Hector the Hero of Troy

Alright I wrote another essay for english, and I'm not sure it's my best work but I think it's good. So let me know what you think.

Hector the Hero
By: Rachel Whitmer

True, strong, intelligent, caring, and honorable, all terms that describe the hero of the Trojan War. Hector of Troy, a family man, and a dominating warrior; lead an army to fight against the army of Agamemnon and Achilles. Fear seems to never cross the mind of Hector, as he marches on to face his doom, against the rage filled Achilles. Honor to Hector is an action. He shows that in each and every choice he makes to do good. And with the love of his wife and country he does his best to live and love with the passion of everyday like it’s his last.

The inspiring hero of Greece leads strength and power into a battle of uncertainty. His dear wife, supporting his endeavors and strong moral ideals. Everything he’s done in this war has been for the honor of his family, our great and noble troy, and for himself. His wife had a moment of uncertainty and in desperate attempts to save his life and make him stay with her and their son, she yelled “Reckless one, my Hector-your own fiery courage will destroy you! Have you no pity for him, our helpless son?...Pity me, please! Take your stand on the rampart here,”(p.376). But alas, she took a step back and is now supporting him, in fact she even “laughed as well,”(p.378).

Even with the concern of his loving family, Hector marches off to meet Achilles in a battle that is soon to be his last. And after a tretorous trick played by the tedious Athena, causing him to face Achilles thinking he had the force of a god behind him, he turns to face and with a grave thought prying at the back of his mind he began to realize that he had been tricked, and with his last breath he begs, “Please, return my body to troy,”(p. ). But the terrible rage of Achilles could not be tamed by the soft gentle words of a true hero. And so, our general is slain, and laid to the grave, never to return.

The end is tragic, but the beginning, and the middle is a story to look up to. It’s the life lived, and the honor earned that shows his true heroism. And if we take a break for just a moment in time we might even realize that someday this wonderful story of our long never ending war, may inspire a new generation to find the true hero’s that lie in their own societies.

Healthy Choice...really it CAN have taste :)

So I came up with some great recipes for chicken, and it's really very healthy! I know wierd huh? Yummy and healthy?? They are complete oposites! But really it's good. So here it is,
Grab a pad of paper, this is what you'll need:
1.I like to use teriyaki chicken breasts from costco and use them, I think they have a better flavor :D

2.Grab some Lime juice. Mmmmmm LIME.

3.Get a small tube of REAL bacon, bacon bits. You wont use very much, but the flavor isn't right without it. Scouts honor.

4.GARLIC!!! You can't cook without garlic. I mean who DOES THAT???

5.One RED and YELLOW/ORANGE bell pepper.

Ok so do you have your ingredients?? Don't read on until you have them. I'll wait....got them now?? ok...

YAY!! You have your ingredients! Now heres the hard part. Get out a...SAUCE PAN!!! Yay ok, now turn the stove on, and if you don't know how, then you really should not be allowed to cook. Haha. Now while your waiting for that to heat up, chop your thawed chicken into thin slices. Alright, is that done? Now throw it in the pan and let it heat up, but right as it begins to brown, throw in some LIME juice, and some bacon bits (about the size of a quarter in your palm), oh and don't forget the garlic!! :) let that all simmer in and constantly stir so it doesn't burn. Then chop up your peppers, about half of each one, and toss them in. But you want them to still be crunchy! And you know, don't be afraid to pick at the food and taste it all along the way!!

After you finish that, slide it onto a plate and serve with a favorite vegatable, and homemade whole wheat bread! It's AMAZING! And really it's easier than it sounds :)

Let me know what you thought!

