I crossed the street, wiping away a drop of sweat as it dripped slowly down my face. I walked down the side walk that I had walked down countless times before, shifting my ten-pound-too-heavy backpack into a more comfortable position as I did so. I looked up at my car, Through the windshield I saw my mom at the wheel, and then, just behind her, my baby brother in his car seat. As soon as he noticed me, his face lit up. A smile the size of Asia beamed at me, and he began shaking his arms in excitement.
He made my day.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Waking UP
This morning began like any other morning: I woke up. That is, like everyone knows, the worst part of the morning. Maybe it was that I couldn't fall asleep until past 11 o'clock. Maybe it was that I was exhausted from the weekend. Maybe it was just that I was comfortable and didn't want to get out of bed, but I couldn't wake up.
My eyes fluttered open, I sat up, I flung my bed sheets off of me, and... and I lay back down and fell back to sleep. You can't cold start an engine (Mom, if you're reading, take note). I could not wake up. I eventually got out of bed, and pretended to get ready, falling back asleep at every opportune moment.
I spent the rest of my morning fighting to keep my eyes open.
My eyes fluttered open, I sat up, I flung my bed sheets off of me, and... and I lay back down and fell back to sleep. You can't cold start an engine (Mom, if you're reading, take note). I could not wake up. I eventually got out of bed, and pretended to get ready, falling back asleep at every opportune moment.
I spent the rest of my morning fighting to keep my eyes open.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Simon: not the average choir boy
Lord of the Flies
William Goldberg
Simon is a member of the choir, the group of boys that have taken on the responsibility of hunters, but he stands out from the other boys in the choir, stands out from the other boys on the island. Most noticably, his physical attributes make him stand out from the rest, he is short, skinny, and faints often. However, Simon has a different mentality than the rest. He thinks things through, something that none of the other choir boys seem capable of. He notices things that no one else does, but most importantly, he is intelligent.
No one is perfect, and Simon has his flaw, his Achilles' heel: Simon is shy. He has trouble speaking in public and putting his opinion into words. He knows what Jack is thinking because he has spent time with him, and knows him,knows what he is capable of, knows what he will do.
Simon changed since the beginning of the novel, he has become stronger, but at the same time he has withdrawn. He no longer faints, but he is scared to say what he knows is right. He also changed loyalties, from an uncomplaining choir boy, to on of the few trying to keep everone alive. Simon's role in the story is the boy on the sidelines who must come and stop chaos from ruling, he will be the one who will finally stand up to jack, because he knows that he has to, but he must over come that Achilles' heel first
William Goldberg
Simon is a member of the choir, the group of boys that have taken on the responsibility of hunters, but he stands out from the other boys in the choir, stands out from the other boys on the island. Most noticably, his physical attributes make him stand out from the rest, he is short, skinny, and faints often. However, Simon has a different mentality than the rest. He thinks things through, something that none of the other choir boys seem capable of. He notices things that no one else does, but most importantly, he is intelligent.
No one is perfect, and Simon has his flaw, his Achilles' heel: Simon is shy. He has trouble speaking in public and putting his opinion into words. He knows what Jack is thinking because he has spent time with him, and knows him,knows what he is capable of, knows what he will do.
Simon changed since the beginning of the novel, he has become stronger, but at the same time he has withdrawn. He no longer faints, but he is scared to say what he knows is right. He also changed loyalties, from an uncomplaining choir boy, to on of the few trying to keep everone alive. Simon's role in the story is the boy on the sidelines who must come and stop chaos from ruling, he will be the one who will finally stand up to jack, because he knows that he has to, but he must over come that Achilles' heel first
Monday, January 18, 2010
Fishing Failure
I sat in the car: sleeping, or at least wishing I could. The car bumped along the curved, rocky road, my head banged against the window, I kept my eyes closed, trying to make up for the fact that I woke up two hours earlier than I normally would have. Our automobile, our horseless carriage felt like it was being pulled by a team of badly trained horses. We finally came to a stop. I opened my eyes and rubbed my head: we were there. I opened the door and brought our fishing gear down the ramp. I grabbed poles, lures, snacks and drinks. I grabbed gasoline, glasses, ice chests, and hats. I got ready for a day of fun, a day of catch after catch, a day well spent.
The choppy water bounced our small boat like a basketball on a trampoline, but we moved forward, trolling, or letting the line drift behind us while the boat was moving. I held the pole between my legs anticipating a strike. None came. After twenty minutes, my dad said, "Reel it in, let's try another lure." He pulled out a pink striped lure and put it on my pole. I let it drift behind the boat.
"Come on," I thought, " Take the bait. " They didn't.
My dad spoke again,"Let's try a different lure." He picked out a bright green one. I let the line drift.
"Hey Dad," I said, trying to break the silence, "Would you rather sky-dive or hang-glide?"
"Sky dive, Hang gliding kind of scares me."
"You're not afraid of jumping out of a plane, but you're scared of running off a cliff attached to giant wings? I'd rather hang-glide," I responded, "How about para-sailing? Or how about wind-surfing?"
"I don't know."
We continued fishing, switching our lures every twenty minutes. We caught nothing, but we had fun. I realized that I have more fun spending time with my dad than actually acomplishing what we set out to do.
“Get the stuff in the boat,” My dad told me as he hopped into the car, “I'm gonna go park this, then I'll be back. I obeyed, grabbing a bucket of lures, a fishing pole, and a couple of life jackets.
The choppy water bounced our small boat like a basketball on a trampoline, but we moved forward, trolling, or letting the line drift behind us while the boat was moving. I held the pole between my legs anticipating a strike. None came. After twenty minutes, my dad said, "Reel it in, let's try another lure." He pulled out a pink striped lure and put it on my pole. I let it drift behind the boat.
"Come on," I thought, " Take the bait. " They didn't.
My dad spoke again,"Let's try a different lure." He picked out a bright green one. I let the line drift.
"Hey Dad," I said, trying to break the silence, "Would you rather sky-dive or hang-glide?"
"Sky dive, Hang gliding kind of scares me."
"You're not afraid of jumping out of a plane, but you're scared of running off a cliff attached to giant wings? I'd rather hang-glide," I responded, "How about para-sailing? Or how about wind-surfing?"
"I don't know."
We continued fishing, switching our lures every twenty minutes. We caught nothing, but we had fun. I realized that I have more fun spending time with my dad than actually acomplishing what we set out to do.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Until the End
"It's over, no longer, I feel it growing colder, I knew this day would come to end"
Breaking Benjamin: Until the End
Vacation is coming to an end, it closes in like the walls of a trash compactor, the timer is ticking, I find myself trying to fit as much as possible into the last few days. I find myself dreading returning to my normal routine. I dread when I'll be able to say, "It's over, no longer."
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