Frontier House Application

What attracted you to this project?
i am not attracted to this project.


What hobbies and interests do you have?
i like everything.

What image do you have of pioneer living?
a lonely person living in a house that is made of logs. and later in life they go crazy.


What's the most challenging thing you and your family (or group) have experienced?
deciding on what we will do. with certain things that enter our lives.

If you were chosen what do you think you would most miss about modern life?
everything.

What qualities do you and your family have that make you suited to this experience?
I'm not suited to this experience.


What skills do you have that may help you?
My cooking skills.


What would you hope to get out of the experience?
Anything I do not already know

What do you think will be the most difficult challenge of pioneer life?
leaving everything that matters to me. beginning to look ugly.

What skills would you like to learn from the experience?
anything that will count as work in my class.

We'd like you to tell us:
What interests you about this project?
I'm not interested in this project

Do you have any concerns about your participation?
no?

How much do you know about your family history -- do you have pioneer roots?
i know nothing at all. those would be some weird questions to ask my parents

How did you hear about Frontier House?
my teacher tried interesting the class.

jethro

Dear Jethro,
I wish you could have stayed longer than you said.
You came into my life, then you walked right out.
And you did it as fast as a tissue being lit on fire.

Now I am using that tissue.
Those tears drip down and down.
Slowly tearing my world apart.

If you came back,
I promise everything would change.
The memories we had together will be put to the past.

But since your gone,
My heart is too.
It is slowly turning to stone.

It is in the palm of your hand.
And I feel as though you have stabbed it with a rusty knife.
If I had my heart back,then maybe I would not have a hole on my chest.

That hole from where you cut it out,
That hole where you let me bleed.
My dear Jethro, how I wish you didn't leave me here all alone and on my own.

So sorry

Lovely Darla,
I am so so sorry.
I didn't mean to leave you on the floor,
For my younger sister Sally to pick up.

I am so sorry,
That she tore off your head,
And threw you around.

I am so sorry,
The dog came and dragged you around,
cut holes in you.

I am so sorry,
Sally just tossed your head into a bowl of cereal.
But its ok, i just found it,
But I must admit,
you were my least favorite doll,

Cancer

Crying; that's all that is left for her to do. To attempt ease the pain.
She has tried everything.
Shed blood,
Talked about it,
Chemo,
Ignoring it.
Suicide,
But no one understands,
Her emotions are falling apart, along with her body.
And still,
They think its a joke,
because of her past no one believes what is being said.
they just watch her slowly die.
Like nothing is wrong,
But they have got that backward.
What she sees happening to her is a change in life.
A change which she will lose the life she has been given.
She counts each day that does by,
waiting for that one last day to come.
The hardest part for her, is to leave the ones she loves.
She just wants to see him, one last time.
He turned her down in the beginning, but now.
He wishes he didn't.
Thoughts...
That is all that's going through her head.
And finally that boy comes to visit her,
But there's a change.
The bed is made.
No one is there.
She has passed away.
Gone to a better place.
But there may be hope, He finds a letter on the bed with his name on it.
The note says:
In the beginning it was hard,
but everyday I shed a tear,
each tear made me think of you, and how you weren't mine.
But the hardest part was leaving you.
Just remember, I will never get over this,
and i will cherish the moments i had,
chasing after you.
I was in that room when he read that note,
I was there to comfort him,
I was his shoulder to cry on.
Everyday, I stood next to her,
I was there when she died,
I was there when no one believed her.
I was her best friend,
i never lost hope in her.
And I was the reason she couldn't have him.
But in the end,
There was a bit of happiness,
it was just sitting around the corner,
waiting for you to find it.

This poem was written by. Angelina Marie Karamanyan.