The film has started. The first scene is of a young woman. She is tall, perhaps 5'10". Her long dark hair falls over her shoulders in a cascade of natural curls. Her deep imaginative dark eyes, intent on something in front of her.
Somewhere, a bird sings out a melody.
The lady leans back against the hillshide, her head reading on the soft grass, its green a deep constrast to her creamy white skin and her pale virgin dress.
Her gaze falls to her lap where a book lays open to a well-worn page. It is a book of poetry, author unknown.
The girl closes her eye and resites out loud the poem from memory.
Then, the screen goed black. The goddess is gone...
By Cassandra J. Henry
March 1995
[I can picture her - a lovely description. 8/10 ]
Wednesday, March 15, 1995
Friday, March 3, 1995
Journal Entry About Journals (An English Journal Post)
[Read/Mark this one: A]
This is a journal entry about journal entries. I don't enjoy writing in a journal for school. Why, you may ask? Well, I'll tell you. When I am writing in my journal at home, I know that no one is going to read it, I know that I can write about anything and no one will be offended.
When I write at school, what I say has to be guarded because I know that you are likely to read it. Some of the topics require personal information and opinions that I may not wish to share, yet I almost find myself doing so anyways. [Check, smilie]
I think a journal is a good idea, but the topics should possibly be more fun, like, "What if a space shuttle were to land on earth from another galaxy?" [Maybe we'll do that one]
I am into topics that are deeper than than, but I can't always express my feelings or opinions on them easily when I know there is going to be someone reading it. [Check. Yes.]
And...
I never get to hear what you think about the topics that we have to write about! It is hard to have a one-way conversation with a piece of paper through a pencil!
Okay, I have just learned that I can't write my journal is class when there are other people talking. I keep wanting to write down the words that people are saying.
Okay, this is it, no more, the lights are gone, this is it!
Signed Cass Jewell Henry
[Well written, Cassandra... a very thoughtful piece about journals.]
This is a journal entry about journal entries. I don't enjoy writing in a journal for school. Why, you may ask? Well, I'll tell you. When I am writing in my journal at home, I know that no one is going to read it, I know that I can write about anything and no one will be offended.
When I write at school, what I say has to be guarded because I know that you are likely to read it. Some of the topics require personal information and opinions that I may not wish to share, yet I almost find myself doing so anyways. [Check, smilie]
I think a journal is a good idea, but the topics should possibly be more fun, like, "What if a space shuttle were to land on earth from another galaxy?" [Maybe we'll do that one]
I am into topics that are deeper than than, but I can't always express my feelings or opinions on them easily when I know there is going to be someone reading it. [Check. Yes.]
And...
I never get to hear what you think about the topics that we have to write about! It is hard to have a one-way conversation with a piece of paper through a pencil!
Okay, I have just learned that I can't write my journal is class when there are other people talking. I keep wanting to write down the words that people are saying.
Okay, this is it, no more, the lights are gone, this is it!
Signed Cass Jewell Henry
[Well written, Cassandra... a very thoughtful piece about journals.]
Wednesday, March 1, 1995
Love and marriage (An English Journal Post)
Love. What a word. I wonder if I'll ever really find it. I know that I love pretty much everyone that enters my life to some degree of the word, but I never really know how they feel about me.
Because I love everyone in some way, there is always a chance that that love will blossom into something bigger and better.
There often seems to be about two or three guys out there who tell me they love me, but I've stopped believing them fully because I have been screwed around by so many people that I don't know what to think any more.
I have had many relationships, but none of them ever seem to work out. My very first relationship was in grade one. The next one didn't come until grade 6. From then on I have spent little time out of relationships.
There have been 11 guys in my life, 10 of which have been since '92. I have been "going-out" with a guy for 167 days now. In the beginning we talked on the phone a lot (since he goes to a different school) and got together at local parties, etc, but have since stopped talking often, and have never actually been on a date with him. (This Friday we are going out to the movies.)
Righ now there are 6 guys in my life who have told me they love me. I don't think that some of them know the meaning of the word.
As for marriage...
I don't know if I could spend the rest of my life with one person. I know for sure that I would probably flirt constantly with other guys, even if I were married, but I am a very insecure person and would always think that there must be someone better for the person I am with.
Besides, I have not had a friendship that has lasted more than 4 years and the person who I am friends with (the 4 year one) is beginning to annoy me royally.
Oh well, I'm only 14, so there's hope for me and love and marriage yet.
Signed Cass Henry.
Because I love everyone in some way, there is always a chance that that love will blossom into something bigger and better.
There often seems to be about two or three guys out there who tell me they love me, but I've stopped believing them fully because I have been screwed around by so many people that I don't know what to think any more.
I have had many relationships, but none of them ever seem to work out. My very first relationship was in grade one. The next one didn't come until grade 6. From then on I have spent little time out of relationships.
There have been 11 guys in my life, 10 of which have been since '92. I have been "going-out" with a guy for 167 days now. In the beginning we talked on the phone a lot (since he goes to a different school) and got together at local parties, etc, but have since stopped talking often, and have never actually been on a date with him. (This Friday we are going out to the movies.)
Righ now there are 6 guys in my life who have told me they love me. I don't think that some of them know the meaning of the word.
As for marriage...
I don't know if I could spend the rest of my life with one person. I know for sure that I would probably flirt constantly with other guys, even if I were married, but I am a very insecure person and would always think that there must be someone better for the person I am with.
Besides, I have not had a friendship that has lasted more than 4 years and the person who I am friends with (the 4 year one) is beginning to annoy me royally.
Oh well, I'm only 14, so there's hope for me and love and marriage yet.
Signed Cass Henry.
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