In history we are watching. "4 little girls" a document made by Spike Lee. Along with that we are reading a book called the Sixties. Its truly amazing what that generation of people had to go through to get basic human rights. I was in tears while watching white, racist policemen with attack dogs, depriving the black race of their freedom of speech; depriving them of their right to assemble by using fire hoses and literally spraying people off of their feet. It was really hard to watch. Sometimes i think as Americans we forget what people went through just to get the basic human right to drink out of a water fountain, or to get the right to vote, or to challenge the government with freedom of speech. American history sometimes seems like some fictional story; like it never really happened because some things we did seem so unrealistic. The documentary is about 4 girls who were killed in a bombing in Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. I dont understand how people can be so hateful to one another. How could you live with yourself after bombing a church and killing 4 young girls just because of the color of their skin. Or after shooting a black man in the head just because he used a "white mans" bathroom?! Or putting hundreds of children in jail or 5 days because they were marching for their freedom?!
Joan Baez wrote a song about the Birmingham Sunday ...

" Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.
And people all over the earth turned around.
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.
And I asked them right with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom."

growing in mind, body, and soul.

blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
school.
grades.
work.
money.
relationships.
things.

"dancing at discos
eating cheese on toast
you make me merry
you make me very very happy
but you obviously
didnt want to stick around."
-kate nash

so long originality

i dont really know what i want to say, but i do know that i want to say something. ill start with this ... a friend of mine says "understanding is everything" ... well what if sometimes you want to understand ... but you cant ? ... how do you measure success or happiness in ones life? is there a chart of some number that can tell you or is it your friends and family that measure it ... or is it you that measures it? well i think the answer is obvious. Who cares what society says is happiness and success as long as you are loving what your doing and how your living your life ... i think thats enough for me. so robbie left today. i dont know why but everytime he leaves i am just as sad as the first time. We didnt even spend as much time together this time yet i cried like
i spent a whole week with him. i guess its cause as i got older we became more
like best friends than anything. i sure do miss him and even though he always left me at school as a freshman or ditched me for kris [ no offense :) ] i always felt like through the hard times he was there for me. Oh and 2 new girls started at work last week and its just my luck that they both have prior waitressing experience which means i wont get waitress next! BOO! it sucks but thats life. i just hope i get marching tech though. its something ive worked my butt off for. I want to bring the band back up and make it just as good if not better than my freshman year. well thats all for tonight. thanks for hearing me out. love you guys!

- felicia

freedom of speech, religion, fear, and want

time seems to be playing a major role in my life right now ...
for one i feel like sleeping during the day and staying awake all night
am i nocturnal?

second, i feel like im thought of as being too young for certain things
and people ... although if people new my thoughts i bet they wouldnt
think i was young.

third, with the time i am givin it seems like im not givin enough
i cant get everything done that i need to before its time to go to sleep.

on the bright side my job is going great. Im next in line to be waitress
so thats good news considering thats kinda why i wanted that job in
the first place! ha and my brother has been home for about 2 weeks
yet it seems like ive seen him for a total of about 2 days. It sucks and
i wish he didnt have to leave, but if he didnt leave then i would have
no reason to go to Hawaii! ha

pursue your dreams
then you will find happiness.