Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Anecdote
Whenever Emma and I go on field trips together, we always bring some type of fatty food to eat on the way way there. Two years ago, Emma thought it would be funny if she brought a giant tub of icing on the chorus trip to Busch Gardens. Of course, we stuffed our faces, but no one ate as much as Emma did. By the time we got to Williamsburg for our performance, her face was slowly starting to yellow. We thought she was going to pass out, but OH LORD NO. We got through the performance alright, so we left for dinner at Golden Corral. She was silent the whole way there. She asked my mom to crack the window, and I knew at that point, (no matter how many times she told us she was okay) that something bad was going to happen. As we were pulling into the parking lot, Emma lets out a burp, and throws up everywhere; my mom's neck, all over my car, and all over her. I was tucking and rolling out of my car at this point, with the car still going at least ten miles per hour. After everything was cleaned and taken care of, we ate and Emma acted like nothing ever happened.
Lesson learned?
Don't give Emma an overdose of icing, and don't ever have me in the car when you're about to throw up.
Lesson learned?
Don't give Emma an overdose of icing, and don't ever have me in the car when you're about to throw up.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Vocab Homework.
Interviewer- "Well hello Ms. Eggleton!
Ms. Eggleton- "Hello.."
Interviewer- "So what have you come to tell us?"
Ms. Eggleton- "About an overload of homework!"
Interviewer- "Well that sounds "Eggy", doesn't it Ms. Eggleton!"
Ms. Eggleton- "Hello.."
Interviewer- "So what have you come to tell us?"
Ms. Eggleton- "About an overload of homework!"
Interviewer- "Well that sounds "Eggy", doesn't it Ms. Eggleton!"
Monday, November 7, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Why?
I often get asked what makes me know for sure that God it there. Most of the time, I just answer with, "well I have faith in him.". Other times, I stop and really think about it. Why do I believe that God is really there?
I grew up in a Christian home, so there was no doubt that I would be the kind of girl who went to church EVERY Sunday, but even when I was little, I NEVER wanted to go to Sunday school. Why? Because I thought that the people there had a better relationship with him than I did. I thought I wasn't, "good enough." So I stuck to my mom's side from the time I was in third grade-fifth grade. It wasn't until sixth grade when my mom put her foot down and said that I was going to go to Sunday school and youth group. Youth group sounded pretty exciting at the time. It made me feel "grown up".
I remember the first Wednesday my brother and I walked in, I never left his side.(I still don't.) Our youth seemed so cool. The high school youth pastor at the time greeted us at soon as he realized we were new. I took youth group as a fresh start to the my walk with Christ. I signed up to sing on the youth praise team, and that was the best thing ever. I made my first two friends, Haley and Kelsie, who were both a year older than me. They were both big Christians, so I looked up to them. That November, we had this thing called Disciple Now, and Haley, Caleb(yes, Bryant), and we stuck to each other like glue. WE had a blast, and I was able to realize what I needed to do to have a close relationship with Christ. I finally got the guts to stand up in front of a crowd and raise my hand on and praise and worship. I felt a sense of accomplishment that weekend. I felt like no one was judging me, and I didn't have to worry about anything.
Our pastor always talks about how when you leave a church retreat, you get back to school or work, and you get hit in the face by a brick wall. You don't have 24 hours out of everyday to focus only on God, and you don't get to hear two sermons and two worship services everyday. EVERY TIME I leave a youth retreat, that's what always ends up happening. Of course, I'm definitely not the only one that has that happen to them. A lot of us find ourselves having a closer relationship with God when we're singing about his glory and his love. Being a singer/musician, that's the way I cope with everyday things; singing. When I get home, my best way of relaxing is coming home and listening to music. So that's my way of finding comfort with God.
