Everyone has an addiction of some sort, whether they are good or bad. People have addictions for a number of reasons. Some to feel good, some to escape, and some to just have something to do. Mrs. Dubose’s addiction started because she had to take morphine for her illness, but it soon developed into a need. She needed it to escape the pain of this world and to just feel normal for a short period of time.
Mrs. Dubose wanted to break her addiction because she wanted so badly to die without it. She wanted to die without having to depend on something. By doing this, she proved herself to be a strong and courageous person; although, she was not proving it to anyone but herself. She was not seeking to please anyone, but instead to feel a little bit better about herself before she died.
I have many addictions. One of my big addictions is makeup. It’s not cheek makeup or lip makeup or even eye makeup. I’m addiction to cover up. Since about fifth grade I have had the worst acne. I’ve been on a number of different medications for it; so many I can’t even remember them all. I have tried and tried to get rid of my skin problem. In seventh grade, I begged my mom to get me some cover up to try and eventually she gave in. At first, I didn’t use too much of it, but I started to like the way I looked so I used even more. I would add more and more each time I applied to create a better image of my face. It made me look better, or so I thought. My mom and brother started to tell me not to use so much and that I looked better without it, but I didn’t give in.
I still use cover up now, even when my face is not breaking out. It’s become so much of an addiction that I just can’t stop. I want to get rid of this addiction, but I know that as long as I have acne and acne scars I won’t. I want to have pretty skin that’s not covered in makeup. I want to prove to myself that looks are not everything and that I can live without looking perfect.
Even though Mrs. Dubose and my addictions may seem very different, they are alike at the same time. Both addictions are used to feel better about ourselves and both addictions are wanted to be broken to prove to ourselves that we are better then that.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Real Courage- Rough Draft #1
"Maria, your so fat and ugly!"
"No I'm not..."
"Yes you are! And you're useless, too! Just go away no one wants you here!"
We were at church one Sunday and some of the kids were being mean to Maria. They usually do that every Sunday, but this time in particular made me furious. We were all sitting at our usual table in the Hellenic Center during coffee hour and eating the cookies and other snacks they had that day. My best friend Alex, her brother Pantelis, my brother Connor, Maria, her brother Pantelis, Lucas, Peter, Koula, her brother Yianni, and I were at the table that day. We were laughing and talking and having a good time together, as usual; nothing was quite wrong yet.
"I'm going to get something to drink," I announced.
"Okay!" everyone replied.
I grabbed my plate and my cup and walked over to the trash can first to throw away my plate. Then, I walked over to the drink table to pour myself some fruit punch. When I got there, there was a little girl about 4 years old attempting to pour herself a drink. She was wearing a beautiful white dress and in an effort to save the dress from turning red, I grabbed the bottle from her and poured it into her cup. Then, I carried her cup back to her table so she would not spill it. I talked to her for about 10 seconds before she noticed her little brother and ran off to go play with him. So, I walked back to the drink table to pour myself a drink again. I was successful this time and began to walk back to the table with all my friends. As I approached the table I noticed that everyone was laughing except for Maria. Upon closer inspection, I realized that Maria was crying. I walked over to her and asked her what was the matter. All I got in reply was the shake of a head.
"Maria, come here," I said.
"No. I'm fi—ne," she replied between sobs.
"Maria, you're not fine. Come with me."
I finally persuaded her to come with me. As we were walking away, I could hear the laughter explode again from our table again. I had no idea what had happened, but I could tell it was not good and by then I was already mad. I took Maria's hand and lead her to the bathroom. I sat her down on the counter and began to dry her eyes with a paper towel.
"Maria, tell me what's wrong."
"Th—ey were ma—ki—ng fun of m—e," she sobbed.
"What?!" I shouted. "What were they saying?!"
"Tha—t I'm fa—t and ug—ly and no one li—kes me and to just g—o a—way."
