Honest.

Well, I have no idea what to put. Hmmmmm, ten honest things about myself. What to say that wont get me into trouble? :]

alrighty, number one

I went to Europe the Summer of 2006. About a week into the 24 day trip, we were on the bus headed towards one of that days destination, and i was listening to my MP3 Player. A Mothers Prayer by Celine Dion came on, right as I opened up the letter my mom had hidden in my bag. Then the tears started. So i'll admit, I missed my mommy.

Number two

When I was little (Still in joy school) this other little girl told me the story of Bloody Mary. What happened was that she had me follow her into the bathroom, she then turn off the light and told me that if i say blody mary three times, i'll see her in the mirror. If i don't turn the light on fast enough soon after, Mary will come and stab me. I was traumatized. To this day mirrors make me uneasy. My bathroom light must be on before I enter, and the bathroom door must stay closed at all times.

Number Three

When I was just in my beginnings of puberty, and had been a bit past the musquito bite stage, I was sitting in the hall with my littlest sister. The Young Men and Young Women usually were out before any of the other church classes. I would go and pick up my sister from nursurey and sit out in the hall and wait for my mom to get out. The Young men did similar, they stood in the hall and waited for their mothers. As I was sitting there, my sister points/pokes at my chest and yelled (quite loudly in that hall) "Boobies! Boobies! Boobies!" I was HUMILIATED.

Number Four

One day Amanda and I were curious how many guys I have dated total. We counted over twenty. Some "serious", many were those "we're going out" aka we sit at lunch together, write notes to one another, and even talk on the phone.

Number Five

Cops, I mean Police Men, scare the heck out of me. I mean, when they're just walking around they don't really worry me too much. However, everytime I get pulled over i turn into a babbleing sobbing fool. It's pathetic. I'm not really that upset, but I can't stop crying and blubbering. It's totally and utterly UNCONTROLABLE.

Number Six

I started my first period at Japenese school, while my mom was in the Unites States of America. I wasn't sure what to do, my mom did inform me, but in all honesty I was TOTALLY lost.

Number Seven
I'm very impatient, I HATE it when people drive below the speed limit. EXPECIALLY when they are in the fast lane. Sometimes I yell at them, even though they can't hear me.

Number Eight
I won't play truth or dare anymore. One time at an all night thing, we were playing truth or dare, the girls were pressuring me to do the dare, but I didn't like it. Even the adults were trying to get me to do it. i was embarrassed and horrified. I have not played that game since.

Number Nine
When I was younger, and my mom or dad would make me mad. I would hide their underwear.

Number Ten
A few summers ago, my best friend and I went skinny dipping in my neighborhood pool.



There you go guys, Ten Honest things about years past. :]

Forced to Grow

The following is a Poem I had to write for school. You see, my teacher anounced 35 minutes before the end of class that we were to write a Poem. Not just any old poem but one about that defining moment in our lives. That time and moment that made us what we are. It was to be 14 lines at minimum and those 35 minutes were all we got. 

Immediately we all go "WHAT?!?" For one, thirty five minutes is NOT enough time to think about that defining moment, let alone write it into a poem. 

The following is my poem. Now you all must understand that it's not completely fact. I took creative license to write it as I so chose. The first five or six lines were a result of my frustration with the assignment. After that I just let the creative juices pour into the pen and onto my paper. 

Forced to Grow

A place, 

A single time,

a simple moment,

but not a place.

Definining her life,

leaving,

Not a trace.

Sweet young child,

A loss of innocence.

Abusive Minds,

Evil whits.

trembling and terrified,

left there alone,

bruised, and scarred

none to call home. 

Growing up,

not a hand.

A Stronger woman,

no need for a man.

                                    This written works are the  property and the ideas of  Rebekah Robertson

Now before anyone freaks out, remember I took creative license. True this was based off of a single idea. A series of moments that did change and define who I have become today. However, a good amount of it is fluff, added to continue the poems flow and to keep the interest of the reader. Appealing to the reader's own thoughts and emotions. 

Time Capsule

The following is an essay I have written for a Scholarship contest. The prompt was " What would you place in a time capsule to help people opening the capsule in the next century understand military life today? Explain your choices."

If I were given the chance to pick a few items for a time capsule to help those in the next century understand the military life today, oh the things I would place. It would not be just one item, but many things. Each with a short note attached to explain my reasoning for doing so.

First, I would make a copy of my own father’s letter to me while he served in Desert Storm. Just a year ago I found this letter after I had been looking through some old files and documents. It was not only his birthday wish to me, but also his personal wishes and desires for the good health, growth, and well-being of his first child, his baby girl. After being cared for only by my own mother and her close friends, I first met my daddy when I was three months old. We’ve been inseparable since.

Next I would place a rubbing of U.S. Navy Lieutenant Nathan White’s tombstone, along with his family’s story of sorrow and strength. He died a valiant soldier, having served in Iraq while his family was stationed in Japan. Far from their own family, we, their military family, became their source of support and solace. Thereafter, I would place the book A Journal for Jordan by Dana Canedy, a heart-wrenching journal from a soldier to his son. This father wrote things of inspiration and advice to his young son “just in case” anything was to happen while he served his country. Tragically, that “just in case” came. Dana Canedy, the soldier’s wife and the young boy’s mother published this book as not only a tribute to her husband, but also a “heartrending reminder of the human cost of war.” What better object to place into such a time capsule?

Last, I would take photos from the United States Cemetery in Normandy, France, photos and documentary of World War II and World War I, as well as photos and documentary from all wars before and after; even being sure to place documentation of our first war, the Civil War, making sure that they are the first and last objects to be seen. I would place records and letters from the families, moving photographs of loved ones honoring those who have passed. This I would do because, it’s not only about military life today. It’s about Military life throughout the centuries. The sacrifices made throughout history, all building up to today. To this time and these people, to those not only living in America, but also those who have moved themselves and their families across the world, living in different countries so that we can continue and keep what we call safe, what we call home. 

please please read!!!!!!!!!!!

so while i am still working on the ten honest things, i have an announcement!!!!

I'M TURNING EIGHTEEN TOMORROW!!!!!!!

I'm so totally pumped