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Death

Death is inevitable,

But involuntary.

On the subject some are irritable,

And then some are wary.

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Some have accepted it

sSince childhood.

Some don't want to admit 

There deaths likelihood.

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Some people die young,

Some people die old.

Some songs go unsung,

While some grow too bold.

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We all must grow used to it

It's just part of life.

No one gets a permit 

To by-pass deaths strife.

Clodagh Donnelly, Form 2

Secrets

By Stephanie Adu

“Can you keep a secret?” A simple question that all of us will be asked or have been asked at some time or another in our lives. Depending on whether the answer is yes or no that could lead to many different consequences. Secrets are often easy to share and come with little to no hassle, personal secrets that we keep to ourselves or harmless secrets between a close friend or a family member. However, in a lot of cases, especially with those friends and relatives, secrecy can end up being rather negative.

Personally, I have found that honesty and openness are the best ways to go in any sort of relationship as secrets can lead to a breakdown of trust. I’ve had friend who went behind my back, said awful things about me, kept things from me all under false pretense of being real friends. When I finally confronted them after learning all these things, the resulting argument ultimately led to the termination of a friendship that had lasted for six years. This is a clear example of the negative side of keeping secrets.

The trouble with keeping and sharing secrets is that you can never be fully sure of the intentions of your confidant. We’ve seen it in movies where the ‘villain’ under false guise gets a character to divulge secrets to them which are then used as a weapon of manipulation to get the character to do what the villain wants. Even in the relatable relationship between a brother and sister for instance, blackmail is rampant. Secrets are shared and promptly threatened to be exposed with a taunting “Do it or else I’ll tell mum.”. There is an almost riskiness to keeping secrets but that doesn’t repel us from doing it anyways.

In Shakespeare’s play ‘Hamlet’, King Claudius calls his secret – that he kills his brother – a ‘heavy’ burden. This rings true in the case of a lot of secrets. A lot of the time, secrets tend to weigh down on the conscience of a person and if it’s a particularly serious secret, it can cause the ‘secret-keeper’ a lot of distress. They are constantly being taunted and tormented – for lack of a better word – by their own ‘tattle-tale heart’. Though it seems impossible, I believe it would serve us better to try and keep fewer secrets. A person’s life is filled with so many other uncertainties, obstacles, problems that it is best secrets be avoided by, as aforementioned, being honest and open.

Of course, secrets seem to be deemed favorable because they can remove a person from a stick situation in the moment. However, they can lead to other things down the line as a secret is merely a mistruth and in some cases, a lie. Just because a secret does good at a certain point in time, can it really be justified? In cases concerning the law for example, a stubborn individual, adamant to keep their information secret, can hinder or slow down an important investigation by withholding this vital intel. A well-known celebrity’s career could suffer dramatically if any of their ‘dark’ personal secrets are revealed. A more identifiable example would be of a student being horribly bullied and keeping it from everyone else in their life. We are very aware especially in this day and age, that this particular instance can lead to serious mental or psychological issues and in some cases, fatal consequences. So whilst it may appear that secrets do good, it is apparent that often the effects tend to be more unpleasant.

The question now is why do we as human beings vehemently insist on keeping so many secrets? Is it because we’re looking for a quick break from trouble? Is it because we have insecurities? We can’t know for sure exactly why we do it but we can only try and figure it out. In my opinion, we do it because sometimes we just want to have something for ourselves or something to use to our advantage, to give us the upper-hand, to massage the survival instinct in us that makes us human. We feel as though we have an edge, a leg to stand on and like we can’t have the rug pulled out from underneath our feet. The truth of the matter is despite I do believe that secrets generally turn out bad, but on deeper reflection I can also acknowledge why people see the ardent need to keep them. Maybe the issue with secrets doesn’t lie with secrets themselves but rather emphasis should be put on more truth between people which could eradicate the worst of secrets. All in all, at the end of the day the decision and perhaps responsibility, to keep and share secrets falls into the hands of the individual. the mainly negative role secrets play in our lives, in some ways we still need them to go on. Certain issues, especially those pertaining to our innermost thoughts or our private lives are sometimes best kept secret.

