This is actually a real story...this sign is located on my road, and every winter the sign gets smashed up! Please let me know how you like this!!
They smash me into the fresh dirt,
I’m there to direct people,
Tell drivers that the road ends,
Caution them not to come forward.
Nails pierce into my body.
Signs cover my naked splinters.
They take me for granted.
If I were not there, they would not know.
Sprinkled with snow,
Salt making my presence look dirty,
The cars can’t stop
And I fall down, crushed under the car.
Too many times have I been hurt.
Now I’m alone,
Barely visible from the road,
They might miss me now.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
"The eve of my Birthday!"
So tommorow is my birthday, but am I ready to be 18???
It's kinda a scary thought....I'm getting OLD!!!!!
Oh well know more of that....PARTY WITH ME!!
You will only have your 18 birthday once...your not going to have it twice...so you might as well make the best of it!!!! And thats what I plan to do!
-Chris
It's kinda a scary thought....I'm getting OLD!!!!!
Oh well know more of that....PARTY WITH ME!!
You will only have your 18 birthday once...your not going to have it twice...so you might as well make the best of it!!!! And thats what I plan to do!
-Chris
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
"Hermingo"
Please edit this story so that I can get the best mark as posible!!! Thank-you!!! (Like the name?)
The sea was coming into the boat as if it had a mind of its own. Big, puffy, cumulus clouds were hanging low, almost touching the mighty waves of the ocean. Huge cold rain drops fell from the cloud covered sky. Another enormous rouge wave slapped the side of the ship and washed over its deck bringing men to their watery deaths.
“Lower the anchor,” shouted Captain Lawrence.
Sir Lawrence Halfway had been captain of the “Hermingo” as long as anyone could remember. He smelled like salt and cigars and never trimmed his beard except when he went to weddings. Lawrence loved the sea and felt at home out there with no land in sight.
“Let’s go men, hustle up!”
“Sir, you want us to get the Negroes from the bottom?”
“No, let them rot in their grave! We can always get more!”
Samuel ran to the ladder to get down to the hull of the boat. I have to save these Negroes; it’s not their fault that we have them.
Sam was not a man to go against authority very often, but this time he felt that he had to disobey the orders. With that, he lowered himself onto the rungs of the damp ladder.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” sneered Joey, a fellow crewmember.
“Nothing, j-j-just going to go and bail some water from the bottom,” he managed to stammer out.
“Ya, wrong ladder buddy. Remember we don’t care if them Negroes drown,”
“Oh, I guess I forgot in all of this confusion,” Sam uttered as he tried to sound convincing.
“Ya, whatever….”
“Men, lower the life boats,” shouted the captain. “Abandon ship!”
Everyone raced towards the life boats except for Sam. I have to help out the Negroes, I can’t just let them die. How inhumane! God, help me!
Sam stepped onto the first rung of the ladder, then the next.
CRACK!
The boat was shattering, he had to go faster! He took another step but it wasn’t there. He felt around, but still nothing. The hatch door slammed shut causing debris to fall on his head. Another wave washed over the boat and fell through the cracked holes of the deck, soaking Sam with cold, salty water. Sam felt around again for the next rung, but he still couldn’t find it. Again he tried and took a daring step towards the last possible place where it could be.
SPLASH!
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“It’s okay son,” reassured a mysterious man. He was cradling Sam in his arms holding his head above the ever-rising sea water.
“I have to get these people out of here…it’s all my fault…I just have to help the Negroes.” Sam insisted as he struggled to stand. Pain shot through his leg, his head was pounding and his face was bruised. He grabbed a board that was sticking through the hull of the ship to steady himself.
“Where did you come from? Who are you? What are….”
“Slow down Sam…”
“Wait how did you know my name…I’ve never seen you before in my life?”
“I just do, now let’s get these Negroes to safety,” he replied sternly.
