Tubing

We put on snowpants and jackets, bought our tickets and headed up the hill. With a push, I flew down screaming so loudly. Snow flew around me, and my tube slid on the ice. I went up and down the hill, up and down, up and down, up and down. At the end I took off my muddy gloves and snowpants and walked to the car. We drove 2 hours home, and I was definitely glad to be home. But after skiing and tubing for the last 2 days I had had a lot of fun!

A Real SLICE of Life

12:15- We sat in her room and talked for a while, and then said in unison:
"I'm kinda hungry."
So we drove, parked, crossed the big street (just barely dodging a garbage truck), and walked into the restaurant. It was dark and paintings lined the wall, with a mounted bull head that Sofie pointed out to me. We ordered three slices of cheese pizza. It came minutes later huge, greasy, and absolutely delicious.
7:45- My family walked into the cabin earlier than planned. We dropped our boots and jackets in the mud room and explored the house. We heard a car pulling up and a door opening.
"We're here!!" called the family we were sharing the cabin with. Their two little kids ran in laughing and screaming. "Oh, and we brought pizza!" exclaimed their mom.
We gathered around the table and ate pizza and salad, talking about the day we would have tomorrow. It was loud and crowded, but it was so much fun.

Car Ride

I have headphones in, and my head bobs along to the music. I stare out the window at the trees and mountainsides. My suitcase is in the trunk, but my snow-boots sit at my feet, so that I can pull them on when we arrive. We've driven for an hour already, and I'm feeling just a little bit dizzy. I cough, and cross my legs. Turning the volume up, I look at the road ahead. 45 minutes, 30 minutes more. Here we come...
I haven't skied all season, and I'm excited, and nervous. Once we get to the house, well settle in. Tomorrow I will take the ski lift to the very top. I can't wait!

Clumsy

I trip, and fall. I bruise my hip, I hit my head. I laugh it off. I fall on the sidewalk and break my arm. Hours in the hospital, and a cast when I get out of it. I'm clumsy. Embarrassingly clumsy. Hopelessly clumsy. But who cares? I'm clumsy. So what? I'm clumsy. Maybe that's a part of who I am. Yes. I'm clumsy.

RUSH

Rush. I wake up.
Rush. I run down the stairs.
Rush. I grab my bag and head out the door.
Rush. I head to school.
Rush. I go to Spanish, math, the little mermaid, sometimes I have time in class, or time in between.
Rush. It's  9, 10, 11, 12, 1, 2, 3... and school is over.
Rush. To get home because...
Now I don't have to rush.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

This week I read The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. It was written in letters to a "friend." The letters told the story of Charlie, a clueless freshman making friends in his first year of high school. He is really innocent, and learns a lot about the way the world works in his first high school year. This book definitely has some mature topics, and is really intense, so be prepared if you want to read it. But I really liked the story of this book, and the way this book was written. I would definitely recommend it!!

Slice of Life #1

The night was dark, and tree branches reached out towards my window. Clouds floated across the sky, and there was a light breeze on the air. Street lamps lit the road along the side. The houses were still, and not a person walked the street. Inside my room it was quiet and cold. Books and papers were scattered across the floor. I glanced towards the door, slightly ajar. In the hall the lights were off, and I heard footsteps. Down the stairs I could hear voices. I typed, highlighted, and read. There was so much to do in so little time. I sighed, resting my head on a pillow. Could I stay like this forever? No. Maybe just for a minute. My eyes closed and the million thoughts in my mind cleared away. Smells and sounds drifted away. I saw myself on the beach, splashing in the water. The sun shining down on my back. I came back to the cold night here. I had a lot to do. Better get started.