If I Could Change the World

If I could change the world, I would get rid of churches, bullets, and video games. Why, you ask? I'll tell you in the words to follow.

Churches are first on my hit list. How many times have we been forced to go into a building where we didn't belong, sit among people that didn't belong, and listen to words that didn't belong in our lives? It's like everyone thinks that to be a good person you have to dress up and parade among an endless mass of fake people who claim to be holy, but all have secrets so deep that satan would be chilled in his own skin. Finding God doesn't depend on the sermons held on Sunday, it depends on what we learn and feel.

Bullets are close behind. Why not guns? Because without bullets guns are just a useless object. Bullets turn them into power. Death, fear, and sadness have all exponentially increased since bullets were first used. Security, trust, and confidence have all exponentially decreased since their first usage. People now buy guns to defend the possible idea of an intrusive bullet. No one is safe, and there's no good reason for it.

Last, I would get rid of video games. I know that I'm not the only person who knows someone who wasted their life away on these colorful inventions. Watching the world pass by a person you care about while their face is glued to a TV screen, their hands to a controller, is hard. You feel powerless and worried about them. Not only known for sucking away people's lives, they're also infamous for changing the very way people think. Turning them unexpectedly to violence and suicide. The six or so hours a day becomes more very quickly.

I believe that were these items exposed of and never used again, we would see a happier world with a higher success rate and less pain. If only the world would realize the damage done by these objects. So there's why I would get rid of churches, bullets, and video games.

If I Could Change the World

If I could change the world I would get rid of every incurable illness (including chronic illnesses),  even and odd numbers, and locks. My reasons may sound strange, but I have evidence to back me up.

14 years. 14 years I have struggled with a variety of chronic illnesses. I see so many who suffer and I have empathy for them. I know what it's like To wake up in the morning and want to fall back asleep, but fail because the pain that fills your body is too much to allow you to sleep. Even with strong sleep medicines, no success is found. I understand the thoughts that come as you round another year, but it's not another year. You lose track of the last time you were pain free. All you know is your life with pain. It has become you. It defines you. If you let it.

Even and odd numbers. Why do we have them? Why not just numbers? I have to have the tv or radio volume on an even number. Before I go to sleep I have to see an even number. If I miss it, I have to wait until the next comes around, and if I miss that or accidentally look and see an odd number, I have to wait again. This process takes up a good amount of time, and that time gives my mind the freedom to race and think thoughts I'd rather not. The type of thoughts that keep you up even longer. The thoughts that control your dreams. The thoughts that become nightmares and cause you to wake up with blood beneath your nails because you were trapped in a dream and could only do the actions you were doing within the dream. Now you have scars that will never leave you all because of the wretched even and odd numbers!

Why have a lock? We humans always forget to lock our doors, safes, and anything that protects something of value. Even that which lies within a home, whether breathing or inanimate. What's the point of having a lock if you forget to lock the main door because it's hot inside and you need some fresh air. Why even have the lock in the first place if it has no part in protecting you from brutality, from a man you've never seen. A man that beats you after you get your brother out of the house until everything you hold dear goes black. Locks are pointless. Why have them if we forget to use them anyway.

Chronic illnesses, even and odd numbers, and locks are not necessary though it's not those things I really hate. I hate suffering, ptsd and nightmares, and traumatic experiences. But the cold truth is that we learn from all of these things. Each thing we suffer or go through, can be a stepping stone to making us an even greater person than we were the day before. IF we let them.

If I Could Change the World

If I could change the world, simply banishing any (irrational and symbolic) thing in the world, the three things I would get rid of The term 'dreads' , Mathews 4th period, and the entire 2013 sophomore year. Sounds strange but um.. Yes that would be very nice lol. 

If we could just vaporize the word 'Dreads', no idiots would ever even think to give themselves that word as a nickname. You wouldn't have to constantly be reminded of stupid guys with that name. Cocky, irritating, horrible, sweet, kind, stupid guys. Lol. Besides, the term is dreadlocks, not dreads. It's common sense right? We live in in America so speak some proper English. Many wouldn't sound so illiterate using that dumb word anyway. So again, that term should definitely go. 

Next on the hit list is Mathews 4th period English class. This is because, as about 99% of all Summit High relationships, if that is even what you would call it, they all end. The classroom you used to laugh, take pointless pictures, ignore the teacher ( Sorry Mathew lol) in is now just a reminder of what was and how clearly mentally slow you were for ever getting involved in that in the first place. You avoid where you sat, you randomly remember stupid jokes, that didn't even make sense I might add, and it's completely distracting. 