Stand up

When someone questions our morals, I wonder whether we stand by and pretend that nothing happened, or if we, stand up and let people know exactly what we believe. Is our excuse that it's hard? Or maybe it's that we don't wan't to ruffle feathers. I think it's past the time to do nothing. We have to do SOMETHING. If we stand idoly by than nothing will ever get done.
Have we even set morals for ourselves? When people walk by, do they know, "hey hey thats that chick, she doesn't curse, and you better not curse around her,". Or is it more like, "Oh hey, there is that girl, that never stands up for herself, I bet we can get her to do some pretty stupid stuff,". When you walk down the hallway of your schools, do people know who you are? Or do they just think your a nobody. Are you a light or do you like to hide in the darkness.
Have you ever believed in something??? Haven't you ever just wanted to stand up and say "No. I believe in this, and no, I DON'T agree,". The real question is CAN you do that. Or are you content with sitting by and doing nothing. NOTHING. NOTHING is not GOOD. You have to stand up for something in your life. Don't let people tell you it's ok, and your just being OLD FASHIONED. YOUR NOT. That is called having MORALS. It's time each one of us define who we are. We can't be indecisive anymore. It's hurting us. One voice is heard. Because ONE voice can inspire a THOUSAND.
When I see my peers getting into things that they shouldn't, it hurts me. I wish i could help them, but it isn't my choice. Wouldn't it be so much easier to make those simple decisions before your faced with that dificult decision.
Maybe it's just me but how can we live knowing we didn't stand up for ANYTHING in our lives. I constantly am making ruffles, I think anyone that knows me, knows that I believe very strongly in many things. I may be confused a lot. I mean, I don't thing that anyone thinks more about their future than I do, and can I just say it's exaughsting(I am a terrible speller by the way)!! I never relax anymore! (Besides blogging, I love blogging!)
This is probably the most ramndom blog I have ever written, and reading it over, it really probably wont make sense to anyone but me. But I just have to say. When pressured about things, most of the time I know my response. I know what I will say. And MANN I hope you guys do too! BELIEVE IN SOMETHING. And please, do something with your life that will make a difference. People will never remember how much money you had, but they will remember what you did with that money. And even if your dirt poor, you CAN make a difference. Let NO ONE tell you, you can't do it. Because you CAN. Mann, am I ever learning that. And it might just be that I am too stuborn to learn, but, I want to do something inspiring with my life. I want to HELP people. I want people to know how wonderful they are, and I WANT them to know how special and different each one of them are. And if I make only a difference in 1 persons life, it'll truely be worth it. I know it will. Mann, the more people I meet the more I realize how wonderful each person really, really is. Each person remember, that somewhere, someone truely loves you. And Please make your life an oportunity and a chance for a better future.

TEST!!!!!!

I am freaking out again!!!! I have two tests tomorrow!!! And I can't help but stressing. :'( I'm a stress-o-holic. AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't fail...I CAN'T!!! AH!!!!! ok ok, calming...AH!!!!!!!!!! Nevermind!!!!!!!! Freaking out again. AH!!!!!! ok ok...I'm good

Cookies!!!

So it seems to me that every time Elizabeth Thramer comes over to my house we make cookies. It's so rediculous. But they're soooooo GOOD! And I am pretty sure that my teachers don't mind either. I tend to share :)

It's great though. She has made the decision to be baptised a member of the church and I am so proud of her. It has made such a wonderful difference in my life and I do hope that she realizes how wonderful truth makes you feel.
Anyway, the Sister Missionaries are over at our house like every Sunday to give her a discussion so we always like to have something for them to munch on.

Today we made chocolate chip cookies but we made sugar cookies like 2 weeks ago and that was way to fun!! It was great. The dough stuck to our hands like super glue and I felt like I stuck to everything I touched! And the great thing about cooking cookies today was....brace yourself....we had....MATCHING APRONS!!!! AH!!!! I know I can hardly stand it. :D
Don't worry that strange look you have on your face right now. It's being recorded. Your on candy CAMERA!! haha :) yay me.
Sorry about that wierd tangent there. Another great thing about today was i got to take school pictures! Woohoo! But more importantly, I got to take a picture with the greatest grandma in the whole world. Oh did you want to see it? Well ok, since you asked so nicely.

Ya and to end this rather lengthly blog, sorry, heres my school picture! Or at least the one I like the best. Mom has a different opinion...:)

Ah isn't ^ that girl adorable!!!? I think so! Oh wait it's me! haha

My Testimony

We just got back from youth conference and I would just like to say I have never been so gald to have been raised in the true gospel of Christ. I know without a doubt that he lives and loves each one of us. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of god and he translated the Book of Mormon as another witness of Jesus Christ. I love the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and I witness it is the one and only true church on the earth today. And for anyone who doubts it, Read the Book of Mormon. It is true. I have never believed that more than I do now. And I am so lucky to live in a family and in a place where I can stand for what I believe in so strongly.

