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My name is Maggie
I'm 15
I love to sail
I love life
You don't know what you got till its gone
i love the colour blue
My message is to live life and never look back!
I'm 15
I love to sail
I love life
You don't know what you got till its gone
i love the colour blue
My message is to live life and never look back!
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Boys insult each other and dont mean it but girls compliment each other and dont mean it
TylerI'mInLoveWithYouAndYouDon'tKnowIt
ItsCrazyHowMuchI'mInlLoveWithYou
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We go to the Korean War memorial next. Mr. Wes leads us to what he thinks is the entrance. He has us stand in a small semicircle around him. He begins to explain the architecture of the memorial to us. “There are nineteen life-size statues and a refection wall. The nineteen men on one side of the refection wall represent South Korea and the other nineteen men reflected in the wall are North Korea. The nineteen men on one side and the refection of the nineteen men on the other side make up the Thirty-Eighth Parallel: the line of latitude that divides North and South Korea.” Mr. Wes explains to us. He points to the different parts of the monument. Once I understand the monument, I am I full awe. I absolutely love this monument now. The creativity and inspiration put into it is amazing. I take a million pictures with Claire’s camera. I want to remember this monument. I walk through with Rae to my left and Claire to her left. As we pass the life-size statues, a take pictures. As we pass the reflection wall, I take pictures. “Whoa!” Claire gasps. “What?” Rae says: startled. “There are things etched in the wall, like soldiers and jeeps and stuff” she points out. “Would you look at that” I say. I take a quick picture. “How many pictures are you going to take?” Rae teases me about my camera obsession. I stick the camera in her face and take the picture like that. “I don’t know, you tell me!” I tease back. She squeaks some then takes out her camera. She pushes the lens as close as she can get it to my lips then takes the picture. I stick out my tongue and lick her camera. In the midst of our picture brawl, Claire tries to break us up so we don’t make a scene. “Guys! Come on!” she gives us a look of disapproval. I look at Rachel and Rachel looks at me. We have the same idea. We turn to Claire and take a picture of her too. We laugh, and then Claire laughs. In a matter of seconds we are laughing so hard that we are making a scene.
We go to the Korean War memorial next. Mr. Wes leads us to what he thinks is the entrance. He has us stand in a small semicircle around him. He begins to explain the architecture of the memorial to us. “There are nineteen life-size statues and a refection wall. The nineteen men on one side of the refection wall represent South Korea and the other nineteen men reflected in the wall are North Korea. The nineteen men on one side and the refection of the nineteen men on the other side make up the Thirty-Eighth Parallel: the line of latitude that divides North and South Korea.” Mr. Wes explains to us. He points to the different parts of the monument. Once I understand the monument, I am I full awe. I absolutely love this monument now. The creativity and inspiration put into it is amazing. I take a million pictures with Claire’s camera. I want to remember this monument. I walk through with Rae to my left and Claire to her left. As we pass the life-size statues, a take pictures. As we pass the reflection wall, I take pictures. “Whoa!” Claire gasps. “What?” Rae says: startled. “There are things etched in the wall, like soldiers and jeeps and stuff” she points out. “Would you look at that” I say. I take a quick picture. “How many pictures are you going to take?” Rae teases me about my camera obsession. I stick the camera in her face and take the picture like that. “I don’t know, you tell me!” I tease back. She squeaks some then takes out her camera. She pushes the lens as close as she can get it to my lips then takes the picture. I stick out my tongue and lick her camera. In the midst of our picture brawl, Claire tries to break us up so we don’t make a scene. “Guys! Come on!” she gives us a look of disapproval. I look at Rachel and Rachel looks at me. We have the same idea. We turn to Claire and take a picture of her too. We laugh, and then Claire laughs. In a matter of seconds we are laughing so hard that we are making a scene.
