My guitar...

Since I was little music always occupied an important place in my life.

When I was eight years old my grandmother gave me my first guitar. That precious gift changed my life forever ...

It was an old broken guitar but for me (at that time) it was the most beautiful guitar in the world. I remember the day that my grandmother made me this great gift. My heart was beating really fast. It was a very special moment in my life.

Days passed and I was ready to play my guitar. I spend several days painting it and fixing it with such an excitement, that I did not go to play with my friends. All I wanted to do was to play the guitar. I even remember naming it "hope."

The years have passed and my love for music has not changed. The day I received my first guitar, I not only received a gift but also received a new way of seeing the world…a world that can only be seen through the eyes of music…

An intresting lady

You hear many different stories about how people meet and start dating. Here is a recent story i heard of a couple meeting for the first time. Megan lived with three girls that she met on Craig's list. They all seemed to be good friends. During the first year, she was single. John is a boyfriend of a roommate. He had a friend coming to New York to visit him grandparents. Brian stayed with Megan and her roommates. She went to do laundry one day and found Brain on the couch. At this time she did not find him very interesting. Monday came around and they went to town together. They began to talk. Megan then found Brain interesting. Now they are married and happy.
They are planning on having kids in the future. They have looked into adoption and foster kids. Although she grew up in the city, she does not plan on raising her kids in the city. There are to many distractions along the way to school.That worries her. She plans on raising her kids with the same values she believes in.
Megan said there is nothing bad about being married, in her opinion. The only down was you have to share the holidays between the families.Other than that, She loves having a friend and company. Someone there all the time. One thing she promised never to do to her kids is be between the parents. Growing up she was like the mediator between her parents. When her parents had a problem they talked more to her about them than to each other.

It's All Greek to Me

“What the hell is going on,” I asked myself as I tried looking out my dorm window. “Where is that noise coming from? Is there a pep rally going on today? No, that can’t be. It’s too early.” I decided to take a walk to investigate. Sure enough the sound was coming from the Greek theater. “What are all these crazy girls doing?” It looks like a rainbow cult in all their multicolored t-shirts. Those poor girls stuck in the middle look terrified. On the outskirts of the theater there are lots of middle age women hyped up and really bored older men. Giving into my curiosity I got the nerve to ask one of the ladies what was going on. She tired to hold back her “are you stupid” look as she replied that it was Sorority Bid Day. To avoid another condescending glare I just acted like I knew what a Bid Day was. She immediately jumped into a conversation about how she hopes her daughter gets a Bid to the sorority of her choosing. She goes on to brag/explain that she is a shoe-in for Chi Omega because she was a legacy. I assume that is one of the sororities and continue listening. She continues saying, “My mom was a Chi-O and so was I.” What is the big deal?” I wonder silently. I was sure that question would not go over well with Chi-O lady. I scan the theater. I heard of the Greek alphabet before and Greek letters but I’ve never understood there connection with sororities. I see triangle shaped letters. I think those are Deltas. I’ve heard of the kappa, but I wonder what letter that X stands for. My thoughts are interrupted as the girl on stage begins a count down. “3, 2, 1,” she says with enthusiasm. All the terrified girls begin to tare into the envelopes they have been holding. Mass chaos began to ensue. Girls chant louder, some jump and laugh while others cry hysterically. “What in the world is going on?” It all became a little to much for me. I decided I had enough estrogen for one day. I’ll just go Google it in my dorm room. Google isn’t capable of giving nasty looks.

OUT OF PLACE...

It hurts...to feel excluded...

IN MY COUNTRY: I'm in kindergarten. I have lots of friends. I feel free. I feel happy. All I care is to have fun!

I'm in Junior High now. I have many friends. I like boys and I have fun shearing with other people.

USA: It's my first day of class in high school. I feel excluded. I have no friends...People see me, but they don't see me at the same time. I feel really out of place. In my country I never felt this way! It hurts...

It's my first week of college. I have to give a presentation in my speech class. Everybody seems to be interested in my topic but everything changes the minute they see me up there and they hear my accent. Everybody loses interest...