At the end of my sixth grade year, we had a retreat called Beach Week. *best week of my life* I was SO excited to go on this trip. That Monday we left and I could barely hold in my excitement. As soon as we got there, we unpacked and got settled in and it was just.. amazing! The first night, my friends and I could not sleep we were so excited. The next day kind of, well, like sucked. First, I had a sleep/candy hangover from the night before, and I got "homesick." Yeah, I used to get homesick a lot. Why? I don't know, because I'm a baby. I called my mom do her and I pretty much broke down. Again, I don't know why, but I just did. So that went on until Thursday when my mom made it VERY clear that she wasn't going to come get me. She thought it would be good for me. The previous Wednesday night Jerry, my youth pastor, sat me down and were talk for like, two hours about why I was homesick. I finally came to a conclusion that it wasn't that I missed my mom or my bed or my house, but more because I felt like it didn't fit in. Jerry convinced me that's why, and he kept on asking me WHY I wanted to go home so bad. I didn't have an answer. So there was NO WAY I was going home. I ended up staying, (duh) and enjoying it a lot, because I made two new friends, why I really looked up to, and they're still my friends today. I found out a lot about myself that week.
Up until this year, I've remained that same type of girl. This year, I kind of just lost interest, and made myself think I had better things to do. No matter what I did, I still knew that God was watching me and still loved me at much as he always has. Every person comes to that point in their life where they try their best to "find themselves." All I know is that I just have to try my best to get a better relationship with Christ than I had before.
So the next time someone ask me why I know that God is really there, I'll tell them that whenever I leave his side, he'll never leave mine.
I grew up in a Christian home, so there was no doubt that I would be the kind of girl who went to church EVERY Sunday, but even when I was little, I NEVER wanted to go to Sunday school. Why? Because I thought that the people there had a better relationship with him than I did. I thought I wasn't, "good enough." So I stuck to my mom's side from the time I was in third grade-fifth grade. It wasn't until sixth grade when my mom put her foot down and said that I was going to go to Sunday school and youth group. Youth group sounded pretty exciting at the time. It made me feel "grown up".
I remember the first Wednesday my brother and I walked in, I never left his side.(I still don't.) Our youth seemed so cool. The high school youth pastor at the time greeted us at soon as he realized we were new. I took youth group as a fresh start to the my walk with Christ. I signed up to sing on the youth praise team, and that was the best thing ever. I made my first two friends, Haley and Kelsie, who were both a year older than me. They were both big Christians, so I looked up to them. That November, we had this thing called Disciple Now, and Haley, Caleb(yes, Bryant), and we stuck to each other like glue. WE had a blast, and I was able to realize what I needed to do to have a close relationship with Christ. I finally got the guts to stand up in front of a crowd and raise my hand on and praise and worship. I felt a sense of accomplishment that weekend. I felt like no one was judging me, and I didn't have to worry about anything.
Our pastor always talks about how when you leave a church retreat, you get back to school or work, and you get hit in the face by a brick wall. You don't have 24 hours out of everyday to focus only on God, and you don't get to hear two sermons and two worship services everyday. EVERY TIME I leave a youth retreat, that's what always ends up happening. Of course, I'm definitely not the only one that has that happen to them. A lot of us find ourselves having a closer relationship with God when we're singing about his glory and his love. Being a singer/musician, that's the way I cope with everyday things; singing. When I get home, my best way of relaxing is coming home and listening to music. So that's my way of finding comfort with God.
At the end of my sixth grade year, we had a retreat called Beach Week. *best week of my life* I was SO excited to go on this trip. That Monday we left and I could barely hold in my excitement. As soon as we got there, we unpacked and got settled in and it was just.. amazing! The first night, my friends and I could not sleep we were so excited. The next day kind of, well, like sucked. First, I had a sleep/candy hangover from the night before, and I got "homesick." Yeah, I used to get homesick a lot. Why? I don't know, because I'm a baby. I called my mom do her and I pretty much broke down. Again, I don't know why, but I just did. So that went on until Thursday when my mom made it VERY clear that she wasn't going to come get me. She thought it would be good for me. The previous Wednesday night Jerry, my youth pastor, sat me down and were talk for like, two hours about why I was homesick. I finally came to a conclusion that it wasn't that I missed my mom or my bed or my house, but more because I felt like it didn't fit in. Jerry convinced me that's why, and he kept on asking me WHY I wanted to go home so bad. I didn't have an answer. So there was NO WAY I was going home. I ended up staying, (duh) and enjoying it a lot, because I made two new friends, why I really looked up to, and they're still my friends today. I found out a lot about myself that week.
