Free Write

Tonight is the first indoor track meet of the season. It may be only our school, but everyone should still come and watch. Erika is going to run so it is the biggest event of the year :P. I cannot wait to run the mile; it will be so exciting running my favorite event again. It is also good to have a night meet because I can come right home and do all my homework beforehand.

December Cinquaine

December
Cold, Frosty
Running, Freezing, Opening
December is the happiest month of the year.
Twelfth Month of the Year.

Free Write

Hopefully this week and next week will fly because then there are two days of school and then winter break starts. I am excited for Hanukkah, yes I am Jewish, and I think this winter break will be a good one. My first indoor track meet is on Saturday, but I do not know if I am even running in it. From Saturday until February, there is a meet every week (even over winter break :( ). I was sick last Friday; it was not fun. I felt cut off from the outside world for the whole weekend because I did not see any of my friends except for one. The only time I even went outside was when I went for a run.

Free Write

The first indoor track meet is next Saturday. The sad thing is that there might be cuts on the team for the first time. There have never been cuts since I started running, and I never thought there would be, but our coach said if people do not meet the times he wants they are off the team. The other sad thing is that only one person from out team can compete in each event. This means that I have to step it up or I will not even be able to run in a meet. The only nice thing is that we have four home meets where everyone can run.

Free Write

My break was very boring. I ate, slept, and watched TV. The two most exciting things that I did were go to the movies to see the new James Bond and hang out with friends one day out of the whole break. I was also on the computer a lot because I had nothing better to do. I am very excited today because one, it is my sister's birthday, and two, indoor track starts today and I cannot wait to start running the mile again.

100 Word Story

There once was a boy who loved to run. The track and the field were his home. The mile is the event for him. With the help from the teammates, he accomplished the goals that are meant to be met. One race after another, the difference in speed began showing at each meet. Soon realizing that these talents could help the team at future runs, the kid started to practice like no tomorrow. It payed off when the next gun went off. Lap followed by lap, working up, allowing the other person ahead, the runner finally took first place. Yay.

First Snow Haiku

Snow falls to the ground
When you look outside at snow
It seems so peaceful

Button Description Story

I used to be part of something; I used to be someone, but then I was lost. It all began when Mrs.Grannysmith placed me on the windowsill. I was special to her because my eyes were easier to see than the rest of us. It was that fateful day when she knocked me off the windowsill; I still do not know what happened. Mrs.Grannysmith tried to grab all of us but ended up spilling us, which led to me falling down into the forest below.
It seemed like decades before someone picked me up, but then I realized it was something else. An owl had thought I was its child; it must have been the facial characteristics that looked like fur. The owl brought me to its own nest and left me stranded for a little while. It felt like forever when finally he came back. Something was in his mouth, a dead mouse. He placed it down and seemed to want me to do something for him. I could not tell him I did not have a mouth. Then suddenly he grabbed me and went over to the side of the nest. It seemed that he wanted me to fly, but there was so much pressure on me that I could not escape before he let go. I fell even farther into the forest.
I woke up on something soft. It was a gold flower. I tried to get up, but I was injured from the owl’s impact. Then I heard something, a man, I think. He stood above me looking down. I tried to get his attention, but my outside blended in with the flowers, making me look like a pedal itself. The man walked away and left me. Soon it would be dark, and I would not know what to do with myself. I lost the only home I had; it was all over for me. That is when I saw the light as a hand picked me up and carried me back home. Mrs. Grannysmith had found me at last.

Free Write

On December 1, Indoor Track will begin. I am excited because I have not done this type if running before. Even though it is called indoor, the coaches want us to think it is called winter because we run outside every day unless the weather is bad. I have some high goals that I set even before the season starts; I plan to accomplish those goals. It will be a good experience because I have more people who are faster than me to run with, and I have to coaches who have been coaching for a long time.

20th Blog!

The Knife, The Phone, The Glass, and The Witness

The detective walked into the police station towards the interrogation room. Inside the room he saw, a bus passenger, a hiker, a butcher, a champagne-drinking wannabe, and a chair for himself.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he said, facing the four suspects.
No reply.
“You know why you are all here,” still no answer, “I am going to give each of you a chance to explain your story to me as to why you did not kill the mayor of our beloved town.”
The butcher stood up.
“What if none us were the ones who gone and done this crime you speak of?”
“Well then I guess you would not be here if you were not suspected Mr. Butcher,” replied the detective, “I also would like to suggest that you sit back down because I would not be talking if I played with knives all day.”
The butcher sat back down.
“Well then I guess we have our first volunteer out of the group, Mr. Butcher, please tell us your story...

