February 26, 2010

Always Been...Different

When I was a little first grader, I started to notice something. It was that I wrote with a different hand than everyone else in school. I used to sit and see who else wrote with their left hand too. I found one boy of thirty kids who was like me.

Then I started to learn piano when I was six. I loved to hear the music floating from the keys and my fingers. I wanted to learn piano because my best friend knew piano and so did some other kids I knew. So, for a little while, I was the same.

I got older. Music still held onto me tightly, I couldn't let it go. I went to second grade. I started to become different in another way, I used to play piano like everyone else, now I started to write my own songs. I made a CD when I turned eight in a little studio up the road from our house. I learned guitar as well.

Then I moved on to third grade. It got harder. My teacher who I had since first grade, seemed very unhappy. She got angry and upset easily and started to show her true colors. She would yell at me almost every day about something and I started to dread school. Every day I would cry before school and try to hide so I wouldn't have to go. Then when I was brought to my classroom, I would cry, so my teacher locked me in the bathroom for as long as four hours at a time because crying was disruptive to the class. My Mom and Dad didn't know this because I didn't tell them and neither did my teacher. I thought I deserved to be locked in the bathroom because I was throwing a temper tantrum. There was a certain boy who picked on me constantly. This teacher never dealt with it. The thing about this boy was that I think he really didn't know how to behave and didn't know how to get positive attention. Even though I was young, I had to learn that it's very important to forgive. I forgave a lot. He'd come to me and say he was sorry. I always said, "Thank you for your apology, I forgive you."

As I moved into fourth grade, things started to change. I got a new teacher, Julie. She really helped me. She was kind and very sensitive, like me. She took care of the problem with the boy who was mean to me and he started to stop being mean to me and stand up for me. I slowly started to come out of my shell.
Then one day while I was getting my lunch box, this boy stood up in front of the class and said "I'm really sorry for being so mean to you guys all of these years. And do you know what they did? They laughed at him. I came out and heard the laughter and a girl came up to me and told me what happened. "It was so funny!"
"That's not funny," I said. The teacher came and asked what happened.
"I apologized to everyone for being so mean," he said crying, "And everyone laughed at me, except Skylar." He pointed to me. I was surprised that he remembered that I was one of the few who didn't laugh. I guess because even though he was mean to me so many times, I forgave him and I'm really glad that taught him a lesson he'll remember. I saw him recently, he's polite, he remembers me and we get along like we were best friends always. That taught both him and me the power of forgiveness.

Come fifth grade, a new assistant came to teach language and grammar. New children became a part of our school. One girl I made friends with. We became very close and hung out all of the time. I became a part of a little three-way group. She invited me to her birthday, which was my first sleepover. I went to her house, she came to mine. We hung out almost every week. Then something strange happened. There was a girl with no friends, she got picked on. She wasn't small like me, she was big and tall. So, I invited her over. Well, I don't think my other friend liked that very much. She got very sarcastic and mean. She started to make fun of me and one day after recess, she came in with the seven other girls and sat around me in a circle. "We'll write on your face with Sharpy," because I hated the smell of the permanent marker. "We'll wrap you in newspaper and pour sour milk all over you." I was allergic to milk and didn't like the smell of newspaper. "We'll make you eat peanut butter." I didn't like peanut butter.

I had a small class and there were only eight girls in it. I didn't have many friends to choose from. The only person who hadn't made fun of me with the rest of them was a girl doing her homework in the corner. I knew what they were saying was supposed to be some sort of "joke", but it didn't feel funny.

I hated school so much, I quit and found a new teacher and started home schooling privately with her. I started to like learning again.

This year, I have a great home school teacher and also met a new friend. Her name is Juel. We both like photography. She's an amazing artist and is very serious about it, I'm serious about my music. We both like computers and are obsessed with Tom Hanks. We are both different too.

What I've had to learn is that everyone is different from each other but there is a "really different" bunch in the world. I'm probably one of them. And many people say, "You're weird" or they don't understand you because you're so different from them. But you know what? That's Ok.

February 23, 2010

corner view "street photography"

Busy people, here and there, we don't stop and notice all of the little things around us. I hear their talking, feel their energy and problems. They rush here and there to do who knows what and all I do is try to block it out, ignore the noise and try to live alive and joyful. Coming, going, trying new things. I want that! We say too much. When our needs are fulfilled, we go and want something else. New possessions, money and stuff, do we ever stop and appreciate the things we have?

Mom, it's an ice cream store, c'mon, can I get some? I promise I'll eat a good dinner! 
Stop at the street and watch for those big metal machines that were made for us to help us rush around and get through the day. 

Coffee every morning, without it you will surely collapse at work. Bring it fast and bring it hot! Don't forget the sugar. We need that too. In candy, in juice, in smoothies, isn't fruit sweet enough? But no, as we get older, do our taste buds wither and die? We need the wonderful taste of sugar before we get old and can't taste at all. For when that happens, we'll be stuck eating wet, mushy, bran for the rest of our years.

Oh the pies and cakes and pastries, more sugar, it tastes so good, I need it every day. After every meal and NO, Mom, I'm not addicted to it, I can stop anytime I want to, starting tomorrow.

