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Posted by: MariaRose on 05/21/2013 Published. It’s a word I always dreamed of seeing by my name, and now it is there. After almost 15 months of writing, re-writing, editing and writing some more, I am very proud to announce the publication of my first novel, Scrambled Eggs.
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Posted by: Papples on 12/23/2012 This post would be my first as a featured writer of Stage of Life. I was thinking about what to write for a long time, but couldn't really think of a great topic. A few days ago, a friend of mine dropped a cookie off in my locker. It wasn't that big of a deal: it was just a cookie someone bought from the school cafeteria. But to me, it felt like the beginning of a story.
I'm a huge fan of cookies: sugar cookies, chocolate chip, Oreos (they are their own brand of cookies); I even like...
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Posted by: MariaRose on 04/12/2013 A few hours ago, I plopped myself in front of my TV to catch up on Glee before heading to bed.
That was not a good idea.
I’m not a fervent Glee watcher, but I often allow myself this guilty pleasure after a long night, in this case one occupied by studying for a pair of Honors tests tomorrow. I can always rely on the lighthearted comedy to leave me with a song stuck in my head and a brain ready to shut down for the night. Now instead, I’m up far past my be...
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Posted by: Papples on 03/31/2013 Most college decisions are out by now, and I have been fortunate enough to have been accepted to some great colleges. While I'm in the process deciding where I will spend the next four years of my life (and from where I will be submitting essays to my next stage of life!), I've been enjoying the perks of being a senior. That means a little less worrying about schoolwork and a little more time enjoying the company of my peers.
Senioritis gets a bad reputation for causing students to h...
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Posted by: ciaobella14 on 03/18/2013
Time slips then two years shatter
Glassy pieces drop down walls,
Reflections rise, so long forgotten-
Jagged memories never there.
One last shimmer, leathered sunlight-
seeping deep in breaking heart,
Love still lurking in the darkness,
endings now unknown forever.
Simple time has dissipated,
jaded sections brighten glass-
morphing others left unspoken,
The seams, of what should be.
Kicking dirt around the bas...
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Posted by: MariaRose on 03/17/2013 *Author's Note: for those unfamiliar with this case, visit http://www.cnn.com/2013/03/17/justice/ohio-steubenville-case/index.html?hpt=hp_t1 for an overview.*
To The Boys of Steubenville -
Every inch of my being wants me to tell you that you are terrible people, that I hope you are never forgiven for what you did, that there should be no mercy or pity for you because what you did was so utterly despicable.
But I won’t.
Every cell in my body wants to...
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Posted by: yiyijessicali on 07/22/2012 Say, was it three, six, or seven summers ago when you abhorred my visits? Perhaps I was much too carefree at the time, and swept across your eyes too often amidst the glory of nights when stars twinkled with your undying dreams, dreams ringing with that heartening rhyme “We Shall Overcome!” Oh that age of innocence! When all the world’s miseries and misfortunes lay obscured beneath the horizon; that all you perceive is a brilliant, rising sun embellished by the fire of passions and hope. Then y...
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Posted by: ciaobella14 on 11/16/2012 The burning sensation sharpens at the climax of realization
A stiff jointed cliff, tied together intricately,
In a process easy to be harmed- but hard to revive.
The short bolder’s temperature rises to a blistering heat,
The rain begins to drip, drop, timely, down each crease in the land-
Urging it all to not give up.
It sings through the speaker clouds
that the main character has reached a far point on the game board
and when one goes that far, tur...
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Posted by: wendyjo96 on 11/14/2012 Ever since I was a young girl, I was clumsy and fell down a LOT. Also cried a LOT (from those falls). Each time, my parents would scold me and say, "Wendy, think before you walk!" Of course as time passed, I became pretty good at walking and even good at sports. I think of those childhood years as years of preparation for harder and more arduous sports. Any way, so my motto has been for a long time, "think before you do anything."
Few days ago, I got a chance to play piano at the Carnegie...
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Posted by: MikkiB326 on 11/09/2012 The time of year has come for English research papers to begin popping up. My topic for this sophomore year is "Censorship in schools." So, I need some help fellow Stage-of-Lifers! Can you please take the attached poll to describe to me your views on censorship? For those of you that don't know, here's a quick summary of my topic:
Some schools ban books and other media for students in their school. This is because the books contain risque and controversial topics....
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Posted by: ciaobella14 on 11/09/2012 PSAT. SAT. ACT. AP Tests. College Visits. Importance of grades. “The most important year of high school”. I’m sure that most of the upperclassman realize that I’m describing junior year. Dubbed as ‘the year with the most stress I’m sure that all of my fellow seniors are pretty proud of themselves for having survived endless standardized tests while trying to maintain good grades with an excruciatingly demanding workload. Although I do not want to undermine how stressful junior year inevi...
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Posted by: MikkiB326 on 10/06/2012 I sprint down the field, goal in sight. A few more paces, and I'll be able to see the white of the goalkeeper's eyes. A step, a kick, a smile, a win owed to my skills. The team gathers around me to slap my back as the final seconds count down to our victory.
This moment is not, never has been, and never will be mine. My name and picture will never be printed in the sports section of the local newspaper. I will never be my father's child in that aspect.
