School Room Observations (A collection of inspections), is something I began to write about. It's usually informative writing but then again there are points when I get sad and write a poem though too. This is just a collection of writings that I have written through out the school day, what I have seen, inspected, then collected. This will be updated so often with a new story, inspection, poem, or quote. Within the (parenthesis) before every story, poem, inspection will be the background to that piece of writing. Truly insightful comments, words of encouragement and improvements are all loved dearly. So please, opinion yourself.


5/20/07
(I heard people talking about their parents like they are never there for them. I happen to know a lot of the people who were talking's parents. They do everything for them, thus I made this about my parents)

Mother, I wouldn't be who I am now. I wouldn't be so imaginative... so witty... so smart. But, I also wouldn't be so sarcastic and hot headed.

Daddie, if I spent my life always being your little girl... I'd still believe in Santa and the Easter Bunny. If I was still your little girl... I wouldn't understand that you are a tired, lost old man who says things he doesn't mean.

I know I don't thank you enough, and that I don't say I love you enough. But I am thankful, and I do love you both. It's just... I am a teenager... I am lost, confused, and scared. I am not an idiot... but II know right from wrong ( because you taught me)... But I still make mistakes. I still make bad choices. I still forget important events and homework. But, I am just a teenager stuck in something she doesn't understand. I swear, I don't understand a lot but I do understand what I should. I am not the most popular girl, I am not the happiest girl, but I do care. I may not get the grades, or have the body... I may not be that special... But I am still something.
I am your daughter.
Whether you like it or not.



5/20/07
(This was written when I heard a girl crying because she thought she was ugly. She was a big girl and she was tired of her reflection. I happen to also be a big girl, but unlike her I love everything about me. There is nothing wrong with being a BBW (big beautiful woman). She inspired me with her tears)

My reflection,
My complection,
The inspection for perfection!
The objection of affection,
And the never ending rejection.
All because I don't look like you.
I hate it when people tell me that I am ugly because I am big.
That I am hideous for being bigger.
That I am worth nothing because I'm fat.
Well, I can tell you that I am something, someone, and special.
I am pretty, I am glamorous, I am beautiful.
I am needed, I am wanted, and people love me.
Isn't that good enough?!
Why does size have to matter?
Why do I have to be left mentally battered?
There is beauty in every person.
In every single soul.
But you give us no chance because you can't look past our size.
This is my skin and it only covers... everything that is inside.[/b]