Lastly, I would get rid of the entire sophomore year. This is because, you wouldn't have even met of the complete buttholes that year right? Lol. I wouldn't have met some idiot eating pineapples out of a can without a spoon with nappy hair, then we wouldn't have became friends, fallen in 'love', I wouldn't have broken his heart, he wouldn't have turned into a heartless jerk and the whole thing could've been avoided. Just saying. 

My Favorite Mistake

Well my favorite mistake is cheating on my ex she was like my first love. I loved her so much and I treated her so badly and took her for granted she was so supportive of me. She was the queen of my world and now she gone because I was a bad boyfriend. Well we met at 15 practice she was a dama and I was a chambelon  I walked in and I fell I love she was so beautiful. She told me everything I was the only person who she told but her parents would hit her and I always was there to take her away from her problems. She had bruises and I saw them all but I was the one to make it better. We were gonna run away and live together and have a family I promised I would never hit her and I never did she saved my life and she was my life.

So we were together for about 3 months I used to be a soccer assistant and we went to her school. I went up to her and hugged her and kissed her like I always did than she asked me flat out are you cheating on me. I lied and said no than she believed me but I was I was flirting with girls left and right so me and her walked around. We were just playing soccer I would rap to her she always loved my music. Than I left her and the next day was our 4th and I went to her she asked me again are you cheating on me again I said no that's how it was . 

So my friend Aldo and I was walking to my friends house than I got a text it was my girl. Than she says it's over than I tell her no and she says she can't be with me no more. So what I do is tell her to call me so I can hear her say it. She does and tells me than I start crying I front of Aldo and than she asked my why am I crying. I told her because I loved her and she said I love you to but I can't be with you. She hangs up than that was my first time hippy flipping because I needed something to numb the pain so I turned to drugs.

  So basically what I'm trying to say is don't take the people you love for granted. The only people who do are damned be faithful to the person you love. Because you don't know what they will find out if your not. Look at me I became a drug addict and now I'm barley getting sober I learned from what I did I'm just telling you the truth before you find out yourself don't be selfish because you'll be alone and never have love. 

My Favorite Mistake

I know I'm not perfect but I guess nobody is. My favorite mistake wasn't the stealing part it was the part where I learned from my mistake. I was 14 and I always thought I was cool and did everything that my friends did. One day that all changed.

As usual I was a teen who wanted to be cool like everybody else. It was a summer day I was hanging out with one of my friends. Me and my best friend Selena were hanging out walking down the street and we wanted to go get a drink or something from the store down the street so we started walking towards the light. She asked me "have you ever stolen anything from the store?" I told her "no, I've never even done anything like that, my mom would kill me!" She asked me "well do you wanna do it?" I said "sure, but you can't make it obvious" she told me that shes done it a lot of times before and hasn't ever been caught.

I believed her and went along with it trying to be cool.  As we entered the store we went over to the soda machine and filled up a 42 oz. of Dr. Pepper. I turned and walked to the candy section and grabbed a snickers and some skittles. I watched as Selena walked to the other isle. She grabbed something but I couldn't quite make out what it was. She can back over to me and she opened my back pack and she stuck a box with 3 condoms inside my bag and zipped it up. As we walked to the cashier to pay for our soda she said "girls can I check your bag? You girls seemed sneaky about something over there." 

I said "well our parents are expecting us home soon so we just need to pay for our soda." She told us to follow her to the back office. We had no choice. We went to the back with her. She showed us the video cameras of us putting stuff in the bag and she called the cops. The cop came and said "well ladies what do we have here? I need you to pull everything out of your bag." I did as he said. He called our parents and told them to come get us and that we were being charged $300 dollar fine for shoplifting. My mom came to pick me up and she said to me "Raquel, you can't hang out with Selena anymore shes a bad influence on you and you now have to pay $300 dollars to the state for your consequence. Why would you do this?!" I just shook my head and said "I don't know."

From that day on I NEVER stole or planned on stealing again. I'd learned my lesson. Till this day I've not seen or talked to Selena because of that day. I lost a best friend and I can't take her back and don't plan on it. I feel that even though she was a good friend to me she wasn't a positive role model towards me I learned how to better my friends and pick the better influenced ones instead of the ones who got into trouble all the time.

My Favorite Mistake

I have always had trouble controlling my anger. I liked this girl, I really wanted to get to know her.  I asked her out and even though it was against her parents rules she went out with me.  I called her a name that no girl should be called.  To this day I still regret calling her this. 