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“Alright everyone, back on the busses!” Mr. Moore shouts across the lawn. Eventually everyone migrates to the bus. As I hop on the bus, I smile because I realize that I’m still wearing Sam’s hat. “Oh the cleverness of me” I think to myself. I sit next to mike and the bus starts to move shortly after. The next stop is the Lincoln Memorial. We get off the bus in front of the monument. Mr. Wes gives us some history on the statue inside and the architecture. He says, “If you look on the left side of Lincoln’s head, there’s a profile of the sculptor in the statues hair. There are two places that it could be but no one is sure.” I keep that in the back of my head as we climb the steps. Mike and I count every step on the way up. Eventually we grow bored and he starts to run, so I chase after him. We are laughing the whole time. He won but that’s only because he had a head start. We reach the top and he leaves to find his friends. I catch up with Rachel and Claire. “Oh, I get it, you and Mike huh?” Rae teases. “Nah, you know we’re only friends. I don’t even like him” I say back to Rae. “Hey! Just remember, he’s all mine” Claire cautions me. I give her a big smile like I understand the boundaries. Anyway, Mike and I are just friends. Rae, Claire and I walk throughout; taking pictures of just about everything we see. We even try to spot the profile of the sculptor in Lincoln’s hair. I found one potential spot with Claire but Rae also found another spot on his head. We laughed about it but then we went back down the steps to meet up with the rest of the guys. We walk across the street to the Vietnam War memorial. Again, Mr. Wes fills us in on the history of the war and the monument. He tells us about the girl that designed the shape of the monument for a contest. Mr. Wes also told us about the symbolism behind the shape of the memorial. How the wall are small at the beginning and at the end and how the walls are larger in the middle. We walked through silently and respectfully. We took the occasional picture as we walked but here was nothing extremely exciting to see. We went to the Korean War memorial next.
“Alright everyone, back on the busses!” Mr. Moore shouts across the lawn. Eventually everyone migrates to the bus. As I hop on the bus, I smile because I realize that I’m still wearing Sam’s hat. “Oh the cleverness of me” I think to myself. I sit next to mike and the bus starts to move shortly after. The next stop is the Lincoln Memorial. We get off the bus in front of the monument. Mr. Wes gives us some history on the statue inside and the architecture. He says, “If you look on the left side of Lincoln’s head, there’s a profile of the sculptor in the statues hair. There are two places that it could be but no one is sure.” I keep that in the back of my head as we climb the steps. Mike and I count every step on the way up. Eventually we grow bored and he starts to run, so I chase after him. We are laughing the whole time. He won but that’s only because he had a head start. We reach the top and he leaves to find his friends. I catch up with Rachel and Claire. “Oh, I get it, you and Mike huh?” Rae teases. “Nah, you know we’re only friends. I don’t even like him” I say back to Rae. “Hey! Just remember, he’s all mine” Claire cautions me. I give her a big smile like I understand the boundaries. Anyway, Mike and I are just friends. Rae, Claire and I walk throughout; taking pictures of just about everything we see. We even try to spot the profile of the sculptor in Lincoln’s hair. I found one potential spot with Claire but Rae also found another spot on his head. We laughed about it but then we went back down the steps to meet up with the rest of the guys. We walk across the street to the Vietnam War memorial. Again, Mr. Wes fills us in on the history of the war and the monument. He tells us about the girl that designed the shape of the monument for a contest. Mr. Wes also told us about the symbolism behind the shape of the memorial. How the wall are small at the beginning and at the end and how the walls are larger in the middle. We walked through silently and respectfully. We took the occasional picture as we walked but here was nothing extremely exciting to see. We went to the Korean War memorial next.