Up until this year, I've remained that same type of girl. This year, I kind of just lost interest, and made myself think I had better things to do. No matter what I did, I still knew that God was watching me and still loved me at much as he always has. Every person comes to that point in their life where they try their best to "find themselves." All I know is that I just have to try my best to get a better relationship with Christ than I had before.
So the next time someone ask me why I know that God is really there, I'll tell them that whenever I leave his side, he'll never leave mine.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
My Favorites
Walks in the rain;being able to listen to the rain dripping on my window sill, completely washing away my thoughts;in summer, being able to go on numerous adventures with friends;swinging in the spring time, with the spring glow filling up the paleness off my skin;the rush of a high school football game, with students starting an earthquake with the thunder of their voices;going to the beach and holding your toes in the sand and letting in fill in the empty gaps in between your toes;laying on the roof, watching the sun end the day by slipping under the horizon;being able to sit on the couch, with my favorite movie, hot chocolate, and the heat from the fireplace sneaking up my body from my toes to my nose while looking out my window and seeing a fresh white cloud of snow cover up my back yard;hoodies, jeans, and bonfires, on the days that feel like summer and the nights like autumn;being able to express myself in a world full of judgment;and most of all, living in a country where I can have such an amazing God like mine;
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Rosa Parks
I chose to do Rosa Parks, because that was the first person to pop up in my mind because of the amazing legacy she left behind. She persuaded many African-American people to stand up to how we were treating them in the early and mid 1900's.
On December 1, 1955, Rosa did the unthinkable by telling James Blake, a bus driver, that she would not move to the back of the bus. When James Blake made four African Americans, including Parks, get out of their seats to make room for more whites, Rosa Parks simply replied with, "I don't think I should have to.". James Blake called the police to arrest her.
Rosa Parks (Rosa McCauley) was born on February 4, 1913. She grew up on a farm with her mother, younger brother, and grandparents in Montgomery, Alabama. As a child, she suffered of poor health. When she was eleven, she attented the Industrial School for Girls, and later transferred to a laboratory school provided by the Alabama State Teacher College for Negroes. In 1932, Rosa married Raymond Parks, a barber. After Rosa was married, she attempted taking many jobs, and even succeeded in registering to vote after trying three times. By December 1953, Rosa Parks became an active member of the Civil Rights Movement. She was known as the "Mother of the Civil Right Movement.".
After being arrested for not moving to the back of the bus, she became an icon in Civil Rights, but still suffered for her actions. She remained in prison overnight and paid a fine of fourteen dollars.
Rosa Parks received many awards for her actions, including the Noble Peace Prize. She still remains a human icon today, including to me. ROsa Parks lived to be 92 years old; outliving her younger brother.
On December 1, 1955, Rosa did the unthinkable by telling James Blake, a bus driver, that she would not move to the back of the bus. When James Blake made four African Americans, including Parks, get out of their seats to make room for more whites, Rosa Parks simply replied with, "I don't think I should have to.". James Blake called the police to arrest her.
Rosa Parks (Rosa McCauley) was born on February 4, 1913. She grew up on a farm with her mother, younger brother, and grandparents in Montgomery, Alabama. As a child, she suffered of poor health. When she was eleven, she attented the Industrial School for Girls, and later transferred to a laboratory school provided by the Alabama State Teacher College for Negroes. In 1932, Rosa married Raymond Parks, a barber. After Rosa was married, she attempted taking many jobs, and even succeeded in registering to vote after trying three times. By December 1953, Rosa Parks became an active member of the Civil Rights Movement. She was known as the "Mother of the Civil Right Movement.".
After being arrested for not moving to the back of the bus, she became an icon in Civil Rights, but still suffered for her actions. She remained in prison overnight and paid a fine of fourteen dollars.
