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 I procrastinate a lot. And I'm lazy too. I do sports that take up a lot of my time all year long, so I'm tired a lot. I get stressed because of the homework I have and the time I don't have. sometimes I feel like I want to give up, not do anything for just a month but then I'd be bored out of my mind and I like to do sports with my friends. They keep me in line even if they don't know it. when I look at my fingerprint, I see a rainbow (because I colored it that way) and its upside down so all I can do is describe myself.

The Season of the Holidays

Starting sometime in November, the holiday season officially begins as nog is distributed in stores. The shelf time dedicated to nog is known as the Season of Nog.

Eventually, we soon enter the Season of Thanksgiving. Turkey, pie, cranberries... Full of delicious food with so much variety that no one is left out. Unless, of course, you don't like vegetables, you're a vegetarian, and you don't like pie all at once. Of course, the chances of that are slim. I've yet to meet a human being who doesn't like pumpkin pie.

Christmas Miracles

      I was on the way to school this morning, and my mom decided to stop and get gas at Chevron. as we were getting gas I looked out at the main street and saw Christmas decorations on the light post. now that I think about it, I remember seeing some one with their Christmas lights up and lit, in NOVEMBER! I like Christmas as much as the next guy, but it's almost like it's a competition for the people in this town to see who can put their decorations up first. My mom even said she wants to go buy a tree right after thanksgiving. Again, it's NOVEMBER! I think people should wait until December 1st, almost to keep them on edge, and make the moment of getting the tree more special. My family is mostly German, and that's one part of Christmas that I like, the family and the German food. The slow cooked pork and the potato balls and all the German candy, (Germans make the best milk chocolate.) But  I just wish that Christmas would come sooner.

A Deeper Understanding

 When you look around what do you see?

  You see the grumpy old teacher, whom you thinks life goal is for him to yell at you and give you extra algebra 2 homework.
Like you really need that. 

 You see the girl who, every time you say hi just trying to be nice, glares at you, with such ferocity it would seem that you killed her family.

 You see the loner kid of the class, he never talks. To anyone. Yet he is brilliant.

 You see class clown. He always gets in trouble (mostly because of the grumpy old teacher,) and yet still laughs like it's his job. But there's just something off about him.

 

Poem: The Hidden Life of the Gamer

I'm a gamer.

Nothing I can do about that.

Take away the game,

Take away the heart.

Even though I'm stuck like this,

I don't want to leave.

But maybe,

If I never ended up this way,

My life would be much different.

Through our eyes, we see everything

Memoir: Life of a Gamer

Living my game,

Nobody takes notice.

Six-Word Memoir

Can you write bigger? Thank you.

Basketball

   Some people think of basketball as a hobby, sport, game, activity, or time filler. To me, basketball is so much more than that. I play because I choose to. I choose to because I want to get better. I want to get better because I want somebody to ask me, "do you have any passions?" And me be able to say, "Basketball." 

    I go to the gym everyday. I put blood, sweat, and tears into it, literally. I work hard and play harder, because that's what I love to do, and when you love something, you don't just sit around and talk about it. You take actions into your own hands and show people that your not joking around. You do what you love and love what you do.

Finally

After a few weeks of inactivity and overdue work, I'm finally back in the group. I was stuck in science with 3 or 4 missing labs that I had to do over my PAT class. Thankfully, because of the grading day on Halloween, those assignments have been rendered moot. So now, I'm finally here. Sorry I'm late...

Six word memoir

Doing things right becomes a habit


Do things right the first time


Quit once, Quitting becomes a habit

Six-word Memoirs

The same, and yet completely different.

The Déjà Vu Doll: A Short Story

There it was again. That soft, graceful lullaby.  

 Okay, let me start from the beginning.  

I don't know what made me want to go through my old things. Just me being nostalgic, I guess. So anyways, I had just asked my dad where I could find some of my old stuff.  

"You could try the attic. I'm not sure how long since I've been up there, though. Be careful. And put on good shoes!” He said. I ran up to my room and grabbed my old black high-top converse and slipped them on over my fuzzy socks I got last Christmas.  

I walked down the hall and to the stairs that led up to the attic. I hadn’t remembered anyone going up there for years, so I didn’t know what I was expecting. On the first step, I put all of my weight on it to make sure it was stable. It creaked but it held still, so I went up. I was on the third step or so when I heard a faint singing. It sounded like a girl younger than me, but so on-pitch, it sounded fake. The second I popped my head up into the frigid room made of wood, I could sense the intense amount of dust. I looked around at a bunch of old stuff I didn’t recognize. I couldn’t tell where the sound was coming from, but the fact that nobody had been up here for years sent a chill down my spine. Once I was fully standing in the small room with the low, irregular ceiling, the singing stopped abruptly. I went over to a box that had “Abigail’s toys” written across the top and opened it curiously. The first couple things I saw were old story books and half-naked Barbie dolls. I was shuffling though the box not knowing what I was looking for, when I saw it.  

Six-Word Memoir

I am about ready to explode

six-word memoir

It's not a hobby, it's life