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Relieve what stress?

Well, that's too bad, I don't really have a special place. I'm supposed to write about a special place that I go to, to relieve stress, well, here are my words on stress, rather than the 'special place'.

Stress is generally a teenage-created term in order to represent the stressing thought of "I have too much homework". I'm a student, and I'll be the first to say there is no such thing. Oh big deal, you have too much homework, and not a single clue about stress. Let me explain, stress is generally a mental state where you feel overwhelmed about how you are going to do something, or resolve a problem. Generally for teens, this is how the Math, English, and Physics homework is going to get done. Well, instead of walking over to that special place, and relieving my stress, I relieve what some call "stress" in a simpler way. I sit down, and do my homework. That certainly relieves it, as the problem is no longer there. I feel I am a very logic…

A life lesson..

He embraced me with all his strength, I could not move as he gripped me, hoping never to let go. In August, 2008, I decided to go to Camp Hope for the second time. This camp, held biannually, asks for volunteers from different schools to take care of campers who generally have mental retardation, Down syndrome, or other disorders which disable them from fully functioning. I was assigned to Chriscencio, a camper who appeared to suffer from Down syndrome to the extent that it was hard to communicate with him. Dark skinned, with little hair, it would seem Chriscencio was in his late 40’s, or 50’s. Although he did not have the mentality of a young boy, he struggled with basic problems such as balance and fluent communication. The work at this camp is truly a heart-felt gift for the parents or caretakers of these campers, who get a break from the non-stop attention their child requires. Although in my first camp it was emotionally stressful, and very difficult to deal with, I got to know t…

What came first?

What came first, the chicken or the egg? These vital questions I can’t but help asking, as they continue to perturb my mind. I can no longer think, I have to choose. Could it be the chicken who adapted to laying the eggs, or the egg who was so carefully placed by the Creator’s hands? I wonder, knowing inside I will never settle for a truthful answer. However, I am in dire need of an answer, and therefore, I will have to settle for both. The chicken and the egg live in harmony, together, they contribute to each other like hydrogen and oxygen, they bind together, and create the cycle of life, which we forever question. Let us stop these inquiries about which is more important, and consider that without one or the other, we have nothing. This is why we need both the chicken and the egg, we need both hydrogen and oxygen, we need both the base, and its blocks to function. This is why it does not matter which is more important, but rather that both of them are, because together they serve t…

Who am I?

Who am I? A question I could probably spend years answering. I am complex as I am wise, but never wise enough to answer such a question, merely because, I cannot be defined. I am an unsolved Rubik's cube, with endless combination's of colors, that with one turn, turn into another. I am more than who you think I am, because as you think it, I have already changed, and once I get all figured out,
I will change again.

I thought it would look better in a poem:

Who am I?

A question I could probably
spend years answering.
I am complex as I am wise,
but never wise enough
to answer such a question,
merely because, I cannot be defined.
I am an unsolved Rubik's cube,
with endless combinations of colors,
that with one turn,
turn into another.

I am more than who you think I am,
because as you think it,
I have already changed,
and once I get it all figured out,
I will change again.

qk

What is this?

Interesting question, 'a blog' would satisfy the answer, but it would not encompass the content. This has a purpose, it has a meaning, and yet I am not sure of what it is. It is a blog for a class that I do not know much of, that I am not taking. In fact, the class is in another school, and I know it merely because a friend suggested my participation, and with great joy I accepted, unknowing of what it really was, but here I am, writing a blog for a class I am not taking, in a school I am not in.

qk