"Why would they say that? Maria, don't listen to anything they say. They are just stupid and immature. And do you know what? I love you. So that's all that matters."
At that, her eyes lit up and I could see the beginning of a smile.
"Do you really?" she asked."Yes, of course I do! Don't be silly! Now I'm going to yell at all of them," I told her even though I was halfway out the door.
I heard the door shut behind me, but a moment to late and I turned to find Maria following me. I assumed she just wanted to see what happened to them so I continued toward the table. It was later that I realized that she was trying to stop me from what I was about to do.
"WHO WAS MAKING FUN OF MARIA!" I shouted at all of them.
All the fingers pointed towards Connor. Of course, I should have known it would be my brother. Some fingers drifted towards Lucas, too, which made perfect sense since they are best friends and partners in crime. I debated on who to yell at first and decided on Connor since he is my brother.
"Connor! You stupid idiot! Why would you say those things to Maria?! She is not stupid or fat or ugly or useless and for your information I love her! Don't you ever, EVER say those things to her again. Don't you say those things to anyone! And Lucas... why do you always follow suit?! Do things for yourself and not what Connor does!"
I didn't even give them a chance to try to answer before I turned on my heels and stormed away with Maria right behind me.
"Cassie, thank you so much for doing that," Maria said when we were far enough away from everyone. "No one has ever stood up for me. It makes me feel like someone actually cares about me. That was so awesome of you to do. Thank you!"
"No I'm not..."
"Yes you are! And you're useless, too! Just go away no one wants you here!"
We were at church one Sunday and some of the kids were being mean to Maria. They usually do that every Sunday, but this time in particular made me furious. We were all sitting at our usual table in the Hellenic Center during coffee hour and eating the cookies and other snacks they had that day. My best friend Alex, her brother Pantelis, my brother Connor, Maria, her brother Pantelis, Lucas, Peter, Koula, her brother Yianni, and I were at the table that day. We were laughing and talking and having a good time together, as usual; nothing was quite wrong yet.
"I'm going to get something to drink," I announced.
"Okay!" everyone replied.
I grabbed my plate and my cup and walked over to the trash can first to throw away my plate. Then, I walked over to the drink table to pour myself some fruit punch. When I got there, there was a little girl about 4 years old attempting to pour herself a drink. She was wearing a beautiful white dress and in an effort to save the dress from turning red, I grabbed the bottle from her and poured it into her cup. Then, I carried her cup back to her table so she would not spill it. I talked to her for about 10 seconds before she noticed her little brother and ran off to go play with him. So, I walked back to the drink table to pour myself a drink again. I was successful this time and began to walk back to the table with all my friends. As I approached the table I noticed that everyone was laughing except for Maria. Upon closer inspection, I realized that Maria was crying. I walked over to her and asked her what was the matter. All I got in reply was the shake of a head.
"Maria, come here," I said.
"No. I'm fi—ne," she replied between sobs.
"Maria, you're not fine. Come with me."
I finally persuaded her to come with me. As we were walking away, I could hear the laughter explode again from our table again. I had no idea what had happened, but I could tell it was not good and by then I was already mad. I took Maria's hand and lead her to the bathroom. I sat her down on the counter and began to dry her eyes with a paper towel.
"Maria, tell me what's wrong."
"Th—ey were ma—ki—ng fun of m—e," she sobbed.
"What?!" I shouted. "What were they saying?!"
"Tha—t I'm fa—t and ug—ly and no one li—kes me and to just g—o a—way."
"Why would they say that? Maria, don't listen to anything they say. They are just stupid and immature. And do you know what? I love you. So that's all that matters."
At that, her eyes lit up and I could see the beginning of a smile.
"Do you really?" she asked."Yes, of course I do! Don't be silly! Now I'm going to yell at all of them," I told her even though I was halfway out the door.
I heard the door shut behind me, but a moment to late and I turned to find Maria following me. I assumed she just wanted to see what happened to them so I continued toward the table. It was later that I realized that she was trying to stop me from what I was about to do.
