Ocean journal entry

The waves gently rock my boat as it rides up and down huge swells. I cast out with my line and hope for good fortune. No bites. After fishing for hours in the beautiful blue green wonderland, I turn my boat around and inhale as I enjoy the salty familiar ocean aroma. The wind has been gradually been picking up speed throughout the course of the day and I shiver as it blows my hair about. I watch the wind and water collide resulting in patterns that have never occurred before, and might never again. Gradually throughout the dayt he sky turns darker and the wind picks up speed. I sense a storm coming and sprint into the cabin and turn the wheel around as I set course for land, or anywhere safe. Looking out the window I see lightning flash in brilliant instances that dazzle and blind the eye. I hear my dog bark as he is pounded by a heaving white wave. He begins to slip and I pounce and feel myself catch him as he is lifted of his feet yet again. The dog is too much trouble and I put him below decks as I have our survival on my hands. Metal cracks in the hull, and I run to the radio. No signal, the radio cable has snapped off. I run to the life boat which is a simple rowboat, for my boat can barely carry the equipment that is a necessity for fishing, much less a several thousand pound motor boat with a ceiling that is equipped with survival materials such as food, water, flares, and survival suits. In seventy foot seas this small dinghy would be overturned instantly. I can only hope that when my boat goes over the waves it has what is called a righting moment where the balance needs to be perfect as the boat needs to right itself. Although hope is little in quantity and I must accept my watery grave.

Recess Journal Post

I rush by by fellow students as I dribble the orange basketball- dribbling and spinning If shake of the cold; nipping at my ears and arms as it numbs my arms. I shudder and wish I had brought a hat. I put my hands out in front of me and call for the basketball. A teammate passes to me and I felt the grip of the ball in my hands. I hoist the ball into shooting position and drop it in disappointment as I hear the class bell ringing in my ears. I turn to my friends and we slowly, sadly, trudge away from the colored leaves, the biting cold, and in a more depressing sense, our freedom (dramatic eh?)

A basketball game: the perfect time to ruin someones day

Hi in some of my earlier posts I told you I played select basketball, and in those games I tend to get my opponents ire up. In one of our latest games we played whitefish bay and they had a very taaaaaaaaaaaaaaalll tall tall tall tall tall tall kid. He's taaaaaaalller than Steve with Aaron on his shoulders. When you guard a taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalll person our coach wants us to "three quarter" the guy or stick an arm into his side and put your other arm in front of him to deny the ball. I kind of got carried away. I started tickling the taaaaaaaaaaaalll taaaaaaaaaaaalll guy and he got mad. After that someone called my teamate an idiot so I shouted out WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG MAN. So I have to start sleeping with one eye open because they will come back and get me some day

Those annoying kids in my neighborhood do the darndest things/ Night of the incredibly annoying home- walkers

People who walk and drive by and through Steeplechase, Deerhaven, and Meadowbrook Farms, should watch out for strange occurrences during the times of 2:45- 3:30, for this is the time when the terribly annoying walker- homers emerge from their den that is Asa Clark Middle School, and prowl the surrounding neighborhoods looking for dumb and stupid things to do. If caught, tricked or joked around with by these three fiends, I would call their parents, but nobody knows who they are. Some natural behaviors of these strange entities are posing on top of the signs at the entrance to neighborhoods, doing strange walks down the road, annoying dogs, weird jokes, and attempting to stop drivers with an invisible rope, also watch out for rap songs, hey jude singing, the meet the spartans walk, the chakarone dance, and frequent references to a mysterious Mr. M. who happens to teach music. Next it must be told where the natural habitats of these strange beasts are and they would happen to be, basketball courts, soccer fields, football fields and games, varsity soccer, football, and basketball games, Asa Clark Middle School, and rap studios. So when driving around Pewaukee all that can be said is watch out because those kids do the darndest things.