RELATION "ONE WORD"

There is an estimated 1,025,109.8 words in the English language, according to the Global Language Monitor in 2014. In this senior English class I am a part of, I was asked to pick one word for this "one word" assignment. This word was supposed to be of importance to us. It could have been a reflective word for ourselves or our senior year. This "one word" could be something of value to us for any reason. I am sure that in this class of seniors, I could not even come close to realizing the reasons people chose these words. I chose, for my "one word," "relation."

I want a better RELATION with the God that created me. I want to do whatsoever He would bid me do! The devil, we fight daily, throws, with pleasure, upon us these little whimsical desires that, if we gave in, would: pull us form God; distract us from His will; spiritually blind us from what God has for us and from what is right or wrong. Why, in any aspect, would I do the will of someone who hates my guts and wants to steal, kill, and destroy from me? I have a God that would stop the sun for my feeble existence of a man. ME!

I have a God that created every beautiful thing around us. He created all of these beautiful things and us, even the unbelievers, for our pleasure. I have a RELATION with my Lord, but any relation with Him is too far away. I want to be as close to Him as I possibly can, on this gorgeous creation of Earth that we live in. I cannot wait to see my Lord  and Savior face-to-face some glorious day. Oh, the joy and excitement of that moment. I know that without a RELATION, I won't get there, in the least.

The part of RELATION that really speaks out to me, in my RELATIONSHIP with Jesus, is that a RELATION is two-sided. God loves me more than anything, but until I can truly love him with everything He's given me, it is not even a RELATIONSHIP. RELATIONS, where do yours lie? There is only one can get us anywhere.

Spring Break free blog

During my spring break, I went to Florida and went to Disney World. It was the busiest vacation I've ever ventured on. My grandma and my pawpaw, parents of my step mother, bought plane tickets and Disney passes for eleven people, themselves, two: my uncle Justin and his family, four: and my family at my dad's, five. We all boarded the plan on the way to Disney. Multiple people, me being one of them, on this trip hadn't ever flown before, but were soon about to venture, unknown, into one of the most beautiful adventures we had ever partaken of. Just the sight above the clouds was gorgeous beyond prior belief. It was, honestly, my favorite part of the whole trip. I was simply and whole heartedly thanking God for the allowance He granted me for the view of this mighty creation the whole flight.

The trip started on the beautiful flight, but definitely did not end there. After we arrived at the landing port, we rode on a trolley to get to the departing station where we were to ride the bus, to get to the resort. My soul filled with expectancy for many things, both good and bad. My back had become sweaty and my stomach had become hungry, but we had not even reached the resort. As we finally made it to the Disney resort, Saratoga Springs, my stomach had begun to digest what was not there to digest. Therefore, my stomach was trying to eat me. 

The hotel room was very pretty and was fully furnished. I thought that was a great addition to the room. I'm positively sure that those who paid for the room made assure that we could cook and save money, according to the price that was paid. There were groceries that were ordered from a company that delivered groceries to Disney for us. I thought that was pretty awesome. I may be simply amused, but I had never seen that before. Now that we had arrived at the room, things were not yet accomplished for the day. My insides were still not appeased in the least. 

We went to a place called "Downtown Disney" that is full of shopping centers and eating commodities. We soon appeased the dictator that forcefully controls our simple lives, hunger. Needless to say, the week at Disney World, in Florida, on Spring Break was en eventful time that I doubt I will ever forget. I know that the expenses are too many for some, including me! I was so blessed with someone that paid for my trip and flight. There are many memories that go along with this emotional trip: good; bad; happy; sad; exciting; wet(soaked); and many. many more. If you can afford the rip, I highly recommend it to be on your list of "to-dos." 

Batesville High School History Reflection

It has been a long process. The process that has been undergoing the completion of this project has taken quite a while due to my lack of time and I'm shamed to say, lack of motivation. It has been bumpy at times. The hardest part of this assignment was gathering the data to inform the reader with, and to find data/facts/quotes that would be both interesting and relevant. This was the challenge.

During the research process, the whole senior English 12 class went to the Old Independence County museum. This first trip that we all took as a group was, sadly, a failure for me personally. I didn't know what to look for; consequently, I found not a thing during the first trip to this history bank. I went again after I discovered some topics that were discovered by Mrs. Gillmore, my hard working and dedicated instructor of English. I then saw some interesting topics that might be of my interest for the assignment. I went to the museum, with topics on my brain and an idea of how to find these sources, on a Sunday after I went to church and ate. The librarian was a tad sassy, but helpful nonetheless. I learned quite a bit about the old Independence county and what it used to be. I also learned of some older customs that the school used to hold. These things sparked my interest.

I read some interesting and funny stories of the old school and those who dwelt in it. One of which was a story I read about the basketball team of the season of 1929 that played the Arkansas School for the Deaf. The team of Batesville High School lost significantly, but the humility didn't end there; furthermore, Coach Ward was recorded saying, "it was a case of the dumb playing the deaf." This story might have been the funniest thing I read during the whole research process. I like comedy and funny things; therefore, this caught my attention and made it to my first paragraph.

Finally, to conclude this blog with a reflection of the whole process and non completion of this history book of Batesville High School and its previous years of vibrancy and how it came to be the excellence that it is today. Though my slothfulness has become to reach for me a bad grade, I do have a positive outlook on this exploration. It is always interesting to see the process of progression among things that are of importance or even the simple things that we are apart of. To be completely honest, I thought the mere idea of this book and lazy students writing it with a deadline was insane, but somehow, it has come along. All in all, this assignment could have helped my grade and it has gained me some interesting, but mostly useless knowledge. I like that kind of stuff. This was a fair idea after all.