I love Christmas. Everyone's so cheerful and happy, and almost everywhere you go there's some type of lights or tree. My favorite part of Christmas is singing my favorite Christmas carols. Also, decorating our family Christmas tree is always enjoyable. This year my family is going to get a real tree, and not a fake one. Two years ago, my dad bought a fake tree and put it together. At the end of the year, when my dad tried to take it apart, it almost broke. He made sure it didn't, but it was close. After that, he grabbed the directions and said
"I'll be able to figure it out again next year."
Then the directions went in the trash. Let's just say next Christmas, we had to go buy a real tree a few weeks before Christmas was here. Christmas is a great time to spend with friends and family, and that's why it's my favorite holiday.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Found
It was a windy day when the man crossed the road and went into the bus station. Where exactly was he going? I didn’t know. There was doubt in my mind that he knew very well either. This man looked lost. He might have even been a boy. Maybe 18, 19 at the oldest. What was he doing here? Should I ask him? That might been an invasion of privacy. If I don’t though, he might get himself into trouble. I wrestled with myself in my mind before I finally just decided to ask him.
“Excuse me?” I asked him. “Are you going onto the New York City bus? That’s the only bus coming in about 2 or 3 hours.”
“Umm yes, I’m going on that bus. Thank you.” Then this man walked onto the bus.
It looked like he was going to say yes to whatever I asked. He didn’t really seem like the kind of person who was going to be truthful. At least if he’s going on that bus, I can keep an eye on him.
The ride to New York City felt microscopic, even though it was three hours. The boy got off right in front of me and started walking off into the pouring rain, without an umbrella.
“Hey!” I shouted out at him.
”Yes?” He answered.
“Do you know where you’re going? Are you really going to walk in this weather?”
“I know where I’m going. It’s not far.”
“Well, I can’t just let you walk in this weather. Let me get a cab for you.” I stared him down so he agreed.
“Just tell him where you want to go.” I handed the cab driver a 20 and stepped back. “Have a nice trip.” He nodded again. Then, the cab sped off, weaving in and out of New York City’s crazy traffic. I signaled for a cab of my own, wondering if that boy would be okay and if I would ever see him again.
The answer, it turned out, was gratefully yes. I saw this strange man walking through the sunshine in Grand Central Park. At least, I think it was him. If it wasn’t, he had a twin. I thought that it was doubtful this was this man’s twin. He turned around as I slipped past and said,
“Thank you for the cab money. I’m Tom, though I didn’t tell you that before. What’s your name?”
“Jessica. I’m 40, if you were wondering. How old exactly are you, Tom?”
“17 years old.”
“That’s very young for roaming around the city yourself! I assume that’s what you’re doing? It didn’t exactly look like you had a certain place to go.”
“I didn’t have an exact place in mind.”
“Did you even want to go to New York? Or did you just tell me that, then just got on the bus?”
“Look, I really didn’t or don’t care about where I’m going. I’m just getting away from my stupid family and town. Though I really don’t understand why exactly I’m telling you that.”
“Go home, Tom. Your family is probably going sick with worry. I know I would be if one of my children ran away and took a bus to a place I didn’t know.”
“My family doesn’t care about me.”
“Tom, I would hate to have to force you to go home. Sadly, you aren’t yet 18. So, you have to go home. Maybe later in life, like a year or two, you can leave, go to college or something. Finish out your education. Come on, let’s go.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him along to the nearest bus station.
“Where do you live?”
“Just get me on the bus to Chicago.” Tom grumbled.
Perfectly, there was a Coach bus to Chicago coming in five minutes. I took out a $50, paid the $30 bus fare, and handed him a $20 for food.
“Have a nice trip. I hope everything works out for you.”
“Thank you.” He said to me.
Tom then got on the Coach and took a seat. As he did, the bus started pulling out of the station and zipping down the street, the other way I had to walk. I turned around and watched the boy from the New York City bus pulling fast away from me.
“Excuse me?” I asked him. “Are you going onto the New York City bus? That’s the only bus coming in about 2 or 3 hours.”
“Umm yes, I’m going on that bus. Thank you.” Then this man walked onto the bus.
It looked like he was going to say yes to whatever I asked. He didn’t really seem like the kind of person who was going to be truthful. At least if he’s going on that bus, I can keep an eye on him.
The ride to New York City felt microscopic, even though it was three hours. The boy got off right in front of me and started walking off into the pouring rain, without an umbrella.
“Hey!” I shouted out at him.
”Yes?” He answered.
“Do you know where you’re going? Are you really going to walk in this weather?”
“I know where I’m going. It’s not far.”
“Well, I can’t just let you walk in this weather. Let me get a cab for you.” I stared him down so he agreed.
“Just tell him where you want to go.” I handed the cab driver a 20 and stepped back. “Have a nice trip.” He nodded again. Then, the cab sped off, weaving in and out of New York City’s crazy traffic. I signaled for a cab of my own, wondering if that boy would be okay and if I would ever see him again.
The answer, it turned out, was gratefully yes. I saw this strange man walking through the sunshine in Grand Central Park. At least, I think it was him. If it wasn’t, he had a twin. I thought that it was doubtful this was this man’s twin. He turned around as I slipped past and said,
“Thank you for the cab money. I’m Tom, though I didn’t tell you that before. What’s your name?”
“Jessica. I’m 40, if you were wondering. How old exactly are you, Tom?”
“17 years old.”
“That’s very young for roaming around the city yourself! I assume that’s what you’re doing? It didn’t exactly look like you had a certain place to go.”
“I didn’t have an exact place in mind.”
“Did you even want to go to New York? Or did you just tell me that, then just got on the bus?”