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The rest of the guys are waiting for us. Sometimes it’s not a good thing being in a group of all guys. They always think that girls take too much time in the bathroom but the truth is that guys go to the bathroom like super humans. I mean, one would think it takes a few minutes to be completely done in the bathroom, but guys have defied that. They are in and out in a minute flat! When everyone is settled in their seat on the bus, I take out Claire’s camera and take pictures of everyone. First I take I picture of Rae and Claire together. Then I take a picture of Jack and Isaac. Last, I take a picture of Mike and I. that’s a keeper. We look out the windows as we pass some of the monuments. We circle the Hiroshima memorial. We go around it a few times to see the 3D effect it has, or whatever. This monument is stunning. I didn’t realize how immense it actual is. As we circle the monument, Mike leans on my lap to get a better shot. I am taken back a little when he does it and I am shocked. He usually wouldn’t do something like that. Claire and Rae look at us. I look back at them with a puzzled expression, but truth be told I didn’t mind him doing that. I thought it was cute. I am still puzzled about why he would do that. The buses finally stop and we get off for a minute. As we unload the buses, I spot Sam again. He is on bus three. As he gets off the bus, we catch up with him again. We also see Ellie coming off bus one. All five of us walk around the monument for a little. We take it all in. Ellie takes the fedora off of Sam’s head and she wars it. Though it doesn’t match her outfit very well, she looks cute. We ask Sam to take a picture of the four of us, for a keepsake. We stand in front of the monument as Sam fusses with the camera for a while before he finally figures it out. Then, he takes the picture: that s another keeper. We walk around for a little; we sit on the edge of the monument after. We sit and people watch. We see everyone from our class. There’s always the group of socially awkward girls that have been rejected by just about everyone. Also, there are the awkward guys that associate with the socially challenged girls. There is the group of jock guys that always hangs out with the jock girls. They are the most popular kids in the grade. Then there’s the group a bratty girls that are associated with the jock girls. Surprisingly, I had my chance to be one of the popular girls.
The rest of the guys are waiting for us. Sometimes it’s not a good thing being in a group of all guys. They always think that girls take too much time in the bathroom but the truth is that guys go to the bathroom like super humans. I mean, one would think it takes a few minutes to be completely done in the bathroom, but guys have defied that. They are in and out in a minute flat! When everyone is settled in their seat on the bus, I take out Claire’s camera and take pictures of everyone. First I take I picture of Rae and Claire together. Then I take a picture of Jack and Isaac. Last, I take a picture of Mike and I. that’s a keeper. We look out the windows as we pass some of the monuments. We circle the Hiroshima memorial. We go around it a few times to see the 3D effect it has, or whatever. This monument is stunning. I didn’t realize how immense it actual is. As we circle the monument, Mike leans on my lap to get a better shot. I am taken back a little when he does it and I am shocked. He usually wouldn’t do something like that. Claire and Rae look at us. I look back at them with a puzzled expression, but truth be told I didn’t mind him doing that. I thought it was cute. I am still puzzled about why he would do that. The buses finally stop and we get off for a minute. As we unload the buses, I spot Sam again. He is on bus three. As he gets off the bus, we catch up with him again. We also see Ellie coming off bus one. All five of us walk around the monument for a little. We take it all in. Ellie takes the fedora off of Sam’s head and she wars it. Though it doesn’t match her outfit very well, she looks cute. We ask Sam to take a picture of the four of us, for a keepsake. We stand in front of the monument as Sam fusses with the camera for a while before he finally figures it out. Then, he takes the picture: that s another keeper. We walk around for a little; we sit on the edge of the monument after. We sit and people watch. We see everyone from our class. There’s always the group of socially awkward girls that have been rejected by just about everyone. Also, there are the awkward guys that associate with the socially challenged girls. There is the group of jock guys that always hangs out with the jock girls. They are the most popular kids in the grade. Then there’s the group a bratty girls that are associated with the jock girls. Surprisingly, I had my chance to be one of the popular girls.
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Another bus comes to pick everyone up. The only thing is that our bus isn’t here. We stand around for a little, but then decide to climb onto the other tram with the rest of the grade. Jack, Ray, Claire, Isaac, Mike and I get the last row in the tram. There is extra space in case there was a wheel chair on the bus. Mr. Wes and Charlie find another seat to sit in. I am squished between Claire and Isaac. Ray is pleasantly sitting next to Jack and Mike is on the end. Right before we start to move, Mr. Moore hops onto the bus. He sits down in the corner facing us. He sits Indian style and looks at us as if not a thing was weird. He smiles and starts a casual conversation. “So,” he begins, “how is everyone’s trip so far? Are you all having fun?” “Well hi there Mr. Moore” Rachel says and smiles. “Hi” he smiles back. “I’m having a great trip so far” I say, trying to start a conversation but it dies quickly when Mr. Moore responds with “Okay”. Everyone tries to avoid conversation as we wait to get off the bus. Finally, the bus stops and we get off as fast as humanly possible. Our group gathers by a tree. “Rug Rats do your thing” Mr. Wes says. “Phil” “Tommy” “Chucky” “Dill” “Angelica” “Lil” “And Susie” “Great! Let’s go then” Mr. Wes says. We walk to the buses at the front of the building. This time we walk through the building to lets people go to the bathroom. I walk in with Claire and Ray. We do what we need to do and walk out. The line for the bathroom grew since we walked into the bathroom itself.
