4 word short- The Secret

It was easy. Easy to assimilate her into society, but no one ever wondered about the consequences...

The new girl was good news to the town. It was surprising that someone so young and pretty would move to a small town like that. Everyone was glad that there was a new face, something that changed the every day life that they were used to.

This girl was apparently nicer and better than the others, it was easy to notice. Some girls wanted to be their friends, some wanted to be like her, and others envied her for her perfectness.

Every morning she would pick up trash at the park, feed the birds, and help the elders, always with a smile in her face. The mayor never got tired of thanking her, soon enough it felt as if she had been lionized.

People were amazed, but others started to feel suspicious.... It was really weird for some like her, so young and with lots of possibilities, not be in some place else. So one day, when this girl was meticulously fixing the garden, a group of girls conspired to get into her house and try to find something suspicious.

Unfortunately, they did. Some stuff that they never expected. Turns out they found many articled a murder in Texas, and some weapons. These girls were shocked, they couldn't believe it. They obviously went to tell everybody. And everyone was shocked as well, dissension over powered and rumors started.

For being such a small town, the rumors obviously were heard by this girl, she was expressionless. People were taking it the wrong way!

So she gathered everyone and told them the truth...

Although she felt betrayed and hurt, she told the town that she lived in a bad neighborhood in Texas... And all her family had been killed when a group of crazy people entered her house when they were all there. She was the only one who survived. Very disturbed she decided to move to this small town that she had heard of just to start from cero. Tears runned through faces, and feeling guilty for the rumors the people from this town proposed to each other that they would give this girl what she wanted: a new beginning.

Clinical Review

NEW YORK STATE

UNIVERSITY

STATEMENT OF PROBLEM:

Holden Caulfield was seen at N.Y Physiological Clinic, for psychoanalyses on his current situation. Dr. Navarro, his personal doctor, referred him. The client was accompanied by Mrs. Caulfield (mother). She wants to gain information about Holden’s physiological state. The following is the summary of results based on the case history form, parent interview, assessment results and observations obtained before or during the evaluation.

CASE HISTORY:

The following information was gathered from the parent interview and the child history form.

Birth History

Medical History

Developmental History

School Performance

Behavioral Issues

Evaluation History

Holden is the product of and unremarkable full-term pregnancy. He had no newborn difficulties that parents recall. He hadn’t been in any clinic except when he cut his hand with window glass. His parents don’t recall any special problems in growth. He suffered the death of his little brother whom he was really close with at age of 13. Holden has been kicked out of four high schools for not meeting their requirements and failing every subject. After being kicked out it seems any effort approach a change in his studies. Holden has been greatly affected after his brother’s death, change has been noticed since the incident according to parents.

BEHAVIORAL OBSERVATIONS:

When first approached by the clinician, Holden seem to ignore everything that was told to him, annoyed. He ignored most of the questions asked. When the questions were repeated, he would make up his name and his personal information.

At the start of the evaluation he seemed obligated and not wanting to be there, he would either use cursory words, or act as if he had a wound that was bleeding profusely. However, after a few activities he started to gain confidence and tensed down, talking more to the psychologist.

SUMMARY AND RECOMMENDATIONS:

Based on the results of this evaluation, Holden presents a physiological reassessment. He had a lack of attention of his parents while he growing up, and his brother’s death affected him because was very close to him and had a very good image for him. But because Holden is not a sociable person, he is not likely to talk about his feelings, so he basically leaves all his feeling inside him making him critical. He thinks really hypocritically, criticizing his around but not looking at himself, he had had so much problems and pressure in the past that he prefers not to take care of them. He is sensible (emotionally weak), so he gets depressed very easily thinking negatively, but small details make him happy. He being in boarding schools, and not sharing time with his family doesn’t let him feel love and support and that’s what he needs. He basically needs to feel more support morally. He is weak and sensible with his emotions so he feels that everyone in his surroundings is “phony”, to distract his problems, he notices other people’s so that he doesn’t have to worry about his. It would be good to do him some sessions of psychotherapy for him to express himself a little more.

