[F] Victorian house p2

     She closed the door and walked quicker to the next one. She turned and pulled on the doorknob but it wouldnt open. She noticed that the handle on this door was different from the rest. This one was crystal and looked in pristine condition. The other handles were a dull brassy metal, many with dents in them. She felt the keyhole beneath it and wondered why this door was the only one that locked successfully. All the other rooms in the house had locks but they all were taken out. She was curious to what was in that room. She'd have to find  the skeleton key that worked for that door but she didnt know where she could find it. She let the idea pass and continued her search for the box.

     She opened her parents room and searched along the walls, finding nothing. She decided to check their closet and as she opened the door, something fell on top of her. She gasped and held her breath. It was just her fathers coat. She shined her light inside the closet and found the silver box on the side. Thank god. She let out a sigh of relief. As she opened it she pushed all the switches that were off to the top of the board. The box creaked and she heard the generator downstairs roar. She put away her phone and closed the lid. She felt her heart rate slow down and she shut her parents door.

[BC] Victorian house

     "What just happened?" she thought as the lights flickered out in the kitchen. The big, empty Victorian house was silent. She was home alone. Her parents had gone out for the weekend; on some trip down south or something. It wasn't something that she really cared about, she just wanted to be alone. But alone in the creepy old Victorian house she has yet to get used to. There was so much space she felt as if there were things tucked away in the dark corners of the house that she didnt notice. Things that were watching her from a distance. Sarah knew she had to find the electric box to turn all the lights back on but she had no clue where to start looking. The house was pitch black. She could barely see what was surrounding her. Lining the perimeter of the house were several huge tall trees blocking any possible light from entering. Many were so tall and old that they began to lean onto the side of the house and when there was a breeze, the branches would scratch at the windows.

     Sarah had no clue where her mother put the flashlights so she pulled out her phone to try to provide a little light. She finished unpacking the previous day so there were still empty boxes scattered across the floor in the hallways that she continuously tripped over. The light from her phone barely emanated a foot in front of her. She carefully maneuvered through the dark searching for the metal box on the wall. She would rather not explore her house, but unless she wanted to live in darkness until her parents had come back, she was forced to continue searching. She opened doors slowly and kept a great distance before checking what was inside of them. After searching the first floor she went up the mahogany staircase in the front of the house, wood creaking beneath her. The branches shook the big stained glass windows at the top of the staircase which made her jump in her skin. There was nothing to be afraid of she told herself.

     As she walked down the long dark hallway she got a waft of must which gave her chills up her spine. She slowly and carefully opened the first door and stuck her head inside, shining her phone towards the bottom of the closet. As she leaned in more the closet door blew open, leaving Sarahs face pale as a ghost. She shut it quickly and shuffled down the hallway to the next door. She opened it swiftly and shined her phone inside. It wasnt a closet, it was a laundry shaft. She held onto the molding of the door and stuck her head inside. She shined the light towards the laundry shaft but it was too dark to see any farther than a foot from the top. The shaft was pretty compact, but big enough for a person to fit in it. Big enough for a person to hide in, where no one would find them. She cringed at the thought.

[RE] Boyfriends family

I read Natalies post and the first sentence related to me so well.

im so glad my boyfriends family loves me, i couldnt deal with if they didnt.

When I first started going out with Joey I was so afraid his family wouldnt like me. I didnt want to make a bad impression. I feel like its necessary to be really close with my boyfriends family because you're going to see them for hopefully a long time. His sister was always nice to me but I was kinda intimidated at first since she was a senior or Cal but she always tried to make me feel comfortable around her. I was always afraid of his dad for the longest time. Honestly for like five months untill I got used to him and realized that he was actually really nice and not that scary lol. The first family member I was comfortable with was his mom. She was always really nice and would always tease Joey or get teased by him. I wasnt afraid to talk to her at all and I think that's what everyone should have in a relationship. You shouldnt be scared of the other persons family. You should be comfortable with them. As well as his family, I started hanging out with his friends as well so we could all be together and have a good time. Some of his friends have grown really close to me so it's great that we can all be together. I think that you should always make the effort to become close with your significant others friends and family. I think it makes your relationship closer.

[F] Goats, sheep, and chickens belong on the farm, not in the middle of New York.

Goats, sheep, and chickens belong on the farm, not in the middle of New York.

Sorry Chris, I dont know what else to write.

I think holding onto someone can make you think that things are still okay. It hides the fact that things have changed and not everythings okay. Holding on can hurt you, but also make you feel happier for just a little while longer. Some things have to change to make things better. Even if you dont think so at the time. Everything happens for a reason. If things need to happen, they will fall in place later in life. Especially if it means breaking up with someone. Just because things dont work out now doesnt mean they wont ever. Some things just need to sit and sorted out. Some people need their own space to do them. You need to be selfish sometimes. Dont always focus on other people. Make yourself happy once in awhile.

