Respond to one of the non-fiction prompts at Poets & Writers. 400 + words please, and respond to two classmates by next Friday. |
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Alondra Salazar
9/19/2014 06:01:44 am
I would constantly hear several people talking about all the places they have moved to and how stressful moving actually is. To be quite honest, I never truly understood what they were talking about. I always imagined having to move houses, states, or even countries as something very easy where you just put all your stuff in boxes and then leave, but sadly that is not the case.
Lindsey Sayen
9/22/2014 04:09:34 pm
Packing really does suck, especially when you don't have a place to go. I remember when I had to move to Vegas, I packed all my belongings', or at least everything I could fit into two suitcases. After so many times of packing up my crap, I've learned what not to bring. It gets easier with time.
Megan Carroll
9/25/2014 01:34:20 pm
I completely understand how upset you were! The bank took our house when the market crashed, which also left my dad unemployed for a long while as he is in construction. I loved that house so much. It held so many memories, secrets, and good energy. I was so angry, and hurt, when my parents had found a new house to buy. I couldn't understand why they were so excited. However, I love the house I live in now. It's beautiful and cozy.
Kassidy Krystek
9/19/2014 06:04:32 am
Destiny Patrick
9/19/2014 06:21:16 am
This is a really powerful and intense story. I have no memory of my dad in any real danger like that before, so I can't even start to imagine how you dealt with that at 6 years old. That is awesome that you had such a good support system, even though it was still a scary time. It's crazy to see how fragile life is and the fact that you could have been so close to losing him must have changed your family forever. Growing up and really understanding the severity of the situation must have given you a completely new perspective and gratitude for not losing your father.
Winton Lunceford
9/21/2014 07:15:59 am
Dang, Kassidy! I never knew this about you. Just like Destiny said, this is a really powerful story and that is awesome that you were both able to make it through that situation.
Shantil Gamiao
9/21/2014 11:57:18 am
Kassidy, to be completely honest, I almost cried when I read this. I cannot imagine losing my dad, it is a sensitive topic considering that death is inevitable, but one does not imagine it happening to a loved one, but always someone else. Growing up fatherless or motherless is truly an uphill battle and I am truly thankful and glad that your dad was okay.
Megan Carroll
9/25/2014 01:36:26 pm
Wow. I cried while reading this. It really touched my heart. My dad is my hero, and I am sure he is yours as well. Thank you for sharing this story. It was raw, and that takes a lot of courage. I definitely felt that very real feeling of thinking that my dad was gone as well. He was in a 14 hour surgery and I had no idea how it was going. I thought for sure that he was gone. It really is a traumatic experience to not know anything at all! I'm so sorry that this happened to you, but I'm sure that it makes you appreciate his presence in your life even more each day!
Alondra
10/3/2014 06:22:31 am
Kassidy, I really loved your writing. As I read it, it made my heart cringe; I don't know how I would of been able to handle a situation like that. Overall, I'm glad that your dad made it through and like you said, you didn't have to suffer such a big loss at such a young age.
Lindsey Tran
10/10/2014 05:49:40 am
I loved the way you structured this! It really emphasized how powerful this story was and how much it affected you.
Tara Goss
9/19/2014 06:07:41 am
Remembering Home:
Elysia Fullbright
9/20/2014 02:23:28 pm
I love how you went into explicit detail about the outside, and inside of your house. I could almost picture everything you mentioned, but it would have been helpful to know the style of the inside. Was it modern, or was it traditional?
Sovannary Yan
9/24/2014 11:41:46 am
Tara, I love how you describe everything with such details that I feel like I can see how your house look like, both on the outside and on the inside, even though I have never been there before. And I have to agree with you when you said that your house will always be a part of you. No matter how many different houses I live in, my house in Cambodia will always be the house that I will always call home because every little thing that happen in that house make who I am today. Now I miss home. Just reading this make me want to go visit Cambodia soon.