Sam found the key and with the help of the mysterious man whom Sam was still wondering about, working to free the slaves from their chains. Sam moved his way through the lines of people but as time ticked by, the sea water continued to rise and the boat was beginning to tilt. He was shivering, but knew that he had to save these people from drowning. Each time that he would unlock the chains, the Negros would praise the Lord and thank Sam in words that he didn’t understand. By now the water was up to his waist. The slaves who could barely stand were being helped out by the stronger ones. Another wave crashed into the side of the boat. The wooden hull of the ship was making large cracking and groaning noises. At last he reached the last Negro. She was limp holding her crying baby in her hands.
“Me baby, care,” she stammered in a weak voice.
“I will,” Sam said as he took the baby from her arms.
“Sam! The boat’s going to go down.
Sam looked back towards the woman she wasn’t there! She was gone! He looked down at the baby in his shaking, wet arms. He struggled towards the ladder tripping over the chains.
“Sir!” Sam called as he reached the ladder, “Here’s the baby. Sir?”
The mysterious man wasn’t listening. Sam continued to call out to him but still no answer. Another wave swept over the ship soaking Sam and the baby in another shower of salt water. He climbed up the wet ladder. Each step was murderous to his leg, shooting pains through his whole body. The pain felt like razor blades cutting through every part of his body. Finally, he managed to get to the upper deck. I have to protect this baby…I promised the mother that I would. All of the Negroes followed him as if he were their leader, their hero!
Sam made his way across the slippery deck of the boat making sure to watch out for waves. He motioned for the Negroes to stop and hold onto a sturdy object to keep them from washing over the side of the boat. Sam handed the baby over to one of the women telling her in his language to care for him. The woman did not understand, but she figured that she might as well hold the baby and cuddle it to keep him warm. Sam continued over to where the lifeboats were stored. All the lifeboats were gone, either washed over the side of the boat or taken by the crew of the ship. Another huge wave washed over the ship taking the mast and sails with it. It sent screams among the people and even some into the sea. I have to do this soon. These people need my help. He looked around for anything that could bring them to safety. There was nothing, no hope. The mysterious man had disappeared. He must have washed over the side of the boat. The minutes felt like hours as the group sat together crying softly to themselves or talking in hushed voices to the people beside them.
“God, help us, please help us!” Sam prayed earnestly. “I know I haven’t been very good lately, but please help these people! They have done nothing wrong, I was the one who captured them and took them away from the comforts of their home and families.”
Suddenly there was a great uproar among the people. A huge rouge wave, the biggest that they had ever seen was coming towards the boat. People were crying out to God, screaming for their lives.
“Lord please stop this wave…please do what your will is,” Sam prayed frantically.
The wave got closer, it wasn’t going to stop.
Sam felt warm, dry, and at peace. The mysterious man was with him looking down at Sam’s face.
“Sam, you’re coming home!”
The sea was coming into the boat as if it had a mind of its own. Big, puffy, cumulus clouds were hanging low, almost touching the mighty waves of the ocean. Huge cold rain drops fell from the cloud covered sky. Another enormous rouge wave slapped the side of the ship and washed over its deck bringing men to their watery deaths.
“Lower the anchor,” shouted Captain Lawrence.
Sir Lawrence Halfway had been captain of the “Hermingo” as long as anyone could remember. He smelled like salt and cigars and never trimmed his beard except when he went to weddings. Lawrence loved the sea and felt at home out there with no land in sight.
“Let’s go men, hustle up!”
“Sir, you want us to get the Negroes from the bottom?”
“No, let them rot in their grave! We can always get more!”
Samuel ran to the ladder to get down to the hull of the boat. I have to save these Negroes; it’s not their fault that we have them.
Sam was not a man to go against authority very often, but this time he felt that he had to disobey the orders. With that, he lowered himself onto the rungs of the damp ladder.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” sneered Joey, a fellow crewmember.
“Nothing, j-j-just going to go and bail some water from the bottom,” he managed to stammer out.
