Katie Tapia
Education
Special Interests/Hobbies
Favorite Motto
Don't count the days; make the days count
School Contact Info
- Ventura College School of Nursing - Associate of Science and Registered Nurse
- CSU Northridge - Bachelor of Science in Child Development
- National University - Single Subject Teaching Credential – Math
Special Interests/Hobbies
- Running and Fitness
- Family and Friends (Old and New)
- Flute
Favorite Motto
Don't count the days; make the days count
School Contact Info
- E-mail: kathryn.tapia (at) venturausd.org
- Phone: 805.289.7955 ext 2203
Cianna Takes First Place in Art Tales Competition
First Place - High School Poetry Division
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Cianna with Ventura Mayor, Cheryl Heitman
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Storm of Thought
The only nightmares I have to fear
Are waking hours, so dull and drear.
By day my life is run by the clock,
So much work to do, tick-tock, tick-tock.
As the hours pass, tick-tock, it seems
I’ve no time for thinking, nor for dreams.
My bills to pay and my home to keep,
But everything changes when I sleep.
Everything changes when I sleep.
When I lie down in my bed at night,
There’s no more work and there’s no more light.
Then from the hours without number
Of horrid, thoughtless, wakeful slumber
That midnight storm of thought awakes me
And my imagination takes me
Around the world or across the sea,
To the lands of shadowed reverie.
Now from the light I am free at last
And the daily drudgery has passed.
I see lightning flash, hear thunder roll
Across my mind and within my soul.
But in this dream I have naught to fear;
I know that nothing can harm me here.
I close my eyes and open my mind,
Within the darkness a world I find.
And though I know it cannot be real,
More real sensations I ne’er did feel.
I swim through the air, fly through the sea
For adventure lies ahead of me.
I’m lost in light, but in dark I’m found
And the possibilities abound.
My fate to seek and my soul to take
To Heaven and back before I wake.
When I awake, my mind falls asleep,
My work to do and my home to keep.
I know that my life seems sad; indeed
To whim and to wish I take no heed.
But still for nothing would I e’er trade
That midnight storm, O that grand parade
Of my thoughts and dreams and fantasy
That wakes me from all my misery.
When at last I close my eyes again,
I’ll not ask where and I’ll not ask when,
I’ll not ask why and I’ll not ask how,
I’ll leave my worries behind for now.
Of Providence I shall ne’er beg more
Than a dream each night, of this I’m sure.
My fate to seek, in darkness to find
A world of wonders within my mind.
World of wonders within my mind.
Written by Cianna Calia
