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... So I had to write this poem for English... and Mom said I should post it so... pause for dramatic effect... I DID!
Ok here it is

 Song of Myself

David McFarland- B2 

I am David, and I’m a McFarland

I love living my life filled with laughter

I’m a friend, I’m a brother, and I’m a son

The world spins madly on, but I know the heart of life is good

( I really enjoy music, and know all the lyrics)

As I watch the world wind away,

In darkness and confusion,

I look for the light

The light in learning, the light in music

The light that comes from religion

I do believe, I believe in God

And yes, I’m a Mormon

I am not ashamed, for I have no reason

Light fills my life,

And I fear no darkness

Nature Nurtures me

I see its beauty

I see the birds

I hear their songs

I watch them fly

I am envious

I sing to the skies, and glory in music

It fills me

It is how I become a bird

It is how I fly

It is how I fly

I try to imagine a time

When the frosty blue wind blew anew

And the world was simpler

Was it paradise?

Or did the world ache for the knowledge it knew was out there,

And did not know how to find

I seek for that knowledge, I hope one day to gain it

And use it to form wisdom

Wisdom is power

Does that mean scholars are power hungry?

If so, I hope I am starving

And can feed on wisdom,

But sometimes it is easier

To go hungry

Ignorance is bliss; knowledge is power

I choose power

I seek remembrance,

I want to do good things

I seek to do good things

I hope to do good things

And that is a good thing.

So there it is...{ Insert clever phrase here{something something}}McLife:)

The Room by Joshua Harris

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed."

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.

I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

they are so good to me

FAMILY! (November 4)

As I was sitting in my apartment this morning, I had some spare time. As I sat listening to some general conference talks...I felt like I wanted to thank each of you for being such an influence on my life. Because truly? I think I owe it to all of you.

Mom: What would I do without you mom? I rely on your strength and comfort everyday! Seriously, I call you, what, 8 times a day? I am so grateful I was blessed with a mom so strong in the gospel, loving to her family, devoted to her callings, and centered on the Savior. I hope I get to be a mom like you are someday. I really do!! Thank you for letting me dump all my teen angst on you. Ha. Mom, if anything? I know you love me. you have always been there for me, and i hope you know i love you too!! I feel sad that I was such a little stinker in my younger years...and I feel like you got the brunt of it. If I could go back and tell little Jessie anything, it would be to become best friends with my mommy sooner. I love you!

Dad: Daddy-o-daddy-o-daddy. I remember one time I was sitting on the heater, crying because I was stressed about teaching a lesson (haha, oh jessie...) You came up to me, reached your hand down, and lifted me up and hugged me. I couldn't help but think of my Heavenly Father reaching down to all his children. Thank you for being an example of His love! I am grateful for the blessing of your priesthood in our home. You are a good man daddy. I love you.

TyTy: No person on earth has had so much joy as we did with our late night chats. I hope we continue them forever! I attribute most of my social success to you and your advice! SERIOUSLY> I love how deeply you feel for everybody around you. oh. and i am put to shame by your dance moves. everytime.

Daydo: I think you are one cool dude! but seriously. I hope that someday I get to be as smart, funny, and caring as you! Try not to break all the girls hearts ok?

Twinny: Hey princess! I think you should know that I look at your pictures hung on my wall EVERY DAY! It makes me feel so good :) You truly are the apple to my pie, the straw to my berry. I think one of these Fridays you need to come down to my apartment and have a sleepover with me! What do you say? :) KISSES!!

Agam: Monkey Chicken? You are spectacular.

thank you family! i cant wait to play all next week :)