My helmet, the most important thing in my bag
My gloves, equivalent to a nuclear bomb in stench
That’s why I tell people to clench
their nose
It could take down an entire civilization
Or is that just my imagination?
My skates, my wheels
Everyone tries not to squeal
When they see me flying on my wheels
My stick, something way too expensive
That’s pretty inoffensive,
right?
And my shoulder pads, growing smaller by the days
My knee pads, my saviors
If I didn’t have those, I wouldn’t have legs
that’s why I beg not to have chicken legs
My jersey, a velvet red with a tint of blue
Is it really true, mama?
Are you making beef stew?
Ewww.
My elbow pads, they’re no fad
The story that I’m about to tell you, takes place at Walden Pond state park 3 days before winter break ends.
My dad and I had just parked, at 7:34 AM. We walked down a path that led us to our secret fishing spot where we set up our gear, rods, net, chairs, cooler, and bait bucket.
I then casted the rods out with shimmering, shiny minnows on hooks. While we were waiting for our first trout we were using binoculars to look for birds, bald eagles, belted kingfishers, Canadian geese, and wood ducks.
When more and more fisherman started to roll in they were catching trout left and right – rainbows, browns, and brook trout… but not us!
We were losing hope. It was about 9:40 am when the trout started to calm down and stop biting and then I had it.
I made a contraption that works like a method lead – a technique used for carp. I casted it out, and we waited.
We were just talking about leaving when – clink! The rod fell to the ground.
Crowded city, packed with people
Tall buildings hanging over your head
Street performers dancing to the sound of music
Different types of Stores all around filled with excitement
Food stands that smell so good
People dressed up as movie characters asking if you want to take a picture with them, but don’t it will cost you $500
Beautiful sites to see
Seeing the nbc new building and getting on tv in the background
Skating on outdoor rink outside of Rockefeller plaza
The best restaurants with the BEST food ever
So if you go to New York just look around.
My helmet, the most important thing in my bag
My gloves, equivalent to a nuclear bomb in stench
That’s why I tell people to clench their nose
It could take down an entire civilization
Or is that just my imagination
My skates, my wheels
Everyone tries not to squeal
When they see me flying on my wheels
My stick, something way too expensive
That’s pretty inoffensive, right?
And my shoulder pads, growing smaller by the days
My knee pads, my saviors
If I didn’t have those, I wouldn’t have legs
that’s why I beg not to have chicken legs
My jersey, a velvet red with a tint of blue
Is it really true, mama?
Are you making beef stew?
Ewww.
My elbow pads, they’re no fad
But my smelly buddies are certainly rad.
How do you win an impossible game?
How do you get out of incredible shame?
How to tell the difference between glory and pain?
The answer is one and the same.
So like the spider said to the fly,
As the latter let out a sigh,
“Why accept fate when you could fly,
Because you could’ve, and should’ve flown high.”
If you’re not going to win,
Don’t stand back and let it in.
At least try to get a grin,
Because they like seeing
A good game
So remember the spider
And the fire inside her
So don’t give up
And eventually you’ll win.
How do you win an impossible game?
How do you get out of incredible shame?
How to tell the difference between glory and pain?
The answer is one and the same.
“Respect is one of life’s greatest treasures. I mean, what does it all add up to if you don’t have that?”
~Marilyn Monroe
When I first started to learn about responsibilities and respect, I thought it was annoying and worthless, but when I started to use the themes in my life, I started to enjoy it and realized it’s an important way to show self improvement. Those themes mean a lot to me because they are themes that will always be a key factor to a good community and lifestyle. That’s why respect and reasonability as the two pillars to write about.
Every good citizen adds to the strength of an nation
~Gordon B. Hinckley
When my morning starts I subconsciously think, “what will I be today?” I have an answer to that question, and though I may not think it directly, I know that I will be the best version of myself. I will be the person who cares, who puts in an effort. I will be the person who doesn’t just do the work, I will be the person who does it well. However, while that is what is most important to me, it’s only a fraction of what it takes to be a good citizen. I think today I will be a good citizen, the kind of person that people look up to. The kind of person that tries their best to do the right thing, in school and outside of school; and while I may not know that I want this in the moment, I know I will try my best to be the best version of myself.
“Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.”
~Ally Condie
It’s always the English class that really gets the gears of my head turning. Struggling to write this assignment got me going through the times when I was kind, and how it affected someone else. It was a challenge, thinking of a specific story to tell about my experiences. Especially since I had to dive into the inner relapses of my mind back to when I was a student at Claypit hill Elementary school. From the moment I walked through the door at 8:45, till the moment I left at 3:00 on the dot, those years were filled with memories of Respect—respect for my teachers, respect for my classmates, and respect for my friends—filled with a sense of caring,
Life is not always fair, but it can be better that way. Sometimes I like fairness and other times I like a challenge. Sometimes I like the challenge that unfairness gives me, but it can be overwhelming and makes me want the upper hand. Other times it’s good for it to be even and fair, it all depends on the situation.