Weekly therapy is recommended. The recommended time frame for therapy is forty-five minutes each week. Even though therapy has been recommended in this facility, actual results are expected long term because it is a very delicate situation; this will qualify his way of thinking and make more peaceful his daily life. Share a copy of this report with a staffing specialist at your child’s school to determine if he qualifies for therapy in that setting. Holden Caulfield may be placed on the waiting list at N.Y Department of psychoanalyses in the University of New York. Due to limited space at the clinic, services may not be available until a future date and enrollment is not guaranteed. His status on the waiting list will expire in two years that is one January 10, 1953. If you haven’t received our services by that date, or you continue to have concerns with your child’s psychological status at the time, a re-evaluation to be sought to determine any changes in your child’s psychological status.

________________________________ __________________________________

Isabella Navarro, B.A Diego Urman, M.S CCC/SLP

Graduate Clinician Diagnostic Supervisor

One Day at a Coffee Shop

I sat on the bar table of the recently INAUGURATED coffee shop, waiting for my hot chocolate and cookies. I heard someone entering with BRUSQUENESS through the door, I looked back and saw a young men SLOVENLY CLAD with a puffy coat and a red hunting hat. He seemed RANKLED from the GRIMACE on his face. Just another crazy teen, I thought. You saw many of that GENERATION around New York, I had noticed. He walked to the bar table and sat on the chair next to me.

The AFFABLE waiter finally brought my cup of chocolate and butter cookies. The sweet and warm smell PERVADED the space around me. I grabbed a cookie and GINGERLY dunk it in the beverage. As I drove it to my mouth, I felt the creepy guy beside staring at me. I kind of got freaked out and didn't want to look at him because he looked a little crazy... However, I SUCCUMED.
" Hmm... Do you want something..?" But he kept staring as if I had asked him a GUILE question.
"No, it's okay. Sorry. It's just that you remind me of my little sister," he SPONTANEOUSLY said with a TREMOLOUS voice, as if I had taken him by surprise.
"Oh, okay..." I said, going back to my snack.
"I miss her so goddamn much, you know? I'm in a new boarding school full of more phonies, and I can't see her everyday," I heard him say, this time more PRUDENTLY than before. I nodded, not knowing what to say and perplexed about the reason he was telling me this to me...
"What's your name?" He asked.(Obviously he wanting to stride up a conversation). I didn't want to sound as an IRASCIBLE person, and didn't have much to do so I kept with the talk.
"Isabella, what about yours?"
"Holden," he replied with a little more enthusiasm.

Holden waved to the waiter and asked for a beer, the waiter obviously REBUFFED the request and brought instead a coke. I don't blame the waiter, Holden could be tall but he didn't look like a grown up.
"That happens to me frequently, it ABHORS me as hell... But it doesn't matter, I feel DEHYDRATED with all these January breeze. Doesn't it happen to you?" Holden said as he open the red can. I knew from that comment that what was coming was an INTERMINABLE conversation.

Jumping from one thing to another lead to what he called his "madmen stuff that happened to him". He told me how he had been somewhat like a RECLUSIVE, LACKADAISICAL, DESPONDENT guy that had been kicked out of his fourth boarding school. Because he was supposed to go home a Wednesday after being kicked out --and it was Sunday-- he went all over New York to kill time.

I got to the part where he was with Phoebe --his beloved little sister who is sweet, and knows exactly what everyone is always talking about-- the carousel part, and how much it had meant so much to him. The story was interrupted by my mom, who came into the coffee shop and called my name. So I had to say bye to Holden, I however, didn't say "good luck" though, he made it very clear that he disliked it.

Over all, I don't consider that encounter that bad. I thought it was nice meeting, knowing, and trying to give him SAGE advice. He had a TURBULENT life, and I admire that he was able to EXTRICATE himself from his depressing times.

Again

You rebuke me.
With my head down,
prudently I nod.
Not because I want to
Not because I like to
I just stay quite so that the discussion ends...
But even like that,
it keeps on going
over and over
giving more wood to the fire.
And we embark on this once again.
This is slovenly,
stupid,
somber.
You say that I'm audacious,
that I should be conscientious
and all the problems would end, only
if I change.
It rankles me,
and it all gathers in my chest
profusely
like a bunch of wrinkled paper
each word bringing more,
overflowing.
If it was for me I would tell you,
but you'll take it wrongly,
I know,
like most of what I say...
You have no inkling that maybe I do care,
care about our problems,
That maybe I try to work them...
You're quite lackadaisical.
I feel that slowly this pilfers the little pieces
of our relationship...
Ruining it,
Damaging it,
affecting us.
It's hard for me,
It's hard for you.
I want it to be serene,
I want it to be better...
I'm not willing to keep up with it,
Are you?

