Splatter Paint Collaborative Short

SENTENCE: When a child their 5th year he or she  is given 5 buckets of different colored pain and a canvas. They are then left alone for three hours. When the parents return the child is expected to have drawn a painting. The way to determine your mirrosia is to find your matching birth painting.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH IT: There are a few grammatical errors with this sentence because of subject/pronoun disagreement(child with they). I also didn't like the choppiness of the sentence(they are left alone for three hours. When the parents return...). I also didn't like the 5th year thing, I think it flows much better to just say 5.  

CORRECTION: When children turn 5, they begin the ritual to find their mirrosias. The parents are to slip away from the children for three hours, leaving them with only 5 buckets of paint and a canvas. The children are expected to have painted something by the time the parents return. When two children paint the same thing, they are said to be mirrorsias.  

MORAL: Even when you think you are connected to a person, there is always the possibility that you are not.

I agree with this moral because it proves that you should always be on your guard even if it is someone you think you know.  There may be a person you think is your friend, but you can never really be sure. There is always the idea of "fake" where someone may be pretending to be something they are not, and you must always look out for that possibility. 

QUOTES THAT PROVE THIS:

Dashean, my spiritual partner, called a Mirrosia(Mee-Roh-See-Ah) believes we are lucky to have found each other. (You can see she trusts him and there is also a false sense of happiness from the other character[they are lucky to have found each other])

I then got a good look at the figure standing over my bleeding body, it was Dashean. (This proves that she should have kept her guard up. She had no idea that the one who was dubbed her spiritual partner, would turn out to be responsible for her death.)

Lies

My life is has a few lies. Starting with the fact that I am a huge liar myself. Or so my parents say. I disagree and say that I only lie to them about little things that aren't important. Lying to my parents doesn't count as a lie to me anymore. Of course when I say it like that it sounds like a horrible thing, but it really has become a bad habit of mine. Just today for instance, my dad asked me if I was done with my homework because I was watching Top Chef. I said yes and that I would go to bed afterwards. I clearly wasn't done with my homework or planning on going to bed because I am finishing it right now. The weirder part is my parents know I'm lying. They have also gotten used to it to the point where they know the answer will be a lie. It also helps them that even though I lie a lot(about small things!!!) I am a terrible liar. I can't lie without smiling or giggling or I make silly mistakes like having a word document with the heading on it but no words right in front of me when I claim to be finished with my history. I don't know why I continue to do it because everyone knows I'm lying. Sometimes however, I get into a really detailed lie or it is something where people are being mean and accusing me of doing something really bad, and I convince myself I haven't. One case was when one of my parents accused me of hitting my brother on purpose. I was about to say it was when I was younger, but why lie? My brother and I were having an argument in the summer and somehow I got so mad I

"accidentally" whipped a pillow across his head. My brother tattled on me and my parents came to get mad. I started to tell them I didn't do anything (not really believing the lie myself) until I had repeated it so many times that I was beginning to make myself believe I hadn't done it(of course deep-down I still knew I was guilty). Because my parents wouldn't trust me I got so upset and started crying about how unfair it was that they would accuse me of something I didn't do(I'm a bit of a drama queen). On the rare occasions that don't include Justin, I can sometimes get them to believe me. Whenever Mr. I-never-tell-a-lie-and-am-a-huge-tattletale is involved they don't believe me. Justin is EXTREMELY honest. He won't tell white lies(which I think are okay if they are to avoid hurting people's feelings) and he wouldn't lie about arguments with me. 

Other than those small lies, I live a pretty lie-free life.

as far as I know...

MHS + Jonah = Lies

9/3/09

Today we got a new headmaster for our school. He doesn't seem too bad, but he says there are going to be some massive changes, even a new religion. It seems weird to me that they would let him make our school religious on the spot...

9/4/09

THE CHANGES DEFINITELY STARTED! All of the students were called to assembly to find our new headmaster on the floor with his socks and shoes off pressing his feet up against Mr.S's! After being quiet for about a half an hour, Mr.S gets up with a dazed look on his face while our new headmaster, who introduced himself as Jonah, begins to explain the ritual of 'boku-maru' which apparently we will be doing quite often! He says its from our new religion Bokonism but that its all lies.(What's THAT supposed to mean?) He then tells us that everything we learn in school will all be lies and pretty much everything we had believed strongly will all be lies(AGAIN WHAT?!). He released us to go home after that and there was only silence coming from the teachers and students. At this point I just wanted to go to sleep, but I could've sworn as I walked past the bathroom, two girls were on the counter taking off their shoes and socks. I'm still thinking about everything will be lies... The only reason I'm going back tomorrow is sheer curiosity.