A week without my phone -blog

So, I've been dared to spend one week without my phone. Ha! This will be the easiest 20 quid I've ever earned.

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Monday
Tuesday

OK, so maybe I started off a wee bit too confident. No, I don't need my phone. I'm not constantly plagued with the thought that I will miss something important on social media. Of course not. Ha ha?

Wednesday

Oh,my,God! Flappy Bird! Oh how I how i miss thee! My fingers keep twitching. Hell I NEED TO PLAY SOMETHING!! 

Thursday

I slept in, Again! Heaven knows, I can't go one day without sleeping in without my alarm. Oh my alarm, I know I groaned when you woke me before, but how I miss you now.

Friday

INTERNET, SWEET INTERNET!! How I miss you so! How I long for google to bestow it's vast knowledge upon me once more!

Saturday

Nothing to do, nothing to do! At least ta school I was provided with distractions from the loss of my precious baby. Now I may only sit, staring blankly. "Mom, how did you survive!?

Sunday

One more day, just one more day. Then, then I shall be released from this cruel dare and reunited with my beloved. "Then, Golum, we shall have our Precious once more and no stinky hobbitses will ever steal Precious away again, Golum 

Clodagh Donnelly_-2M

Glass Pyramid Glory

Paris, the city of fashion, beauty and romance. I had always fantasized about the location. With it's gorgeous towering buildings and famous, historical landmarks.

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As a young child I had dreamed of the glorious, sunny,summer weather or the delicious croissants and pastries. As I grew my interests grew with me. [though I am still partial to a few sweets and buns] I became fascinated with history and so my fantasies changed to ones filled with gleaming, historical buildings and delicate paintings from centuries ago.

 

I think about this now, finally old enough to bring myself to this dreamland city. I walk through the streets in glee, gazing at the architectural genius invested in the buildings I see before me. I feel dwarfed by the towering Notre Dame and the other giant masterpieces. Beside me the Seine glistens in the sunlight, rushing the opposite direction to where i am headed.

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I am so incredibly excited, I am heading into the Louvre. An amazing, fabulous museum full of some of the most breathtaking paintings and sculptures in history!! I arrive at just past noon, so the sun is high in the sky. I am enjoying a piece of baguette as I look around. Although i am slightly disheartened at the length of the queue leading to the Glass Pyramid, I join the line and wait. 

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When I finally make it into the Louvre I instantly brush to Leonardo Da Vinci's works. I love Renaissance artists and Leonardo is one of my favourites. I am almost bouncing up and down at the thought of finally seeing the great Mona Lisa. 

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When I make it to the Mona Lisa there is a large crowd of tourists, pushing and shoving like it's the end of the world. In front of them is 'her'. The beautiful, detailed portrait that Leonardo kept with him for many years of his life. The Mona Lisa. She is hanging behind a thick wall of bullet proof glass. I can tell you this, I am not disappointed. She is beautiful. Leonardo must have been very proud of her.

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Anyway I am not disappointed with anything today. With the sculptures standing proudly and the paintings hanging there waiting to be admired. Everything I laid eyes on took my breath away.

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Eventually I had to leave, and as I stepped out of the museum and into the Glass Pyramid, I looked up. The sun warm on my face and my mind free to marvel at the beautiful construction. I left with a single awefilled thought, glorious.  

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The Bookworm

Clodagh Donnelly (2M)

She went there each and every day,

not to mess and not to play.

She smiled with her chosen book in hand,

and sat for she'd rather sit than stand.

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So as she opened up the pages

she knew that soon she'd be gone for ages and ages.

Because though she would not move at all,

soon the book in her hand would be a ball.

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For she was reading about a big game,

where she was the winner again and again.

So when she decided to return,

she closed the book and sighed, the loyal bookworm.

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