My story begins with me on a simple delivery. I was to bring the meats down to the mayor’s personal restaurant. He had it created for the purpose of the town, and he wanted all different kinds of food there. This one particular day happened to be my day, and I was delivering steaks for a big business lunch.

“Mr. Butcher, please get to the point at which you saw the mayor die,” the detective commanded.
“Right, sorry about that. I always get a little carried away. Anyways…”

As I entered the kitchen everything seemed to be fine. It was quiet except for the soft music in the background. I knew that the mayor wanted these steaks pronto, but as I ran outside I heard a gunshot. The next thing I knew was that the mayor was on the ground, I saw a man get on a bus driving away, there were empty champagne bottles left on the bar, and I saw some hiking gear on a table nearby.

“That is preposterous, I did not leave my gear on the table,” said the hiker.
“Really, I guess a lot of people go hiking at this time of year then?” replied the butcher.
“Both of you be quiet!” the detective spoke, “Mr. Hiker would you be kind enough to tell us what you saw…

I was going to watch the mayor give a speech at his own personal restaurant. I had just come back from a huge camping trip and had no time to change. The waitress gave me a seat right next to the mayor’s table, and I was screaming in my head. It was an honor to sit next to him. I saw the butcher come out with a knife and steak in his hands. There was someone at the bar, and a bus had just stopped outside. I turned to the waitress to order, but then something happened. The mayor was on the ground, a knife sticking out of his chest. The butcher was gone, and the man at the bar disappeared.

“Wait, are you accusing me of killing the mayor?” the butcher asked.
“So what if I am is there a problem? The mayor was definitely not shot to death.”
“The champagne-drinking wannabe stood up.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I think it is my turn to explain what happened…

I had been drinking a few glasses of champagne when the hiker had walked into the bar. I never liked to call it the mayor’s personal restaurant because everyone else there too. I had also seen the butcher walk out with a knife and steak. As I asked for more champagne, I heard a scream. Turning around I saw the mayor with a knife in his chest. The butcher standing by with his steak his still in his hand ran out of the room. The hiker was in shock and hiding something underneath his jacket. It looked to me like a gun.

“I did no such thing!” announced the hiker.
“I saw you, do not deny it!”
“Well at least I was not blamed for it this time!” the butcher spoke.
“Wrong, he said he saw a knife, you could have easily thrown one and then took another one out!” the hiker replied.
“Wait why are you arguing with me, this means that he is accusing us of being accomplices,”
The detective stood up to get everyone’s attention.
“Excuse me. We still have one more person in the room.
Everyone turned to the bus passenger.
“I would like to state that I never did get off the bus. I saw who killed the mayor and I will reveal it at the end of my story…

I had been going on a cross country road trip for awhile, and it was nice to have someone else drive for a change when the trip was all over. As we passed the restaurant this is what happened, the hiker sat down at his table with his cell phone in one hand. The champagne-drinking wannabe was asking for more to drink, and the butcher was coming out with a steak and two knives. Then I blinked and the mayor fell over. The hiker quickly put his cell phone away under his jacket, while the butcher picked up the knives he dropped. His hands were trying to save the steak which is why he could only pick one knife up. The killer picked up the knife that was dropped and stabbed the mayor before anyone could realize that it was really a bullet that killed him.

“Then my good friend, who is the killer?” the detective asked.
“The killer is-

Jimmy stopped moving his fingers. That was enough for now; he would continue typing his story later.

Wonderland

Before my haiku, I would just like to say what Wonderland is; Wonderland is just a mix of a few different colors, but it is colored in to make it look crazy. This color is referenced to Alice in Wonderland, of course, and any "out of the box" part of the story.

Haiku: Wonderland
Stepping through the door
Alice saw a world of dreams
Was it all a dream

Free Write

Yesterday, after ending cross country, was the indoor track meeting. I encourage anyone reading this to come out because I do not care if you have an excuse. It is nice having a month long break in between seasons because I can get my homework done right when I get home. I can eat dinner earlier because I do not have to be at practice. Starting on December 1, Boys Indoor Track and Field starts, so even though I have a month long break, I still have to keep running to not lose any shape I am in. Also I am excited because I will get to run my favorite event, the mile. This year I want to do something that most freshmen do not do. I want to be able to run under a five minute mile, which will take a lot of work, but anyone can do it with the right training.

