Day Cares Provided Or Not?

         The issue of the government providing day cares is a questionable question. Not all parents need a daycare, but some do because they work, they  do not have time, or they are just plain busy. Having the government provide a daycare may be a good thing, because it could keep children productive, keep them out of harms way, and help them learn even before they start school. The only problem would be that daycare would have to be paid for either by the government or the parents. Not all parents can afford day care service on an everyday basis, therefore that is why most parents do not have day care for their children. Another issue would be that the parents could have a problem with leaving their children with strangers whether they are professional or not.
  I think that parents should take on the responsibility of having a child, and make the right decisions for that child. The government should also take on the decisions that benefit their future doctors, teachers, scientists  politicians, speakers, and artists of america. Whether it means creating a system of day cares or declaring war; they must think of their people and the future of america.

Friends

    One thing I value in my life are my friends, because I know what it feels like to have no friends. I remember when I was little I had no friends, since in school no one liked me, they made fun of me, I was hated, and to this day I have no idea why. I did nothing to them except smile at them, but it didn't matter. I was made fun of for the way I looked, the way I walked, the way I talked, my skin, and even for staying quiet. Sometimes I would get lucky and have someone claim to be my friend, but then that would be a complete lie. They would then talk about me and hate me the next second. That isn't a friend, because a friend would not do that to another friend. 
   I wanted to hold on and feel that I actually belonged. I tried, but every time I tried I was put down, made fun of, and threatened with a punch in the mouth. So, I never said much and just took the verbal beating. I wondered if anyone else knew what it felt like to be ignored, hated, and bullied. To not be seen, but still be there, and to be misunderstood. Well, I did, everyday I did. 
    Then finally, I realized that I did not have to belong. I realized that I did not have to believe their words. I did not have to be who they wanted me to be, because I am me.
  Now I have friends that I value because they accept me for who I am, and they are always there when I need them. I do not feel alone, since my friends all make me feel like I belong. I am grateful that I finally have friends who can say that they are a true friend to me.  

The Summer's Injury

    Over the summer I barely did anything exciting, but I did get injured by getting a concussion. The way it happened may not sound serious but it was. I was home alone, so I have to lockup the house and close the curtains when the it gets dark. I get to my dining room where I close the curtains, but I quickly forgot that I had done so. I turned to see if I did and I confirmed it and quickly turn to leave out the doorway. That is when I ran into my dining room door because the door bounced back after I had left it open. I had no idea that it would be there and so I banged my head against the door. I rubbed my head and ignored it at first but then I realized it was much more serious than I thought.
  I sat down and I blanked out. I was extremely overcome with exhaustion, and dizziness. I called my sister for help, because I was starting to worry. I was speaking in slurs and my head was hurting like it was bleeding, although it wasn't. My sister finally took me to the hospital.
   I don't remember much but I do remember the long wait; during this wait I felt like I was dying. My sister said I kept saying I wanted to color, which is weird because when I'm stressed I color. When we finally see the doctor I was so tired and loopy. The doctor had asked me what my name was and I didn't remember. Instead I said other names like "Jenny", "Olivia", and "Omega". My family was really worried about me and so was I. How could I forget who I am? My sister said that while the doctor was talking to them I suddenly remembered and I shouted " I know it. I know it! ODETTE! ODETTE!"
   The doctor then stated I'd be fine as long as I had some rest. My memory returned slowly but I had major headaches but nothing life threatening. I was happy that  my memory came back because if I had completely forgotten everything I wouldn't be me and that is not what I would want.

The Beautiful Red Rose

Odette.
   That is my name. My mother named me this after "The Swan Princess" for her name is also Odette. I think it is also because my name starts with an "O". My mother's name starts with an "O", and my older sister's name also starts with an "O". We're like three peas in a pod!
    The downfall is that people always bane my name by pronouncing it wrong. I think maybe because my name is uncommon people just don't know it. I'm always called "Odetta", "Odiet", "Odettay" or even "Oret"! There is no "r', "a", or "i" in my name it really frustrates me because I have to repeat, spell, and even explain that the"e" is silent. Sometimes I feel like a beautiful red rose being mistaken for a dandelion.
       Some of my friends give me a repertoire  of nicknames. Names like "Oditty Dog", "Odetsey", "Odizzle", "Odeezy", and "Odizzy Det" and I''m perfectly fine with it as long as they know my real name of course. My name means "Little Wealthy One" it makes me feel like I am a apart of a hierarchy. My middle name "Luciana" which means "Light" and my last name "Bryant" means strong. My name becomes who I am; wealthy light that is strong. I am positive and I brighten up everyone's day.  

Respect Yourself and Others.

    The most important rule to me is to respect yourself and others. Treating someone the way you want to be
treated; to me is truly respect. I think the world would be a better place if we all respected each other. Whether it is in a classroom, in the grocery store, at home, or on the street; I believe that everyone should be respected. Not judged by their cover. 

  Respect should be given because if we treated everyone with respect there would be more peace and less violence. Without respect we can become hateful and we would only care for ourselves. You should also respect yourself by having a sense of one's dignity or worth. It includes your conduct and your character. Which you will then respect the dignity and worth of others as well.

   I believe that respect and kindness towards others is of most importance. I think that being in a place where respect is not given can be a miserable place for anyone. So, if everyone respected each other the world can truly become a better place for everyone.