Night Owl or Early Bird?

As soon as my eyes would pop open, I would hop out of bed. I cannot stay in bed when I wake up. I am most definitely a early bird.
 
My mom hates me waking up early and always tells me to get more sleep (I think that she just wants to wake up first). But whenever I get back in bed, I cannot fall back asleep. My mom is also an early bird and I think I inherited my early bird genes from her. Every morning, when the rest of the house is still dark, I would be inside the restroom and brushing my teeth. After I would finish, I would creep down stairs and greet my mom, who was making breakfast (she has been waking up earlier to get head of me). As I waited for my lazy sister and Dad to drag themselves out of bed, I would finish my homework or read. When they finally came downstairs, we would all eat breakfast and I would go to school.
 
So in conclusion, I am an early bird. I cannot stay in bed in the mornings. What about you? Are you an early bird or an night owl?

April 29, 2014 Book Thoughts 4 Comments on Night Owl or Early Bird?

0 4 Tongues Made of Glass

if only
our tongues
were made
of glass
 
how much
more careful
we would be
when we
speak
 
—Shaun Shane
 
I really like this poem because it uses a metaphor to explain that we need to watch our words when we speak. Some people talk without thinking, and they end up hurting others. In this poem, the author says that if our tongues were made of glass, we would be more careful with it, because glass is fragile. In real life, even though our tongues are not made from glass, we still need to be careful with our words so we don’t hurt anyone else.

April 22, 2014 Book Thoughts No Comments on 0 4 Tongues Made of Glass

Challenge Week 5: Childhood Pillow

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When I was little, I had a pillow that I needed to go to sleep. The pillow was made out of silk and it was the smoothest cloth ever. It had a checkerboard pattern of red and blue and it was cool to the touch.

 

I am pretty sure that my family bought the pillow in China. One afternoon, as I was playing in my parents’ bedroom, I found it. Then as fast as my little, chubby feet could carry me, I brought the pillow to my room and exchanged pillows with my parents. I used to attack me pillow and pretend that my pillow was an enemy invader. Using my short arms, I would spin the pillow over my head around and around. Whoosh! The pillow went as it flew across the room. I had deafened the invader. When it was my bedtime, and I had to go to sleep, I would always use my pillow. As soon as I had I laid my head on it, my eyes would close instantly and I would fall asleep. I loved my pillow and used it every day and night.

 

Now that I am older, I do not need a special pillow to go to sleep, and I don’t fight imaginary enemies anymore. But still, sometimes, on warm nights, I wish that I still had my pillow.

Photo Credit: “Bed Bath & Beyond.” Silk Pillows. N.p., n.d. Web. 10 Apr. 2014. .

April 7, 2014 Book Thoughts 3 Comments on Challenge Week 5: Childhood Pillow