OCD and perfection

This past week I have been feeling as if I can't do anything the way I want to. Have you ever had one of those days where it feels like no matter how hard you try, you can't do anything right? Ya well imagine that for a week and you can imagine my stress level.

I know that I shouldn't stress myself out about little things, but I can't help it. Have you ever just wanted something to be absolutely perfect? Like, I don't know, example: You have been working on this painting for like 2 months and you love it, but then you keep picking it apart until you hate it again, and then you just keep working and working and working, until you can look at it again and say, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with this picture." But you know what I've learned this week? It might be a perfect picture, but it isn't art anymore. It's just a stupid picture someone spent 2-3 months outta their lives on that ya, might be perfect, but is a little boring. I begining to feel the same way about school, and writting and I'm not quite sure, but I feel a little bit of everything. I'm not this great scientist or some amazing mathmatician. I'm not the greatest writer or the famous Historian, but I am me. And taking these hard classes and working as hard as I can is just a pit stop for me. And I hope that maybe someday when I get through this (if I get through this) I can help other people realize that they are great the way they are. And the first step of perfection is making mistakes.

Anyway so back to my OCDness. I didn't sleep at all last night because I had freaked myself out about this essay I've been re-writting and re-writting and re-writting and then I hadn't finished all my math, and I couldn't sing the songs in choir right, and on and on and on....and then about 4 or 4:30am I fell asleep, and didn't make it to seminary in the morning because I was way to tired!! I hated that feeling! I feel totally jipped! From sleep and seminary and it seems like everything. So when I walked into my former math teachers room this morning and said "I think I am OCD.", he just started laughing at me and replied "I've only been telling you that for a year and a half!" which made me laugh, even though I was about /\ that close to falling asleep.

This all boils down to my reslove however. I have resolved that I can't be perfect, and that I'm not going to kill myself trying. I'm going to try and just cool off for a bit, and maybe if I'm lucky, catch up on some sleep. The only thing that is keeping me going right now is the cookies my friend Breanne keeps feeding me to keep me awake. Thank goodness for friends is all I have to say. And besides that I've just got one last thought. Loosing sleep over things really doesn't help anything, trust me. All it does is make things worse. It's really true.

Wish me luck! I have to stay awake for like 3 more periods and for Cross Country...haha. Ya, that'll be interesting...

My Essay :-D

I had to write this for english, and it is mostly true, well kinda in a way :) Let me know what you think!

The Haunting Morning
By: Rachel Whitmer

The lights in my mind dimmed as I drifted into sleep. The noises slowed and my soft pink pillow caressed my head as I cuddle with my yellow comforter, in the dark room I live in. My teddy bears guarded me, their princess, as I slipped into my dreams of the upcoming events of tomorrow. Being five years old limits my spectrum of dreaming, but never the less, I was overcome with peace as I drifted into slumber. How could I at this time imagine the horrible outcome of what the devils, I call brothers, would do to me as I woke up the next morning? How could I prepare myself in such a peaceful state of slumber, to be devastated even into tears? There is no preparation for a five year old with two older brothers.

Going to bed the night before was just as natural as it always is, my dear mother tucked my yellow blanket snug around me, as she sang to me about angel’s watching over me as I slept. I could feel my eye lids drooping and I curled into a ball as mother kissed my forehead good night. I believed that each angel my mother sang to me about was actually watching out for me, and so they might have been. Sleep did not escape me long as the soft hum of the heater lulled me to sleep. The dark blues mixed with the lighter yellows on my wall became a blur and the rainbows in my mind began to brighten. My innocent dreams were kind to me, helping me relax into a sweet happiness. And that happiness might have remained with me through the next beautiful day had my parents chosen to make me the only child.
I could see the sun peeking through my white curtains on the far wall, but I fought the feeling to awaken and shoved my head deep into my plush pillow. Warmth surrounded me, and my large calico cat was curled on my feet keeping them warm and my toes toasty. I began to fade quickly again into the chasm of my mind, when I hear my door creek. I peek just a tad to see the white door being pushed toward the direction of my bed. My first thought was that, it might just be my mom checking on me making sure I was still sleeping okay, and then something seemed different. Mom usually sits at the edge of my bed and gently moves my hair from my face and whispers words I can’t hear into the open air. But this wasn’t her. I could feel it, and smell it. My mother smells like Lilies on a gentle spring morning. However, that wasn’t the smell, it was more like dirt and wet socks. The smell alone was ruining my mood, but before I knew it two boys had jumped on me and were dangling a giant spider in front of my soft, hardly awake, face. The older one started tickling up my arm, like a real spider would, and I began screaming. Tears came and I tried closing my eyes but I couldn’t, I was far to scared. I needed to analyze my surroundings, but I couldn’t because my massive brother was pinning me down! I screamed and screamed for my mother, and at last she came barreling into my room with a look that could have been described as death itself. She was not happy, and when mother isn’t happy, no one is.