Another bus comes to pick everyone up. The only thing is that our bus isn’t here. We stand around for a little, but then decide to climb onto the other tram with the rest of the grade. Jack, Ray, Claire, Isaac, Mike and I get the last row in the tram. There is extra space in case there was a wheel chair on the bus. Mr. Wes and Charlie find another seat to sit in. I am squished between Claire and Isaac. Ray is pleasantly sitting next to Jack and Mike is on the end. Right before we start to move, Mr. Moore hops onto the bus. He sits down in the corner facing us. He sits Indian style and looks at us as if not a thing was weird. He smiles and starts a casual conversation. “So,” he begins, “how is everyone’s trip so far? Are you all having fun?” “Well hi there Mr. Moore” Rachel says and smiles. “Hi” he smiles back. “I’m having a great trip so far” I say, trying to start a conversation but it dies quickly when Mr. Moore responds with “Okay”. Everyone tries to avoid conversation as we wait to get off the bus. Finally, the bus stops and we get off as fast as humanly possible. Our group gathers by a tree. “Rug Rats do your thing” Mr. Wes says. “Phil” “Tommy” “Chucky” “Dill” “Angelica” “Lil” “And Susie” “Great! Let’s go then” Mr. Wes says. We walk to the buses at the front of the building. This time we walk through the building to lets people go to the bathroom. I walk in with Claire and Ray. We do what we need to do and walk out. The line for the bathroom grew since we walked into the bathroom itself.
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Before we know it we are back at the patio where we started. We get off the tram and thank the bus driver for bringing us around. We gather together on the patio to talk. “Alright, everyone is here. We are going to walk to the tomb of the unknown soldiers. We are going to stay for the changing of the guard. Then we are going to get back on the tram for one last trip around the grounds. We are going to the hotel after that to get ready for the dance tonight” Mr. Wes briefs us on what our agenda is. We start to walk to the tomb of the unknown soldiers. The walk was longer than I anticipated. When we get there, we take the first row of seats for the changing of the guard. I start to watch the guard march back and forth on the strip of blue carpet. He takes exactly 21 steps to get from side to the other. He takes no more, no less. I am captivated by the neatness and preciseness of every step, every turn, and every body movement: so bold and deliberate. I love the way his uniform is perfect in every way. I study everything about this guard. I am so fascinated with the military and how perfect they are. I love the uniforms’ sharpness. I love the uniformity of every person. Most people don’t understand my awe for the military and the people who serve our country. Ray notices that that I am standing still, in this time and place, I am in a deeper thought than I can ever think consciously. She shakes my arm to revive me from my trance. “Hey cutie, come sit with us” she pulls me over to where she and Claire are sitting. I sit and talk to my friends. After a while people start to crowd the seats around us. Then, all of the seats were filling up and people start standing on either side of the seats. I am so thankful that we were early. An announcer says, “Can everyone rise and stay standing for the entire Changing of the Guards!” everyone gets on their feet and watches as the ceremony starts. I watch as two extra guards come to the blue strip of carpet. I don’t know the exact movements that did, but everything is perfectly precise. Eventually, there was a different guard marching on the blue carpet. I study the new guard as he marches up and down the strip. His gait is the same as the man before.
