright red and live on insect eggs or on microorganisms in the soil.
4. Fratcher- a quarrel; argument; dispute.
5. Spoliation- the act of stripping and taking by force. the act of injuring especially beyond reclaim
ADJECTIVES
1. Unmeteorological- pertaining to meteorology or to phenomena of the atmosphere or weather.
2. Unradiant- emitting rays of light; shining; bright. Bright with joy, hope.
3. Antierosive- serving to erode; causing erosion.
4. Superinnocent- free from moral wrong; without sin; pure, not causing physical or moral injury; harmless, to the highest degree.
5. biochemic- the chemistry of living matter.
VERBS
1. Transfix- to make or hold motionless with amazement, awe, terror. To pierce through with or as if with a pointed weapon.
2. Stigmatizing- to set some mark of disgrace or infamy upon. To mark with a stigma or brand.
3. Expiated- To atone for; make amends or reparation for.
4. Wimple- to cover or muffle with or as if with a wimple.
5. Mottle- to mark with spots or blotches of different color or shades of color as if stained.
NOUNS
1. Ablepharia- a congenital absence of eyelids (partial or complete)
2. Hyperconstitutionalism- constitutional rule or authority.
3. Trombiculidae- a family of mites whose larvae are parasitic to vertebrates and whose nymphs and adults are bright red and live on insect eggs or on microorganisms in the soil.
4. Fratcher- a quarrel; argument; dispute.
5. Spoliation- the act of stripping and taking by force. the act of injuring especially beyond reclaim
ADJECTIVES
1. Unmeteorological- pertaining to meteorology or to phenomena of the atmosphere or weather.
2. Unradiant- emitting rays of light; shining; bright. Bright with joy, hope.
3. Antierosive- serving to erode; causing erosion.
4. Superinnocent- free from moral wrong; without sin; pure, not causing physical or moral injury; harmless, to the highest degree.
5. biochemic- the chemistry of living matter.
VERBS
1. Transfix- to make or hold motionless with amazement, awe, terror. To pierce through with or as if with a pointed weapon.
2. Stigmatizing- to set some mark of disgrace or infamy upon. To mark with a stigma or brand.
3. Expiated- To atone for; make amends or reparation for.
4. Wimple- to cover or muffle with or as if with a wimple.
5. Mottle- to mark with spots or blotches of different color or shades of color as if stained.
My Comments to Friends.
To Aleshia:
Hey Aleshia!
I like your poem a lot. You did a good job with your metaphors, they really do sound like you lol. My favorite line was the one about the cacoon, rough on the outside but beautiful on the inside. It's cute and made me smile. :]
To Katherine:
These are all really good, I'm not sure which one is my favorite. I think I'll have to say it's the last line. "I am Dr. Pepper, with my twenty-seven Different flavors of emotion." I also like the one about the volcano, how it can erupt at any time. I can relate to both of these lol, I like your poem a lot, seems like you put a lot of thought into it :)
Hey Aleshia!
I like your poem a lot. You did a good job with your metaphors, they really do sound like you lol. My favorite line was the one about the cacoon, rough on the outside but beautiful on the inside. It's cute and made me smile. :]
To Katherine:
These are all really good, I'm not sure which one is my favorite. I think I'll have to say it's the last line. "I am Dr. Pepper, with my twenty-seven Different flavors of emotion." I also like the one about the volcano, how it can erupt at any time. I can relate to both of these lol, I like your poem a lot, seems like you put a lot of thought into it :)
"I am me, one of a kind"
I am different, unlike everyone else
I am the color pink, every shade for every different mood
I am a scrible drawn by a three year old; it's not just random lines on paper
I used to be a giggle laughing at everything and anything
I am a puppy who only wants to be loved and feel special
I'm a bouncy ball; gets dropped and doesn't know where it's going; confused
I am chicken noodle soup, sometimes a cure when you're not feeling well
I am a video tape, just blurts out the words and doesn't think
I am wind blowing through the air, just goes with the flow
I am a dead battery, in need of being recharged
I am the tails side of a penny but luck is said to be on the other side
I am the number 99, everyone grabs a friend but I'm the odd one left all alone
I am a sprained ankle walked on without crutches; mess with me I'll break
I am a drum set when I get mad, banging making as much commotion as I can
I am the sun willing to brighten up anyone's day
I am the end of the rainbow, somewhere that's impossible to find
I am a needle in a haystack, lost and waiting to be found
I am a rocking chair, goes back and fourth not sure which way to go
I am a goldfish with a memory of only about three seconds
I am a missing child hoping someone will find me
I am an overcooked marshmallow, about to explode at any time
I am a smile with a cold; contagious
I am a cloud trying not to get in the way of the day being full of sunshine
I am a cell phone ringing at a random time; don't see the consequences just go for it
I am worried, scared, and hurting inside
I am afraid of losing people forever
I am deep, always over thinking everything
I am me, one of a kind
-Christina Tucker
I am the color pink, every shade for every different mood
I am a scrible drawn by a three year old; it's not just random lines on paper
I used to be a giggle laughing at everything and anything
I am a puppy who only wants to be loved and feel special
I'm a bouncy ball; gets dropped and doesn't know where it's going; confused
I am chicken noodle soup, sometimes a cure when you're not feeling well
I am a video tape, just blurts out the words and doesn't think
I am wind blowing through the air, just goes with the flow
I am a dead battery, in need of being recharged
I am the tails side of a penny but luck is said to be on the other side
I am the number 99, everyone grabs a friend but I'm the odd one left all alone
I am a sprained ankle walked on without crutches; mess with me I'll break
I am a drum set when I get mad, banging making as much commotion as I can
I am the sun willing to brighten up anyone's day
I am the end of the rainbow, somewhere that's impossible to find
I am a needle in a haystack, lost and waiting to be found
I am a rocking chair, goes back and fourth not sure which way to go
I am a goldfish with a memory of only about three seconds
I am a missing child hoping someone will find me
I am an overcooked marshmallow, about to explode at any time
I am a smile with a cold; contagious
I am a cloud trying not to get in the way of the day being full of sunshine
I am a cell phone ringing at a random time; don't see the consequences just go for it
I am worried, scared, and hurting inside
I am afraid of losing people forever
I am deep, always over thinking everything
I am me, one of a kind
-Christina Tucker
Monday, February 8, 2010
LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF A CHILD. By Cindy Pike Dunning
LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF A CHILD
Teddy, I've been bad again
My mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong
But I thought you might know.