"WHO WAS MAKING FUN OF MARIA!" I shouted at all of them.
All the fingers pointed towards Connor. Of course, I should have known it would be my brother. Some fingers drifted towards Lucas, too, which made perfect sense since they are best friends and partners in crime. I debated on who to yell at first and decided on Connor since he is my brother.
"Connor! You stupid idiot! Why would you say those things to Maria?! She is not stupid or fat or ugly or useless and for your information I love her! Don't you ever, EVER say those things to her again. Don't you say those things to anyone! And Lucas... why do you always follow suit?! Do things for yourself and not what Connor does!"
I didn't even give them a chance to try to answer before I turned on my heels and stormed away with Maria right behind me.
"Cassie, thank you so much for doing that," Maria said when we were far enough away from everyone. "No one has ever stood up for me. It makes me feel like someone actually cares about me. That was so awesome of you to do. Thank you!"
Real Courage- Focused Freewriting
"Maria, your so fat and ugly!"
"No I'm not..."
"Yes you are! And your useless, too! Just go away no one wants you here!"
We were at church one Sunday and all the kids were being mean to Maria. They usually do that every Sunday, but this time in particular made me furious. We were all sitting at our usual table in the Hellenic Center during coffee hour and eating the cookies and other snacks they had that day. My best friend Alex, her brother Pantelis, my brother Connor, Maria, her brother Pantelis, Lucas, Peter, Koula, her brother Yianni, and I were at the table that day. We were laughing and talking and having a good time together, as usual; nothing was quite wrong yet.
"I'm going to get something to drink," I announced.
"Okay!" everyone replied.
I grabbed my plate and my cup and walked over to the trash can first to throw away my plate. Then, I walked over to the drink table to pour myself some fruit punch. When I got there, there was a little about 4 years old attempting to pour herself a drink. She was wearing a beautiful white dress and in an effort to save the dress from turning red, I grabbed the bottle from her and poured it into her cup. Then, I carried her cup back to her table so she would not spill it. I talked to her for about 10 seconds before she noticed her little brother and ran off to go play with him. So, I walked back to the drink table to pour myself a drink again. I was successful this time and began to walk back to the table with all my friends. As I approached the table I noticed that everyone was laughing except for Maria. Upon closer inspection, I realized that Maria was crying. I walked over to her and asked her what was the matter. All I got in reply was the shake of a head.
"Maria, come here," I said.
"No. I'm fi--ne," she replied between sobs.
"Maria, your not fine. Come with me."
I finally convinced her to come with me. As we were walking away, I could hear the laughter explode again from our table. I had no idea what had happened, but I could tell it was not good and by then I was already mad. I took Maria's hand and lead her to the bathroom. I sat her down on the counter and began to dry her eyes with a paper towel.
"Maria, tell me what's wrong."
"Th--ey were ma--ki--ng fun of m--e," she sobbed.
"What?!" I shouted. "What were they saying?!"
"Tha--t I'm fa--t and ug--ly and no one li--kes me and to just g--o a--way."
"Why would they say that? Maria, don't listen to anything they say. They are just stupid and immature. And do you know what? I love you. So that's all that matters."
At that, her eyes lit up and I could see the beginnings of a smile.
"Do you really?" she asked.
"Yes, of course I do! Don't be silly! Now I'm going to yell at all of them," I told her even though I was halfway out the door.
I heard the door shut behind me, but a moment to late and I turned to find Maria following me. I assumed she just wanted to see what happened to them so I continued toward the table.
"WHO WAS MAKING FUN OF MARIA!" I shouted at all of them.
All the fingers pointed towards Connor. Of course, I should have known it would be my brother. Some fingers drifted towards Lucas, too, which made perfect sense since they are best friends and partners in crime. I debated on who to yell at first and decided on Connor since he is my brother.