My brothers climbed off me quickly, it seems that mother didn’t have to say anything the look just said it all. They marched themselves out of my room muttering something about how little sisters ruin everything, and I curled up against my teddy bear and tried to stop crying. After my mother took the boys to their rooms she came back to comfort me, and to try and calm me down. But all I could think about was how I wish I was still sleeping comfortable against my down pillow with my yellow blanket tucked around me. And as if my mom could read my mind she laid me back down in my bed and tucked me in. Making sure the comforter was outlining the shape of my traumatized little body. Then she again, began to sing. And again I began to drift into sleep, but it was different this time. I couldn’t get the image of the spider out of my mind. And since that morning, ten years ago, I still haven’t been able to get the image out of my mind. It haunts me every morning as the sun rises and I hear my door creek.

SLEEP...Sleep...sleep...

I feel myself drift, as the music softly plays, into the soft comfort of my dreams. My soft down pillow craddles my head, as my body slowly relaxes into sleep. The colors begin to stroon across my mind and the dreams begin to sway. My realities fade away for this dream I live for. The dream I live for is at night in my room asleep, and beautiful. It's only when I look up I realize this isn't a dream at all, it is my reality, and I can't sleep. Because for the first time reality is better than my dreams...

Homecoming...

Last weekend was homecoming at Sringfield High, and surprisingly enough we won the homecoming game. Shocker! That hasn't happened in a decade or longer. So needless to say all the football players girlfriends were happy, because now their boyfriends would now go to homecoming with them. It was really fun, and I got my dress for only $30 at Davids Bridal which was nice, but we did have to altar it a bit, but nothing to bad. I got to hang with a great group of people, a few from thurston too. That was really great. However, the dance was LAME!! They really need better people planning these events. You want to know the really sad part? This was probably the best one they have had in years! Haha, not to mention it got so hot inside, and the music was so rank that we ended up going out side for the last hour and just talking it up. So that was pretty chill.
The best part of the whole night was my moms amazing flowers. She is such a great mom, she made the flowers so beautiful. They were great, and not to mention she fixed my dress the night of homecoming. Round of applause for MOM!!! Woot woot! Yaya! It was great. And Dad too, he missed part of his BYU football game to take me to my friends house, my parents are great.
Besides that, nothing else really happened, just a big expensive dance that the school overcharges us to go to, so we can sit in the courtyard. hahaha :) Just perky, just perky....

Life? There's no time for life! I have School!!

Wow, first I just want to say my life is sooo crazy, school is really hard right now, and I am finding it a bit hard keeping up with all the work. (I know, I know, your probably sitting at home reading this and thinking, 'why is she blogging then?', well everyone needs a break (: haha) However I can't say that I'm not having a blast :) I really like high school and I am pushing myself to my max, trying to manage everything I want to do. My schedule looks something like this, oh and notice I'm not slacking in the academics area, I am taking all honors classes. Woot! Woot! We'll see if my attitude stays the same after the first report card. Ha...ha...ha.
Schedule:
1. Chemistry (otterstead) ~ So I love this class so freaking much!! Wow seriously the first science class I have ever understood and actually like. Oh and Otterstead is so funny, I think I laugh more in his class than any other. And he has this creepy little ferbie (Do people still know what those are?) that stares at me during class, and it really freaks me out. Elizabeth Thramer (senior) told me it was an owl he had stuffed after he shot it, and I was totally freaked, until Otterstead showed it to me and it was totally FAKE. Stupid seniors....

2.Pre-Calc (Schmidt) ~ I really actually like this class, our teacher is pretty quiet but he can be really fun and he is a great teacher, I feel like I actually learn, and like I understand it! And for all my previous math teachers that might be reading this they can totally attest to this being a huge success. Actually right now you would be suprised to know that I have an A- in this class! Wow! YAYA!!