“Ya, wrong ladder buddy. Remember we don’t care if them Negroes drown,”
“Oh, I guess I forgot in all of this confusion,” Sam uttered as he tried to sound convincing.
“Ya, whatever….”
“Men, lower the life boats,” shouted the captain. “Abandon ship!”
Everyone raced towards the life boats except for Sam. I have to help out the Negroes, I can’t just let them die. How inhumane! God, help me!
Sam stepped onto the first rung of the ladder, then the next.
CRACK!
The boat was shattering, he had to go faster! He took another step but it wasn’t there. He felt around, but still nothing. The hatch door slammed shut causing debris to fall on his head. Another wave washed over the boat and fell through the cracked holes of the deck, soaking Sam with cold, salty water. Sam felt around again for the next rung, but he still couldn’t find it. Again he tried and took a daring step towards the last possible place where it could be.
SPLASH!
--------------
“It’s okay son,” reassured a mysterious man. He was cradling Sam in his arms holding his head above the ever-rising sea water.
“I have to get these people out of here…it’s all my fault…I just have to help the Negroes.” Sam insisted as he struggled to stand. Pain shot through his leg, his head was pounding and his face was bruised. He grabbed a board that was sticking through the hull of the ship to steady himself.
“Where did you come from? Who are you? What are….”
“Slow down Sam…”
“Wait how did you know my name…I’ve never seen you before in my life?”
“I just do, now let’s get these Negroes to safety,” he replied sternly.
Sam found the key and with the help of the mysterious man whom Sam was still wondering about, working to free the slaves from their chains. Sam moved his way through the lines of people but as time ticked by, the sea water continued to rise and the boat was beginning to tilt. He was shivering, but knew that he had to save these people from drowning. Each time that he would unlock the chains, the Negros would praise the Lord and thank Sam in words that he didn’t understand. By now the water was up to his waist. The slaves who could barely stand were being helped out by the stronger ones. Another wave crashed into the side of the boat. The wooden hull of the ship was making large cracking and groaning noises. At last he reached the last Negro. She was limp holding her crying baby in her hands.
“Me baby, care,” she stammered in a weak voice.
“I will,” Sam said as he took the baby from her arms.
“Sam! The boat’s going to go down.
Sam looked back towards the woman she wasn’t there! She was gone! He looked down at the baby in his shaking, wet arms. He struggled towards the ladder tripping over the chains.
“Sir!” Sam called as he reached the ladder, “Here’s the baby. Sir?”
The mysterious man wasn’t listening. Sam continued to call out to him but still no answer. Another wave swept over the ship soaking Sam and the baby in another shower of salt water. He climbed up the wet ladder. Each step was murderous to his leg, shooting pains through his whole body. The pain felt like razor blades cutting through every part of his body. Finally, he managed to get to the upper deck. I have to protect this baby…I promised the mother that I would. All of the Negroes followed him as if he were their leader, their hero!
Sam made his way across the slippery deck of the boat making sure to watch out for waves. He motioned for the Negroes to stop and hold onto a sturdy object to keep them from washing over the side of the boat. Sam handed the baby over to one of the women telling her in his language to care for him. The woman did not understand, but she figured that she might as well hold the baby and cuddle it to keep him warm. Sam continued over to where the lifeboats were stored. All the lifeboats were gone, either washed over the side of the boat or taken by the crew of the ship. Another huge wave washed over the ship taking the mast and sails with it. It sent screams among the people and even some into the sea. I have to do this soon. These people need my help. He looked around for anything that could bring them to safety. There was nothing, no hope. The mysterious man had disappeared. He must have washed over the side of the boat. The minutes felt like hours as the group sat together crying softly to themselves or talking in hushed voices to the people beside them.
“God, help us, please help us!” Sam prayed earnestly. “I know I haven’t been very good lately, but please help these people! They have done nothing wrong, I was the one who captured them and took them away from the comforts of their home and families.”