Sovannary Yan
9/19/2014 06:10:39 am
Climbing:
Kassidy Krystek
9/25/2014 03:50:46 am
I like that you wrote about climbing trees as a child. I think that every little kid has this vision of being able to climb up tall tree and having the ability to overlook everything. The satisfaction that one has when they reach the top is like none other, so as a child, climbing that high is one of the larger accomplishments. Good job highlighting the feelings you had while climbing as well as what exactly you saw.
Spencer Faught
9/25/2014 11:32:45 am
So-So, the way you related height to freedom was great to hear. It's refreshing to here these wonderful comments about not only childhood memories, but of the 'inner child' in everyone, and how certain activities can bring this phenomena back into play. It was great to hear of the accomplishments and happiness.
Lindsey Tran
10/10/2014 05:44:55 am
I really enjoyed the way you wrote this. The word choices you used really made this easy to relate to!
Destiny Patrick
9/19/2014 06:12:11 am
Fireworks
Sebastian Suarez
9/20/2014 11:20:57 am
I have a small cousin who loves the Fourth of July, but just like you doesn’t like the fireworks themselves. During the summer, my family and I stood in the middle of our street watching the fireworks. There were colorful explosions everywhere. It sounded a lot like a battlefield. I find it interesting that the sound of balloons being popped disturbs you, because it used to disturb me as well. The loudest thing I ever experienced was shooting a rifle without hearing protection. Don’t try it, it’s a really bad and stupid idea. When I was kid, thunder used to scare the living daylights out of me. Now I think it’s a pretty awesome sound. Still, I think that it’s a bit interesting that you dislike dogs barking or fireworks. I hope that those sounds don’t disturb you as much as they did when you were nine. Sorry that the best day turned into an embarrassing night for you. My advice, stay away from dogs and carry earplugs.
Hailey Hanes
9/26/2014 04:26:36 am
This was interesting to read because normally when you hear people talking about memories of fireworks they are talking about how great and beautiful they are. I’m not going to judge your friends or family because I know nothing about them, but I think it’s kind of cruel to think someone’s obvious discomfort and general upset regarding anything as funny and something to laugh at. Very interesting to read indeed.
Tara Goss
10/10/2014 06:12:20 am
It's so sad that you don't like fireworks! My cousin's dog doesn't either. They have to set him in the bathtub and put him to sleep so he doesn't cry or bark every second. Fireworks always appear so pretty, with different colors and all. What I don't like is how loud they are. Sometimes it scares me too, since half of my neighborhood celebrates with fireworks.
Ruth Lozoya
9/19/2014 06:15:17 am
Weird Food
Rosie Platko
9/26/2014 03:31:20 am
Wow Ruth! I love strawberries too! Things like strawberry jam and strawberry lemonade are the greatest inventions ever but there are some things strawberry flavored that taste horrible. I don't usually like strawberry flavored candy or fruit snacks. My mom doesn't let me have strawberries in the house because she doesn't like to look at them or watch me eat them because she is forced to smell them but to me they smell so sweet! She is just crazy!
Hailey Hanes
9/26/2014 04:21:28 am
To me, Powerade in general tastes weird and there are only few, if any, that I would drink. I don’t think any of the names of the flavors actually taste like the flavor should, but instead taste like some weird knockoff. I am also not a fan of jalapenos and after reading what you have had to endure with the food, I doubt I will be trying (let alone boiling them) and time soon.
Megan Carroll
9/19/2014 06:15:54 am
Confidence:
Winton Lunceford
9/21/2014 07:21:25 am
Megan, it is an amazing thing to write about really personal stories like the ones you talked about in this. Those are usually the most entertaining or gripping stories one can read! Keep that up. It takes a lot of courage to write about and even share those stories about personal losses, insecurities, and fears.
Valeria Martinez
9/22/2014 03:34:53 am
Isn't it incredible the impact writing has on a person? It truly is a beautiful thing, and I find it to be such a painstakingly undervalued art. I love how you understand the importance in writing and the tremendous impact it can have on the mind and soul.
