Thank You.

I'm so thankful for my friends without them I probably cease to exist.

 

I'm thankful for my parents aka my mother who has always pushed me to my limits . Also for my (step) dad who has always been there for me and gave me the oppurtunity of coming here to America. I'm so lucky to have them in my life. They are willing to do anything to make me happy. I love you guys.

I'm thankful for music. 

Music has been a big part of my life these past 4 years. 

It has helped me cope with so many things and helped me be myself. I'd like to thank my music teachers who has shaped me to be a musician:Mrs.Crissinger & Mrs.Mauer, Dr.Anderson, Merle Kruse, Mr.Burkhart, Mr.Jirele and all the professors that has helped me. I'd also like to thank all of the people that has supported me with my music.

I'm thankful for all these things that everybody take advantage of: public education & transportation, freedom, heaters and air conditioners, life itself. 

Thanksgiving is one day that make us stop and think about what were thankful for. 

What are YOU thankful for?

Ethics & morals

When my teacher told us about this assignment I thought ethics was ethnics. But later found out it was a totally different that I've never come across this word before.I asked my dad what ethics meant. He explained it to me. But I was still left in the dark confuzzled. I  began to roam the internet .  In search of  ethics and morals. I finally found out what both meant.

Ethics is more of the social rules that is unwritten.
Morals is more of an individual concept.

You could think of it as a ethics are external and morals are internal.

Bullying

Tears cascaded down my face as I walk back to my class. I enter the room with a defeated posture. Everyone is staring at me. I sit at my desk and I let the tears fall. My friends around me ask me what's wrong. I try to laugh it off as more tears come.

I just have to address this but bullying is around you and it IS REAL. You cannot just brush it off like a leaf that has fallen on your shoulder on a windy day. It's there. It's a scar etched into your heart.

Many people has suffered bullying and people treat it with doors closed. I just can't. It makes me sad.

I have been a bully.

I have been a bystander.

I have been bullied.

I also have protected people from other bullies.

Today I witnessed someone getting bullied and it took me back to all those times that I've been bullied. People might not know this but...

WORDS HURT.

They are like sharpened knives stabbing at your heart.

When I saw that senior being a jerk to that sophomore ... It was unbearable.

I even called him out on it (the senior). But when I did call him out again people just started defending the senior. I just don't get it.

They either just ignore the situation.
Or protect the bully and act like it was nothing.

Many people die from bullying it is not something to mess around with.

The life of an Abby Sencio (on a Monday)

I awake from my slumber.

I search for the device it reads 4:30AM.

I go to my social media.

30 mins later...

 I hear my mom rustling in the other room.

The sound of water hitting the sink awakens me from my trance.

I get up and brush my teeth. I put my contacts in.

I check the clock. 5:15AM

I get dressed. Sweatpants and a tshirt

I crawl my way down the stairs.

I look in the kitchen and  the smell of toasted  bread and peanut butter welcomes me.

I thanked my mom.

I grabbed my violin and my homework and purse.

I stuffed them in the car.

My mom in the passenger seat.

I drive to school.

I get here at 5:40 AM.

Later on at 7:15 AM I have chamber rehearsals.

Then classes start.

Time to put my mask on.

I greet my friends .

Hours on end then the bell dimiss us .

End of school.

I go to my locker to grab my instrument .

I hustle my way down to the busses

I get on the bus.

It drops us at my stop . Like horses into stalls.

I walk with my friend. We discuss .

I finally see my home.

I say farewell to my friend.

I go into my nest.

I go into my room and I pick up my cello.

I play.

My let my emotions out. Like letting cattle run free.

Hope as a person?

Hope doesn't come in a box during Christmas time. I wish though.

I'm not sure if I've completely grasp the definition of hope quite yet.

To me the meaning of hope is still having courage when everything is crashing down around and it doesn't to have an end to it. This is where hope comes in.

Hope is like that light. It helps you up when your vulnerable.

My mom is like my hope. When I'm almost at my breaking point of  giving up... She's right there. Helping me up when I need it. Thanks mom you've made me stronger.