It's Wednesday! You know what that means, time for another post!

So dear readers how has your week been going? For me it's going pretty well! Mostly.... 😋

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my poem on teachers. Today I want to talk about something which is very dear to my heart. Something that is hard to find and even harder to keep. Something that can make you love people insanely, or despise them until your heart breaks in half.

Friendship.

As a girl who moves around a lot, it's hard making new friends. Even harder to grace the hallways with confidence, when everyone is pointing and snickering at you muttering "new girl", on the contrary to one of those cliche movies.

Friendship for me has always been hard to find. I've had many arguments, and many fights. But I've also gotten to experience a wild taste of different opinions. I've learned friends are people who bring you down to earth. They have varying opinions, different perspectives, and their thoughts soar and roam free, just like our own. The roller coaster of friendship is like getting a taste of adventure, scary and nerve-wracking but at the same time you heart pumps so fast and you feel so jubilant, you never want to let go.

Seeing it is, my second year at my new school, I've learned who my true friends are. I've had plenty of arguments and falling outs, but those only led me to the path of light. God was showing me who were my real friends. Sprits who guide the way. I've learned not to have hatred, enmity, and instead embrace everyone, or at least try to. I've learned who my true friends are, and I can say that my friends are like warm rays of sunshine poking through a gloomy cloud, when you're having a bad day. Isn't that how we all feel about our friends? It is definitely how I feel about my friends, who are always there for me, and though we have might disagree to some degree, I know they love me no matter what. Real friends see the good in you, the light. They make you feel loved and happy, never sad and down.

So I will stop writing furthermore! In honor of friendship I have wrote and poured my heart out in this poem. I hope you readers enjoy it!


A promise of friendship

You're my friend
And this is true
You're usurp of my friendship
Without even meaning too
And I guess though you drive me crazy
And we have had our fair shares of ups and downs
When I'm without you I'm lackadaisical
But when I'm with you we have goof off too many times to count
When we are together we are hysterical
Driving everyone around us demure
With our smart little pranks and antics
This is an oath to our friendship for sure
You never make me feel repressive
In fact when I'm with you I can soar free
And though sometimes you drive me to the brink of frustration
I know we will requite, for friends we will always remain and be
We could be stuck in some jerkwater place
Bored for all I know
But you enlighten each day with your liveliness
Everywhere we go!
You promenade in a striking fashion
And you never fail to me make me laugh
You aren't afraid to take on new challenges
No matter how silly or daft.
Though we get annoyed with each other sometimes
And we fight
We always make up in the end
Because we will always do what's right.
You are droll, saucy, boisterous, and real
You are everything
 a friend should be too
So I just wanted to say thanks for being my friend, and l'll always be yours

Oh readers, it's Monday.

You know what that means, school! (At least for me).

Please will you graciously excuse me, while I sob in a corner, about how I profoundly need more sleep.

Well I guess I'll try to make the best out of my Monday. I want you readers to have a fantastic Monday as well. Today is going to be the best, most awesome Monday of your life! I can feel it! Furthermore, as part of this awesome Monday, let's chat about everyone's "favorite", school!

Oh school. I know how most of us, we dread Mondays, when the tenuous alarm clock outrageously blares in our ears, and our parents yell at us to wake up time after time, while we grudgingly pull ourselves out of bed to get ready for the long day. I'd be lying if I said I love Mondays. *sigh*.

Yesterday, was my recital for my singing and dance class. Sadly it has ended, but I will always treasure wonderful memories and stories from this enlightening experience. In fact I'm about to share one of these what I hope is an enlightening experience with you.

Yesterday I was complaining and whining to my equally annoyed classmates, about how we were dreading school the next day. I must've sounded like a brat.

Obviously, my dance instructor overheard us whining like the ignorant little children we were, about how it was so hot, tiring, and of course how school was the worst.

Strangely, she joined in our conversation! Not as one of the adults who always educate us about the importance of school and intelligence, but as a fellow human who like us hated Mondays. She complained too, as how it would be such a chore to get up for work, and teach the children.

This conversation, though it meant nothing of importance to my friends, was remarkably significant to me. I suddenly thought about my dance instructors efforts to teach all of us, and work cohesively with everyone to pull together this fabulously entertaining recital.

So I immediately stopped whining and complaining about how long rehearsal was. I wanted nothing more than to give back to my teacher, who had so willing sorted  this all together, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Instead of playing on my phone, or chatting to my friends about how boring this was, and dreading school, I paid attention to how my instructor cared for everyone, and so diligently choreographed these routines. I watched the whole show, and I must say it was ravishing. This was the first time I really noticed, the huge amount of precision and time it took to stage this recital. My teacher, my guru in fact, was so patient. I stopped whining, and realized how wise my guru is.

With this in mind, I thought about today, Monday. I thought about how I was dreading it so much. But perhaps, I thought maybe my teachers are dreading the same thing. Maybe they don't want to work as well, and would rather sleep in? But it's their job. They are wise gurus who are jubilant at educating kids and filling their brains with knowledge. My guru is so patient. I immediately vowed never to complain about Mondays again. My gurus are after all so intelligent, patient and kind, and we must take time to appreciate and give back to all of their tremendous efforts. They, along with our parents, it is they who also sculpt us into who we are today. Like the mantras my mother always plays in our kitchen, out gurus are wise, we must always respect them.

So without further description, here is a poem dedicated to all the teachers and gurus, in thanks for being so patient, and sculpting us into who we are today.


"Dedication to my teachers"

I want to thank you for being so wise
Patient, understanding, and kind
You receive happiness and are jubilant
When you pour the luminous cup of knowledge into our minds

Though we are not always gentle
And can sometimes be rowdy, and rude
Our gurus are always waiting silently
Feeding us intelligence, never shroud.

Guru, you never expect anything in return,
In fact you are radiating with joy
When you see us comprehending, diligently working, and understanding
All of us young girls and boys.

It is not just subjects like reading and writing,
Gurus you teach dancing, swimming, the list could go on for weeks!
How you reflect off so much knowledge, in so little time,
And there is no gift required, there is nothing more you seek.

How do I get through this life,
Without your blessings and teaching so true,
Guru you are molding me into the better person you know I can be
And today I am thanking you

Guru, it amazes me
how much you do,
You are reliable, and help me, you guide me through this wonder we call life
Guru, you are so wise, and for all that you do, I will always respect you.