It all started when I started to like a girl named MaggieTanner. One day, when I finally had the guts to ask Maggie out, but before I could, I was rejected by her telling me how my friend Dylan Lewis asked her out. I was mad at Dylan at first, but I got over it.  He was still my friend, and I was still his.  I still talked to Maggie about this other girl that I liked. Ali Petit. 

I was sad and depressed still about Maggie for awhile.  One day I felt a little better.  I was not as angry as I was so I asked out Ali. We were together for about four months.  I was so happy when I was with Ali, that I kind of forgot about Maggie. I was in love and I wanted to be with Ali. She was basically the only thing that I thought about. When I think about this I was really stupid to be so involved with one girl. 

One night I get a text from her asking me if we could be friends. I was mad at first, but I got over it. I said that I would like to be friends still, Maggie was talking to Ali and found out that Ali was using me to try to make Dylan jealous.  I was furious. When I think about it now I realize that I was doing trying to do the same thing, but it was with Maggie. All I thought about was myself. When my friends asked about Ali, I referred to her as The Bitch. I now think of myself as a jerk for doing the same thing as her. 

I was gone for two years and realized what empathy was. To this day I still feel bad about calling her that word above. I have not yet apologized to her, she might hate my guts, but I know that I deserve to be hated by her. I really did like her as I got to know her better. I learned that the words that come out of your mouth are words you can't take back. So you need to be careful so you don't say something that you might regret. 

My Favorite Mistake

My favorite mistake I ever made was the night that I got locked up. It has got to be the best thing that has ever happened to me because of all that was going on at my home last year. 

It was A cold winter night and I went out car hopping and went into a back yard to look at this really cool patio that somebody had built or had had put in for them and the person came out and threw me off his property and called the cops and let me go home. 

When I finally got home I had one hundred and twenty-eight dollars in my pocket. I was being stupid and took out the money i had stolen and counted it and while I was counting it the cops went around the back to where my window was and looked through it while I was counting the money I had stolen and then they went around to the front and knocked on my front door and I was stupid enough to open up the door and get my mom involved and my mom let them go and search my room where they found the money I had stolen. So they took me around to all the houses that it had taken money from and woke them up at like 2:30 in the morning and then took me to detention where I stayed for twenty one days.

   I was then put into O&A for 36 days. Then from there I went ARTEC West Boys A&D rehab center where I stayed for 6 months. I then moved on to proctor care which is where I am now.

So there is my favorite mistake I've ever made. Now if you ever want to rip apart your family like I did just follow my example, but if you want a good relationship with your family I would recommend not going down this path to misery and hell. So stay good and don't becomes a big turd for your family.

My Favorite Mistake

The simple ,strange stupidity,of not being quite in the right mind.How almost instantly you can change the course in you life.With a insignificant  mistake in action.In this case it includes bullies,a gas mask ,and a machete.I know that must sound horrid.A crime of human nature."CALM DOWN"!Let me tell you my tell.

I had only been in school for three weeks at this point.It was close to the end of the year,but that's a long story.Clouds lined the sky painting  puffy images in my side vision.The air smelled of fresh earth and thick smoke.There was no houses to be seen for the next eighteen miles.Thats ok, maybe even better.Almost an hour in this hell ride,did I get the first husky voice above the screaming pubescent children."HEY FREAK".I ignored it as I always did normally they stopped at that-not this time."hey there you know who you are FREAK"! I hated being called that out of all.(By God) call me anything ells anything but, that—putrid— word.The bus pulled up to the newly build building.It was a bland, sad looking building.It fit so well into this town filled with all of those small , boring  houses.Country folk they called themselves...more like idiots.I pealed myself out of the seat,only to be welcome by a sharp shoulder in the ribs.I clenched my teeth and stood back up exiting the bus last.

Only ten minutes till the bell rang.No time for breakfast just time to get to biology class.I briskly walked up the stair case the thin glass railing welcoming anyone who felt to mess with me.(Heh hope they like strawberry jam). Once I got to the top of the stairs I turned left to head to the class,yet again stopped in my tracks. Bradon stood there his arms cross his grin spread acrostic his face like a monkey.I tried to pass him but he only stepped  over to block me again.(shisea),"Hey.Brandon how are you"! He shifted his wait his smile fading. "I ain't to shur why you be asking such a stupid question F-R-E-A-K"!"I didn't know a dead girl could talk".I looked up angrily. "what do you mean by that,if I may ask"?

just to make this story a little shorter.Maybe I can spare you of this idiots wordplay.He threatens me
Explaining that his few buddies were going to get together and (RID ME).I think he meant to say get rid of me. alike to anyone you would not to greatly enjoy if someone threatened you like this.So I went home with a deviously  violent plan against them.I got home put on a mask packed my machete and slid on my trench.This is how that went.

