we reached the summit

i was sir edmund hillary for a reason, but i think it's time to be myself.

take a look: notdaughters.blogspot.com

film festival

this is my film festival video:

https://youtu.be/96x3ePjVwo0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I63ck3Wa_Yo

im sorry that the sound and video quality is lousy but so am i.
here are the words to the poem, (because you can't hear it sometimes)

"Our cold fingers dance on desktops, Playing beautiful sonatas our piano teachers could never teach us on pianos that aren't there,
and we are terrified.

We are terrified that we will wake up one day, working a boring desk job, and realize our life has lost its meaning 

We are terrified of the sunsets that fade before we can breathe them in, 
the cotton candy that melts in our mouths before we can close our eyes, 
and the breathtaking moments that pass all-too-quickly

We are terrified because every passing hour brings us closer to our future, and we are terrified we will be unprepared

We are terrified of clocks

The clock must have a gravitational pull, because I can't take my eyes off of it. Do the minutes that pass by add time to my life or take it away?

Today I put my fingers next to my windpipe and my eyes on the clock, counting how many times my heart pumps blood through my body in one minute. 68.

Some say it takes less then 68 heartbeats to fall in love,

Others believe it takes many more.

It can take one heartbeat for a bullet to end your life, but thousands for an illness to do the same.

68 heartbeats is enough to change your life.

One minute can change your life.

One minute can change everything.

I have been alive for 9,122,351 minutes, and I'm terrified.

I'm terrified of wasting my life on irrelevance, because my empty bank account can't tell me how many heartbeats I have left, and, call me a typical teenager, but I want to live like I'm dying

I'm terrified of growing old, losing creativity, accepting a routine lifestyle, or becoming just plain boring. I'm avoiding it as best as I can, but I'm still terrified

I'm terrified because yesterday I was in 4th grade, doing tricks on top of the monkey bars to impress Adam Westfield, and today I'm supposed to be ordering a cap and gown

I'm terrified because when I'm doing something I love, when my heartbeat is soaring at 120 beats per minute and I feel like I'm about to explode, I know my heart has to return, back to the steady 68.

I'm terrified a time will come where I can't go camping almost every weekend, and I won't be able to live in a tent forever.

I'm ready to grow up, I am. I know how to take care of myself now. Yes, I'm ready. Ready, but  terrified.

I am terrified of moments that I can't freeze

I am terrified of the time I can't stop

But most of all,

I am terrified of clocks."

Sierra is a wonderful writer and an even better person, i hope you all check out her blog: http://buggyisme.blogspot.com/

this isn't about the blue motor scooter in my garage

dear Mr. Kyle Nelson and Mr. Colby Barton and A4 creative writing class (and anyone else reading this),

i'm afraid to share my writing and especially out loud. I tried to come up with some possible reasons as to why that is:

1. I've had bad experiences sharing in the past, and I just think of myself reading in a bad way. because I know I look nervous, I sound nervous, and me knowing that I am nervous makes me even more nervous?

2. maybe it's the (idea of a) podium? 

3. because "poetry" and "slam poetry" are different, and I don't think I write slam poetry- so when I say it out loud, it doesn't sound as good as when you read it in your head?

4. because it's personal, it's from the heart. people might not understand, even though you hear it all the time and it's so "relatable" and so *snaps* and so "uuNNH" 

5. I don't know

black⬛️⬛️out

"he spent Wednesday up the canyon"

"I use less. I like that."

"his plan threatened Barack Obama"

"some losers: they make the partyers unravel"

"depression joined her for several years. she had survived"

closing statements

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4y73LRXALJU



"Hi im zac ford
But you might know me as “Sir Edmund Hillary”
I chose the name Sir Edmund Hillary because he climbed mountains and did hard things.
In this class, I wanted to “climb mountains” and do hard things.
Obviously I couldn’t have made it to the summit without my “Sherpa” Mr. Nelson.

A bit about me:?
I’ve kissed as many girls as I am years alive
And I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
I like to take pictures but I defiantly don’t consider myself a photographer
I have weighed 116 pounds for 10 months
And I have 10 pairs of shoes.
I don’t think im afraid of being “who I am”
And my friends say that I am “good at doing things im not supposed to”.
I wear classes when I drive
And I don’t really like Christmas or my birthday or physical contact or swimming.
I think for the most part I am glad I took this class and shared my writing and got feedback.
Thank you for reading my blog and/or watching this video,
“its time” to “become one” and “reach your peak”
thank you"

#sorry
this doesn't really explain who i am

my heart isn't multicolored

"This is your heart"

october 29, 2015

tibblefork reservoir

american fork canyon, utah