Spring or Summer?

The season i am in is a little bit of spring because of my responsibility. Sometimes i'm not really responsible for some things like, losing thing that are important to me (necklaces, bracelets, rings, etc) but it only happened to me once or twice! Imagine..you have a bracelet on and you just saw it on your wrist a few seconds ago, then, a few hours later you find out it's not on your wrist! Then you think you should've kept it somewhere safe.
Next, i'm sliding a little bit more to summer because of my personality. When i was younger, i use to cry such much i was literally a CRY BABY! and i would cry over the littlest things. I was so timid like a little mouse. My personality then just just ehhh..because it wasn't good or bad, it was in between. But now, my personality's being random at times. It's just my thing :P. I'm also more friendly then i was before (not saying that i wasn't). Instead of being timid most of the time, i'm actually more outgoing now.
Finally, i'm in between spring and summer because of my maturity. I act immature and mature sometimes. Sometimes i go along with immature things, like everyone does once in awhile..for example, "Let's go over to Miss. Lottie's, said Joey....i was still child enough to scamper along wih the group over rickety fences and through bushes that tore our already raggedy clothes, back to where Miss. Lottie lived." That was from the story "Marigold's" by Eugenia Collier. Other times i act mature, like, not following kids and going along immature things they do.

"Mother to Son"

"Well, son, I'll tell you, Life for me ain't been no crystal stair." This quote, found in the poem, "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes, inspired be to select this poem. The title hooked me into the poem because i converse with my mom all the time. The Language sounds like a conversation so it's easy to understand. The metaphor's unique how you can compare life to a staircase. How can you compare a life to a staircase??

First, the title of this poem drew my attention "Mother to Son". i don't know why but when i first saw the title i just got drew into it. Maybe because i probably knew what the poem was going to be about?
Second, the language of this poem moved me. When the mother talks to her son, she has this southern accent and the way she speaks. I can imagine her talking to her son. Also, there's several apostrophe's because of the southern accent.
Finally, the metaphor enriched me. This whole poem compares to life in general. It has struggles, and breakthrough's to stairs. I liked how the poem didn't really rhyme. It just sounded like people talking and i could imagine that.

So, this poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes hooked me into the poem because i converse with my mom all time time. The language sounds like a conversation so it's easier to understand. The metaphor's unique how you can compare life to a staircase.

My President is Black! =]

what do i make...
I make randomness??
black and whte pics are my fav.
oh wait!....i just swallowed my gum!!
Think of a korean like me hanging round gangsters! Black people!
Oooooh racist! what? wait...
i do have a german friend !
i never match but i <3 black and white!
Yooo, i got some uggs...i just saw a ghost!
Mr. Romero's dreads grew!
remember TAG?!...
Somebody in my class lip big...
Bartskiii ownzzz....PUGFACE! <3
do you have the Dia-BEETUS?
Kate has the BEETUS!
what do you make?