9/5/09
I'm writing under my desk now because the news was too big to wait. We have already lost half of our students and even a few of the teachers! My two classes so far have started with 'Everything I'm about to teach you are lies' and then the teachers continue on as if everything is normal!!!! If everything is lies THEN WHY DO I HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!? THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE. After this we a had lessons that were clearly nonsense, after which we were allowed 'quiet time' where we could write(I guess Crazy Jonah is big on writing) paint(he also had a friend who painted), or practice boku-maru(LIKE I WOULD EVER PRESS MY FEET AGAINST SOMEONE ELSES SWEATY STINKY FEET.) I decided to paint, but when I finished, our teacher came around and said, "See the cat? See the cradle?" and threw away my picture! I don't know what to think of the faculty anymore! Some of the teacher's eyes are filled with apologies as they try to teach us new information that is all lies. The weirder part is that some of the teachers seemed like they were brainwashed overnight! Teaching the information like nothing is new! I can't tell who I am more annoyed with the teachers who aren't doing anything but clearly know this is all crazy, or the teachers who have already turned crazy! I'm sorry I'm being so AOUFGALKHJ but you would too if all of your friends left your school and left you with physco robot teachers who teach you 3 + 1 = vindit!!!! I don't wonder why everyone left. Ugh, my teacher just gave us a math test but I don't know what to study! The lies? or what I know from before, which apparently was all lies too! This whole thing is CRAZY!

I AM GETTING SICK OF THIS BOKU-MARU THING. I walked out on the quad and it seems like I'm the only who finds this weird! Everyone is lying down in silence enjoying each-others-feet against theirs. Thank gosh it looks like there are a few students surrounding the quad looking as surprised as I am. I'm gonna have the most normal break I can with those guys. 

I learned in world religions today that the people I hung out with were members of my 'karass'. I swear if I hear one more mumbo jumbo word like karass or boku-maru or bokonon(who is some old guy that I've heard a lot about but have yet to see.) I'm gonna be the next to leave. I'm just hoping the whole curiosity killed the cat thing doesn't come true.

Call me...

B-N-B-H.

Three years ago at the end of 6th grade, I found myself talking about a girl that I had been spending a lot of time bothering myself with that year. It wasn't until that day that I realized that I was a "mean girl". I hadn't bullied anyone or been mean or rude to anyone, and I had done a pretty good job of not hurting peoples feelings, but I had been talking a lot about this girl behind her back. I didn't spread rumors and I would only talk about her to one person but it was still a really mean thing to do. If I had been that girl who I was so often trashing, I would have thought I was a REALLY mean person. It didn't matter that I had only told my best friend about how horrible this girl was, or that I hadn't done anything directly to her to hurt her feelings, but one of the first things we learned in kindergarten was if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all. Not only was I breaking that rule about two times a week, there was a ton of negative energy coming out of me two times a week. Because I had finally realized this, I freaked out. I couldn't remember how long that had been going on, but it made me really worried that I would turn into a mean person. It was my first year changing friends so I began to wonder if i had chosen the wrong people to make friends with. I realized that I was the only one initiating the conversations and the true person at fault was me. I decided that my two main things I needed to fix, was being nicer and more positive. The beginning of B-N.
It wasn't until this year that I came up with BNBH my motto. I had been spending a lot of time thinking about how fortunate I was as a person and how I could show my appreciation for everything I have. I would think about the little troubles I had like not making it into a play or getting a bad grade on a test and would find it unfair to those less fortunate than I, that I was upset over these little things, when people are starving with no homes. Because my problems are nonexistent in relation to those who have experienced poverty, sexual violence, etc. I decided i should act as though I didn't have problems. This doesn't mean that if I get a bad grade on a test, then I am going to ignore it, but I won't spend time be upset about and work harder instead. I am so incredibly blessed to have the opportunity to go to an amazing school that getting upset about a bad grade seems just plain disrespectful to those who don't have the opportunities I do. Basically the opposite of upset is happy, which initiated the start of B-H.
So to remind me to be a good person B-N-B-H. Be kind to others, don't talk behind their backs and be a flat out nice person. Be happy with everything you have because you are the luckiest person in the world in relation to so many of those who are less fortunate its stupid to waste an amazingly blessed life upset.

Sincerely,
BE NICE. BE HAPPY.
BNBH