Presidental Election 2008

I have nothing to say about this topic. I was asleep when everything was going on :).

November

Two days ago was the start of November. Today I have a test which is not good. This month is the end of the first marking period, which means that we are officially one quarter of the way done school.

The World Series

Last night for the first time in awhile, I watched the Phillies win. I was never a big sports fan for any sport, and I never liked to watch them on TV. For this occasion I had to watch, it was the world series. It was the fifth game and the Phillies and the Rays were tied at 2-2 in a suspended game. Last night was when the game continued and in the bottom of the sixth inning we scored another run. The Rays responded by scoring a home run, but then we came back with another one making the score 4-3. At the top of the ninth it all depended on one last strike to win the World Series. Our pitcher did it, and after 28 years, the fans never looked so happy. The whole team was in a frenzy, it was something I might never see again.

Abstract to Cocrete

Loneliness is...
watching lifetime by yourself
an empty building across the street


Surprise is...
waking up with snow on the ground
a car accident

Anger is...
not getting the shoes you wanted
sisters

Conscious Story

To Be Conscious

The one thing that my father always told me was that I should always be conscious of people’s thoughts, ideas, and feelings. On a side note, he told me to also always be conscious of my surroundings because I never knew what was going to happen. I always thought about this after my father died; I never used to be aware of anything, half the time I was not even awake. When he died, everything became clear as daylight. I began to think harder than ever before, maybe children were not the only ones who could not be conscious of others. I never cared about anyone or what was on their mind. I just did what I wanted to do, which would get me in trouble sometimes.

Before my father died, I remembered that the last thing I said to him was not very conscious of his feelings. I barged out of he room at that point and never saw him again. I felt terrible afterwards and thought that I should go and see him. He was always conscious of my feelings, and me I think that I could do the same for him. Before I knew it he was dead, committed suicide right before my very eyes. He never cared about anyone as much as he did me. When they found him hanging outside his apartment window, I could not bare it any longer.

To this day I try to tell my own kids that the best thing that you can do is to be conscious of others. I try not to be hypocritical, but sometimes I go back to those old ways; the ways where I could not control what I say. I feel something is wrong with me and that I should see a doctor. I know that with my kids alongside me, I can be a changed man. My father died because of me, I did not want my kids to know that. I never did tell them what had happened, the true story would never come out of me. It always changed, either in a car crash or murdered, but never me. The one thing my kids would always say to their friends is, “The one thing that my father always tells me is that I should always be conscious of people’s thoughts, ideas, and feelings”. I know I had done my job and that my father would be prouder than ever if he were still here.

Tomorrow

I am excited for tomorrow because it is the last big meet for the cross country season. I get to miss the entire day of school to go to Lehigh University and run three miles. This is no ordinary meet because this is the District 1 meet. The state is separated into a certain amount of districts and at the state meet the qualifiers all come into a combined race. I am hoping that our varsity, or some of our varsity, will make it to states this year. I, unfortunately, have no chance of making it to states because I am running junior varsity. Junior varsity cannot make states and there are not even awards for the race; it is only an exhibition round for the coaches to see what kind of varsity they might have next year. Another reason I am excited for tomorrow is because since it is the last race of the seasons, I want to run my best time. I want to give my best race for the last race. There will be a lot of competition, 800 other runners, but I know that I can do it.

Thinking Out of The Box

I think thinking outside of the box is when that your ideas are less relevant than someone who is thinking inside the box. The ideas that come to someone when they think outside the box are sometimes completely crazy, or they just seem like they are so dumb that they will never happen. I think discovering electricity was one of those "thinking outside the box" moments.

Frost

Too tired to post, but frost is not that bad in my opinion. I like the cold weather better than the warmer weather. My picture reminds me that the holidays are coming up and that frost is just the first sign.

Foggy Fall Morning

Today is Tuesday October 14, 2008 and it is a foggy fall morning. I think it is cool to look out at the fog and not be able to see anything, as if it had disappeared. I also think that the fog gives out this boring feelings. The weather is not nice when it is foggy sometimes, and it just feels like it is going to be a gloomy day.