Sometimes you just have to be sad for awhile to realize how much you have in your life. You learn to appreciate more things when you're upset. You see things differently and sometimes understand things better. I think everyone needs to open their eyes more to the world around them. Things will change. Even if you dont think they will, things will always change, and hopefully for the better. Some things are just too hard to understand in the moment. You dont want to think things are real.

[CE] US lifts ban on gay soldiers

US lifts ban on gay soldiers

In December of last year, Obama signed a legislation to repeal the policy known as "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," which had been passed by Congress and signed into law in 1993 under then-President Bill Clinton. A Pentagon spokesperson said that it wasnt a surprise that this was repealed. I think its great that society's more accepting now than it was in the past. I think that the dont ask, dont tell policy was quite unnecessary because gay or not, they're fighting for our country. No one should have to hide apart of their lives to give their own lives to our country. The nation should be accepting for they're doing something to help all of us.

I think that the dont ask, dont tell policy should have been repealed years ago but our society wasn't as accepting. It took so long to finally let gay couples get married, I'm glad they took down dont ask, dont tell. In our modern day society people are more open with being gay. In the bay area, it's especially accepting. This possibly will open more doors for the gay community. Hopefully in the next couple years we will have most states allowing gay marriage. We should all be treated equally. It's nice to see how in a decade we've changed so much about what we think. We need to be more accepting, I think. Everyone should be completely equal. Hopefully that will happen in our time, but right now it's good to work on what we have

[RE] Drunk driving

Her hands were so badly burned that all of her fingers had to be amputated. She lost her hair, her ears, her nose, her left eyelid and much of her vision. She has had more than 50 operations since the crash and has many more to go.

This post from Alyssas blog really caught my eye. Over the summer me and one of my best friends got in a car with a drunk driver, very stupid, I know. But it was possibly one of the most scariest thing I've ever experienced. We were on webster and I live on the completely opposite side of alameda on high street. Our driver drove 65 miles per hour down encinal running almost all the red lights and all of the stop signs. My friend and I were scared shitless. I dont know how many times we told her to slow down. The driver wouldnt let us out of the car, nor would slow down. She was also too busy trying to find a good radio station instead of focusing on the fucking road. I was shaking in the front seat and I could hear my friend in the back whimpering from fright.

Countless pleas later, she still didnt listen. As we were about to turn on high street, a cop pulled us over. Turns out he had been following us all the way from tapex. I honestly was glad that she got pulled over. Serves her dumbass right. How dare she put us all in jeopardy like that. Drunk driving is not something you should joke about. That excperience changed my views on a lot of things. When my friend and I got home, we sat down and had a three hour talk about how much our lives mean to us and how thankful we were to be alive.

[CE] Bomb threats on 9/11's ten year anniversary

This picture was taken from the article: Bomb threat puts US on alert

The first thing that caught my eye was the officer carrying an M4, if thats what it is. How would you react if you were walking out of the subway and you see this officer surveying the area. I would freak the fuck out and think that there was someone really dangerous in the subway or around the area. But I dont think that they could have done anything else but put those officers around town if there was a bomb threat, it would just be really frightening to see an officer like this.

A US official said that the same people who carried out the deadly attacks in 2001might have sent americans or men carrying US travel documents to launch another attack on the ten year anniversary.The attackers were reportedly told to cause as much destruction as they could, but US intelligence officials said they had no evidence there was anyone inside the country tied to the plot.

I think that since we were all so young when the attacks in 2001 happened, we can't really relate too much back to it. We were all in first or second grade and didn't know what was happening, but knew that it was something big. None of us could really wrap our brains around the thought of more than 3000 people dying, nor I dont think that many of us knew what a terrorist was. I think that if this bomb threat was real and it did go off, we would all be really devastated, and we would somewhat understand all the chaos that happened ten years ago.

[F] Seriously?

I don't understand why people can't tell you things straight up. Like why do you have to make things hella difficult and go around the question or just not confront the situation at all. It would be a lot easier for both parties involved. Instead of acting like everythings okay and things are going great but then at the same time you take it all back, why don't you just talk to the person. I'd rather have someone tell me what was going on than having to wonder what's happening and what you're thinking. It would be so much easier if they told me what their feelings were. I dont want to act like everythings okay but then get into an argument and then all of a sudden things change completely.

There's this one person who I wish would just tell me what he wanted. You know it, I know it, why can't we just talk about things like normal people. I dont understand why people can't own up to what they want. If you want something, then go and get it. I hate when people play games. I'd rather have it straight to the point. None of these side roads to avoid the situation when you know its what you want. Some people just need to make up their minds on certain things. If you want it, you want it. Dont always make things so damn complicated, nor dont think that everythings always about you because it's fucking not.

