…..and so should you!

Homework? No thanks. :)

Hello my dear Followers!

The school year is well underway by now and definitely running full force this week. This means lots of homework, sports, learning and lack of sleep… I’d like to very honestly say I enjoy school, I love learning. At the same time, I don’t look forward to the school year. Why? Because of everything that comes with it. The late nights, followed by early mornings. The added workload after school that takes away from family time and just plain old chill time. That all disappears when school starts (hence why I rarely post during the school year). It’s the aspect of school that follows me home I don’t like, not school it self. I spend from 8:15 – 3:15 at school, then go to practice (for my school team). I get home around 6 have dinner and then do at least 2 more hours worth of school work. And that 6 pm home time is on practice days, if we have a game I end up getting home sometimes as late as 8 pm. So yeah, I’m not a fan of homework… can you tell?

Don’t get me wrong while homework is not my favorite I can see the need for it. Certain things are beneficial, like say, reading a story before class so as not to spend class time on it, that I have no issue with. Though, when it’s just work for the sake of work, or repetition in excess, that frustrates me to no end. I’m talking about when you stay up late reading or doing an assignment only to find out you’re not actually working with it until later or sometimes even not at all — or worse  — when you get to class and go over the entire homework and relearn what you did the night before. Homework like that creates stress, and stress doesn’t allow you to learn no matter how you slice it.

So I wonder, why is it that I’m at school? To stress, memorize a few things for a test, take notes and not sleep? Or to learn thinking skills and writing skills and things that will help me in life and in the real world? Because I think it should be the latter. Math can help to create  critical thinkers, people who see multiple ways to get one solution. History shows you about culture, and teaches mistakes of the past so we do better in the future. Science teaches  you to observe and question the world around you, what it is made of and how it all works. English teaches you how to speak and write and act and analyze in the real world so people will listen, hear and understand you. I see the benefit to all of that and that kind of stuff. I’m lucky enough to go to a school where most teachers are of the same mind set, and even with that I still stay up late and stress about homework. I can’t imagine what it’s like for those who don’t. But hey, I’m sure that has nothing to do with why depression is the number one mental health issue for teens in America, or why 2.8 million youth between the ages 12-17 had at least one major depressive incident in 2014 alone, or why 10 to 15 percent of teenagers have some symptoms of depression. Definitely no connection…

Thanks for reading my lil rant here! And please don’t take it the wrong way, I do love (most) of my teachers and enjoy learning, I just think there’re some issues with the system (actually there’s a lot — don’t even get me started).

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Hey Friendly Followers!  I’m super busy this week but in an effort to keep posting I’m version of fragments of Ovid’s story Metamorphoses. I wrote this for an English assignment last year so it’s a little bit longer then most of my posts. Hope you like it!!


“Get down from there!” Jenny yelled to Nathan, the 7-year old boy she baby sat. This was the 5th time that day Nathan had climbed in a tree that was far too high and dangerous for a kid his size. She’d felt like a broken record all day having to tell him to stop, to be good and not to do this and that. Grabbing him from the tree she placed him on the ground and took his hand, “ I guess it’s time to go home if you won’t listen.” Instead of begging to stay at the park or apologizing and promising to stop, he did what most annoyed 7-year old boys would, he began the copying game and repeated what she said back to her. “Nathan not this again.” she said exasperatedly, “Nathan not this again” he replied sticking his tongue out.

“Nathan stop” She said pulling him down the path.

“Nathan stop”

“I mean it, stop”

“I mean it, st–” Nathan was cut off by an elderly man, “Ah, I see you have an Echo.”

Stopping Jenny replied, “ Yes, sir, It seems I do.”