I played a simple tune in my head,almost humming.My mask secure to my face my hands balled up in fist.What people didn't see is that I was smiling.I entered the lunchroom walked around and headed to the stairs I knew were they would be.I walked up the stairs brimming,slowly calmly in a way.Sadly I was stopped. Right before I reached their group,I was pulled to the side and asked to remove the mask.I denied told him what had happened. As usual got no help so I walked out and never came back.I Walked eighteen miles to my friends house,in the rain.After that I veered over the edge.

I think of this now,everything that happened led to this day and If I could have stopped any moment of that day. I would have walked home instead.I would have taken of that mask off and I would have fallen asleep. Alowing my dreams to ones more erase that day,as if it never happened.

My Favorite Mistake

     This is my story. It was supposed to be just a mistake and how I reflected but it kind of turned into "my story." It kind of goes through everything I went through to be placed on probation to going into JJS custody to where I'm at now. It doesn't go too in depth with my family issues but that's not the reason I'm writing this.

One day when I was fifteen years old, my friend told me that after everyone went to sleep I should sneak out and take my moms car. It sounded like a good idea so I agreed. I went to sleep and set an alarm for twelve o'clock. The alarm went off, I got dressed and took the car. I met up with my friend, smoked some weed, had a cigarette, and went to the store. We got some drinks and everything was good till we saw red and blue lights. I pulled over and waited. When the cop approached the car he asked for my license and registration. I took a deep breathe and told the officer that I'm only fifteen. He told me he pulled me over because I didn't have my head lights on. My mom showed up and when they asked if they would take me she said no. 

        I went to DT for three days and got out. When I got drug tested I failed for marijuana and I got put in a day treatment program. I was there for about eight months and just kept failing my UA's. I got a few contempt charges and would only get locked up for about a week. Finally my judge said she had enough and sent me to O&A. I spent about a month in DT then went to O&A for forty-five days. While I was there they did all sorts of assessment and gave my judge a recommendation. They recommended I be sent to a six month program called Blue Hills. I got in a little trouble while I was there and was there for about seven months. I got out and the 4th of July and was doing great. 

        About a week later I used and failed a drug test. It wasn't that bad until I started using a lot again. I started using as if I wasn't being drug tested. I was buying and selling again and before I knew it I was fighting with my step dad. He kicked me out and I stayed with my dad for a few days but he was going to be leaving town again because he's a truck driver. My caseworker made a decision that I should be placed in proctor care since at this time neither of my parent's houses were suitable for me. I was placed in proctor and now I go to Summit High. 

        This reflects who I am because if I had never taken the car out that night I would have never been placed on probation. I wouldn't have the issues I have with my step dad either. I think if I hadn't taken the car out that night I would be living with my family happily. I wouldn't have to have been taken out of my moms home because me and her fiancé would not have issues.


         I think that is my one mistake that I regret the most in my life. My world was turned upside down for one night of being able to drive around in a sweet Audi A4. It reflect who I am because of the environment it surrounded me by and the people I have met. It put me into a lifestyle I never thought I would be apart of. I never thought I would be some who got locked up and went to programs and got drug tested regularly but that one night turned my life into that. I have made mistakes along the way but nothing compares to that night.

My Favorite Mistake

I opened my eyes the day I made not my first major mistake, but my most inspirational.
One day sitting in a controlled facility, surrounded by complete morons, I decided that I wasn't part of the facility norms. I decided to go super AWOL, so I left.

Now don't get me wrong I'm a liable individual who made a mistake. This mistake just happened to be a real bad one. So one day on work crew, I'm out in a place somewhere in Down Town Salt-lake getting ready for the right moment to bean dip out of their.

"now is the perfect chance" I think to myself, not even bothering to think about consequences that hold for me. The staff is busy playing games on his cell phone, I know that their are two exits of the building; one is in the back, and the other is in the front of the place.

I know that this is the easy part of my secret plan. The adrenaline is spurring in the back of my legs, waiting to make me be able to run like hell or put up a good fight. Now or never! My natural instincts tell me, I look around to make sure it's clear, and it is.

I'll slip away unnoticed, into the shadows of the abyss to never be seen by multiple unintelligible beings. I walk to the back, because I know right now if I run it will be to loud.
Opening the door that happened to creak loudly, I through my body out in the horribly heated sun.