All of that crossed my mind as my family and I wandered the streets of town. And yes, I'm dramatic. All of the begging for sweets and ice cream I didn't make up. I hear that every day and half of it comes out of my mouth. 

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February 22, 2010

The Past

I convinced my mom and my dad to get a Mac computer. I feel so proud. :) My mom has over 5,000 photos and believe me, you can't send that many pictures by email or transfer them with a flash drive. I called Apple, desperate for help and there was this really nice lady telling me that I could use my iPod. So, I transferred all 5,000 of them, safe and sound. I noticed that my mom had so many photos that I hadn't seen in a while so I transferred about 1,996 of my mom's photos to my computer. Here are some of them from a long time ago.

Annabel and I before one of our first concerts. Feel the fear, people!

Little Shawny at about three years old. 
He's just about to throw a stick in a pond nearby and just almost make a swan really mad.

Annabel and I singing in a park for some of our relatives.

My family and me in a hotel before going to see Amma.

My adorable little cousin Emma and me. We were discussing an art project.

Best friends forever and always.

Annabel being adorable!

Here we were fighting over a hammock. 
Kind of a dumb thing to be fighting about but hey, it was really comfortable.

My best friend Alizee and me before she moved away.
Miss you a bunch, buddy!

But the past was then and this is now, and it's hard to believe I was ever so young and how different we all were. All of those things, the good and the bad, all taught important lessons and led me to this day, happening just the way it was meant to be.

February 16, 2010

corner view "wisdom from an elder"

I think Amma is the wisest person I know. She's given me lots of wisdom. Once I asked her if I should try to meditate and become at peace or try to become a famous musician so I can help the world with music. I told her I just wanted to help people and make them happy but I was worried that if I became famous that I would gain ego and become distracted with my spiritual life.  She told me to do both and that if I had no ego then I wouldn't be able to survive in this world.
Also just being around her and knowing her has taught me so much. I've become more kind, patient, loving, giving and peaceful. Every year Annabel and I make a charity box with about $200 of money we've worked for and we give it to her. Just knowing that the money will help someone who is starving more than it will help us buy a new toy makes us feel good inside. That's what Amma has taught me.

I also think Swami Dayamrita (one of Amma's monks) is one of the wisest people I know. He's the kind of person who is quiet but when he speaks, his words have meaning. When I asked him how to resist getting irritated, he told me that I should pretend that the person I'm irritated with is someone I respect and I would never yell at. Ever since then I feel like I've become just a little bit of a better person.

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February 14, 2010

Valentine's Day

I don't know if you all have Valentine's Day in Europe or other places you live, but just in case you don't, Valentine's Day was a day created by Saint Valentine about love and friendship. So for all of the people who read my blog, here's a Valentine Card for all of you! (I made it on Photoshop. I think I'm obsessed.) :)

February 13, 2010

Percy Jackson: The Movie A+

Today was Annabel's dream day. She's obsessed with the book series, Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I love them too but not to such an extreme level. :)

Anyway, today was the second day of the movie being out and the whole family went to see it. I think everyone in the theater rated it A+. The critics were rating it C- because they were comparing it to Harry Potter. All of the kids who saw the movie would be pretty mad at them, I'll tell you that!

The special effects were great, the movie had great actors and overall, I bet they're going to make the next four! I'd be so excited for that!!

February 11, 2010

Happy Birthday Annabel

You are special, a gift to the world,
singing to the wind, the trees, the sky.
Making peace with pain and sorrow,
accepting life like just a snowy day.
Coming and going like a pearly-white moon,
making your appearance to this world magnificent.
Making your way though life as a humble dot of life,
but you are a living joy, constant peace, a golden star.

Happy birthday Annabel, another beautiful year being around you! Hope you like the poem. I'm no Dr. Seuss, but I tried. :) You're now eleven! Welcome to the "lovely" world of preteens!

February 10, 2010

corner view "re-purposed"

I guess one of the things I've created out of something else is a mobile from Lincoln Logs. I don't know if they have them in places other than America but they are these logs with crevices on the ends. The crevices make them easier to stay where they're put.

Anyway, about a couple of years ago, when I was eight, I wanted to make a nice gift for my brother, Shawn's, fourth birthday. So, I took some Lincoln Logs and some nails and I went to my workbench and I came inside with this... a Lincoln Log airplane mobile.


Shawn really liked it for a while and then one summer we had to pack it away. We just dug it up a couple of days ago and just in time for corner view!

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P.S. I got Photoshop for Christmas and I'm making my new CD cover. I have two and like them both.


Feedback? Which one do you like better: A or B? It's called Next Color.
To hear my other CD's go here.

P.P.S My younger sister Annabel took the pictures of me. She's only ELEVEN!

February 3, 2010

corner view "sweets"

Today Mom was in a playful mood so she offered to take us kids for ice cream partly because I didn't have any pictures of "sweets". So we went for ice cream and I got all inspired because sugar's real inspiring if you know what I mean.
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P.S. Does anyone know how to make a fancy background on the blog or add music? Thanks!