Intimidated this time Nathan said nothing. “ What’s your name Echo?” The man said to Nathan. Hiding behind Jenny’s leg he told the man his name. “Well Nathan, it’s not nice to echo people, it’s quite rude.” The old man trailed off into a story about a nymph named Echo who could only repeat what had been said the moment before and a boy named Narcissus. Jenny didn’t pay much attention, thinking of how to politely leave the conversation with the odd, old man. When the story ended with the boy falling in love with himself and dying since he could not bare to be apart from himself, Jenny whisked Nathan away claiming his mother needed him home soon.

When Jenny picked up Nathan the next day to drive him to the park all he could talk about was the funny, old man and his story. When they got to the park Nathan ran for the bench the old man had been sitting on the day before. Excitedly he looked for the man, but he was not there. “Go play on the playground, he might come later.” Jenny said in attempt to cheer him up.  Nathan disappointingly went over to the other kids and began digging in the sand box. A little while later the old man appeared and took his place at the bench. As soon as Nathan saw this he ran over followed by Jenny. No longer the shy boy hiding behind her leg he was yesterday, “ Tell me another story! Like yesterday!” He said sitting down in front of the man. “ What kind of story would you like to hear, boy?” The man said. “A weird one, like yesterday!”

And so the old man began, “Up, down, no one knew the difference. Heat fought with cold, sun beating down on ice trying to melt it. A war among a world unmade. Land left with life, death and no real meaning, with opposites always at odds and everything swirling together to create friction and chaos. It was decided to be divided by the Creator’s four sons. Each son given a quarter of this land to do with as he wished. So the sons made clear the chaos, but all was still not well. The first son, Eurus owned the land of the dawns, the realms of the Arahy, he owned the morning. The second son, Zephyrus held the power to the west and it’s low glow of the sun’s setting. The third son, Borea held the cold winds of the north, the winds as frozen as his heart. The fourth son, Auguster ruled the south lands, wet and warm. With the land livable and ruled, civilization is free to grow and move. Thus the four ages began.”

“What are the four ages?” Nathan wondered excitedly. “That story is for tomorrow.” The old man said dismissively. So Jenny took Nathan home and brought him back again the next day. As soon as the old man got to the park that third day he began his story, “The god’s fought amongst themselves after the world was set. Looking down on the world seeing men fighting men, loved ones killing each other, killings being committed with no hesitation, no thought to the waste of a life.” “This sounds a little morbid  for Nathan, he’s only 7 you know.” Jenny interrupted, “yes, yes it’s fine. Now don’t interrupt me again miss or I won’t tell my story.” The only man replied before continuing. ”Things were not like this before the Iron Age. Things were bad but never that bad, never with men slitting the throats of men. The blood loss of the men filling Mother nature with children and creating monstrous men. It’s a wonder how things evolved this way. The Golden Age, the first of the four ages, was a time of peace for all. No one held anger, or malicious thoughts, there was food aplenty for everyone. The earth produced the needs of civilizations and they took willingly but not greedily, the weather always promoting growth like spring all year.  But with the addition of seasons in the Silver Age things began to change. Houses were to be built, fires to be burned and the earth no longer produced food all year, the people had to plant and work for their food, people began the use of animals to help with manual labor. But still the world was a good place with good people…”

The old man finished his story slowly dragging it out over the course of many days. Jenny would sit off in a world of daydreams while the old man rattled on about the world’s creation and god doing bad things with mortals and fighting always. Nathan was fascinated by these tales. He would sit and listen as long as the man would talk. One day, Nathan requested a story with action, and so the man’s tale began “Phaethon, son of Clymene and the Sun was a good boy. A boy who lived his life with only a mother present and a ominous father lurking overhead but never close enough to reach. He seeked a father, a way to close the gap he felt between himself and his history, not to discredit his mother, but without a father there would always be a part of him missing. While he had been told of his father, the Sun, how could he be sure of his heritage when he had never laid eyes on his own father. As he grew older he began to distrust his heritage, how could he be the son of the Sun? Could he really trust his Mother with nothing but her word to go by? He made no motion to further investigate his worries. After all there was nothing more for her to give him. That is until Epaphus, called him out on his boasting of being son to a god, asking what proof he had and claiming his mother’s word would not suffice. Embarrassed and ashamed Phaethon returned home with a fiery determination to gain proof. Approaching his mother he told her of what had happened earlier, “ How was I to reply? My mother said so, so it must be? I need more, I will not be made a fool for this again dear mother.” Angrily she replied, “No son of mine is a fool. What’s wrong with my word son? Have I lied to you before?” Shaken he thought and try as he might, he could not come up with a lie she had told him, but still he was not satisfied with this, “Mother while I don’t wish to offend you, I must have more solidarity then you can give me for my belief to be fulfilled.” Nodding solemnly Clymene realized the seriousness of this for her son. She sent him with directions to follow the sun to his father’s home in the heavens.

