COMING OF AGE DRAFT: My life, my plans

I decided for my coming of age poster to have a theme; A checklist, planner, things to do type of look. You see, thats how my coming of age process is; orginization and planning. In my poster I specify in 3 things: Priorities, passions, dreams, and looks. They all relate to my coming of age process because now i know what my priorities are, I have different dreams and passions, and I want a different look that may be a rebellious type to my parents but they all show my coming of age process.

VENTING.

I hate this, i hate this, i hate this.
its been 8 months, 8 months of hardwork, screw ups, and heartbreak.
I know I screwed up last week, but did you ever think ABOUT HOW THE WAY I FELT FOR ONCE? What I did last week doesn't compare to all the things and hurt you put me through. Why is it always my fault? Why is it "you don't care cynthia" "shut up" "whatever" "i dont care" "you always ruin everything" "stop thinking about yourself" but when I try to leave you always chase after me telling me your sorry and you won't be like that anymore but thats just a bunch of lies. cause you change when i'm leaving but your still the same when I take you back. I always try to be the BEST for you. I give all my time and energy for YOU. I don't go out with my friends, i'm stuck at home where you want me, i'm always there in a sec when you need me, I always tell you where I am, what i'm doing. But what you do to me in return? You yell at me, give me attitude, fool around and make like its nothing, yell at me in public places, embarass me, and make like i'm the worst person in the world. What am I doing so wrong? I'm trying really hard, I really am. BUT THEN AGAIN....... when i'm so fed up and tired I come back because I see this other side of you, a side my friends don't see, that my family thinks you would never have. I see this sweet and touching side of you. How you protect me, the way you hold my hand while you drive, and how you look into my eyes and hold my chin while were in traffic. The guy that would take my side, wouldn't care about what people say. How we hold hands together at school while people look at us, give us that look and we both know what there thinking. "Why are they still together?" Everyones always talking about us but were both alike in many ways. Were both fighting to be together from other people. who gives about the age difference were mean't for eachother so why can't you make this easier for us? Were already going through so much, just give me a break for once. You don't have to be perfect just take my feelings into consideration because your not the only one in this relationship"/ damnn its bittersweet, bittersweet.

Coming of Age Essay Draft: "Survive this"

I remember waking up on a cold september morning. My face was sticky from the tears I shed last night, I could hear the song "survive this" by shiny delacruz that was on repeat on my ipod, and my hair was such a tangle of mess. Checking my phone, there was not a single call or text from him. I threw my phone on the ground, hearing the piece cover and battery flying at different directions. I move my body to the side of my other pillow. My arms are holding the pillow tightly to my chest and I think about how i'll never have those "morning my sunshine" text messages and calls anymore. This was really it, it was really over between us. I never felt so hurt and broken in my life because of0. a guy. He was the first guy; the first guy I fell for, the first guy i said those 3 words too, and the first guy to ever break my heart. I wasn't prepared for this feeling at all. Who would be prepared when it came to your first breakup? I didn't want to move at all. All I did was lay on my bed, stare straight at the ceiling and feel the trail of tears crawl down to my neck.

He was one of those dreams that you wish would come true but would never happen; like winning the million dollar lottery or a kid in a candy store kind of dream. He has nice brown eyes, tall, clean shaven, the most seductive smile and he had a passion for basketball and dance. Besides the physique of this guy, he had brains, top in his class and had this great, upbeat personality. PERFECT, isn't he? I thought guys like him were impossible but my mind changed till I actually had him. He made me feel great about myself. He gave me a lot of support, showed that he truly cared and he never did pass by a moment that would make me smile or laugh. I know, a freshmen in highschool saying "i love you" but I really did mean it. You see, I have this different kind of definition of love. Having a good friendship, to truly care for someone, and to have this kind of connection you can't explain is my kind of LOVE. Saying I love you is a big coming of age process because this kind of love wasn't a parent/friend kind of love. Its love on bigger scale, someone of the oppostie sex, someone other than your dad or brother.

I feel that relationships and love is a big coming of age process. To be in relationships and to be in love you need to be emotionally/mentally ready, mature enough, and able to manage when the good and bad start to kick in. My first boyfriend and my first break up I was not ready AT ALL. But that just shows the coming of age process. I started off in my first relationship, not ready, not mature enough and definitely not prepared for the good and bad. I was caught up in how great it was to be in a relationship not knowing the worst was going to happen. The aftermath of the breakup was SUPER HARD. I cried 3 weeks straight and I did a lot of moping and wallowing around. But I knew I had to make things better for myself. I ran the block a lot because it felt refreshing to sweat off the pain and anger. I tried to eat healthier and made myself more occupied so I wouldn't think about what had happened. 2 months passed and my heart was finally healed but also changed in a way. I finally know how it feels to be in love and how if felt to have a break up. But now i'm more prepared and the next time i'm in a relationship and I say those 3 words I can take better care for myself and my feelings.

First blog for school: Writing and goals[;

I have to say that starting off as a freshmen at Moanalua highschool my writing was quite BLUNT, BORING, AND PREDICTABLE. All I did was write what was needed to be written. But I never thought that the my "okay grades" and my writings didn't intrest people was because my pieces were sooo BORING. Now I understand what catches people's attentions and what helps me become a better writer. My writing has improved a lot. My writings have much better VOCABULARY. I actually improved a lot in my vocab, I use much bigger WORDS NOW!^___^ OHH and my writings are much more fun and interesting to read!

My writing goals:
TO EXCEL IN MY WRITING
To improve in VOICE
Make my writing good enough for me to write in the school newspaper