Friday, January 1, 2010

Changing My Mind

Okay, so I changed my mind. Maybe not Opthamology. I'm thinking more...computer graphics. Editing. Making commercials. Making movies. I don't promise this as a career, unlike everything else I've wanted to be.




One day at a time.


One dream per minute.


A changed mind every second.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Why Ophthalmology, you may ask?


Okay. Call me crazy, but I think I've decided on what I want my profession to be. I really would like to become an Ophthalmologist. Ophthalmology is a branch of medicine that has to do with the diseases and surgeries of the visual pathways. This includes the eye, brain, and areas surrounding the eye, such as the eyelids and the lacrimal system. An ophthalmologist is also considered a surgeon.

The eye is very interesting, and I think it is very neat. When I would go to eye doctor appointments for my family members, I would always see eye diagrams. They always amazed me, and still do. I think this decision came along over time, and I'm hoping it won't change.


All it takes is 4 years of college, 4 years of medical school, and 3-4 years of internship.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Georgia. Hot, hot, Georgia...


Okay, I'll be honest. Georgia was fun, but it was SO hot! This is a picture of me in the cottage where the head keeper of a certain lighthouse lived. It was amazing! We also went on a dolphin tour, visited Juliette Gordon Low's house, went to the beach...it was a VERY interesting trip! I missed Ohio, though. Boy, am I glad to be home!

Friday, January 30, 2009

A Mother is a Lover


A mother is a lover
She cares for all our needs
Through all the ups and downs
Mom's solution upon we feed



A mother is a lover
Someone who knows us best
She's always in our hearts
And can pick us from the rest



A mother is a lover
Even in times of trouble
And in our time of despair
Her love for us will double



A mother is a lover
She isn't always around
But looks for us when we're lost
Our status soon is "Found"



A mother is a lover
Someone who deeply cares
No matter who it is
A mother's love is never rare



My mother is a lover
She's been with me my whole life
Just like God, she's on my side
Until the end of time

-Madison

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Ever After

Okay, so, we all know, that Junior Highs most likely have some sort of Drama Club- some sort of play. And, let it be heard, I signed up for Drama Club. Little did I know, auditions were more stressful, and open than they were last year, in Middle School. This year, we (being the students who auditioned) stood on stage in groups, and read through part of the script. Then...the scary part. Each auditioner (haha, my word) was to stand on the auditorium stage and actually, finally, AUDITION for the part he/she wanted. Me? I decided to audition for Mama in Man of the House.

My friends commented on my performance as "Great, you did awesome!" and "I'm sure you'll get the part!" But, to my misfortune, I wasn't cast as "Mama". Nor was to be in "Man of the House". I looked the cast list over *sigh*. My name was nowhere to be found. But, next to the results for was yet another Cast List- for a play called The Ever After. I scanned, scanned as far as the eye could see. And my finger stopped. My name. I found it. The words next to my name, read...Evil Queen. Whoa. I blinked, and read it over again. Yep, there it was. "Madison" was next to "Evil Queen".

But, no matter what my part, no matter in what play, I am blessed that I get to be part of the stage performance. Some of my friends have smaller parts than I do, and I am constantly told to be an optimist, not a pessimist. So, with that being said, I got my script, and I read it over. I smiled. This. Would. Be. FUN.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Way Back When...

Friday, September 26, 2008

Half-and-Half Drawing


This is the drawing I did for art- the one where you had half of a picture, and you had to draw the other half. At first, I thought this was going to be easy. But I was proven wrong. Talk about complicated! All my friends around me had great work, while my colors clashed. My parents thought it was "excellent" and "wonderful" and "great" while I thought it was a piece of "junk." I didn't think it was too great, but it also wasn't too bad.