Walking up the steps to his father’s house for the first time, Phaethon was jittery and nervous. It’s nerve  wracking meeting your father for the first time when your father is also the Sun. Taking a moment to ready himself he opened the doors and walked in. Immediately his father’s eyes lit with recognition, “Phaethon, my son through and through, the blood of my veins, the son of the Sun, the chip of my power, what brings you through this journey to see me. “ Finding his confidence he replied, “ Oh father, if you are who you say you are, prove it to me and to anyone who may question it. Give me something so that I and the world may know that I am your son as you are my father. Prove my mother an honest women and give me the proof I request.” Readily his father agreed, “Anything my son. Your mother is no liar she has told you nothing but the truth. You deserve the honor bestowed upon my name. Whatever you wish my son, anything at all. You ask for it and I shall give it to you. I swear by Styx anything you ask for I will give it to you.” Phaethon took this in greedily, mulling over the possible things he could ask for before deciding. In the end there was no real question of what his request would be, “Anything you say I can ask for? Then I wish for the chariot.” The Sun god immediately regretted his oath, this was the one thing he wished to withhold from his son, he feared his son would not be easily persuaded to request something different but still attempted to change his mind, “ The honor you think you will receive from this action is not what it seems. To control the chariot is not a simple task. Many gods including Jove could not will the chariot to move his way. This is suicide you foolish child. You act as if you are better than the gods, yet you can not understand that this is a death wish.” Phaethon considered his father’s words and still would not change his request. Unable to back out on his oath the Sun God explained to his own son what was to be done, “The track you must follow is clear, go to the west. The horses need no urging, the whip you hold should be used lightly and only if needed. You must hold the reins steady and steer the horses, if you give them an inch they’ll take a mile. You must stay equal distances from the earth and the sky, to close to one will cause it to burn and the other to freeze, you must stay in the middle, the left holds a great Serpent and the right holds other countless dangers. This task will take your full concentration and all your strength and even with that it will still be an impossible task.”

So when the time came Phaethon got on the horses and took off towards the west. But once they left the ground the horses pull became too much of him to handle. Fire flared out of their nostrils, illuminating the sky, the flames of their fur licked Phaethon’s body, burning him which caused him to release the reins. With no one to stop them the horses whirled through the area melting the ice caps and burning the towns of earth. Around and around the horses went leaving fire and death in their wake. Simultaneously, the heat from the horses started burning away Phaethon’s flesh—”

“Oh, shoot look at the time, I’m sorry for interrupting but we have to leave.” Jenny said not liking where the story was headed. “ Awe Jenny, can’t we stay a little longer? I want to know what happens. It’s almost over.” Nathan reasoned. “We can come back tomorrow I’m sure the story can wait till then,” She said already grabbing Nathan’s hand and walking away.

Excited the next day to hear the rest of the story, Nathan ran to the bench to greet the old man who had not yet arrived. Determined, Nathan waited. And waited. And waited, till it was far too late for him and Jenny to still be at the park. “I’m sure something just came up. He’ll be back tomorrow” Jenny said when she finally declared they could wait no longer. But when they returned the next day the old man did not show once again. He didn’t come the day after that, or the day after that, or any of the days after that. Jenny feared this would hurt Nathan or he would take it personally but he didn’t. Instead he would just sit on the bench everyday waiting, waiting for what she didn’t know, he knew the old man would not return. She could not figure what he could possibly be waiting for until one day a little boy walked by hand in hand with a worn out looking woman, every word the woman said the boy would repeat back to her.