"Connor! You stupid idiot! Why would you say those things to Maria?! She is not stupid or fat or ugly or useless and for your information I love her! Don't you ever, EVER say those things to her again. Don't you say those things to anyone! And Lucas... why do you always follow suit?! Do things for yourself and not what Connor does!"
I didn't even give them a chance to try to answer before I turned on my heels and stormed away with Maria right behind me.
"Cassie, thank you so much for doing that," Maria said when we were far enough away from everyone. "No one has ever stood up for me. It makes me feel like someone actually cares about me. That was so awesome of you to do. Thank you!"
"No I'm not..."
"Yes you are! And your useless, too! Just go away no one wants you here!"
We were at church one Sunday and all the kids were being mean to Maria. They usually do that every Sunday, but this time in particular made me furious. We were all sitting at our usual table in the Hellenic Center during coffee hour and eating the cookies and other snacks they had that day. My best friend Alex, her brother Pantelis, my brother Connor, Maria, her brother Pantelis, Lucas, Peter, Koula, her brother Yianni, and I were at the table that day. We were laughing and talking and having a good time together, as usual; nothing was quite wrong yet.
"I'm going to get something to drink," I announced.
"Okay!" everyone replied.
I grabbed my plate and my cup and walked over to the trash can first to throw away my plate. Then, I walked over to the drink table to pour myself some fruit punch. When I got there, there was a little about 4 years old attempting to pour herself a drink. She was wearing a beautiful white dress and in an effort to save the dress from turning red, I grabbed the bottle from her and poured it into her cup. Then, I carried her cup back to her table so she would not spill it. I talked to her for about 10 seconds before she noticed her little brother and ran off to go play with him. So, I walked back to the drink table to pour myself a drink again. I was successful this time and began to walk back to the table with all my friends. As I approached the table I noticed that everyone was laughing except for Maria. Upon closer inspection, I realized that Maria was crying. I walked over to her and asked her what was the matter. All I got in reply was the shake of a head.
"Maria, come here," I said.
"No. I'm fi--ne," she replied between sobs.
"Maria, your not fine. Come with me."
I finally convinced her to come with me. As we were walking away, I could hear the laughter explode again from our table. I had no idea what had happened, but I could tell it was not good and by then I was already mad. I took Maria's hand and lead her to the bathroom. I sat her down on the counter and began to dry her eyes with a paper towel.
"Maria, tell me what's wrong."
"Th--ey were ma--ki--ng fun of m--e," she sobbed.
"What?!" I shouted. "What were they saying?!"
"Tha--t I'm fa--t and ug--ly and no one li--kes me and to just g--o a--way."
"Why would they say that? Maria, don't listen to anything they say. They are just stupid and immature. And do you know what? I love you. So that's all that matters."
At that, her eyes lit up and I could see the beginnings of a smile.
"Do you really?" she asked.
"Yes, of course I do! Don't be silly! Now I'm going to yell at all of them," I told her even though I was halfway out the door.
I heard the door shut behind me, but a moment to late and I turned to find Maria following me. I assumed she just wanted to see what happened to them so I continued toward the table.
"WHO WAS MAKING FUN OF MARIA!" I shouted at all of them.
All the fingers pointed towards Connor. Of course, I should have known it would be my brother. Some fingers drifted towards Lucas, too, which made perfect sense since they are best friends and partners in crime. I debated on who to yell at first and decided on Connor since he is my brother.
"Connor! You stupid idiot! Why would you say those things to Maria?! She is not stupid or fat or ugly or useless and for your information I love her! Don't you ever, EVER say those things to her again. Don't you say those things to anyone! And Lucas... why do you always follow suit?! Do things for yourself and not what Connor does!"
I didn't even give them a chance to try to answer before I turned on my heels and stormed away with Maria right behind me.
"Cassie, thank you so much for doing that," Maria said when we were far enough away from everyone. "No one has ever stood up for me. It makes me feel like someone actually cares about me. That was so awesome of you to do. Thank you!"