Alexis Clark
9/19/2014 06:16:49 am
Like the divots in a beautiful family home, our scars remind us of where we have been and what we have been through. Emotional, Physical, or even mental, scars are everlasting. A covering develops over the initial wound to protect it from further damage… a natural, physiological response to the trauma. This new barrier of protection is thicker and stronger. It will not tear like the previous weak barrier, and it will last forever. One individual’s scar tissue may be callous while another’s may be smoother. One person may hate their scars, and another person may think they are magnificent.
China Frazier
9/20/2014 08:33:52 am
I, as a reader, succumb to feeling within a story, therefore I really enjoyed the fact that this writing of yours was able to convey a melancholic idea while supplying mainly joyous feelings. I was able to visualize your grandfather in the same light that you saw him, which was through the eyes of a young girl who could not help but see “grampaw” as a superhero. This is why although the end may have been short and to the point, it was devastating. The entire piece of writing was captivating, however, I must mention that the introductory was my favorite part. The comparisons as well as the development of your grandfather allowed for the reader to see why the main idea is so important. The role played by the introduction and the way it was written made the writing a powerful piece.
Cindy Huante
9/22/2014 03:36:25 pm
Alexis, let me acknowledge that your writing is quite beautiful. In the beginning, when you described scars, all I could do was smile and nod in agreement. The descriptive memory of your visit is so easy to appreciate and relate to with feeling. I'm sorry for your loss, and I hope your scar can heal well.
China Frazier
9/19/2014 06:16:57 am
Climbing
Sebastian Suarez
9/20/2014 11:07:31 am
I as a child did my fair share of mischievous acts. According to my mother, she “lost” me when I was really small, during a vacation in Mexico. I locked myself in a room and hid under a bed. One of my cousins and my grandpa searched and searched for me. And where was I? I was hiding under a bed. My mom said she was truly scared and believed she lost me. Anyway, how tall was the tree? I don’t think a lot of people our age would have the guts and courage to climb to the top of a tree, well almost the top. I’m not sure if it’s the same but I did climb onto the roof of my house. The view was pretty amazing. Overall you did a nice job of describing the situation and your determination to climb that tree.
Ruth Lozoya
9/25/2014 02:11:32 pm
Oh boy, does this bring me back. When I was older than seven but younger than ten I would usually end up climbing trees too. I was always so freaked out by the getting down part that it would take a lot of inner pep talking to convince myself that climbing a tree I was not at all confident I could get down from was a good idea. I usually ended up just jumping down because of that seeming less painful than getting splinters. I just wonder about the size of the tree and its branches. It sounds like the tree was huge, like two stories tall and had lots of branches like a tree house tree would need to have. If it did great description. If it did not you gave me a very vivid image to make your story stick in my head.
Valeria Martinez
9/19/2014 06:18:37 am
Crafts
Kassidy Krystek
9/25/2014 03:57:32 am
I love the voice that your wrote in for this blog. It's very sentimental and I can tell that you look up to your mother in this artistic aspect. I am honestly jealous that you have this artistic talent for creating artwork. I too have always had a creative side to me but I never felt the passion to hone it nor do I have the patience to sit down and draw something of great detail. I have great admiration for what you do Valeria, I hope that you continue doing what you love.
Hailey Hanes
9/19/2014 06:18:54 am
Local Writing:
Sovannary Yan
9/24/2014 11:50:56 am
Hailey, I guess that you don’t really like living in the house and neighborhood that you live in right now. Don’t you get annoy with all the noise coming from the golf course, the construction site, and the children get together? I assume you would because I know that I will. I don’t know about you but if I have to listen to loud noise every Friday day I will probably go crazy and wish that I live underground instead of where you live right now.