Before we know it we are back at the patio where we started. We get off the tram and thank the bus driver for bringing us around. We gather together on the patio to talk. “Alright, everyone is here. We are going to walk to the tomb of the unknown soldiers. We are going to stay for the changing of the guard. Then we are going to get back on the tram for one last trip around the grounds. We are going to the hotel after that to get ready for the dance tonight” Mr. Wes briefs us on what our agenda is. We start to walk to the tomb of the unknown soldiers. The walk was longer than I anticipated. When we get there, we take the first row of seats for the changing of the guard. I start to watch the guard march back and forth on the strip of blue carpet. He takes exactly 21 steps to get from side to the other. He takes no more, no less. I am captivated by the neatness and preciseness of every step, every turn, and every body movement: so bold and deliberate. I love the way his uniform is perfect in every way. I study everything about this guard. I am so fascinated with the military and how perfect they are. I love the uniforms’ sharpness. I love the uniformity of every person. Most people don’t understand my awe for the military and the people who serve our country. Ray notices that that I am standing still, in this time and place, I am in a deeper thought than I can ever think consciously. She shakes my arm to revive me from my trance. “Hey cutie, come sit with us” she pulls me over to where she and Claire are sitting. I sit and talk to my friends. After a while people start to crowd the seats around us. Then, all of the seats were filling up and people start standing on either side of the seats. I am so thankful that we were early. An announcer says, “Can everyone rise and stay standing for the entire Changing of the Guards!” everyone gets on their feet and watches as the ceremony starts. I watch as two extra guards come to the blue strip of carpet. I don’t know the exact movements that did, but everything is perfectly precise. Eventually, there was a different guard marching on the blue carpet. I study the new guard as he marches up and down the strip. His gait is the same as the man before.
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I look at Claire and Rachel. They are both in conversation with the other two boys. Who knows what they are talking about but there is no way to distract either one of them. I look back at Charlie. I feel really bad that he is all alone. I can’t help it though, he can talk to us if he wants to but he chooses not to. He’s shy that way. He’s politely looking out the window and taking the occasional picture. I look back at Mike and he is practically studying what is out the window as we drive by. His eyes are so focused and his expression: so serious. I can’t help but study him the way he is studying the scene around us. I can’t put my finger on it but he is perfect for some reason. My eyes transitions to his eyes and I can’t help but get lost once more in the swirls of chocolate, the deep browns that take my breath away. He turns his head without a word; he studies me the way I am him. He watches my every move. His lips shape into a small smile the perfects his gaze. I am forever lost in his eyes. We are lost in this perpetual state. He stares into my eyes and I look back into his. I don’t know who started it but I don’t want it to ever stop. We could have sat there for hours: eyes locked, bodies positioned perfectly. Neither of us dares to move. Every minute of time paused for us. We stopped time, for the first time in my life the earth stopped spinning and the world around us didn’t matter. In reality we were in that state for a few seconds but it felt like a life time of bliss. Of course Mike broke the moment: “Why are you staring at me?” I snap back into reality but I will never forget that moment. “I wasn’t staring at you, you were staring at me first.” I say. “What?” he has no idea that we were locked in that perpetual state of bliss the way I experienced. He can’t ever know what I just experienced. Then again, I don’t know what was going through his mind at that moment. “Never mind” I smile and look away.
I look at Claire and Rachel. They are both in conversation with the other two boys. Who knows what they are talking about but there is no way to distract either one of them. I look back at Charlie. I feel really bad that he is all alone. I can’t help it though, he can talk to us if he wants to but he chooses not to. He’s shy that way. He’s politely looking out the window and taking the occasional picture. I look back at Mike and he is practically studying what is out the window as we drive by. His eyes are so focused and his expression: so serious. I can’t help but study him the way he is studying the scene around us. I can’t put my finger on it but he is perfect for some reason. My eyes transitions to his eyes and I can’t help but get lost once more in the swirls of chocolate, the deep browns that take my breath away. He turns his head without a word; he studies me the way I am him. He watches my every move. His lips shape into a small smile the perfects his gaze. I am forever lost in his eyes. We are lost in this perpetual state. He stares into my eyes and I look back into his. I don’t know who started it but I don’t want it to ever stop. We could have sat there for hours: eyes locked, bodies positioned perfectly. Neither of us dares to move. Every minute of time paused for us. We stopped time, for the first time in my life the earth stopped spinning and the world around us didn’t matter. In reality we were in that state for a few seconds but it felt like a life time of bliss. Of course Mike broke the moment: “Why are you staring at me?” I snap back into reality but I will never forget that moment. “I wasn’t staring at you, you were staring at me first.” I say. “What?” he has no idea that we were locked in that perpetual state of bliss the way I experienced. He can’t ever know what I just experienced. Then again, I don’t know what was going through his mind at that moment. “Never mind” I smile and look away.