Sunday, March 14, 2010
College Question Essay #3
What advice about life- either serious or lighthearted- would you share with a 10-year-old?
I would tell a 10-year-old to never let anyone bring them down. 10-year-olds usually have these crazy dreams of things they want to do when they get older and more often then not, someone is going to tell them its impossible and they will lose that dream. Also more often then not, that person that told them it was impossible was wrong. Kids are going to get made fun of for things and they are going to get discouraged, but they have to just push past it and go for what they want. Everyone gets discouraged in their lives, and it’s a horrible feeling, but other people don't know how they think; they probably just say mean things because they are jealous. I want to tell a 10-year-old to just be themselves and go for what they want. What other people think of them doesn't really matter and I want to save a 10-year-old from that feeling of discouragement.
I would tell a 10-year-old to never let anyone bring them down. 10-year-olds usually have these crazy dreams of things they want to do when they get older and more often then not, someone is going to tell them its impossible and they will lose that dream. Also more often then not, that person that told them it was impossible was wrong. Kids are going to get made fun of for things and they are going to get discouraged, but they have to just push past it and go for what they want. Everyone gets discouraged in their lives, and it’s a horrible feeling, but other people don't know how they think; they probably just say mean things because they are jealous. I want to tell a 10-year-old to just be themselves and go for what they want. What other people think of them doesn't really matter and I want to save a 10-year-old from that feeling of discouragement.
Respone to Harrison Bergeron
Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut
The story Harrison Bergeron is about a world where everyone is completely equal and no one is allowed to be better.
-Why would the government not allow people to use their talents to their fullest ability?
-What experiences in your life could relate to everyone having to be equal?
-What in today's society would have contributed to the reason the author wrote about everyone being equal?
The government in Harrison Bergeron felt that anyone that was too smart or too pretty or too strong or too good at anything was a threat. People that were smart had to wear aids in their ears and anytime they were thinking of something on a higher level they would hear a noise in their head to make the thought stop. The government thought that people that thought of higher things could think of a way to over rule them. The government was also scared that people that were smarter would make the other people feel bad about themselves. In reality though, the government can't have control over that. They should let people be who they are and let them give what they have to offer.
In school, smarter people are often put into lower level classes becuase they don't want the not as smart kids to feel bad that they aren't in the higher level classes. Smarter people are also not usually challenged as much because the teachers have to wait until everyone else understands it, too. I know this because I fall in the smarter category. I am put in higher level classes, but often times I feel like I am not working as hard as I could because the work that is being given is for the lower level people to understand, too. This is really unfair to me because I feel like I could be doing more, but yet I am not challenged as much as I should be.
The author, Kurt Vonnegut, probably wrote this story because society is being dumbed down. Most people now don't like to think too hard about things or do anything that would require too much work. Most people look for the easy way out. In schools, there is the "no child left behind" law, meaning that kids that are not as smart should be given more chances to pass so that they do not look or feel stupid. The government does not want kids feeling like they are anything less then the smarter kids. That's not what it comes to, though; it's what people have to offer. Someone who is not smart might be an amazing dancer, so they have that to offer. The author wanted to show that what the government is portraying as "right" is not really the right thing at all. He wanted to show that people are not always equal in their abilities, but they should be allowed to use them.
The story Harrison Bergeron is about a world where everyone is completely equal and no one is allowed to be better.
-Why would the government not allow people to use their talents to their fullest ability?
-What experiences in your life could relate to everyone having to be equal?
-What in today's society would have contributed to the reason the author wrote about everyone being equal?
The government in Harrison Bergeron felt that anyone that was too smart or too pretty or too strong or too good at anything was a threat. People that were smart had to wear aids in their ears and anytime they were thinking of something on a higher level they would hear a noise in their head to make the thought stop. The government thought that people that thought of higher things could think of a way to over rule them. The government was also scared that people that were smarter would make the other people feel bad about themselves. In reality though, the government can't have control over that. They should let people be who they are and let them give what they have to offer.