In response Nathan said, “Ah, I see you have an Echo.”


Let me know in the comments below if you want to see more stories like this on this blog or just any thoughts you might be thinking. Love always!!

Don’t Yuck My Yum

This is an essay I wrote a few weeks back. I posted it on my Facebook so sorry to my friends who might be seeing this for a second time.

“Don’t yuck their yum.” This is something I’ve heard and said quite a lot while working with 3,4 & 5-year olds. The basic premise here is don’t make someone feel bad for liking something you don’t. Thinking about this along with my experience at GLW, (Girls Leadership Worldwide) on a larger scale had me thinking about America (stick with me here). And I think we are seeing a lot of adults, role models, “yucking each other’s yums”. I can’t log into any social media now-a-days without seeing someone post about how much they hate Hillary or Trump. I see how if anyone agrees with the opposing person they might as well click “unfriend” and move out of their life. So I ask you here, how does that help? If you speak of diversity but only when it suits you or your cause, what are you really saying? As a society we believe in diversity as a positive thing. No? We teach children to think and choose and be — for themselves. We tell them different cultures, faiths, colors, genders etc, are all valuable. Well I guess that’s what we teach our children but don’t follow as adults, huh? I see too many adults sit behind screens and blindly tell people they are wrong, stupid, disgusting and idiotic for simply having a different view. Following this example, should I “unfriend” all friends of different faiths because I simply don’t share the same views as them? That’s what people are doing regarding political opinions. Tell me, how this is different?

We teach our children if you don’t have anything nice to say about someone, don’t say it at all. Does that not apply to adults? Instead of preaching a party’s good points and educating those of a different view, I see too many people put down the view of others and saying some very not-nice things to be honest. And in doing that, how does it help? From the way I see it, it only causes people to feel ashamed and then angry, rebellious and secretive.

Why is it we don’t see someone with a different view as an opportunity to learn something new or to share your opinion with someone who hasn’t seen what you have? If we really accepted our differences couldn’t we use them to further ourselves rather then leave ourselves in a place of hate and anger? Put up your political party, don’t down the other. Anything bad your gonna say, we’ve all heard before. Besides, you’re not teaching me anything new, only that you know how to hate. There’s only so many times people can say Trump’s a racist and Hillary’s a liar. We get it. Move on.

This brings me to another point. A wise wise woman once said, “Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.” (Eleanor Roosevelt) Why are we talking about the way he talked and the way she looked? Why don’t we talk about the bill she wants to get passed and the jobs he wants to make? Let’s talk about these, not them. Let’s talk about what they plan to do and what we think they actually can. This isn’t middle school but gosh darn it, even in middle school when we elected a class president the candidates and voters behaved better. I’m just a 15-year old girl with an opinion, I ask you to read what I say and see if you can take anything from it, even if you don’t completely agree with me. But please, think before you post your next anti-post, or talk about your hate for a politician (which your child has never heard of but will go into school preaching your views about trust me I heard it all) and consider what I’ve written. Is what your saying really what you want to be saying? That’s all. Don’t yuck someone’s yum, especially if you’ve never tried their treat.

Thanks for reading!! I plan on posting again real soon about who knows what!?!