Suddenly there was a great uproar among the people. A huge rouge wave, the biggest that they had ever seen was coming towards the boat. People were crying out to God, screaming for their lives.
“Lord please stop this wave…please do what your will is,” Sam prayed frantically.
The wave got closer, it wasn’t going to stop.
Sam felt warm, dry, and at peace. The mysterious man was with him looking down at Sam’s face.
“Sam, you’re coming home!”
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
An Exciting Day!!!
Hi everyone,
So today was rather exciting for me! First of all there was no school...YAHOOH.
I went to Sick Kids in Toronto for my ear appointment and my brother Bryan also had a couple appointments...so that is basically what I was up to the whole day!
So when it was finally my appointment...which was after lunch the Doctor only saw me for like three minutes. Not a word of a lie! He looked in my ears told me that everything looked healthy and sent me to the nurses office. I had to go to the office because I GRADUATED from the hospital cause I'm going to have my birthday next week...I'm turning 18...AUGHHHHHH!!!!
So this was very exciting for me because I did not have to have another surgery and it was the first time that everything was actually healthy and all, so I was clearly overjoyed!
Oh and in the hospital there was still "Roll up the rim to win".....I lost.... :( Oh well I guess you can't win everything!
- Chris
Monday, April 20, 2009
24 Hour Fast!!
It all started on Friday morning, at 8 in the morning! (Actually at 7:40...but that is besides the point..:P) At 8 I started the 24 hours fast!!! This day was not like how I thought it would be...so let me tell you a bit about it! First of all I did school...BORING!!! But then it all started!!! During Spare I played rook and made SOME mistakes, but a LOT of good moves...although I never made it out of the negatives!
Later the amazing race began which was enjoyed by a lot of people and not liked by really lame people that have no school spirit at all...like seriously if you don't like it don't come and if your there make the best of it and have some fun!!
After the movie and presentation we played v-ball until around 2:30 (at least until very late)!!
Later when we were all snug in the art room ready for bed with the other 30 people in the room...it stank a lot..:P I managed to get 2 hours of sleep!!
Next thing I knew Mr. Navis was waking me up to help get ready for breakfast!!
The minuted krept by, but finally it was 8 and I began to eat!!
It was a truly rewarding experience, showing love for those who do not have as much as we do.
Now for the moment you have all been waiting for: the final numbers for the fast was around $12,ooo which was really awsome!!
- Chris
Later the amazing race began which was enjoyed by a lot of people and not liked by really lame people that have no school spirit at all...like seriously if you don't like it don't come and if your there make the best of it and have some fun!!
After the movie and presentation we played v-ball until around 2:30 (at least until very late)!!
Later when we were all snug in the art room ready for bed with the other 30 people in the room...it stank a lot..:P I managed to get 2 hours of sleep!!
Next thing I knew Mr. Navis was waking me up to help get ready for breakfast!!
The minuted krept by, but finally it was 8 and I began to eat!!
It was a truly rewarding experience, showing love for those who do not have as much as we do.
Now for the moment you have all been waiting for: the final numbers for the fast was around $12,ooo which was really awsome!!
- Chris
Thursday, April 16, 2009
My story continued....
So this is the remainder of the story....please again tell me some helpful comments!!! (Cause its worth 10% of my final mark)
Continued...
Continued...
Why did I have to lie? I have never done this before. Why me? Why now?
“You want me to stay home with you? Or are you okay?”
No she can’t stay home with me. I don’t want her to be here when it happens. I love her too much. She has to go.
“I’m fine, you can just go by yourself.”
She has to go. I can end this…somehow.
“Okay, I love you.”