In school, smarter people are often put into lower level classes becuase they don't want the not as smart kids to feel bad that they aren't in the higher level classes. Smarter people are also not usually challenged as much because the teachers have to wait until everyone else understands it, too. I know this because I fall in the smarter category. I am put in higher level classes, but often times I feel like I am not working as hard as I could because the work that is being given is for the lower level people to understand, too. This is really unfair to me because I feel like I could be doing more, but yet I am not challenged as much as I should be.
The author, Kurt Vonnegut, probably wrote this story because society is being dumbed down. Most people now don't like to think too hard about things or do anything that would require too much work. Most people look for the easy way out. In schools, there is the "no child left behind" law, meaning that kids that are not as smart should be given more chances to pass so that they do not look or feel stupid. The government does not want kids feeling like they are anything less then the smarter kids. That's not what it comes to, though; it's what people have to offer. Someone who is not smart might be an amazing dancer, so they have that to offer. The author wanted to show that what the government is portraying as "right" is not really the right thing at all. He wanted to show that people are not always equal in their abilities, but they should be allowed to use them.
Novel Response #3
The Piano Teacher by Janice Y.K. Lee
In the book The Piano Teacher, the Japanese take over Hong Kong and everyone that is not Asian is forced into an internment camp. These people have done nothing wrong but they are being treated horribly because their countries are at war. When they ask for simple things to help their living conditions become better, they are ignored.
-What in the book shows that what the Japanese did to these people is unfair?
-What in your life is something that you thought was unfair?
-How could you relate this book to the way society is divided unfairly?
The Japanese put all of the non-Asian people in internment camps because since they had won the war, they thought they were superior to everyone else. However, they were putting civilians in these internment camps, which is not fair because the civilians didn't do anything. They came to Hong Kong to find a new life and they were put in these horrible camps. These people had done nothing wrong; they were treated unfairly because their countries were at war with Japan. The Japanese didn't like people that weren't like them because they were different. The Japanese people did this to these people because they felt like they could. They felt like they were so in control because they had won the war. They wanted to do everything they could to show the world that they had power and would not stop. In this process, innocent people were hurt.
People in my life sometimes treat me unfairly because I come from a different background. Often times, people think I'm weird because I'm Greek and I get made fun of a lot. People probably do this to me because they think they are so much better because they are all American. The truth is, their ancestors are from a different country, too. Just because my family recently came over from Greece, they think they are better then me. People take any opportunity they get to feel like they are better then other people. I know that they are no better then me, but it is very unfair how I am treated.
In our society, we have created this image of normality. If someone is just a little different, then they are treated very poorly. For instance, white people (not all white people) feel as if they are much better then African Americans. Those people were forced to come to America to be our slaves because their skin color is different. When slaves were banned, there was segregation between white people and African Americans because we still thought we were better then them. Today, there are still some white people who treat African Americans unfairly because they are different. Everyone has something different to offer to this world and everyone has to respect that even if they feel they are better then someone else. African Americans never did anything to white people and yet, they were treated horribly. Why did we do this? Because they are just a little bit different.
In the book The Piano Teacher, the Japanese take over Hong Kong and everyone that is not Asian is forced into an internment camp. These people have done nothing wrong but they are being treated horribly because their countries are at war. When they ask for simple things to help their living conditions become better, they are ignored.
-What in the book shows that what the Japanese did to these people is unfair?
-What in your life is something that you thought was unfair?
-How could you relate this book to the way society is divided unfairly?
The Japanese put all of the non-Asian people in internment camps because since they had won the war, they thought they were superior to everyone else. However, they were putting civilians in these internment camps, which is not fair because the civilians didn't do anything. They came to Hong Kong to find a new life and they were put in these horrible camps. These people had done nothing wrong; they were treated unfairly because their countries were at war with Japan. The Japanese didn't like people that weren't like them because they were different. The Japanese people did this to these people because they felt like they could. They felt like they were so in control because they had won the war. They wanted to do everything they could to show the world that they had power and would not stop. In this process, innocent people were hurt.
