Brandels Rammbles

This fourth of July I spent with some great friends. Why are they so great you ask? This mix of people is politically and religious just that; a mix. It is actually amazing that we can all hang out and have such different opinions on things. Gun laws, God, etc. Some of us agree on some things and others on other things, but there is always someone with the opposition. Perhaps that is why it is so fun. Ok, anyway, back to my point...

“Belief is a beautiful armor, but makes for the heaviest sword” – John Mayer             What makes us believe in something? Why do we feel that we must believe in anything? Is there anyone out there who truly believes in nothing?  Or better yet, is there anyone in the world who truly believes in something?              Most children believe in Santa Claus.  I never did.  I pretended to for the sake of my parents, but by the time I was six years old, I told them I didn’t believe in him.  Many of my friends believed in Santa well beyond six years old and I didn’t let them know I knew the truth. I did often wonder how my friends never caught on though. Maybe they did and were just pretending, as to not ruin anyone else’s belief in the magic of good ole St. Nick.

This is a creative non-fiction piece I am turning in for class and I promised some creative writing to be posted soon, so I thought I'd start with this one... She felt sick. It was third period and she asked to be excused to use the bathroom. 11:00 am... In the bathroom, she throws up, yet it did not make her feel better. Thank goodness it was a half day of school. Once she walked to the elementary school to pick her sister up, she could finally go home and rest…something  didn't  feel right though. What was this feeling?