[BC] About Akelaaa

I grew up in San Jose with my grandpa as well as my family in Mountain View until I was eight. I attended Summerdale Elementary school while I was in San Jose til third grade when I moved to Oakland to go to Saint Paschals. It was hard transferring to a new school especially at such a young age and having to leave all my friends behind. It took awhile to adjust to the new environment seeing as it was a Catholic school. I wasn't used to wearing a uniform nor attending mass every week seeing as my parents weren't religious. In fourth grade my parents decided to enroll me in Otis Elementary school in Alameda and in the same year we moved into town. Since then I've gone to Lincoln middle school and made my transition into Alameda High.

Growing up I would always play catch with my uncles and aunts which resulted in enrolling me into tball at a young age. In fourth grade my parents enrolled me into Alameda Girls Softball Association and I stayed from then on I stayed until seventh grade. I participated in the competitive summer travel team and the next year played for an A softball team for 16 and under. During my first summer of travel softball I tore a tendon in my right knee preventing me from being able to run normally without constant pain. Sophomore year of high school I enrolled myself in rugby because a lot of my friends who played said they enjoyed it. Though I very much enjoyed the season of rugby, I got two concussions as well as re-injured my knee preventing me from playing in the following seasons.

I love writing my own music whether it's on guitar or piano as well as writing the lyrics. Writing songs is a way for me to vent because I can write about whatevers on my mind. I dont have to share it with anyone if I dont want to, or I can share it with whomever I choose. I love writing for myself knowing that every word is something that I've been through in life. Music, like a lot of people, helps calm me down and puts me in a better mood. I feel at peace when I'm alone listening to music. I also like to analyze the song and think about how it was put together; what instruments were used and what chords or notes were in certain parts of the song.

After high school I'd like to go to culinary school and get my Associates Degree in culinary arts and my Bachelors Degree in baking & pastry and food management. Since middle school I've wanted to be a baker and make cakes like in the tv shows. I'm hoping to go to Le Cordon Bleu in Pasadena, CA to get my Associates Degree. After, or even during, my Bachelors I'd like to open up my own cafe and bakery. I  want my place to have a full bakery as well as a cafe so that you can order cakes as well as small pastries.

[RE] High school growth

As well as Justin, Amirs post stood out among the others.

So i guess what i was getting at with this is that people need to deal with their lives, have some comfort with who they are, and make some sense of themselves. Thats putting it as simple as possible because that changes everyday and life changes everyday.

Going into high school as freshmen, most of us wanted to fit in, did we not? We all wanted to feel accepted in high school seeing as it was a big change from what we came from before. A lot of us dressed the way others dressed or tried to be friends with the 'popular' people in school. "If you're friends with seniors you're cool" is what I heard in the hallways a couple days ago. People want to be friends with the upperclassmen for what reason? Do they think it's going to make their reputation better? We were all so different freshman year, and it's interesting to think about how people have grown over the course of our high school careers. I know I've changed a tremendous amount. Not just appearance wise but I've grown so much mentally. First entering high school, I dont think a lot of us were comfortable with who we were. We were still figuring out what was going on and still getting comfortable with the transition from middle school to high school.

I know I knew a lot of people who didn't live for themselves, and they lived to please others. Every year I think back about how I was in the previous grades as well how my friends were. During the summer after junior year to now, I know I’ve changed a lot. I’ve learned to not care about what people think of me and to do me. Junior year I didn’t really care what people thought of me, but now looking at the new freshman trying so hard to look cool with their overdressed outfits, I’ve realized how much high school changes you. I know that the freshmen this year are going to look back and think the same. How much they weren’t themselves to look cool and fit in. I’m now as comfortable as I can get in my own skin. I’ve accepted everything about myself and I understand myself more. Life does change every day and every day is a new experience.

Write for yourself

I'm not used to blogging so that everyone I know can see it. I do have another blog that some people I know follow me, which is more personal and I don’t have to worry about what I post. I don’t really have to think about what I post on there because in some way, everyone’s gone through the same thing. I don’t want to have to hold back what I want to write because everyone I know can read it. At first I was skeptical with this whole class blog thing, but now I see it as a way to get to know everyone. Even those you never really had any interest in getting to know. Some may judge us because of the words we choose to say and share with everyone else. No one should have to think about what to write because they’re scared what other people will think about them. You’ve known most of these people since probably elementary school. Everyone already knows the basics about you. Open up a little more and let people know the real you. What people may not see from the outside. I think I've grown more comfortable with writing for everyone in my class to read. I've realized that I don’t care what people are going to read. I'm going to write what I want to write. Some may be personal, and some people may judge, but I'm not writing for you. You should never write to please someone else.