Maybe I should go, if I don’t then everyone will say he felt too guilty to go and couldn’t bear the sight of the family’s son whom he had murdered. I have to go…but I can’t. I don’t have any friends anyways. No one has talked to me since the accident and no one ever will again. All they have given me is the cold stare or just said that I’m loser, or that I should just kill myself…no one likes me and no one ever will again. I’m down here again for the second time this week. There it is! He is going to regret leaving his possessions here. I have to get this over with before mom gets home…dad won’t care if I’m gone, he’s off with his new girlfriend all the time anyways, he doesn’t spend anytime with us, so its not like he’ll miss me. It’s colder than I remember. Maybe I should write mom a note telling her how much I love her and that I’m really sorry for what is going to happen. She may need it, because she is going to cry. Maybe she is going through the same type of trial as I am. What’s that noise? Is it Mom? She’s home already? I can’t write a note anymore I need to finish this, I need to end this. Mom, I’m sorry, I love you, I love you. Goodbye.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Does Anyone Hear Me?
Hey everyone,
So this is another one of my writing pieces for writers craft!!! Let me know what you think about this and please critique it!! Enjoy!
Doesn’t anyone understand? Why does it seem that everyone hates me? Even my girlfriend has left me…I have no one left. All because of the accident which wasn’t even my fault. He was the one that was drunk, not me…but no one seems to get it.
...to be continued tomorrow...
So this is another one of my writing pieces for writers craft!!! Let me know what you think about this and please critique it!! Enjoy!
Doesn’t anyone understand? Why does it seem that everyone hates me? Even my girlfriend has left me…I have no one left. All because of the accident which wasn’t even my fault. He was the one that was drunk, not me…but no one seems to get it.
“Did I ever tell you how much I l…”
“Drew watch out!!” Susan shouted.
SMASH
Those seconds felt like hours. No one likes me, no one! I’m sure no one will care if I just disappear. Not a single person will know. Everyone just huddles in their little cliques and talk about me killing the ‘popular guy’ in school, the guy who all the girls liked, the guy who was good at sports, the guy that pretty much dominated everything. Everyone thinks that I ran into him on purpose and that I could have avoided the accident, but it’s not true. Can’t people just understand what happened, they have to understand, they just have to. Do they not know that I am still human? They just don’t care, they hate me. “Look at him, he’s not even sorry about the accident, he just walks around like nothing has happened.” Or even worse, they tell me that I have to apologize to everyone, even though It wasn’t my fault, but no one will believe that! I’m barely breathing, with a broken heart that’s still beating, part of me tells me that I have to hold on and the other to let go. Even my dad seems to say that it was all my fault he tells me that I have to be more normal, I try to please him, but I just can’t. Why should he care he doesn’t even live with me and mom anyways. Why doesn’t he just clear out all his stuff from the house, I’m sick of seeing it. He hates me just like…
“Drew, we have to go!”
The funeral home no doubt people will look at me and the parents will say that if it hadn’t been for me he would have still been here, but it wasn’t my fault. Should I just end it here? Should I just give up?
“Drew, let’s go!”
Should I just say that I’m sick? Or should I just go and show my respects? How could this happen to me? I’m sick of this life…I just want to scream and let out all my frustrations but I can’t, not yet, not ever.
“Drew are you in there?”
I’m glad that someone’s loves me. I can always count on my mom to be there when I need her. I’m glad that she cares about me. I still want friends though; maybe I’m just destined to be a loner? I can’t do this anymore, no more.
“Ya…what do you want?”
“What’s wrong honey? You don’t look good at all. Have you been crying?”
What should I say? Should I lie? She might notice that I’m actually falling away from this world, from her.
“No mom, I’m not feeling sick…I just want to stay home.”
**********************************...to be continued tomorrow...
Thursday, April 9, 2009
So Nervous, so very nervous....
Hi everyone,
So I'm playing my trumpet in church tomorrow and I am super nervous.. :
I am sure that I shall do fine though, cause i have gone through all the music, but I'm still nervous.....to make matters worse I'm playing for the offering too!! But thankfully Carol-Lee is playing with me and she is a really good pianist!!!