People in my life sometimes treat me unfairly because I come from a different background. Often times, people think I'm weird because I'm Greek and I get made fun of a lot. People probably do this to me because they think they are so much better because they are all American. The truth is, their ancestors are from a different country, too. Just because my family recently came over from Greece, they think they are better then me. People take any opportunity they get to feel like they are better then other people. I know that they are no better then me, but it is very unfair how I am treated.
In our society, we have created this image of normality. If someone is just a little different, then they are treated very poorly. For instance, white people (not all white people) feel as if they are much better then African Americans. Those people were forced to come to America to be our slaves because their skin color is different. When slaves were banned, there was segregation between white people and African Americans because we still thought we were better then them. Today, there are still some white people who treat African Americans unfairly because they are different. Everyone has something different to offer to this world and everyone has to respect that even if they feel they are better then someone else. African Americans never did anything to white people and yet, they were treated horribly. Why did we do this? Because they are just a little bit different.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
A Song That Describes Me
Miss Independent by Ne-Yo
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
ooh it's somethin' about
Just somethin about the way she move
I cant figure it out
there's somethin about her
said ooh its somethin about
kinda woman that want you but dont need you
hey I cant figure it out
there's something about her
cause she walk like a boss
talk like a boss
manicured nails to set the pedicure off
shes fly effortlessly
and she move like a boss
do what a boss do
she got me thinkin about getting involved
thats the kinda girl I need oh
she got her own thing thats why I love her
miss independent
wont you come and spend a little time?
she got her own thing
thats why I love her
miss independent
ooh the way we shine
miss independent yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, oh
ooh there's somethin about
kinda woman that can do for herself
I look at her and it makes me proud
theres somethin about her
theres somethin oh so sexy about
kinda woman that dont even need my help
she said she got it she got it no doubt
there's something about her
cause she work like a boss play like a boss
car and a crib she bout to pay em both off
and her bills are paid on time
she made for a boss, only a boss
anything less she tellin them to get lost
thats the girl thats on my mind
she got her own thing thats why I love her
miss independent
wont you come and spend a little time?
she got her own thing
thats why I love her
miss independent
ooh the way we shine
miss independent yeah
mmm her favorite thing to say
dont worry i got it
mmm and everything she got
best believe she bought it
mmm she gon' steal my heart
aint no doubt about it
girl you're everything I need
said you're everything I need
yeah yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, oh
she got her own thing thats why I love her
miss independent
wont you come and spend a little time?
she got her own thing
thats why I love her
miss independent
ooh the way we shine
miss independent yeah
miss independent thats why I love her
The song “Miss Independent” describes me because I am very independent. I think and feel what I want and I’m never afraid to tell people what I feel. I always speak my mind. I don’t let people tell me what to do or how to act. I don’t like to be like everyone else, I like to stand out. Sometimes people don’t like independent people because they are different from others. This song is trying to show that when it says, “I can’t figure it out there's something about her.” People sometimes can’t figure out what they like about someone, but somehow there is always something that attracts them.
Another reason “Miss Independent” describes me is because I don’t need other people to lean on. Of course I need my family, but I will do perfectly fine in the world without a boy at my side. I’m not dependent on a boy to love or care for me. If there is someone in my life like that, then I will enjoy it, but I do not need that feeling. In the song it says, “Kinda woman that want you, but don’t need you.” I know that I want someone who is going to love me, but I do not need that to be myself. Some people feel like they need someone else to help them survive, but really the other person is making them weaker. People have to be strong enough to live on their own before they can invite someone else into their life. If someone depends too strongly on another person, then when that person leaves, they will have no idea how to continue on and how to live without someone else always there. I have been raised in such a way that I know better then to do this. My parents have taught me to be very independent and to not let anyone else control me.