Elysia Fullbright
9/19/2014 06:20:01 am
I consider myself to be an adventurous eater, and I am always ready to try something new. I have experimented with European food, Asian food, and even some African dishes. The one thing I simply cannot touch is jello. It is considered to be pretty generic in the United States, but to me it is completely foreign. I will always remember the first and only time I gave Jello a try. It was bright red and shaking in a cup in front of my face. I was in the 4th grade at a friend’s birthday party. “Just try it,” a friend at a birthday party said. It did not look appetizing in any color; orange, green, red they all looked disgusting. Nevertheless I ended up holding the gelatinous substance in a spoon close to the cup. I could barely bring myself to deliver it to my mouth for at least two minutes. Eventually I downed it with the same spontaneous courage that I used to drink cold medicine with 10% alcohol. It wiggled and stomped on my taste buds and slivered disgustingly down my throat. It was sweet, too sweet, but the texture was more bothersome than the taste. I can never forget the strange taste, movement, and aura that is Jello.
Cecilia Ho
9/22/2014 02:44:13 am
I absolutely agree with you Elysia! I honestly hate Jello. The first time I tried Jello, it just sat in my mouth. I couldn't swallow it cause it just seems to be play food and not suppose to be eaten. The texture is all slippery and weird, the flavoring isn't that bad but still, it's bad. I've definitely heard about jello shots too, not sure if I'm going to come across it, but I'm not sure if I'm even going to try it even if I do.
Lindsey Sayen
9/22/2014 04:17:13 pm
Before I read all of this, I really thought about jello shots, or how I should bring you jello and see you cringe. Anyway, jello isn't so bad, I think you should just give it another try. I've never tried jello shots, nor will I ever, however, it's always fun to explore new ways into eating jello.
Cecilia Ho
9/19/2014 06:22:41 am
Family Reunion
Elysia Fullbright
9/20/2014 02:43:15 pm
Your description of family reunions makes them sound like a lot of fun. I have always wanted to have a family reunion but half of my family is in Oklahoma and the other half is in Japan. I can only imagine that my family would clash, because of differing cultures. It must be nice to have a close knit family to celebrate with. I wish you luck in planning your next reunion.
LaNae Puckett
10/3/2014 02:32:49 am
just like you, I love family gatherings. I like how you talk about those "how are you" conversations that you have with them. Some people act like they think those conversations are pointless and nobody really cares, but just like you, I think they're important. Family gatherings are great because [for me] I don't get to see my whole family very often and holidays are one thing that bring us all together. It's always nice being able to make memories with the people you love.
Sebastian Suarez
9/19/2014 06:23:23 am
Reunion
China Frazier
9/20/2014 07:57:24 am
I send my condolences. I know what it's like to lose a family member so unexpectedly. It is never a good feeling and what is worse is trying to hold your head up for the sake of everyone else because you know that everyone else is hurting possible much more than you are. It is an unfortunate part of life and we know it is going to happen, yet we do not expect to feel as terrible as we do about it. I certainly did not expect the accompanying feelings to hit me as hard as they did during my situation, therefore I understand the shock and emptiness. I think that although it was an unfortunate event in the history of your family, you kept an attitude that was appropriate for the situation. It is depressing, but that is just the mourning period we all go through. What is important to remember (as cliché as it may sound) is that their memories will remain in our hearts forever. With that said, your writing was quite good. I did not notice any errors, and I felt as if I could feel a lot of the emotions involved in the overall experience.
Destiny Patrick
9/23/2014 10:30:46 am
Sebastian, I am so sorry this happened so recently. I don't really know what it's like to have to travel so long to visit family because they all live in Las Vegas. I can't imagine the mood of that car for so many hours. Usually everyone would be excited and full of energy to go see your family, but this time must have felt so different. It's nice that you still got to surround yourself with family during this loss and that they all love you and loved your grandma. The only part that makes losing someone bearable is the knowledge that they are in a place of complete happiness and peace, and that everyone is able to laugh a little bit through tears as everyone shares their funny stories and memories with your grandma. Cherish those memories and take comfort in the fact that someday you will all have a family reunion, except your grandma will be there too.