Oh ya and....."WE HAVE A 4 DAY WEEKEND!!" YES
Well talk to you all later.... :)
So I'm playing my trumpet in church tomorrow and I am super nervous.. :
I am sure that I shall do fine though, cause i have gone through all the music, but I'm still nervous.....to make matters worse I'm playing for the offering too!! But thankfully Carol-Lee is playing with me and she is a really good pianist!!!
Oh ya and....."WE HAVE A 4 DAY WEEKEND!!" YES
Well talk to you all later.... :)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
A New Day
“Everyone in the van!” shouted Mom.
Shoot! This is the day…my first day of school. What if people don’t like me? What if I make know friends? My heart is pounding, it’s shaking my whole body. I can’t do this…I just can’t. But I have to! My mom isn’t going to home-school anymore, besides I don’t even want to. It was good while it lasted, but now…I just don’t have any perseverance. I was the one that decided to go to school…so now I have to force myself to do it, I just have to. Then again I am excited because I get my own locker…and I have never had one before in my life! That’s all I am really looking forward too though. Hey, there’s the school! This is only my second time coming here, once in June and now.
“We’re here!” exclaimed Mom. “I hope you all have a great day!”
This is truly happening! There is no one here…at least I can’t see anyone. Wait I know that person…I think that her name is Amber! Wow I actually know someone! Now for my locker…I can’t even fit everything in it…maybe I shouldn’t have brought so much stuff to school.
BEEP!!!
What was that? The buzzer? It must be…wow I’m actually going to start my first class ever! Wait! Someone just said go to the gym! The gym? I know where that is! I’m standing with some people…are they in my class? Oh well, I guess I shall find out later…I hope!
***********
“We have a new student in our class,” proclaimed Mr. Brunsveld. “Chris Merkus.”
What are people going to think of me? They are all saying their names, but I won’t remember any of them…there’s almost 30 people here…how am I supposed to remember all their names?
“Hi,” I managed to struggle out in a coarse voice trying to sound manly.
“Are you good at soccer?” Marten asked.
“I’m about average” I responded with enthusiasm that I was making some new friends!
***********
“How was your day?” asked Mom.
“Great!” I lied. “I even made some new friends!”
Today was horrible, I couldn’t even act myself! I felt as if I had to put on a different face, just to get people to like me. I’m pretty sure that I only said three words the whole day. Tomorrow I am sure will be better, it has to be better.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Writing Practise #9
Hi everyone!!! So I was wondering if you could all critique and edit these pieces that I have written for writerscraft...
PS: Please be harsh!! (I can take it!)
In Memory of Great-Grandma
One could never tell that she was old, apart from her frail stature. She would always ride away in the teal coloured mustang convertible, traversing to the shopping mall, to keep her wardrobe up to date, or to the grocery store, to buy the ingredients for her prize-winning butter tarts. Easy to talk to, she was there when one needed someone to talk with, giving her advice freely. She loved her family; she lived for them! Not a day would go by without someone calling her up, or popping in to say ‘hi’. If someone would show up at her tiny apartment, she would not let them leave until she had filled them up with a meal made especially for him or her. Rocking in her chair, knitting woolen socks, scarfs or slippers of every colour imaginable, she would give them to her family to keep warm and remind them of her love. She was a mom, grandma, and great-grandma, one that was truly loved by all. Great-grandma loved her Lord and Saviour and lived her life believing and trusting in Him everyday. Even on her death bed she had words of wisdom to tell, “You’re a good boy.” She is gone now, to be with Jesus but everyone who has known her will not forget the love that she showed to them everyday.
A Misunderstanding
Knock! Knock!
“Melanie are you in there?” Shouted Drew. “Melanie open up, c’mon I’m sorry. You want me to break a window, cause I will, I know that you are in there, your cars in the driveway you can’t fool me.”
SMASH
“Melanie where are you?”
“Drew, Drew” Melanie whispered coarsely.
