Hidden Art in The Hidden Life

It is 7am and he is sitting at the super market cafe. He is enjoying his morning breakfast and paper. Suddenly he hears a huge screetching sound followed by a loud crash. Slowly looking up in shock an in to his amazment he sees a horrifying scene. There on the ground with little breath left in her.....a young girl. With scratched arms, blood on her legs, and torn clothes, she lies only feet away from the destoyed and burning car.

Could you describe how you would feel? Pain? Shock? Sick? Maybe not. Maybe you would just sit there and cry to yourself. You know that feeling. The feeling of despair and the feeling of dumbness, like you cant see anything bad, or you cant feel anything hurt you.....See as people most of us hide these things. Pain, hurt, depression. And when a tragic event happens that brings that one particular side of you out of its hiding place...well all hell breaks lose inside of you. But this doesnt happen often. So you just get up and walk away like nothing ever happend. You might go home and watch a movie alone or you might be with your friends and suddenly just leave. You might even be at the most beautiful reception ever and have to get up and walk away..We cant hide everything for long. And sooner or later we'll all brake down in tears for every event in the past..

The ambulance pulls up and the officers roll in towards the new news crowd starting to form, surrounding the accident...He sits there. Thinking. Numb from what has just been seen. An officer walks up to him and quietly asks him to head towards his car for some questioning. He doesnt move..

If you witnessed a major accident and you know that it was one of you family members. What would you do? Would you rush out screaming to help or would you fall to your knees and tell yourself theirs no hope. Life challenges you with these questions all the time. You may not know it but in your lifetime you will have things thrown at you in all different directions, whether its someone you love that died or maybe its just a neighbor that passed away that you never really knew. You feel horrible at nights because you really wish you could have been nicer or at least met him or her.

The officer keeps asking questions, i answer them quickly and with no emotion. I cant stop looking at Melissa. She is only 9 years old. My little cousin. She is more like my little sister. I love her to death and i look after her every weekend. We play games like hide and go seek and i would take her to the lake with me. I even plan out her birthday parties. She was comming to plan out her 10th party with me. Her birthdays next week and its supposed to be a pool party. But all that has changed. Now shes lying on a gurney in tha ambulance. Shes crying and screaming. They say i couldnt see her. They dont want me to see how badly she is. She is going to make it. I know it.. My aunt is ok. Melissa is strong. Why did this happen? Why to me? Why to her? She is only 9! So young and so fragile. I wish that would have been me. Not her. I should be in pain right now not her. She should have been drinking some milk and reading a book at the cafe instead of were she is now. This is my fault. I dont understand why and how this happend...

As you sit here reading this, i bet things are rushing through your mind. Correct? Like... what woul i do? Or oh my! Thats so tragic!

The officer takes me to the hospital where Melissa is. Shes in the emergency surgery room. They say theres a peice of metal in her stomach. As i sit in the waiting room my sister arrives with my mom. Mom goes straight to my aunt and starts to comfort her. Shes the lucky one. Just a few sticthes and bruises. The doctor comes out with a blank expression. Im the first and only person to stand up and walk to him.

-you- Is she ok? Did she die? These thoughts race through your head. They flow into you like a quike movement.

The doctors expression changes suddenly into a slight smile.

"Melissa... Is going to be just fine and will make a full recovery"

Students Or Parents?

Should students be choosing the books they can or cannot read? Or should it be their over protective parents? Hmmm.... lets think about this now...... would you want to be left behind in writing about a book just beacause your parents are afraid of what you might learn?

Are our school books not appropriate?

Lets assume that parent's object to parts of social studies textbook. Would you agree that the parents could request that their child not be required to read the parts they find objectionable?


NO! I myself think that this is ridiculous! Why should parents be hiding the real drama, violence, and even sexual parts of a book? I know alot of parents want to protect their children but its part of life. They are going to learn about it sooner or later won't they? Would you the parents rather teach them how the world is,or would you perfer them to read and study the facts of life? which seems more consistant to you? As a student I dont think anything of these spacific parts or areas as anything but simple education. It doesnt hurt me or scar me for the rest of my life. it just teaches me, makes me prepaird to go into the world alone. I dont get why parents are creating something so big over nothing at all. This is drama and i dont like it.

Looking out for yourself? I think not!

"Every person has a right to take care of themselves. He always did"
Not everyone takes care of themselves and only themselves. i think that the society were in now believes that treating someone first is more proper than treating your self first. Back then this wasn't in the high class society. They thought that it was all for one. The only one surviving. The top dog. it was cruel and inappropriate to act in such a manner. They thought that they only need themselves in the life. This greed shouldn't be the Primary basis is someones life. Giving and caring for each other should be the only perspective in life. If that isn't a goal to someone then their on there own. Our people cannot and will not accept someone who is selfish and greedy. Like i say its just INAPPROPRIATE.

Scrooges Diary

December 24, 1843

BAH! These damned people and their stupid holiday! Why must people celebrate Christmas? Why must they ask for givings? huh? Its annoying! All i ask is to be left alone. To let me sit in my house and do as i please or sit in my office and not to be bothered. My own clerk has asked for a WHOLE day off. a Whole day! What a disgrace it is. To watch the little child's run and have smiles on there face. To go home into a warm house and sit with there family's. To have the beggars ask for money. Money for what?! Their are prisons. And their are such work houses. To have them rather to be dead i say. dead! This day has been a such horribly annoying one. I am going to bed. A good afternoon i say. a good afternoon...

The Pearl

The Pearl is a exploring and exciting book. This book is about a small village farmer and his wife. It tells of his story and of his young child's death due to the problems that were caused by a pearl.