Lindsey Sayen
9/19/2014 06:25:25 am
Every night the sky is filled with dazzling stars. I am alone now, but with me I hold a memory of what used to be “us”. It is all quite clear, we were sitting on the sidewalk together, the gentle wind twirling, touching our faces softly. I could smell your cologne, a scent that I miss terribly. For a moment, I did not feel uneasy, happy, or sad. For once, I felt secure with you. “Sometimes I think there is someone looking at the same star as I am, and eventually we will find each other,” I whispered to her. She glanced at me, nonchalantly smirking. Maybe she was trying to look for the same star my eyes were fixed on, or maybe I wanted to her find it. The gentle breeze, the dazzling stars, it all gets to me. Now that I am alone, the stars seem to still shine, not necessarily a symbol of celebration, but I could refer to it as a symbol of strength. People come in and out of my life, either they move on or stay around for the show. Although the pain of that certain individual leaving hurts, I am strong enough to accept the concept that not every person I meet will stay in my life, even if I desperately want them to stay. However, time never stops. What does that obvious statement have to do with any of this? Time does not stop, but overtime every person, including myself, gets stronger. It is similar to falling off a bike, yeah I might have a couple of scrapes, but with time, those scratches will soon fade away. Memories can be sparked off of relatively anything, how someone smells, certain features of an individual, even what they may have said. The stars spark a sense of security, and even though that certain individual may not physically be by my side, who knows if she is looking at the stars, possibly the same one as I am. I am not sure why this memory is so vivid, as if it happened less than two minutes ago. Although I am stronger, and although time has not stopped, I cannot figure out why this certain memory keeps going. Maybe it is because the stars will never go away, maybe it is due to the fact that stars will forever dazzle at night. It is crazy to think that all the years I’ve been alive, and the many times I have glanced at the stars, the only memory I have is of one mere night with a friend.
Shantil Gamiao
9/21/2014 12:03:39 pm
Lindsey, this memory of yours is beautiful, but in a painful way. It is so vivid, yet vague at the same time because it evokes emotions and imagery, but yet I do not have all of the details to make a complete picture. I find this memory of yours so similar yet different to ones that I have. This message of yours is so powerful and has so much depth that I teared up reading it.
Alondra Salazar
10/10/2014 06:00:29 am
Lindsey I think that we have all had that moment where even the little things like a piece of candy reminds us of someone special who use to be part of our life, but is no longer by our side for whatever reason. Eventually, everything feels better after awhile.
LaNae Puckett
9/19/2014 06:27:04 am
Has anyone ever made you something special; like actually handmade something to give you? Did you feel all warm inside because they went out of their way to do it for you? Well one thing I absolutely love is do it yourself (DIY) crafts. I especially love making them for other people. I usually do it for birthdays or holidays, but sometimes I make things just because I love them. Being crafty is something I’m good at and saves a ton of money too. To me, making things for friends and family with your own hands is much more meaningful than to go buy something.
Cecilia Ho
9/22/2014 03:01:43 am
I'm, honestly, not that crafty myself. I love to watch DIY videos online, it seems to be harder than it looks. But, I have received a handmade gift from one of my friends and I absolutely loved it. It didn't have to be a store bought present because I knew, either way, she took time out of her day to make it. I also understand the warm feeling you get when somebody gives you a handmade gift cause that's exactly how I felt. I knew she put a lot of thought into it, and I really appreciated the gift she made me. And, when you talked about calendars it reminded me of making personalized things as well, but I do it online. I made a personalized calendar for my family with some family pictures for laughs and remembering great memories!
Spencer Faught
9/25/2014 11:29:56 am
I have never been one into crafty projects, but I completely understand your points. Making things for others is considered a service to others, in my eyes, and serving others is an absolutely awesome thing everyone should do more. A homemade gift can have infinite value when it is from someone you care for and have a connection to. Excellent post.