My dad grew up in a small...
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Posted by: ciaobella14 on 11/04/2012 the butterflies have fluttered back,
happily, their wings intact,
Innocence is withheld here,
knowing that their Love is
sheer- in a time when their dear friend,
the jitterbug can still pretend
how to rid them of that sign-
a new feeling left behind.
the butterflies know this now,
as they grow- they will Learn how
their inner beauty shines aloud-
from everything they've seen-
they know you feel- how in between-
every day an...
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Posted by: ciaobella14 on 10/29/2012 Rising to a shaft of an enlightening parade we fly up on balloons
Hanging upon thin strands of dear life
Vivid colors fill the vacant sky
The view is unimaginable- everything can be seen
Reluctantly, we join the procession of butter-crème colored clouds
Desiring nothing more then what we have
We float up to the shafts of luminescent light, wondering about the future
I gain the unique ticket of entry-
And waltz in upon the trail of petals-
Provided m...
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Posted by: wendyjo96 on 10/18/2012 “Look up” the girl says
Lying with legs and arms spread wide out
On the white Caribbean sand next to the tranquil sea
The light summer breeze touching up on their rosy chubby cheeks,
The salty but pleasant smell filling the endless horizon
“That’s us up there” the other girl whispers
Out of all the stars in the clear moonless night sky
Among the copious constellations,
Aquarius,
Leo,
Pegasus,
Virgo,
Rest the two children arm in arm,<...
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Posted by: laurengripp14 on 10/03/2012 I am way beyond done
I am finished here
for you have won.
Is this the price i must pay
I hope this is worth it
this is not my choice i say.
You have brought this upon me
i don't want to be a burden
you must see.
Everything I have done
has now vanished
and is gone.
I am a whisper in the air
all around you
yet you don't care.
I was not tough
now I am stronger
I learned that this is enough.
I am way beyond do...
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Posted by: ciaobella14 on 09/19/2012 When I cry-
my eyes turn green.
A light, light, green that
fades to cerulean. In
contrast, against my
contacts do not touch the blue
rims which never meet my line
of sight.
When I cry, a lot, my eyes turn gold.
So bright- shining, against the red
contrasting background- that they burn
me. I hate- the gold, shimmering
vehicles- for they ruin,
my sight.
My vision is all-
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Posted by: laurengripp14 on 08/31/2012 Prologue:
Why is it that no one can see
this is not me?
Can’t someone help
save me from myself?
I just can’t do this anymore.
I am far worse than ever before.
No one understands
so no one can lend me a helping hand.
I am not thinking straight.
It is not you, it’s me I hate!
Stay away I am in a haze
nothing I do is right these days.
I am sick of pretending
this crap is never ending!
Alexis are you there?
Don’t be a c...
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Posted by: sjluvsu on 09/12/2012 "You never know what you are missing until you lose it"
Recently, my dad left for a business trip. Normally my dad stays home most of the time, so we are together all day unless he has to travel somewhere for work. But as of now, he isn't home.
When I came home from school today I went into his office and then remembered he was gone. I sat in his wine leathery chair, wondered where he was right now and what he was doing. If he was home, he would ask me how my schoo...
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Posted by: wendyjo96 on 08/24/2012 Now in less than a week, school starts again. I still vividly remember the last history final I took and the relief I felt after the dreaded test was over with. The huge grin I had on my face as I handed in my final test in to my teacher and walked out of that door and into my mom's car. I thought, now I have three months of no tests and quizzes and quests (combination of quiz and test)!! Never did I realize how fast those three months could fly by. Now, I am looking back at my summer and feel ...
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Posted by: wendyjo96 on 08/15/2012 I have a twin named Ally and this is a poem dedicated to her...
A lways by my side
L aughing and talking
L ights up my day
Y outh lasts forever in your eyes ...
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Posted by: wendyjo96 on 08/11/2012 Hopping out the front door
he asks,
wanna swim?
I say,
you'll drown
Hopping down the drive way
he asks,
wanna race?
I say,
you'll fall
Hopping to the car,
he asks,
then wanna drive?
I say,
I can't
Getting in the driver's seat,
he says,
I can ...
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Posted by: wendyjo96 on 08/11/2012 B etter late than never
O n a day like this
R rethink what I am doing
E ating and sleeping 24/7
D aydreaming must end and must start living
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A little fun poetry that I just came up with...
WJ...
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Posted by: permutations on 08/11/2012 Welcome to High School, where we look after your kids! After they walk through the school doors, they will ecstatically be immersed in a long string of senseless invectives from both strangers and friends- just a wonderful, boosting way to start off the day! Public schools are often scheduled so that they make sure students are most sleep-deprived and least attentive. This helps students with unlocking their subconscious mind and learning with it. It has been shown that people learn more w...
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Posted by: laurengripp14 on 07/05/2011 Posted: Saturday, July 02, 2011 7:20:13 AM
I just don't get why I still feel the same way
I ask myself everyday
why am I opening myself up to get hurt
over and over again?
It makes me sick,
and I want to vomit when I admit
that I still love you
and I know somewhere inside you love me too.
I don't know why, but it feels safe to be around you.
NO STUPID GIRL JUST STOP!
Before you get overwhelmed,
Combust... and
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