Government and day care

The government should not get involved with the day care situation because whatever the government gets its dirty hands on, it corrupts. Some parents make barely enough for a living and if the government provided day care centers, the supervisors and employees of the center would have to get paid too and then the government would most likely raise taxes again. Parents should drop their kids off at a relatives or close friends house before work. This would also ensure the child's safety; where as, children in day care centers might be molested or abused. This could very well be a biased essay, but in my opinion, the government are just all money sucking liars. The government should do its job and only protect the people. They have already done more than enough to ruin our economy; so in conclusion, the day care centers for the children, should be up to the business's or job places that the parents work at and the parents themselves.

Love to Me

Something I value is love . "Love" . Something a lot of people value ; but , to me Love is something different . Similar to loving milk but hating chocolate milk . More like loving Ice cream and cake but not ice cream cake . Love to me , is different . Love is an opportunity ; a change ; something painful , but something soft and caring . Overall , love is the best and worst thing for me . Love is like a thousand beautiful roses that is peacefully blooming on an old country plain with windmills turning in the background . When you smell the roses you smell its sweetness but when you touch it , you bleed . This is probably why i hate roses ; the redness of its petals reminding me of blood and pain . A rose always comes back to hurt you when all you did was want to take some of its beauty with away you . Love is a rose . Sweet and bitter , graceful and hateful , beautiful and scary . Love is the adrenaline in your body when you're excited or anxious . Another way to explain it , is what was written in a book . " A relationship is hostile , needing the other person yet wanting to be acknowledged as independent through the mere independence of the other person , beginning a process of relations and the meaning of independence in this case is the ability to transcend all situations with your own will and ambition . Finally , when you can accept the independence of the other person , that is love . But eventually , it becomes the feeling of possesion over another being and the feelings and relations that one feels at that point it what is called hatred . Therefor , love can only fail ". And that is why Love is something that I value even when it is hated by me .

My Summer '12

My summer was fun. Not the Best , but interesting with many new encounters . I'm not going to lie , the beginning was probably the darkest days of my entire life . But I'm not getting into the details on that particular subject . So I'll take the optimistic route and tell you about that highlights of my summer , Starting with my piano concert . As some of you know i play the piano and take private lessons . At my concert , there was a blonde lady who "forgot" to put my name on the repertoire . To be honest I don't like her . Her heads too big and she glares too much . Moving on , because she "forgot" , she put me in between " I wish I were a fish" and "Ode to Joy [Beethoven]" while I played Mozart's Sonata . That was pretty embarrassing considering how she was supposed to put the songs in order due to the difficulty of the piece  they would play ; she's too ignorant to understand that though . Later that day , My best friend and I went to Bob Evans where we barked at people and then got our nails done afterwards . The next thing we did that summer was go to Myrtle Beach , South Carolina . There's too many things to explain here so I'll just do a brief summary . We went in our camper after packing all of our things up and went south taking us around 16-18 hours . We stayed for a little over 1 1/2 . We went shopping at a nearby outlet mall and we went to a NASCAR Go-Kart track where a hefty guy followed me and my brother around . We ate out every other night . And on our way back , our tire popped in Princeton , West Virginia . It took us 8 hours more to get home . Next I went to Bethany's house and spent the night where we watched a whole bunch of movies . We went to church too and they did some kind of community handshake thing . They gave me some wine too , and earlier in that morning her sister , Ivan , walked in on me when I was peeing which made it really awkward . Last but not least , we bought my first car after going to several dealerships . We went from the 2012 Ford Focus to the Mazda 5 to the car we eventually bought , the 2012 Nissan Versa Hatchback . When we finally drove it home , my dad let me take it for a spin . He sorta taught me how to back out of the driveway but i hit him with the car instead and that resulted with him swearing he would never teach me how to drive , which i guess i can kind of understand . And this was how my summer went .

Michelle Heroco Dean

My name reminds me of many different things
to its meaning , to meadows , even mustaches too !
The Meaning , its meaning , like a god .

The smell of my name , let's see
something sweet , something fancy ,
something french and rolly

my personality , maybe bafoon like
but not being extroverted but
still being me
my name has a thousand different meanings

to me my name is doleful at times
reminding me of where the heroin always dies
a tragedy , it might , but still , the name , my name
has happy moments too

Heroco .
My grandmothers name
dead of a disease
only memories remain

i never knew this woman
who she was , or what she looked like
but somehow , we've been coneected
when her name became my middle name

she died october 10, 1980 .
And then i was born , March 5th , 1997 at 10:00 p.m.
she died , i was born , our numbers matching . get it ?

Dean
my last name
a popular one at that too
from sausasge to milk
to peoples first names too

Michelle Heroco Dean
a unique , strange , and witha taste of asperity
yet intriguing to me , myself , well
my name is me , and this is who i am .
And i'm not afraid to be me.

My #1 Rule

My number one rule , is to not shout in class .  In prior experience , i've learned that not only does it disturbe the classroom atmosphere , but it also effects the other students by not getting a chance to think about the question being asked . In Conclusion , shouting is just a disadvantage to everyone in the classroom .