When I woke this morning
I knew that she was mad
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.
I tried my best to be real good
And do just what she said
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.
But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry
Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad
And I should be ashamed.
When I said "I love you Mommy",
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth,
Or I'd get smacked again
So, I came up here to talk to you
Please tell me what to do
Cause I really love my mommy,
And I know she loves me, too
And I don't think my mommy means,
To hit quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
How big they really are
So Teddy, I wish you were real
And you weren't just a bear
Then you could help me find a way
To tell mommies everywhere
To please try to understand
How sad it makes us feel;
Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals
And if we could make them listen,
Maybe the'd understand;
So other children just like me
Wouldn't have to hurt again
But, for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there.
I know you'd never hurt me,
So goodnight, Teddy Bear...
By Cindy Pike Dunning
I thought that this poem was really touching. It gives you an idea of how an abused child feels from their point of view. All they want is to be loved and cared for, and children don't understand any of what's going on in these situations. The poem says how the outside pain heals but the inside pain never does. This is really true and I know because I have younger siblings that were adopted into my family. I know that the abuse that they went through changed their lives forever; the scars will never really go away.
Teddy, I've been bad again
My mommy told me so;
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong
But I thought you might know.
When I woke this morning
I knew that she was mad
Cause she was crying awful hard,
And yelling at my dad.
I tried my best to be real good
And do just what she said
I cleaned my room all by myself,
I even made my bed.
But I spilled milk on my good shirt,
When she yelled at me to hurry
And I guess she didn't hear me,
When I told her I was sorry
Cause she hit me awful hard, you see,
And called me funny names;
And told me I was really bad
And I should be ashamed.
When I said "I love you Mommy",
I guess she didn't understand;
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth,
Or I'd get smacked again
So, I came up here to talk to you
Please tell me what to do
Cause I really love my mommy,
And I know she loves me, too
And I don't think my mommy means,
To hit quite so hard;
I guess sometimes, grown ups forget
How big they really are
So Teddy, I wish you were real
And you weren't just a bear
Then you could help me find a way
To tell mommies everywhere
To please try to understand
How sad it makes us feel;
Cause the outside pain soon goes a way,
But the inside never heals
And if we could make them listen,
Maybe the'd understand;
So other children just like me
Wouldn't have to hurt again
But, for now, I guess I'll hold you tight,
And pretend the pain's not there.
I know you'd never hurt me,
So goodnight, Teddy Bear...
By Cindy Pike Dunning
I thought that this poem was really touching. It gives you an idea of how an abused child feels from their point of view. All they want is to be loved and cared for, and children don't understand any of what's going on in these situations. The poem says how the outside pain heals but the inside pain never does. This is really true and I know because I have younger siblings that were adopted into my family. I know that the abuse that they went through changed their lives forever; the scars will never really go away.
Friday, February 5, 2010
My Life Today
Lately I've realized that we should live life to its fullest. We shouldn't take anything for granted and appreciate what we have. Right now things aren't going the best but there's no point in being sad all the time, so I'm trying to make the best out of the situation. Hopefully a lot more good will come out of this and everything will get better.
I'm doing good in school and I get good grades. I baybsit my little siblings often and I usually don't mind doing it. I recently got my drivers license and have been driving to school. It's nice being able to drive to hangout with friends rather than having my parents drive me around.
I'm doing good in school and I get good grades. I baybsit my little siblings often and I usually don't mind doing it. I recently got my drivers license and have been driving to school. It's nice being able to drive to hangout with friends rather than having my parents drive me around.
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