3.Concert Chorale (Swartout) ~ Swartout is crazy. Crazy, exciting, fun, wild, bi-polar(ok a little and it is parcially the chiors fault....ok a little more than partial...) and just overall awesome. I love chior anyway, but she just makes it great. She makes it fun, but at the same time, she's good so the chior respects her. And I just love her! :-D

4.Band (Holt/Demant) ~ First, let me just say you could not find cookier guys on our planet if you tried. They are sooooo wierd!!! haha, but that fits since they teach band. As wierd as they might be though, they make us great, and so that we each want to suceed and be better. And the really funny part is, Percussion is Demants baby, and Mariatchi (I don't know if I spelled that right) is Holts baby, so concert band is like the older child that is like pushed to the side. Ah...poor older children...I wouldn't know, I'm the YOUNGEST :D

5.Lunch (Friends) ~ Finally! A break! A time to talk!

6.Spanish (Thorton) ~ Nothing against Senora Thorton, but I HATE spanish. She's a good teacher and all, but I suck so bad at spanish it isn't even funny. Ok maybe it is a little...BUT NOT A LOT! No but seriously, I am so American it isn't even funny.

7.English 10H (Saunders) ~ Alright first I need to say sorry to my poor teacher. I have caused more havic in that class...you don't even want to know. So here it is, if your reading this Saunders, I am really sorry I am such a pain!! haha ok :) i feel better. Anyone who knows me though, knows that I am very opinionated and will argue for my convictions til the day I die, so you can imagine how hard it would be to be my english teacher where everything is based off interpretations of the different articles and stories. Or maybe you can imagine, maybe it would be smarter if you didn't try....haha.

8.Government (lovdokken) ~ This guy is so cool. He so knows what he is talking about and we get to argue and discuss all period about gavernment, and politics, which is one of my favorite subjects ever!!! Weird but really interesting. One of my friends Rhonda, doesn't like it much, but she doesn't like that kind of stuff so we have a couple different opinons about that class in our lunch circle. :)
I don't mind to much though. Because...This is a DICTATORSHIP!! (Inside joke sorry, you had to be there for all of you outta the loop)

Cross Country (XC- Touche) ~ Not a class but part of my life so I'll jot it down. The greatest people run cross country, and thats because we have the best coach. He's great and he cares about YOU, not just about winning, which makes everyone want to be better, for each other and him.

So ya, now you know exactly how busy I am with all this stuff I am doing! And that doesn't even include seminary and S.O.D.A. club. I like to keep busy :) But right now my break from homework has to end, because I have math and Saunders was kind enough to assign an essay the day before a test. An essay on a life changing event, in my life. Anyone want to help me out here? Comment any ideas please! I need all the help I can get.
Toodles!!! :D

~Lime de Chicken~

So I decided to try a recipe I came up with the other day and I think you should try it, here's a list of step by step directions. Trust me you'll need it. This aint no sissy's recipe.
You'll need:
1 chicken
4 limes
12oz Fresh shreded parmashon cheese
Now here's the tricky part, take the chicken out back and chop off the head. Oh and make sure to let it run around a bit after the heads off. If it doesn't immediately die that is. Now grasp that chicken by the legs and take it over to the trash and start ripping off feather. (Did I mention this recipe might take people all day?) Don't be a sissy keep ripping until your left with just the chicken.
Finished with that yet? Alright your going to have to cut that pour mutalated chicken into 4 boneless breasts. So grab your carving knife and get to it! Then slice each of those breasts in half and squeeze a little lime in each one.
Slice your limes now into thin slices, be careful if it gets in your eyes...lets not even go there. Spray the bottom of your pan and set the oven to 350 degrees. Go back to the pan and sprinkle your cheese on the bottom of the pan, and then put 6-8 slices of limes spread out on the bottom of the pan. Take the chicken breasts and stuff them with cheese until they are hard to close, and then place them in the pan. Sprinkle leftover cheese on top and place the rest of the lime slices ontop on the breasts.
Stick the chicken in the oven and in 45 minutes you'll have
LIME de CHICKEN
Enjoy!
(and try not to think about the chicken you just killed...it might KILL your appetite. haha.)