Holden

Bitter,
critical,
not-caring.
Loosing the game:
kicked out.
Occupied parents,
brother in hollywood,
and he is just there,
with no one to turn to.
Bird in a cage,
too lazy to come out
too much himself to care.
All alone,
it's him
and his book
in his own black
world.
Searching for a goddamn goodby,
finally leaving these
phonies.
What will he do next?
It's not worth to care.

Kissed by an Angel- Book Review

Elizabeth Chandler does a magnificent job with its heart breaking romantic suspenseful trilogy Kissed by an Angel, consisting of The Power of Love and Soulmates as the two other books. The story is about the protagonist’s life after her dramatic death of her lovable boyfriend, Tristan, as he tries to reconnect with her as a ghost. After the car accident, Ivy thought she had lost everything even her faith in angels, they hadn’t help to save Tristan, so they were just figments of her imagination… But what she didn’t know was that maybe the incident wasn’t really an accident, and that Tristan wasn’t completely gone, he was angel! And he had the mission to find out what was going on…

Gregory –Ivy’s stepbrother—had become really close with Ivy during the rough times because he knew how she felt, he recently had lost his mom –suicide. Everything started to mix up when a person attacked Ivy for two times, she was perplexed not knowing who would’ve wanted to hurt her. She began to feel very insecure and unsafe, because of the attacks and because she didn’t have her absolute source to turn to, her angels. As time went by, thieves started to come up… There was Eric (the alcoholic and drug abuser friend of Gregory), there was Gregory as well, after she found weird papers on his room, and Will, the most confusing one. He had drawn once in the restaurants an angel with Tristan face, Ivy took it very offensive, and got mad but when she looked into her eyes, he saw a certain sparkle that reminded her of Tristan and made her kind of fall in love. Soon enough Tristan learns that the person responsible for the accident was after Ivy… Could he be able to cross the boundaries between life and death to warn his Ivy?

The plot starts off very romantic, with Ivy and Tristan. But as chapters go on suspense starts to fill in. There were many parts in which you were drawn into the story not wanting to stop, because of the third person point of view was very easy to understand the characters and get to know them. Elizabeth Chandler gives a very original theme involving angels, true love and average teenagers. This is the type of story that you always let you wondering and would get you to fall in love with the story. However, there were some parts during the middle as it got to the climax that got really slow, I read because I knew that something big was going to happen but sometimes it took too long. But still, it was worth waiting.

During the story we see the many changes in Ivy, obviously because she had been through a lot, starting with her boyfriend who she was in love with, to her attacks. While we get a peek to her life and see her relations with her friends. What completes it enough to make a interesting story plot is the struggle of her boyfriend trying to contact her as a ghost and trying to make her believe in angels again after she had lost her faith completely.

In conclusion, I think of this book being very original. I liked the way the author wrote some parts as if it had been obvious that it was going to happen, so that in the next event she came up with an action that the reader wasn’t expecting. I would recommend this book for people who are interested in love, suspense and lots of action. Get ready to fall in love!

My Father

Is a the wall that protects,

The instruments that brings close,

The problem solver button.

My father is the animal instinct,

A wolf; a lion,

The king of the jungle.

My father is my sage advisor,

The one that tells me

whether the things are

Right or wrong

Whether to choose

That lane or the other.

His the lifebelt.

Always there,

tighten to me

just in case

something happens,

So that it saves me,

Looking to see if I fall

to stand me up.

His a hugger.

Always with his arms

Wide open,

And a smile,

Giving me

warmth.

Because of him,

I know the right answer.

Because of him,

I know what is the right side.

Because of him,

I've learned my lessons.

Because of him,

I am this person today.

My father is

strong

ambitious

traditional,

a perfectionist.

When things go wrong,

he deals with it,

he goes through the problem

without any fear,

without getting mad,

without stopping to loving me.

He is strong.

My father is one person that I admire,

and I would stand by his side

forever.