“I’m coming!” Replied Drew. “NO! Melanie are you okay? You are in a pool of blood, Melanie can you hear me? Melanie?” He screamed. “I love you!”
“Put your hands behind your back, I don’t want any trouble from you mister” exclaimed a police officer.
“Really, really I can explain” Drew stammered with tears flowing down his face.
“I’m sure you can…in court!”
PS: Please be harsh!! (I can take it!)
In Memory of Great-Grandma
One could never tell that she was old, apart from her frail stature. She would always ride away in the teal coloured mustang convertible, traversing to the shopping mall, to keep her wardrobe up to date, or to the grocery store, to buy the ingredients for her prize-winning butter tarts. Easy to talk to, she was there when one needed someone to talk with, giving her advice freely. She loved her family; she lived for them! Not a day would go by without someone calling her up, or popping in to say ‘hi’. If someone would show up at her tiny apartment, she would not let them leave until she had filled them up with a meal made especially for him or her. Rocking in her chair, knitting woolen socks, scarfs or slippers of every colour imaginable, she would give them to her family to keep warm and remind them of her love. She was a mom, grandma, and great-grandma, one that was truly loved by all. Great-grandma loved her Lord and Saviour and lived her life believing and trusting in Him everyday. Even on her death bed she had words of wisdom to tell, “You’re a good boy.” She is gone now, to be with Jesus but everyone who has known her will not forget the love that she showed to them everyday.
A Misunderstanding
Knock! Knock!
“Melanie are you in there?” Shouted Drew. “Melanie open up, c’mon I’m sorry. You want me to break a window, cause I will, I know that you are in there, your cars in the driveway you can’t fool me.”
SMASH
“Melanie where are you?”
“Drew, Drew” Melanie whispered coarsely.
“I’m coming!” Replied Drew. “NO! Melanie are you okay? You are in a pool of blood, Melanie can you hear me? Melanie?” He screamed. “I love you!”
“Put your hands behind your back, I don’t want any trouble from you mister” exclaimed a police officer.
“Really, really I can explain” Drew stammered with tears flowing down his face.
“I’m sure you can…in court!”
SNOW?!?!?!
So this is pretty wierd wheather, one day I get a sunburn the next day it is snowing.....WITH NO SNOW DAY... :( Oh well I'm sure that I shall get over it! I was ready to put away the winter wear and bring out the summer but now im trugging through snow and having to face the cold again...
Tommorow I'am going to Redeemer to pick my courses. PS: If you did not allready know I am going to be starting school there in September!! So that shall be fun and exciting!!
Well that shall be all for know...stay posted for my next post... :P
Tommorow I'am going to Redeemer to pick my courses. PS: If you did not allready know I am going to be starting school there in September!! So that shall be fun and exciting!!
Well that shall be all for know...stay posted for my next post... :P
Friday, April 3, 2009
Midterms!!
So today I got my midterm marks!!! And I'am pleased to tell you all that I have a 83 average!!!
I am runner up for the writers-craft award (you better watch out Esther!!)
It is finally the weekend and this one is going to be pretty awesome! Tomorrow is living worship! YES....so much fun! And then on Sunday is wentworth!! So totally looking forward to this weekend!
That's all for now!
Have a great weekend everyone!
I am runner up for the writers-craft award (you better watch out Esther!!)
It is finally the weekend and this one is going to be pretty awesome! Tomorrow is living worship! YES....so much fun! And then on Sunday is wentworth!! So totally looking forward to this weekend!
That's all for now!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Warm Weather
Yes!!!! We are finally getting some pretty decent weather! Therefore, I will be wearing my flip-flops and shorts to school tomorrow!!! Anyone want to join me????? DO IT....YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!! I mean like we should enjoy the weather while it's here!!!
Oh and yes It was windy today...my favourite...especially when it is warm wind!!
Oh and yes It was windy today...my favourite...especially when it is warm wind!!
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