I'm running as fast as I can, dodging objects I'm running by, and thinking of one hundred million things at once, at this point I'm heading east. I find myself in an Alleyway, on one side is a building; the other side is a fence with a cherry tree. the Cherri's look so fat and juicy that they look like their going to pop at any second.

here I am stuffing my pockets, enjoying the sweet pleasuring taste of busting atomic cherries when a pit bull scares the living bajeezis out of me. It's barks are deep and full of hate, almost as if saying drop my masters cherries and leave; or die.

I then get to the tracks and ride them to Ogden to pan handle money for the bus, to get to nine hundred north Brigham city. I continued to walk from their to get to Logan Utah. When I eventually get their I spend  three months of my life thinking about what to do.

eventually, I realize if I'm able to do the things I've done; I can do anything that anyone asks of me, and I could either make an excuse or just do what needs to be done. I'd like to thank the class of 2014 for listening to my shortened version of my greatest mistake.

At the end of the story I turned myself in to d.t.

My Favorite Mistake

I know to this day if I hadn't ever tried weed, I wouldn't be able to try to help others to not try it.

Weed is not a bad substance if used in the correct manner, but otherwise it is a drug.  I regret using it.  It wasn't even that great, and it was temporary.  So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that in reality no drugs are good for you.

We can get high off of happiness and we'd be better off, there's no point in drugs.  Life is not one you're supposed to ruin.  

When I was a child I was taken away from my mom who had been an addict to many types of drugs.  She was so deep in it that my 5 siblings and I were taken away from her.

Love comes from the most unexpected people.  I love my mom now, even though we still have issues, no relationship is perfect.  I thought throughout my life how it would be to meet my biological mom, but she was still on drugs when I got the chance in Louisiana.  That made me rethink my decisions, but habits are hard to break.  

I still did drugs until about 3 mothers ago.  I got in trouble after I went on the run from proctor care.  I started again and every time you do it gets worse.  My addiction starts and stops often and since there could possibly have been drug use before I was born, I might have a biological connection to it as well, making it more likely to get addicted to it if I try it.  

I would never recommend weed to anyone, would never have anyone try it at all.  There are things that should have never been found and weed was a plant we didn't need.  Of course it  can be used for good, but otherwise, no.  

Sometimes I wonder if my mom can change now. The more and more you try a substance the worse it gets overtime and the effects it has on your body are not good.  

What I'm trying to say is I haven't learned completely from my mistake yet, but I'm strong enough to say that I hope nobody will ever try to use it for bad, which I most definitely think they will, but I hope this makes them think twice.    

My Favorite Mistake

My favorite mistake is probably a common one. The mistake was smoking weed for the first time. Making that choice has caused a lot of things to happen in my life, most of them not good things. It's affected me, my family, and other people in my life.

I was hanging out with one of my good friends, just hanging out and playing video games. We hung out a lot, almost every day. This day was different. I made a decision that was going to affect me for years, and it is still affecting me to this day. It has never stopped causing me trouble. 

That day, I decided to smoke weed. At the time I had mixed emotions about it. Part of me knew that it was a bad idea and I should've made the choice to leave or just tell him I didn't want to do it. The other part of me thought it couldn't hurt anything and it wasn't a bad idea. Guess which part of me one? Right. I made the choice to do it. 

My friend's brother would smoke weed all the time, so we knew he would have some. We played video games while we were waiting for him to leave. We waited about ten minutes after he left just to make sure he wasn't going to come back. 

As soon as we knew he wasn't coming back, we went upstairs to his room. We started going through his drawers, closet, and just about every place we figured he would hide it. Sure enough, we found it, along with a pipe. We loaded the bowl and started smoking. We had no idea what we were doing. Somebody probably would have laughed if they saw. We eventually got the hang of it.

When we were done, we went downstairs to get food. (Just like everybody else that smokes weed.) After I did it, I felt kind of bad but I got over it. I just didn't think about the bad things, I just made the best of it. 

I started doing it quite a bit after that. My friend and I were always stealing it from his brother or finding other ways to get it. Eventually, I found myself doing it almost every day. I was never thinking about the bad things, just looking for the high. I wish I would've thought about it and stopped before I got myself into trouble. 

Although I regret that choice, I'm glad I did it at the same time. My life might have been better if I didn't do it but I wouldn't be as smart. I've learned a lot from everything that I've been through. I wouldn't be the person I am today if I didn't make that decision. I had my fun but now I know that that's not what I want to do with my life. It's time to grow up and move on with life.