Letter to God

Dear God,

I write this letter to you, with intentions which will surely please you. Certainly, every person you made is unique, but exceptional people always exist in the eyes of someone. And as such, I have written this letter to acknowledge every single thing that my parents are, have done, and always have been.

Mother and father, I always wonder if anyone could have acknowledged your existence more than I do. I wonder if anyone could see the great persons that you both are. Well, now that I am more than capable of thinking and  deliberating, I have come to the obvious conclusion that no one, nothing can ever be greater than my admiration for you. You are both the greatest persons in the world, amongst, all other greats and famous people. You are the stars which far outshine the other stars in all the constellations in the sky.

In my young and extremely curious years, I have always depended upon my father's intuition and knowledge for every question I had. What's this word? How does this work? Why is this so? What's that? Do you have any knowledge that you may want to impart with me? And most of the time, my curiosity is satiated. Even more, my morals have always been filled with my father's wisdom. He has the silver streaks to prove it too!

And when it comes to doing things, my mother is the guardian angel. Or should I say, platoon commander. If you do it not at the very moment, her reminder will bend time itself, and you'll be forced to do it by something unseen in no time. She instilled in my mind that time is something you should not throw away with unproductive things. She also taught me maybe the best thing I would always need to remember: clean while the clutter's still small, or you'll regret it later. Even if she's a tireless commander, I would never hate or dislike her for it, because it's one of the best and most important things that anyone could have taught their children.

So basically, my parents are the best. They have given me all the necessary things I need, and all the other things they give me now are reminders and wants. So God, as You can always see, my parents, even with their shortcomings, still deserve all your blessings and providence. Protect them always, and keep them away from sickness and danger. You know very well my parents more than I do.

Your Loving Angel,
Alfred

How the Third Year English Rocked My World

Everything that we did during this year's English was fun, and that alone is what separates this year's English from the others. We had Shakespearean masterpieces, Dante's Divine Comedy, and Edgar Allan Poe's The Bells.

It was a lot of fun learning why you can't say Macbeth out loud, the incapacity of Roman people before to comprehend what their rulers say, the quickly-lit romances of a lot of Shakespearean love teams, the life-changing journey of Dante through the three Divine realms, the eeriness in Edgar Allan Poe's every written word, and all the failed performances we've done; yes they were all fun.
I've never enjoyed the English subject as much as now, when the classics were made more known to us. Plus, this year's English added some flavor to my writing now, and I happen to be really happy just because of that. I also learned how to criticize much better now, ha!

So, you see, third year English has molded some of my character now, and I have never been more thankful to a teacher of language and literature. The best English subject!

Why on Earth am I Special?

First and foremost, I just want to say how I despise writing things about myself because my tone always becomes conceited, but at the moment I am intrigued and somehow excited to write with this given topic.

Why on earth am I special?

Somehow, the fact that I have lots of friends and rarely have enemies, gives away pretty much why I am special.
I am special because I am different. Not the usual different, but the different kind of different. I am awkward, clumsy, yet I have lots of friends because I make them feel like they're my brothers and sisters. 

I am special because I am not like anyone at all. 

I am special because of what I do, how I think, what I breathe. 
I am special because I like to do lots of things while I am stressing out because of other things. 
I am special because of what I love. I am special because I am loved.

I am special because of you, person.

I am special because I am weird.
I am special because I write, I draw, I play basketball, I love music, I love to read, I love to learn, I hate school, I love my friends, I love and hate talking.

I am special because I am what I have become, and what I naturally am.