Favorite Restaurant

My favorite restaurant would have to be Hibachi. The menu is cool because in some of the restaurants there is a regular dinner menu and then the actual Hibachi menu. It is arranged by different pairs of different types of food. It has a Japanese theme. The menu is designed simple and easy to understand; the price is right next to the item of which you want to buy.

Weekend Off

Today is October 8, 2008. We only have a three day week which means a four day weekend. I am so happy that we do not have to come to school. I think kids need a break sometimes and this is the perfect example for it. It just gives me and others a chance to relax and forget about schoolwork for at least one day off. In other words, one day is enough out of four to cool our brains off.


P.S. Wissahickon won their cross country meet yesterday!

Success

I define success as something that occurs when you work for something that you want. Success is something like a reward and you can achieve it by working as hard as you possibly can. To be successful you have got to do all the right things. Before anything else, school should come first.

Rainy Friday

I hate rainy Fridays. To feel the rain dripping down on you is not fun. I do not like doing anything in the rain when it is the fall. When it rains in the summer you can actually enjoy it a little. I know that I do not care if rain falls on me when it is hot out because then it cools you off. When you see rain in the fall, gloomy feelings enter your mind. Sometimes I get a boring feeling out of it and sometimes I get this sad feeling out of it. You just get this feeling that its going to be a boring day.

Cree Poem

Runs With The Rabbit

He stepped onto the track,
His spikes tied tight
The people around him cheered,
As he stepped onto the line
The gun went off

Since he was thirteen,
He ran for his life
Training to become the best,
Better than all the rest
The first lap finished

He began to run outside of school,
Staying in shape was the thing to do
He trained and trained
Everyone saw a runner being born
The second lap flew by

His second year of running
The coach knew what he saw,
What he saw was a runner
A runner who had a goal
The third lap was done

The summer came once again
It was his time race against people who were not his friends
The race was coming to close,
As the last lap was a sprint for the win,
But in the end, he had won

The rabbit raced him
The rabbit paced him
But to him
The rabbit had helped him
He had ran with the rabbit

Autumn

Today is the first day of Autumn. I like that the weather starts to get colder, and soon winter will start. School is now underway which may not be the best :(. Now all we have to look forward to is winter vacation. Nothing exciting every happens in the fall. I think it is a boring season. The only thing interesting is that the leaves change color.

Cree Story

Runs With The Rabbit

He started to run in his thirteenth year. A lot of people around him thought it was weird, running laps for fun. He disagreed, he wanted to improve and show them all wrong. Starting off was hard, but as he got into things, running became better and better. The people who watched could see; he could see it. His coach would watch, and by the middle of the season, he noticed what was going on. At one point, coach even said to him that he thought he could be the best in his fourteenth year. Taking this to hear, he ran the last two races of the season as hard as he could, breaking personal records along the way. Soon after he noticed there were other places to run besides the school.
To be the best he could be, he had to keep up running. He thought he was pretty good for running under six minutes in his mile. He thought that with the older guys leaving, in his fourteenth year he could be the best. Of course this was starting to become cockiness, but with his parents helping him, he took that thought out of his head. As he raced through the summer, he realized there were kids his age that were completely better than him. They had run longer than him, and he did not realize it. After suffering two loses, he knew that to beat them next year he would have to step it up a lot, using them as what is known as the rabbit.
A year did go by pretty fast; he trained hard for his fourteenth year. That year at school, his coach knew he could do it. He ran for his school in the championship, placing in both of his events. Then the summer seasons cam again, and the rabbits came back into his head. He knew he could compete with them this year, and would not stop until he had pushed them to their limits. The race was a hot Saturday morning; there were only nine in his race (eight would make it to the next one). As the gun went off, everyone moved into position. He started off in third, the two guys who had beaten him the year before were in front of him. As soon as he had the passed the one, another man came up to challenge him. He thought to himself, this will not happen. Leaving this man behind, he began to move up challenging the man who had beaten him last year, who had been leading the whole race. He was ahead by 100 meters, and being used as the rabbit. The rabbit was the pacer of the race. He started gaining on the other man, wanting to win. On the final 100 meters it was a deadlocked tie. He wanted it all; his facial expression changed along with his speed, this was the end. They both crossed the line at the same time, but by different hundredths of a second. He did not know it now, but he had won by so little. As he found out, his hear jumped for joy. He had done it. He had beaten all odds. He raced his heart out. He had raced with the rabbit.

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