Week 16: Closing 2013

Wow. Another year of laughter, tears, anger, cancelled plans, and memories. I can't believe I'm already 18. This could be the last winter that I spend with some of my class mates. Most of them, more than likely. I will miss them. When the last minutes of high school are passing you by something silly happens. I think that people start to wake up. They start to play harder, laugh longer, enjoy more of the little things. Just seems strange that we all waited till now to see how great we have it. With all my Christmas shopping done, I'm looking forward to Christmas 2013. The summer of this year was so fast that it was like a blur. Volleyball season went by in the same way. Oh how the moments rush by as my high school career comes to an end!

Week 15: Snow?

Snow is wet and miserably cold if you don't wear the proper attire. It falls in flakes, each one unique, and they seems so small, but it builds up fast. When a lot of snow falls all at once, its called a blizzard and during blizzards, driving becomes extremely unsafe. If much snow does fall, snowball fights can be had. A snowball fight is when two or more people pack snow into ball form and throw these balls of snow at each other. If proper snow gear is worn, these fights can be enjoyable and competitive. Sledding is also something you can do in the snow. Sledding requires a hill and a sled, typically made of plastic. Makeshift sleds can be made out of trash can lids, if need be. You sit upon the sled and slide it down the snow. All and all, when you are prepared for snow, it can be fun. But be warned, if you don't dress correctly, it will be a terrible waste of your time.

Week 14: Small Desions, Big Consequences

If I could go back to the Fourth of July, 2012, my life would have been substantially different. If I could have went back to that day, I would have gone against against tradition. Usually I make an extreme effort to not go to my father's house for the Fourth. Ever since he got home from the war, fireworks haven't been his thing. Actually I would venture to say that the Fourth was his least favorite holiday. So with tradition, 2012 was no different. After a few "Happy Fourth" texts and a brief conversation over the text message with my father I planned to enjoy the rest of the holiday without further thought of my dad. I went to Damion's house to watch the fireworks, and it was there that I received a heart breaking phone call. My dad fell off his roof while he was cleaning the gutters. If I could have gone back, I would have made a trip out there. Maybe even stayed the night on the third. When he went to go clean, I would have said, "Dad, let the boys clean the gutters. Let's go to Pizza Hut instead." And he would have responded something like, "Pizza Hut sounds good. Maybe I'll get some Canadian bacon on my pizza." Then he never would have fallen, and he wouldn't have died when he did. He would probably still be here. Actually it's the weekend as I write this, so I would probably be with him if that day would have been different.