“Look, I really didn’t or don’t care about where I’m going. I’m just getting away from my stupid family and town. Though I really don’t understand why exactly I’m telling you that.”
“Go home, Tom. Your family is probably going sick with worry. I know I would be if one of my children ran away and took a bus to a place I didn’t know.”
“My family doesn’t care about me.”
“Tom, I would hate to have to force you to go home. Sadly, you aren’t yet 18. So, you have to go home. Maybe later in life, like a year or two, you can leave, go to college or something. Finish out your education. Come on, let’s go.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him along to the nearest bus station.
“Where do you live?”
“Just get me on the bus to Chicago.” Tom grumbled.
Perfectly, there was a Coach bus to Chicago coming in five minutes. I took out a $50, paid the $30 bus fare, and handed him a $20 for food.
“Have a nice trip. I hope everything works out for you.”
“Thank you.” He said to me.
Tom then got on the Coach and took a seat. As he did, the bus started pulling out of the station and zipping down the street, the other way I had to walk. I turned around and watched the boy from the New York City bus pulling fast away from me.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Waves
I love the sound of crashing waves. It's so peaceful, hearing them lightly crash upon each other, going onto the shore, then pulling back in, They are great to play in, too. I remember when I went to Mt. Olympus in Wisconsin Dells. There was a wave pool where the waves went up to 9 ft high. My friends and I tried jumping over them, bodysurfing on them, and pushing right into the center of them. Even when we went to the shallow 2 ft end we got blasted back. I was the one who got stuck starting to get sucked in towards the water vent when waves get sucked in. My friends had to tug me away from the current. It was hilarious .We stayed in the wave pool basically the whole time we were there. Now every time I go into a wavepool, I always think of this one in Mount Olympus.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Rain
I love rain. What I love most is being able to go running through it the rain is lightly coming down. You can't really go outside and run through a downpour. Well, maybe. I don't think your parents would be very happy with you if you walked into the outside, dripping wet, probably caked with mud. I've never tried that, but I have a strong feeling about what my parents would say, and I doubt that I would be very happy with what does happen. I won't go running through the pouring rain anytime soon.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Halloween
Halloween is probably one of my favorite days of the year. It's always great to go and hang out with all of your friends, maybe dress up and go trick or treating if you want to. I usually don't dress up for Halloween, but this year I'm going to the Halloween dance. I have to be an angel. Have to, because my friend Hannah is forcing me. She's going to be a devil, so I have to be a n angel. Then, we will be opposites. I'll have a good time, though. Also, I'm looking forward to all of the candy. :)
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Book I'm reading
The book that I'm reading right now is called The Lightning Thief, by Rick Riordan. It's the first one in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. I've read all of Rick Riordan's books, but I'm rereading this one. It's about a boy who finds out that his father is Poseidon, the Greek god of the Sea. Then he is accused of stealing Zeus's, the Greek god of the sky, master lightning bolt. Percy is then basically forced to go on a quest to find the master lightning bolt and then return it to Zeus in no more then 9 days. It's an great, fast paced adventure that I think everyone would love.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Patriotism Essay
Suiting up into their battle wear, our army gets ready to fight for our country. They have good weapons, huge numbers, and all of them are trained well to do exactly what they have to go do. This army also has something big: the drive to help our country. How? Because of patriotism. Now, if America didn't have patriotism, the army probably wouldn’t have the will to fight. They still might win, but they wouldn't have the drive that they had before. Patriotism still matters because love and devotion is always important in countries.
An important part of patriotism is pride. Pride can be shown in many different ways for your country, like showing love for your country, being proud of your country, and being devoted to your country. This aspect of patriotism is probably one of the most important parts of being patriotic. If people in the U.S. didn’t show pride for the country, where would we be?
Though pride is a very important part of patriotism, one that is even more important is loyalty. Loyalty is showing love for your country for reasons none other than being a resident there. It is supporting your country and being proud for the country you live in. Loyalty for your country is still and will always be needed. Having loyalty will mean that people will fight for their country, and we will always need that.
Pride and loyalty both connect into war. You need both pride and loyalty to fight for your country and that brings a drive to fighting. War is about fighting for your country and keeping it safe. People risk their lives every day to keep us and the U.S. safe. When you fight in a war, you are showing pride and loyalty to your country in unbelievable ways. Being in a war is a great way to show all of that.
Patriotism definably still matters. It means showing love and pride for your country, supporting your country, keeping your country safe, and just being an excellent citizen. That’s what being a excellent citizen of your country and having patriotism is all about. Patriotism still matters because of all the things it does to help our country be a better one.
An important part of patriotism is pride. Pride can be shown in many different ways for your country, like showing love for your country, being proud of your country, and being devoted to your country. This aspect of patriotism is probably one of the most important parts of being patriotic. If people in the U.S. didn’t show pride for the country, where would we be?
Though pride is a very important part of patriotism, one that is even more important is loyalty. Loyalty is showing love for your country for reasons none other than being a resident there. It is supporting your country and being proud for the country you live in. Loyalty for your country is still and will always be needed. Having loyalty will mean that people will fight for their country, and we will always need that.
Pride and loyalty both connect into war. You need both pride and loyalty to fight for your country and that brings a drive to fighting. War is about fighting for your country and keeping it safe. People risk their lives every day to keep us and the U.S. safe. When you fight in a war, you are showing pride and loyalty to your country in unbelievable ways. Being in a war is a great way to show all of that.
Patriotism definably still matters. It means showing love and pride for your country, supporting your country, keeping your country safe, and just being an excellent citizen. That’s what being a excellent citizen of your country and having patriotism is all about. Patriotism still matters because of all the things it does to help our country be a better one.
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