Tara Goss
10/10/2014 06:09:54 am
I know the feeling of someone giving me hand crafted items that they made. It makes me happy and feel special that they would take the time to make me something! It not only shows their creativity, but it shows that they truly care. I make handmade cards with some good art, but people don't really appreciate it as much as I'd like.
Spencer Faught
9/19/2014 05:00:48 pm
Fireworks:
Valeria Martinez
9/22/2014 03:41:32 am
Spencer, I absolutely love the amount of detail and intricacy that went into your blog post. You truly defended your stance and made fireworks, which are normally just an ordinary thing, so personal. You have such an interesting viewpoint, and coupled with the stellar writing, I find myself agreeing with every word you say.
Cindy Huante
9/22/2014 03:51:32 pm
Spencer, I give you props for being able to describe your fear so easily and even share that bad experience. I can tell you that I could relate to you when it comes to loud buzzing sounds, like the ones from chainsaws. Especially when I was younger, certain games at Circus Circus and arcades or scary movies were intolerable. I would cover my ears after every startle. I hope you can resolve this someday, I understand how tough the situation can be.
LaNae Puckett
10/3/2014 02:39:52 am
Wow Spencer, that was actually really deep and I would have never pegged you for that kind of person. I really liked this post because it made me think what Independence Day really means and what fireworks represent. You took this topic to a whole other level. I like how you took us back in time. Loved this post!
Winton Lunceford
9/21/2014 07:13:14 am
There are many factors that make it hard for me to share my writing with others. I am going to be honest, I have not always been the best student. My mentality over the last couple years about school has drastically changed from what it used to be back in my freshmen year/middle school. During middle school and freshmen year, I would come to school, but I was not really there mentally. I dreaded waking up in the morning, coming to school to learn subjects that I had no interest for, and sitting in a room that I did not want to be in. Due to this poor mentality, I did not learn some of the basic building blocks of the more advanced subjects I am taking now. One of my abilities that was greatly affected was my writing ability. I am now starting to pay the price of my former lack of interest of learning to write well. I find it tremendously daunting when I have to turn in essays to teachers, or even prestigious colleges, because I am not very confident in my ability to write a good essay. I constantly find myself having to ask other people to look over my essays, just to have them tell me of the countless mistakes I made and how my writing ability is less than favorable. In fact, I have begun to dread whenever teachers assign essays. Not just because of the work of writing the essay, but because I am embarrassed by my lack of good writing abilities and creativity. The only thing I dread more than having to write the essay, is when we have to also share it front of the class. It is always a blow to my confidence when I hear other kids essays throughout the class and they write, what seems to me, a masterpiece. Then, when I go up, I will read my essay out loud and just think to myself how my essays do not even compare to other kids’ work. When I had to fill out my essay to the Naval Academy, I stressed about writing it for a solid three weeks before I turned it in. I can honestly say that I had four different people, including two teachers look at that essay and correct me on all the mistakes I made before I turned it in just because I was that worried about how well that essay was written. Even to this day, after I have already completed my Naval Academy application, I still think to myself, “Is this even a good essay? When the Academy sees this, are they going to wonder if I even tried on this essay?” Essays have, and always will be, a scary thing for me.
Winton Lunceford
9/21/2014 07:17:43 am
I forgot to put what the prompt was. The name of the prompt is: Confidence.
Shantil Gamiao
9/21/2014 11:52:19 am
On my keychain, you can find various things. Keys to my mom’s minivan, a key to the front door of my house, a key which is small and I have no idea what it opens, a couple of keychains, and then there’s my corolla key. My corolla key has a black handle, with your average features on it such as lock, unlock, a red panic button, and a button which opens the trunk. Looking at my 2013 corolla key reminds me of the many memories I created during the past few months.
Dane Platko
9/26/2014 03:48:39 am
Woah, that is quite the story Shantil, I must say. That's really cool that that happened, and i'm really happy for you! I'll tell you how my girlfriend and I finally started Dating.