I’d would be very interested to hear your thoughts on this — whether you agree or disagree with anything I say. I always love a good debate😉

New Start

Hello Faithful Followers!
This Blog has evolved quite a bit over the years, as has my posting frequency. I am now 15 years old and I started this blog about 5 years ago as a slideshow of pictures with captions. It has since been a quotes’ blog, life blog and book review blog separately. In the past year or so, my posting has dwindled to about none. I would like to change that and the only way I see that happening is by making this a nonspecific blog while I work on figuring out where I’m heading. Meaning, I will be trying to post something on a regular basis but that could be anything from a quote to a book review or new idea to — infinity and beyond! I’m sorry for all these changes and hope you continue to stick with me on this journey but I also understand if you want to jump ship. Love to you all!!


Cassidy Shea is more commonly known as @TwitterGirl. Twitter Girl is a sassy, sarcastic, clever and often rude Twitter. After losing her job as a reporter and her boyfriend due to a controversial tweet, she’s offered a position on Will Becker’s presidential campaign. All she has to do is tweet bad, catchy things against the other candidates. That’s easy for our twitter girl, sarcasticness and sass come to her as naturally as breathing. It doesn’t hurt that Will is easy on the eyes and quite single at the moment. But what happens when you add in some friendly competition from her best friend for his eyes? Sprinkle in Cassidy’s disabled brother who’s totally in love with the best friend? And maybe add a pinch of an adorable coworker? You end up with an amazing novel by Nic Tatano. This is politics and with politics comes secrets, drama and scandal. Will twitter girl be able to handle all of Will Becker’s secrets? Well, you’ll just have to #findout😉

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Tweet Tweet this book was sweet. I read TwitterGirl back in May of this year. Nic is truly an amazing author. While I haven’t  read anything else (nor will I probably read anything else) by Nic Tatano, I really enjoyed this book. It’s hard not to fall in love with some of our male characters here and I think every girl wishes to have even just a spark of Cassidy’s sass. This book has it’s laugh-out-loud funny part yet still has a captivating plot. Filled with unexpected as well as easily predicted twists this was a fairly fast read. However while I mostly read what would be considered young adult (YA) novels, this is not. I would recommend TwitterGirl for ages 16-55. This is defiantly a chick-lit (like a chick-flick but for books -literature- not movies). TwitterGirl definitely has it’s romance going, and a fair share of” awes” and “ohhs”. Some slightly mature subjects were discussed but nothing you wouldn’t find in a PG-13 Movie. Rating wise I would give this an 8 out of 10. While I loved TwitterGirl it’s not really a book to write home about. Definitely a good read but not a life changing oh my God wow type of a book.

Sorry about how little I have been posting guys. IT’S BEEN LIKE 8 MONTHS!!! I got side tracked with the end of school year buzz then I had a crazy busy/awesome summer. I also just started high school a few weeks ago. The only reason I got the time to post this is because I am home, sick😦 I’ve also been pretty busy reading. SInce January first 2015 I have read over 110 novels. A big chunk of which are from wattpad which I am planning on (if i have time) writing a post about in the future. Love to all my wonderful followers…………


Starting senior year Jordan is a starting quarterback and team captain. She is also girl.  You’d think father, who’s a football star, would be happy right? But it’s quite the opposite. He wants her to stop playing and refuses to come to her games. But Jordan doesn’t care.  Its Jordan’s life, literally.  She lives and breaths, thinks and sleeps football. To be captain and one of the best quarterbacks in her league it has to be that way. Acting like one of the guys is easy for her, it is her.  Her best friends are all guys, well all her friends are guys. Girls just don’t get her and she doesn’t get them. The guys take her seriously, they have to if they want to go to the championships and if she wants to get onto the best college team they need to make it to the championships. That’s why she has a strict no dating guys on the team rule, and anyways the guys on her team are like (over protective) brothers to her. She’s known them all since forever. Senior year is looking bright. Well that’s until this new guy shows up with some kick-ass abs and a great throw, almost better than hers. Almost. He changes everything. Is he trying to steal her spot? No he can’t be and anyways coach wouldn’t let happen, would he? And this new guy, Ty, is actually nice guy. Why can’t Jordan stop thinking about him? He is totally messing with her head, which is bad, but the thoughts are good. She thought she was immune to the power of all guys, up until now. No one before Ty could mess with her when she was in the zone, not even her best friend Henry could. They are like practically the same person, Jordan and Henry, inseparable since a young age. But now on top of everything, Henry’s acting weird. How much can one girl take? Find out in Catching Jordan (The first book in the Hundred Oaks series) By Miranda Kenneally.

