To Care or Not to Care.

       I have noticed that the question "Should the government provide child care for working parents?" sparks a lot of controversy, not only for parents but people of all ages. I personally believe that the government should provide child care. Every parent needs someone to watch over their child while they work, but some people can not afford it on their own. For example, a single parent with a low paying job might not be able to afford to pay someone or have any family members to watch their kid every day. I know my mom was very lucky that my aunt was available to watch me during the day because my mom worked from morning to night.
       Another reason I believe child care should be provided is that it keeps children safe and productive. If they were at home by themselves while their parents were at work, it would not only be unsafe but also unhealthy. At least while the children were at day care they could run around and play or do something educational. I believe should put aside the thought of "paying more taxes" and start thinking about building up future generations.

My little angel

Lindsey Grace Cataldo. 5.5 ounces. 17inches. Red hair. Born June 5th 2005. Died June 5th 2005.

     I never really knew how much losing her would affect me back then. I just knew that she was gone and it was a terrible thing. The only way I knew it was terrible is because of all of the sympathetic looks I would get from teachers and family members. I was excused from homework and even had teachers personal phone numbers if I needed anyone to talk to. Of course, being only 9 years old I thought of it as a privilege. Now that I'm older and more informed I think about her a lot. I mostly think about what could have been. How beautiful she would have turned out to be. How smart she would have been. How her personality would have differed from mine. Would we be extremely close and share everything? Or would I hate her like my friends hate their younger siblings?
      I consider myself to have a pretty bad memory of my childhood. I heard that it's a defense mechanism your brain uses to block out traumatic events, which is ironic because I remember that day like is was yesterday. I vividly remember my mom calling me the night of June 4th. I was spending the night at my cousins house when she called. "Do you want to come to the hospital with me?". I said no. This is the biggest regret I have in life. I remember my great aunt coming over the next day. I assumed it would be to pick me up and take me to see my new baby sister. Instead she sat me down outside my cousins apartment and calmly explained that my sister was not alive. I remember holding my mom as she cried in the hospital bed. I remember my uncle, always strong and never showing emotion, crying his heart out. Chain smoking on the curb of the hospital parking lot. All of these memories are too much sometimes but that is because I keep them bottled up. I don't talk about her to anyone... Not my family. Not my friends. I keep her to myself, like a prized treasure only meant for myself.
     The same day she was born/died the butterflies I was raising hatched out of their chrysalises. I released all 5 Painted Lady butterflies at her funeral 3 days later. I see them all the time, they have been following me for the past 7 years. They are the only way I know shes with me all the time. No matter where I am or what I am doing she is right there. She is my guardian angel.

Friendship is Magic

   At first when Mr. Juarez assigned this I thought 'Crap.. I don't value anything!'. Then I sat down and actually thought about what the word 'values' meant to me, and to me valuing something is caring or loving something so much that you would possibly give your life for that one thing. I mean I really do love my animals and my books but would I give my life for them? No, but the one thing I would die for is friendship.
   Friendship means everything to me, more than anything else in this world. I have made a family with  my friends. A kind of relationship that is certainly very special, and a once in a lifetime opportunity. Sure I have my REAL family, but they do not understand me like some of my bestfriends do. My friends know everything about me and they still love me no matter what I am going through. I do not let them know as often as I should that I truly do love them, and I would not be alive without them.

personal...

So, I've had all sorts of things bouncing around in my head for days that I've been dying to get out on here.. The only problem is I don't know how much I can say without getting in trouble at school... So I'm just gonna post whatever I feel like until I get in trouble c;

Warped Tour

  This past summer wasn't as eventful as I would have liked it to be, but I still did a lot of things that were very exciting. I went to Vans Warped Tour for the first time this year. Warped Tour is a huge music festival with about 7 stages and over 80 bands passing through. It was such an amazing time, mostly because I went with my bestfriend and I got to see some of my favorite bands perform live and also find some new favortie bands. The best part of the day was probably when I got to meet the members of a band that I really like. I even got their autographs.
  It was honestly one of the best days of my life. I felt like I belonged there. Like no one could tell me what to do or how the music was suppose to affect me. It was just my bestfriend and I worshiping band members we can never have and dancing to the music we love. It was truly amazing, even though my mom was there...

Lost

Im lost.

I'm wandering around in the darkness,

the freezing bitter cold.

I'm so alone.

I'm walking around interacting with everyone with a smile on my face, 

while crying on the inside.

I'm so lost.

Everyone thinks I have it made.

Everyone thinks I have everything perfect and that I'm always happy.

They don't know I cry myself to sleep almost every night.

I feel like im on a never ending merry-go-round..

Spinning.

Turning.

Faster.

Faster.

I can't make it stop no matter how loud I scream.

I'm invisible to the world. 

They see only what I put on the outside. 

I'm careful to give them the right impression.

I wear the right clothes, do my hair, and even put on makeup.

While the real me is a zombie inside.

I promise myself that one day I'll be better.

That I'll be happy again.

I don't know when that will be..

I just hope it's before the light inside me fades out.

Quiet Place.

Way to often we get caught up in social networking. "she said this!" and "he said that!" and "did you see that picture she posted?" We can't help it. Its just a part of human nature nowadays. I found this website that I love to go to when I feel like I'm being stressed out by all of the connections we have.. please go take a look. Here <3

It's Just Me

Jaden

It's a Hebrew name

originally spelled 'Jadon'

but that's not where I got it from.

I got my name from someone have never met,

and someone my mom barely knows.

It's funny that when was younger

my mom use to call me Princess Jadon.

She called me that not knowing the history of the name.

It made me feel special.

like I was apart of some kind of hierarchy,

like Cinderella must have felt on the night of the ball. 

Jaden means "God has heard"

What is that suppose to mean..?

What could he possible have heard..?

Mom says he heard her prayers to the angels,

but I don't buy it.

I enjoy being the only Jaden in my class, 

and in my school.

Although,

 I am doleful my name is becoming more and more common.. for boys.

It makes me resentful,

especially when its spelled wrong.

I honestly do love my name though. 

I love it like a bee loves honey.

My name is uncommon, creative, and different,

just like the way I like to think I am.

Extroverted but not over the top.

My Number One Rule.

My Number One Rule.

 There are many rules out there that I think are important, but the number one rule I live by is don't judge others. I believe this is extremely important rule because a lot of people (mostly kids our age) are influenced by what other people think about them. So, often times people don't get to really be themselves because they are so pressured about 'fitting in'.

  Another reason I don't judge people is because you don't know what that person has been through or what they are currently going through. Way too often I have been judged just because of the look on my face. Sometimes I have a look on my face that other people will read as "mean" or "hateful" but in reality I'm perfectly fine. Honestly, it sucks being judged on what your appearance is. So the next time you see a girl walking down the hallway in old tore up clothes or a guy with tattoos and piercing, maybe you should try to think about life from their point of view.