“Miss Independent” also describes me because I feel like I am made for a well educated and sophisticated man. If there is someone that I think is not going to help me get to my fullest potential, then he is not right for me. I do not want someone that is going to think he has power over me because no man does. I am strong and I need a man that is going to compliment me. By that I mean someone who is also smart and wants to work and accomplish things. I need someone that is going to compliment me personality wise. When it says, “She made for a boss, only a boss anything less she telling them to get lost that’s the girl that’s on my mind” it shows that when someone knows what they want and who they are made for, they don’t want anything less then what they feel they deserve.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
ooh it's somethin' about
Just somethin about the way she move
I cant figure it out
there's somethin about her
said ooh its somethin about
kinda woman that want you but dont need you
hey I cant figure it out
there's something about her
cause she walk like a boss
talk like a boss
manicured nails to set the pedicure off
shes fly effortlessly
and she move like a boss
do what a boss do
she got me thinkin about getting involved
thats the kinda girl I need oh
she got her own thing thats why I love her
miss independent
wont you come and spend a little time?
she got her own thing
thats why I love her
miss independent
ooh the way we shine
miss independent yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, oh
ooh there's somethin about
kinda woman that can do for herself
I look at her and it makes me proud
theres somethin about her
theres somethin oh so sexy about
kinda woman that dont even need my help
she said she got it she got it no doubt
there's something about her
cause she work like a boss play like a boss
car and a crib she bout to pay em both off
and her bills are paid on time
she made for a boss, only a boss
anything less she tellin them to get lost
thats the girl thats on my mind
she got her own thing thats why I love her
miss independent
wont you come and spend a little time?
she got her own thing
thats why I love her
miss independent
ooh the way we shine
miss independent yeah
mmm her favorite thing to say
dont worry i got it
mmm and everything she got
best believe she bought it
mmm she gon' steal my heart
aint no doubt about it
girl you're everything I need
said you're everything I need
yeah yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, oh
she got her own thing thats why I love her
miss independent
wont you come and spend a little time?
she got her own thing
thats why I love her
miss independent
ooh the way we shine
miss independent yeah
miss independent thats why I love her
The song “Miss Independent” describes me because I am very independent. I think and feel what I want and I’m never afraid to tell people what I feel. I always speak my mind. I don’t let people tell me what to do or how to act. I don’t like to be like everyone else, I like to stand out. Sometimes people don’t like independent people because they are different from others. This song is trying to show that when it says, “I can’t figure it out there's something about her.” People sometimes can’t figure out what they like about someone, but somehow there is always something that attracts them.
Another reason “Miss Independent” describes me is because I don’t need other people to lean on. Of course I need my family, but I will do perfectly fine in the world without a boy at my side. I’m not dependent on a boy to love or care for me. If there is someone in my life like that, then I will enjoy it, but I do not need that feeling. In the song it says, “Kinda woman that want you, but don’t need you.” I know that I want someone who is going to love me, but I do not need that to be myself. Some people feel like they need someone else to help them survive, but really the other person is making them weaker. People have to be strong enough to live on their own before they can invite someone else into their life. If someone depends too strongly on another person, then when that person leaves, they will have no idea how to continue on and how to live without someone else always there. I have been raised in such a way that I know better then to do this. My parents have taught me to be very independent and to not let anyone else control me.
“Miss Independent” also describes me because I feel like I am made for a well educated and sophisticated man. If there is someone that I think is not going to help me get to my fullest potential, then he is not right for me. I do not want someone that is going to think he has power over me because no man does. I am strong and I need a man that is going to compliment me. By that I mean someone who is also smart and wants to work and accomplish things. I need someone that is going to compliment me personality wise. When it says, “She made for a boss, only a boss anything less she telling them to get lost that’s the girl that’s on my mind” it shows that when someone knows what they want and who they are made for, they don’t want anything less then what they feel they deserve.
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