Aleksandra Platko
9/22/2014 11:31:32 am
Climbing
Dane Platko
9/26/2014 03:20:27 am
That was a great trip! I enjoyed hanging lake so much while we were in Colorado. To imagine that a lake with a huge waterfall was basically on the side of a mountain was really astonishing. That hike up the mountain trail was torturous though. I wore sneakers on this hike, so it really was a challenge to make it up without breaking my ankle. It was so worth it though; I'll never forget that reflective turquoise colored water and the thousands of trees that surrounded the cliff. I even remember that huge snake coiled on the side of a tree, and the bothersome red stains on some of the trail rocks. Hiking of to Hanging lake was easily one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life.
Cindy Huante
9/22/2014 02:53:48 pm
The highest I’ve climbed is a rocked hill in the middle of the desert. This was actually recently, during a little hiking trip my three closest friends and I took to go paintballing. My best friend’s now boyfriend loved the game so much that he had bought his own full sets of equipment. He invited us to try it out and see if we might like to join them on their weekly paintball games, held every Sunday. Since this was the first time we visited the spot, our first action plan was to explore and get to know the place. My three friends and I found a small cave and decided to go there whenever the sun got too hot on our skin. About 10 feet in front of our cave was the tallest, rockiest hill built out of dirt, rocks and sticks, and a couple of spiny looking bushes. My adventurous nature told me I had to climb the hill. There were lots of pebbles and soft, unstable ground on the way up.There were not very many larger or heavier rocks I could pull myself up with either. It was actually pretty terrifying, as there were so many times I felt the altitude, nerves, and gravity would pull me back down, yet I made myself feel the adrenaline as excitement instead of fear. One of my other friends, the only guy, went up with me. I admit he was slightly better than me, climbing with much more ease and confidence. He helped me up a time or two, and then we finally reached to the top together. Once there, first thing I did was look down. It was intimidating, since I did not know how exactly I would get down, but I liked it. I felt as if I was dominant over the land and I could roar like Mufasa or Simba. Today, an immediate priority goal is to go hike or climb Mt. Charleston. This will have to happen soon after I turn 18 next summer. Many other friends and acquaintances have done so and promised me it’s tiring but quite the adventure. I want to spend the entire day climbing then sit back and admire the stars at night. If I happen to enjoy that day as much as I enjoyed the first day of paintball, I will definitely make further goals to climb higher and higher.
Ruth Lozoya
9/25/2014 02:24:38 pm
I think paintball sounds like a really cool activity to try and I think I will end up playing it at least once during college. It seems like a game that requires a lot of different skills but I have been told that it can be painful. Anyway, that hill that you climbed that gave you a rush, how high did it actually go? Was it like a sort of cliff? I know it's suppose to be a bad thing to like to feel adrenaline but it is such an awesome thing to feel for short periods of time, right? I used to climb trees and walls, even though I could rarely get down by myself, because of the adrenaline. Same with roller-coasters, and that ride that shots you up really fast and drops you unexpectedly.
Lindsey Tran
9/22/2014 04:09:47 pm
Weird food
Dane Platko
9/26/2014 03:07:41 am
Write about an occasion in your life that exemplifies the shortcomings of communicating in the digital age. Capture
Rosie Platko
9/26/2014 03:22:44 am
.... Do people still use"rofl" anymore? Why don't you ever text me. I totally understand what you are saying Dane Platko. Just yesterday I was texting America and I got a new message and I assumed it was her replying so I didn't look at the contact name, but it was Brooke telling me that she got tickets for us to go somewhere and I said I couldn't go because I was " Going with my other friend" ( Brooke) I was so confused and panicking because I had no idea I had promised my other friend I would go with her too. It took me a half an hour to figure out who I was talking to. That would defiantly not happen if you were in a face to face conversation with someone. Comments are closed.
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