Rosa Parks received many awards for her actions, including the Noble Peace Prize. She still remains a human icon today, including to me. ROsa Parks lived to be 92 years old; outliving her younger brother.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Bullying Survey Results
HEY YOU! Yeah, you! Have you ever been bullied? Maybe yes, or maybe no, but I set up a survey for bullying, and here's what I asked:
1. Have you been the victim of bullying sometime this year?
40% said yes
60% said No.
2. Have you bullied anyone this year?
20% said Yes
60% said No
40% said not intentionally
3.Have you witnessed anyone being bullied this year?
100% said yes
4.What do witnesses and bystanders usually do when they see someone getting bullied?
20% said Laugh
60% said ignore it
40% said stop it
5. Do you think bullying is a problem at our school?
40% said yes
60% said no
So as you can tell, bullying can be a very big problem. Most people don't even realize they're doing it until they are informed by someone. If you are being bullying, or you are seeing someone get bullied, it is important to tell an adult as soon as possible.
1. Have you been the victim of bullying sometime this year?
40% said yes
60% said No.
2. Have you bullied anyone this year?
20% said Yes
60% said No
40% said not intentionally
3.Have you witnessed anyone being bullied this year?
100% said yes
4.What do witnesses and bystanders usually do when they see someone getting bullied?
20% said Laugh
60% said ignore it
40% said stop it
5. Do you think bullying is a problem at our school?
40% said yes
60% said no
So as you can tell, bullying can be a very big problem. Most people don't even realize they're doing it until they are informed by someone. If you are being bullying, or you are seeing someone get bullied, it is important to tell an adult as soon as possible.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
SHAABANG. October 20, 2K11.
YEAAH BUDDY. Field trip tomorrow and this girl be skippin. (: Three day weekend for the m-shizzle. ANYYWWHHOO. Sleeping in tomorrow. SO proud of myself. I've gotten high A's on my vocab tests the past two weeks. FIRST A's EVER. Oh yeah, but still kind of sad that I've had like, 9 vocab quizzes this year and that's my first A..... Oh weelllllll. Hit me up on twiiiiiterrr(: @this_is_madison
Monday, October 17, 2011
Day Five.
We went to the orthopedist today so they could look at my knee since it's been bothering me. Turns out, in August, when I plummeted into a crosswalk, my knee cap banged into my thy bone and caused the cartilage in my knee to soften. What does that mean? No cheer or PE for the next two weeks, along with two weeks of physical therapy. If I go back and it's not well, then who knows what will happen. Oh the joys of my unlucky life...
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Day Three. Yes, I skipped day two.. cry about it.
Best.Night.EVER. Rascal Flatts concert with the best friend, brother, and Tyler. :)
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
First Post, yo.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." -George Santyana
We talked a lot in class about this quote and how if you don't remember something that happens it will most likely happen to you again without you knowing. For example, I have a condition where if I don't sleep, or drink enough then I'm bound to just randomly pass out. I know, it stinks, but it's happened so many times that I'm able to catch the symptoms before I actually fall. If I didn't pay attention to these symptoms, then it would just keep happening without me knowing until it happens. It's the same way with the Holocaust. I'm sure some survivors tried their hardest to block that horrid event from their memory, but look at the world now. In some countries it's the exact same it was 70 years ago. We always talk about it, but we just talk about how terrible it is without even paying attention to why we really talk about it. We never wanted that to happen again, but we're just listening and not actually doing anything. It's important for students to learn about the Holocaust so we have realization of why we need to keep it from happening more and more.
We talked a lot in class about this quote and how if you don't remember something that happens it will most likely happen to you again without you knowing. For example, I have a condition where if I don't sleep, or drink enough then I'm bound to just randomly pass out. I know, it stinks, but it's happened so many times that I'm able to catch the symptoms before I actually fall. If I didn't pay attention to these symptoms, then it would just keep happening without me knowing until it happens. It's the same way with the Holocaust. I'm sure some survivors tried their hardest to block that horrid event from their memory, but look at the world now. In some countries it's the exact same it was 70 years ago. We always talk about it, but we just talk about how terrible it is without even paying attention to why we really talk about it. We never wanted that to happen again, but we're just listening and not actually doing anything. It's important for students to learn about the Holocaust so we have realization of why we need to keep it from happening more and more.
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