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If you thought the world was ending,
Would you throw your hands up to the sky?
Who to run to first,
Will I live or die?
Questions run through your head,
But one thing you seem to find,
The conclusion that you're not done,
Not destined to fly.

Take one last look at the world,
One last look at the stars.
It's coming closer now,
The light is not far.
Just one more chance to see us all,
And hear our laughter through the wall.
It's ending now, we all are doomed,
But maybe it's only you.

If we could stay and watch you go,
What would you do then?
Fall to your knees, look at the sun,
I'm sorry, but your time has come.
See your loved ones one more time,
And visit that special place.
Soon it will be over,
We will gaze upon your ashen face.

Still, there is a chance the world is done,
And soon we will all rest on a giants' thumb.
No more pain, no more sorrow,
And yet, no more tomorrow.
Not another chance to live the life,
And reach your dreams,
Or even close another seam.
No more pits to fall into,
Just the clouds to fly up through.

If this life is over,
We can sit among the stars.
Visit with our loved ones,
And play endless games of cards.
Angels will surround us,
And when the day is through,
There will be no worries, or anger, because everything is true.

But here on Earth,
I already have my angels.
I have my worries, and my faults,
And the world has war and death.
Still there is time to sit,
Among the flowers of thought,
The rivers of time.
The are endless friends to dream with,
And lovers to see with.

If the box is closing slowly at least I know it'll end,
I can take advantage of my time,
A message I will send.
To love the Earth, and all it's glory,
To love life and not to hurry.
There is time to see it all,
To be there when darkness falls.
To dance under a starry sky,
And know that one day we will die.
To hope that we're ready,
And have closed all our accounts.
To meet everyone in Heaven,
To have no doubts.
Life will end, but there is always more,
Now please, maybe we should shut the door.

Though my advice is meant to help you, my comments should not be taken too seriously. Please consider your own opinions before following this.


On my team, the members won't commit. We've had a zillion talks and they still want to play around. I want to quit, but I feel bad about doing it this far into this season. What can I do?

-Ashley

Since talking to them isn't working, you can try a few other things. One of them might be getting to know each other outside the sport. If they feel more included with those of you that are committing, they may just do so themselves. You can also talk to them personally. Call them when you're not at practice and tell them how you're feeling. If none of those things work, talk to your coach. They will probably be able to help, even if it means yelling. That's what they're there for. If none of those works, you might just have to resign yourself to giving in to them not wanting to work, but never compromise yourself.


My best friend is moving away. I probably won't get to see him ever again, and I don't want him to go. His dad got a new job, so they have to go, but I want him to stay. Got any advice?

-Jessie K.


There's this new fangled invention called email that works really well when it comes to keeping in touch. Get his email address, his mailing address, his phone number, whatever and keep in touch. When you're old enough, you might just be able to arrange a trip to see each other. Hopefully it will all work out for you.

"I pledge, um, allegiance to da flag and da United States in America ." Jamie always stumbled through the Pledge of Allegiance because he wasn't sure how to say most of the words. Mrs. Kram didn't mind. She was a nice teacher and let them have naps, and cookies during story time. The whole kindergarten class said the Pledge of Allegiance every morning, except one kid. He was shy, and quiet, and rarely talked to anyone. Jamie didn't like him because of that, and he looked different. Jamie thought he looked too weird; his skin was the color of burnt chocolate chip cookies and he said it was because he was from India.
   "Where's that?" all the other kids asked, and when he couldn't answer they said it wasn't a real place. Jamie had asked his mommy, and she said that it was a real place, but it was far around the world and the people there believed different stuff. They didn't think God was quite the same as Jamie thought he was. Jamie decided everyone from India was wrong. Maybe he didn't say the Pledge of Allegiance because he believed in wrong things.
   Mrs. Kram made them recite their ABC's. Jamie had already learned the alphabet, but the quiet kid hadn't. Jamie's mommy told him that was because the kid didn't use the same alphabet. Jamie was amazed when he heard that; Indian people even had the alphabet wrong, how silly could they get?
   Mrs. Kram read them Cloudy, With a Chance of Meatballs, but the quiet kid didn't want to hear the meatball parts because he didn't eat meat. Jamie asked him why and he said that it was against his religion.
   "Where's your religion from?" Jamie prodded.
   "India," the kid told him.
   "Aren't you an American?" Jamie asked.
   "No," said the quiet kid.
   "How come you live in America?"
   The kid didn't answer. Mrs. Kram told them that even people who weren't American could live in America. "That's how nice we are." she beamed. The quiet kid didn't say anything.

     "And it came down to this: In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them in the way they love themselves."

     -Ender,
          Ender's Game

* 1 package of crushed chocolate cookies
* 1 cup melted butter
* 4 4-serving packages chocolate pudding (pre-made)
* Gummy worms

Mix crushed cookies and butter well. Put in the bottom of a pie pan. Mix most of the gummy worms and all of the pudding together. Pour into pie pan. Place the remaining gummy worms so as to stick out the top. Chill until ready to eat.

*Note- if you choose to put some top on it, green icing or chocolate jimmies work well.