In the present time nothing has changed. No one really imagines how I feel about anything. I have so many things to say, so many things to offer and no body seems to care...

People don't like to see beyond the color my skin or my accent. I wish I could tell them about the fears I have to live everyday when I ride the bus to school, when I go to the store or even when I'm in class. When I'm in class nobody wants to work with me. I wish I could let everybody know how that feels. How I feel when I look in their faces and I see the reaction of rejection. I wish I could tell everybody that they are not the only ones who make me feel bad, it's also the threats I suffer EVERYDAY out there in my everyday world from people who don't like certain minorities like my race. It doesn't feel good! It is sad and frustrating at the same time!

I am a human being like everybody else!

I feel, I care, I love...

I don't like to be invisible, ignored or excluded...

I want to have credibility and the respect I deserve...

I hope my children would not ever feel the pressure I feel...the pain I feel...

I hope my children would have a different life.

A life full of love and liberty in all aspects of their lives.

What the Hell is Happening...(No Pun Intended)

People are falling all around me. Every time I turn my head, someone else is hitting the ground. I'm very confused and can't stop thinking, "What the hell is going on?" I couldn't understand what was happening. What was the meaning of all this?

I stare at this overly-dramatic recovering drug-addict as he's on the ground shaking and convulsing. He's mumbling and I can't help but wonder, "Is this guy for real?"

I turn my head again. This time my mother is the one that drops. I'm even more confused at this point. I look at my youngest brother and he's as bewildered as I am. He runs over to my mother and starts screaming at her to get up.

"Mom," he screams. "Get up! This is stupid! I want to leave!" As my brother stood over my allegedly unconscious mother, angry and confused, a lady walked over to us. "That's the power of God," the lady said.

The lady was trying to explain to my brother that those actions were normal and should be celebrated. My brother looked at me with a look on his face that only read, "bull-shit." I was just as confused as he was, but I was older, 13 or so, and I realized these people were different from me and that's how they chose to express their beliefs. I had no problem with that, but it wasn't my thing.

I noticed a lot of the people in the audience that were close to my age. We went to the same school and I knew a lot about them. The strange, dramatic kids were dancing or shouting in tongues with their parents, and the laid-back kids were just looking at everyone else with a blank face.

I even had the priest hit me on the forehead, just like he was doing to everyone else. I wanted to experience whatever everyone else was feeling. "The power of Christ," he shouted. The only thing I felt was his palm slam against my forehead. No holy spirit, no act of God, nothing but his palm.

I took a few steps back, but that was because he hit me pretty hard. I walked out disappointed that I didn't get that sense of connection with God. "Is this my fault," I'd ask myself. Later that day, I asked my mother to describe to me what she experienced.

Her description was very bleak, so bleak that I can't remember exactly what she said. The only thing that comes to mind when I try to recall what she told me, is "bull-shit."

Halloween Mixup

It was Halloween of 2007. My best friend and I were all dressed up and going to another friends party. We had never been to the house where the party was at before. We had a little trouble finding it. We drove around aimlessly for awhile until we thought we had finally found it. We walked into the house and we didn't really see anyone we knew. We were also the only ones dressed up in cute Halloween costumes. Everyone else had really serious, scary costumes on. We thought maybe we would just check upstairs and see if that was where are friends were. As we walked around everyone was staring at us. We got upstairs and still did not see anyone we knew. By now we had concluded that we were in the wrong place. We tried to make a quick exit and not attract any more attention. That didn't work out so well. On our way out, we ran into a girl we went to high school with. We knew each other, but we didn't exactly run with the same crowd. In the most awkward and forced way she tried to be nice and say hi. You could tell she was thinking what the heck are they doing here. Finally she was like "so who do you know here?" My mind was racing trying to think of something to cover our mistake, but I had nothing. I didn't want to say we had just walked in to the wrong party. I thought my friend would have my back, but she just started laughing and walked away. With no other choice I just made something up. I said, "John is a friend of a friend." I guess I got lucky or she just felt bad for us because she said, "Oh ok that's cool." After that we got out of there as soon as possible.