Hey,
This is my journal ok? So EVERYTHING I WRITE IN HERE is about me and really nothing else.

My friends, Thank you for making me feel so a part of DA and giving me the confidence.

As the title suggests, I'm sick. With either a throat infection or the flu. And its nearly summer in Australia. Great. That's just great.

Also, I have had four exams that go about between 2-2 and a half hours each. Stupid school certificate. yesterday, I was struggling to concentrate with the stupid migraine thudding against my head, and the funny thing was the fact it was Maths and Histography-History and Geography. Don't ask-and I couldn't think. I swear that I thought I was going to vomit yesterday, but I didn't. Imagine me vomiting on the paper for the School Certificate. Yuck. Imagine what the markers would've said when they got to my paper. Ewww.

I only have 2 days left of school-tomorrow and Friday and then I have finished learning for the year!!! Yay...oh damn I'm doing a History competition so I have to go to school anyway. Great. Its an essay and if I win from NSW I'll go to either Gallipoli or the Western Front for the Dawn Service 2010.

I'll be helping my sister's class out with their Play they are performing at the Jetty theatre on the 10th of December, so if you live in Coffs you should come. I'm choreographing a dance for them, and if need be, I'll perform it with them so they can copy me if they need it. So, if you live in the Mid North Coast or feel like having an international holiday then you should come. Seriously, you should. The play is about Ancient Egypt.

Today marks a special day for everyone. It is Remembrance Day. Thank you to the soldiers that are fighting, fought and lived and especially to the ones that have died fighting for their countries. Thank you so very much to my self-proclaimed older brother Curt and to my cousin, Blake, who has just had his passing out march a month ago. Your choice is very brave.

I love you all so very, very much.
~Amy

Read This. Its very important to me. Yes, it is disturbing, and I want it to stop. It was emailed to me by a good friend and I wanted to do something more public about this disgusting thing parents do to children:

I know this is horrific to read and see, but if it helps to stop child abuse, we must all pass it on.


BLUE RIBBON AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
my eyes are swollen
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
what else could have made
my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
then maybe my Mommy
would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong
or else I'm locked up
all the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone
the house is dark
my folks aren't home.

When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
so maybe I'll get just
one whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
my daddy is back
from Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse
my name he calls
I press myself
against the wall.

I try and hide
from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
he shouts ugly words,
he says its my fault
that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
and yells at me more,
I finally get free
and I run for the door. He's already locked it
and I start to bawl,
he takes me and throws me
against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues
with more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!' I scream
but its now much too late
his face has been twisted
into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
again and again
oh please God, have mercy!
oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
and heads for the door,
while I lay there motionless
sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah
and I am but three,
tonight my daddy
murdered me.