Child Care...

Child care should be provided by a mother and a father, not the government. In my eyes, if a couple has taken time to conceive a child, they have time to plan and prepare to have somewhere for them to stay if they are not available. If the couple both work a 9 to 5 job, they must be ready to give up certain finances to put toward child care. Also, the couple has to take time to search and see which day care provider is right for their family and schedule. I think this country has enough financial problems, and to add more money to the debt crisis we are in, wouldn't make tax payers happy. As much as the government should be glad the couple both have jobs, the government can only do so much.

Now, single parents are a different issue. I think the government should supply some sort of assistant to a single parent verses a couple because things might be a little different for them. An example of this is, a single mother, on welfare has found a decent paying job. The only problem is, she has no place for her child to stay. This is a huge conflict in today's society. If giving her child day care service is cheaper than paying for her welfare, I am all for it!

Joy

Value, value, value...

People have many different opinions on what "value" means. People value some really crazy things. They value money, cars, houses, and many more material things. But me? Do I have anything that I really value? As I pondered on this question, I found one thing that I believe God blessed me with a lot of. That one thing is something that I would not ask God to trade in for the whole world! That one thing may mean nothing to some people, but it means everything to me. That one thing is as simple as a sunset on a warm summer day. That one thing is joy. I have an overwhelming amount of joy, that could never come from anything of this earth. My joy is like a little kid with a popsicle! A hard working adult who has just gotten a job promotion. Or a student when they see straight A's on they're report card, after a difficult semester. Except, my joy is with me all the time. Everyday, every hour!

I HAVE JOY!!!!!

Some people think I am strange because I am always happy. But I think they are strange because they are always sad! Life is always a half a cup full, never half empty! I have nothing to be sad about because I know someone, somewhere has it worst than I do. So, I challenge all of you pupils to go find joy! Then we can be strange together(:

Oh, summer.

       This summer I did a medical internship at Mercy Regional Center. I had the best time of my life!! I learned and experienced things that I never in a million years would've thought about! I got to sit in at least 6 surgeries and saw many pregnant mothers came close to having a baby. I want to study to be an obstetrician when I grow up, so this was legit amazing! I saw doctors break mothers water, babies being put in incubators, getting shots, and being put on breathing machines. I also saw ablazions, hystorectomies, and HC's, with more older women. 

     The ONLY bad part about my summer is that I did happen to pass out and blow chunks, as soon as the smell of blood got to my head. It was horrible, and I was very embarrassed! The nurses made me feel at ease when they told me that when they were new hires, they did the same thing! It was shocking to me that I pasted out during one of my last surgeries, after I already saw a handful of the same ones! Also, I was the youngest intern in this "Rising Star" program, which was totally awkward! Everybody else (mostly ECHS kids) were already graduated, or incoming seniors. But I didn't let that stop this from being the highlight of my life, let alone my summer!!!!

BAM!!

                                                    BAM!!!!!! 

Me? I was born on April 24^th, 1997…. I love almost everything and everyone under the sun! And I think I’m pretty awesome. My name? My name is Moriah. Nothing special, nothing fancy. Just Moriah. I often wonder why this name was given to me. How did a Sandra Terrell and a Mark Anthoney wind-down on such a name like Moriah Alyssa? I’ve been told I look like anything besides a Moriah. Like a Jasmine, or a Bianca, or some spare-of the moment off-brand name. But I guess it fits me and my repertoire. It’s laid-back, different, and beautiful. Just like me. People often ask me “Why is your name so different?” While those same people get shocked as soon as they hear my middle name. They usually say “Moriah isn’t common, but there are tons of girls with the middle name Alyssa!” Or they ask “How do you pronounce that?” Sound it out people…. (moh-rahy-uh)!!!!!!!  People also ask “Why is it spelled so different?” I never knew this answer myself, until I asked my mother.

The real definition and reasoning behind my name is very imbuing.

My name came from the bible.

                  In Genesis 22:2 to be exact.

My first time reading that verse, I felt as if I was nothing but an immense, over-sized mountain in Jerusalem. But that isn’t the only reason that this was chosen as my name.

My mom loved the story of how God ask Abraham to sacrifice his only son, Isaac, on the peak of Moriah.

Genesis 22:2
Then God said, "Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about."

But she also like the fact that when I was forming in her womb, that was the name she saw the most. Even when she traveled out of state! I thought that was really cool as well.

-Moriah Alyssa Ballard

You Reap What You Sew

             


             The rule I find most important is to treat people the way you want to be treated. I think this is a good rule in and out of the classroom. This rule should be in affect in every aspect of people lives. I think this is important because if you treat someone good, chances are, they will treat you good in return. If you act rude towards someone, they are going to act rude back.