Catching jordanCatching Jordan by Miranda Kenneally is a cute, flirty, sporty romance novel. Miranda has created a story filled with all my favorite things; sports, humor, friendship and obviously romance! This novel is filled with unexpected twists and turns, laughs and tears. I love this book for a couple of reasons. One, being the author is amazing and two, being I haven’t read another book like it. What book has the main character being a female football player who doesn’t like dresses or girl talk, a girl that guys actually respect?  I think in some ways it’s really a powerful book. It goes against a lot of stereotypes and to me that is a beautiful thing. I would give this book a 9 out of 10. The only reason it’s not a 10 out of 10 is a spoiler, so I wont say it. You’ll have to read it and contact me separately to learn why! I would say it’s for ages 12 to anyone who likes YAs.

For this review and all future YA novel reviews, I will only put the youngest I think you can be to read it. YA books are not really an ages thing, they are more of a preference thing. I know friends mother’s who only read YAs. Sorry this review took longer then expected to get posted!

Emily is Sloane’s best friend. And that is all most people know about her. That and she is pretty fast, given her track record. But Emily doesn’t mind, she has Sloane who talks to other people to make up for her shyness. They spend every waking moment together, so it all works out. But that all changes when the summer before their senor year, Sloane and her family leave with out a word. No explanation, no good bye, no future address. But there is a list, a list that comes in the mail. This isn’t the first list from Sloane and it’s defiantly not a grocery list. It a “must do” list for Emily and the only thing she has left of her best friend. Emily sets out to complete the list and find her best friend. But skinny dipping and kissing a stranger? Really Sloane? And why does she keep running into Frank? The perfect student who just wants to save the world, and maybe her too? In Since You’ve Been Gone by Morgan Matson, Emily’s in for a whirlwind of life changing events, new friendships and new experiences as Emily is pushed past her bonds, thrown into a wild and possibly life changing summer in hopes of finding her best friend. And maybe some romance along the way too.

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Since You’ve Been Gone by Morgan Matson, is not your classic teen summer romance book. There’s more to it than a boy and a girl. Which is refreshing after reading so many of the same story told with different characters. It’s about friendship, love, loyalties, fun and finding yourself. Morgan writes amazingly true characters. She is an amazing writer. As my former English teacher would say,” she uses juicy words”. She writes in a way that keeps you guessing and interested. Falling in love with this book is pretty easy, it’s putting it down that’s the hard part. I can honestly say its one of the few books that made me want to go out and do something. Not change the world or feed the hungry but it made me want to experience more things. I was torn between getting up and trying to do the stuff Emily had to do and reading more (needless to say reading always won). But after I finished, I had a new found love for my best friend and we made a List of our own with over 50 things that will push us to do thing we wouldn’t with out it. So we are competing to see who can complete more by the end of 2015. We have a very competitive friendship so it should be interesting (I will obviously win). But probably not as exciting as Emily’s adventures. I would give Since You’ve Been Gone a nine out of ten. It’s a fun read for I’d say ages 9 to 25, defiantly a YA Novel. Its a cute romance and a quick read. And I guess in a perfect universe it would have an epilogue.

If you’ve read Since You’ve Been Gone by Morgan Matson let me know in the comments below. I’d love to hear your opinion of it!

Seems like even though this post is about Since You’ve been gone, it seems like I am the one who has been gone. I have another review due to post on Friday, it’s a review on Catching Jordan by Miranda Kenneally. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and would like to give a quick shout out to my mom to wish her the happiest birthday! Go see what she is posting at Taking the World on with a Smile

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