Go Green!

We all know what’s best for the environment. Drumroll please…RECYCLING! It’s not hard at all, but we all get lazy and just throw it in the trash. Did you know that if you dont cut up the plastic circles that hold together the six-packs of sodas, they go into the ocean and can cut off a dolphin’s air supply? We don’t want that to happen so SAVE THE EARTH!! Recycle paper, plastic, cans, bottles, etc. Plant a tree, turn off the television or lamp if you’re not using it. (Leaving the T.V. on is the number one energy waster!) In our economy, we can’t afford a dirty environment, so beautify Mother Nature by cleaning up your community!

What is the most dangerous question you can ask??

This is a tough question, considering all the dangerous things one can ask in the world. But if I had to choose just one, I would have to say, “Do you love me?” I know what you’re thinking. you’re probably saying to yourself this girl wouldn’t know what a dangerous question was if it hit her between the eyes. Just chill your beans. Think about it. Have you ever loved someone and didn’t know if they loved you back? What if you finally worked up the courage to tell that person that you loved them, and then got rejected? The time between that question and the response probably feels like the longest 10 seconds of your life. They may say yes, they may say no. If they say yes it takes loads of pressure off your shoulders. If they say no, 20 more tons of pressure just collapsed onto your shoulders and you are in a very awkward position right then and there. The best time to ask this question is if you are an adult in a steady relationship and you are almost positive that person will respond with a yes. If you are a middle school student or a high school student like most of us, we don’t truly know the meaning of love yet. So I think we should all steer clear of that deathly question

Who Should be Qualified to Vote in a Presidential Election?

If the Electoral college was abolished, and people directly elected the President, what should the qualification be to partake in a Presidential election? Personally, I think everybody should be able to vote. Everyone has their own opinions, so if everyone were to vote, we would have a variety of votes. Picture this, every year you go to the polls and you vote for the next President. You think nothing of it. What if someone bigger and more important than you came up and said, ” You aren’t as important as me, so you can’t vote,” I bet you would feel pretty lousy, A homeless person on the street is not registered to vote because people believe they aren’t educated enough to understand what it happening. The truth is, they may not know too much, but just because they’re homeless doesn’t mean that they’re stupid. They are smart enough to know what is going on in the world. Everyone has their own opinions, everyone has their own personality. Don’t judge it because of their actions.

If My Name was an Action what would it be??

If my name was an action, it would probably be funny. So someone could say something like, “Hey you’re so Anna!” That would be pretty cool hahaha

Trail of Tears

Why did this happen to me? I don’t know what I did to deserve this. I vaguely remember 7 white men in uniforms come into our house, holding us at gun point. It still pains me to remember the gruesome things they did to my husband. I’d rather not speak about it. All I know is that president Andrew Jackson started an Indian removal policy where the Cherokee nation was forced to give up their land and move to an area near Oklahoma. I am hungry, I am tired, and I don’t know how I will care for my daughter. My husband is no longer here to help me. I hope we can persevere through this tough time because as of now, I don’t see how we can survive. My daughter is tired and cold. My pain is mostly towards her, knowing that she did nothing to deserve this. She is an innocent child and she shouldn’t be put through this kind of heartache. I pray everyday that we don’t perish in the cold weather. I am now a destitute woman walking with my child. Our journey has been named “Nunna daul Tsuny” meaning “The Trail Where they Cried.” Thousands of the Cherokees are dying and I am desperate not to be one of them. I hate those men who took me away from my home and killed my husband. I just hope they know that.

-Cherokee Indian Woman