My favorite winter holiday

My favorite winter holiday

2005, my family decided to take a trip to the Dominican Republic. This was the first time in my short amount of years that we went to another place after Christmas besides our other home in Kelowna or just simply staying at home. I remember the flight and looking through the window at the long and vibrant blue ocean. When I stepped out of that plain that was the first time in my life that I had valid memory of in which I was able to experience true humidity. It felt like being in the rainforest. I also remember the uncomfortable yet remarkable feeling of dodging the crabs that scattered the ground like land mines. My youthful mind fearing of them grabbing at my feet. I remember the first time I could recall the feeling of sand trapped between my toes and the sight of being under the ocean, surrounded by fish. One prime moment I remember was the look of confusion on a bartender when I asked him for a daiquiri, not realizing there there was a difference between the ones that I had tried earlier. Later that night me and my sisters had just left the buffet and decided to go jump in the ocean with our clothes on. But the fun only lasted until my sister got scared from stepping on one of the many wandering crabs on the shore.  Although there was always a significant amount of rain, the humidity is something that I really enjoyed. Unfortunately it all came to an end and I found myself back at the same airport fearing the crabs invading the sidewalk, and looking at the same seagulls flying in the sky over the ocean when I was in the plane. That was my favorite winter holiday.

Blog #3

Blog 3

The last couple of hours before the weekend

          The only thing I was able to ask myself was “How did I get here so fast?” That’s what my thought was looking up at the clock that read 3:04. As soon as I saw that I had a flashback to earlier in the morning when I woke up. I remembered the blunt feeling of waking up being sharpened by the fact that today was a Friday. Only one more day to stay on my academic grind before being able to get myself together for the next week of school. As soon as I stepped through those large school doors, I realized that there was still a long set of hours before that final bell went and that I would be stuck between those painful hours. After mindlessly getting myself through those long periods and thoughtless conversations I had with my friends throughout the day, I was suddenly here at 3:05 when walking through those doors was only a minute ago. I had just endured the pain of finishing all my assignments in study hall that I had sought out to complete in order to have a stress-free weekend, followed by me trying desperately to keep my eyes open in order to take in every little detail of my assignments. I’m now at 3:07, the point where I know that there is not much wait left yet there is still a strong feeling of impatience. The red hand on that clock moving slow as I can recall it moving and the worst part was knowing that there was nothing I could do but wait. 3:09 The Surge of impatience drifts away as my friends come towards me to assure our plans for the day. Keeping my eyes open is no longer a task, and the bell marking the end of the week, lights up the inside of my ears. Now the only task was getting home.

Blog #2

            I clearly made the wrong decision. That’s exactly what I said to myself when I was thinking about what got me staying up at midnight doing my social essay with my English essay untouched. I was thinking about how my friends came up to me after school and asked me if wanted to go play some ball. I knew that I had homework, but I felt like I was about to fall asleep and that I should play for a bit. Unfortunately for myself, a bit turned into playing ball until nine thirty in the evening. It was quite a while till I realized how screwed I was after watching television for a long time thinking to myself the essay should be a breeze I will be in bed by ten o’clock no problem. Then I looked at a note on my phone telling me I had my English essay plus my social essay and my math. I could’ve easily just made an excuse but I have already had too many run-ins with all my teachers that I could not risk putting myself in that position. When I finally finished I realized that I could really use a glass of milk. When I went downstairs to get my milk, I came across my rambunctious dog Barkley. He was giving me this look and I was trying to figure out where I had seen that look before. Then it hit me, but before I could do anything Barkley began to pee on the floor. Majority of the time I would get super rattled, but it was so late in the night that I just began to laugh so hard my sides felt like they were about to fall out. Then it took me a few seconds to realize how tired I was and I fell asleep right on the spot.

Blog #1

Camping blog

            There are not many things that are more fun than going on a camping trip. Just some time away from the busy city life and some time in the real world. For me I have had some crazy memories to recall upon from my camping experiences. Like for example, there was this one camping trip from about nine or eight years ago that occurred in about late august late august just before school started. The camping trip featured my family members plus my cousins and both sides rented some RVs. Then finally there was one night where we were sitting by the fire, and it starts to get a bit brisk out so I am wrapped in a blanket right by the fire. My cousin and me are sipping on some hot chocolate when my cousin says hey lets go for a walk. So my cousin and me are just hiking through the grounds until we come across a field that just so happened to be loaded with a bunch of cows. I then notice my cousin pick up a stick off the ground and confused, I ask what might he be doing with a stick. He then tells me that we might as well go and whack the cows with sticks. Being very young at the time, my youthful ignorance tells me that hitting the cows with a stick is the best thing we could do at that point. So we are walking cautiously towards the cows and we find ourselves about a foot away from this one cow that is just planted in the place where it is standing. I glance at my cousin to see what he was about to do and he lets out a deep breath. So he winds up and gives this cow one really good lick with the stick in his hand. Nothing happened al the cow does is turn around and look at us with one of those blank cow stares. Expecting something better my cousin takes a few more hard shots at the cow till finally it turns around. The cow went from blank stare to full on rage face. Scared out of our young minds we scream and start booking it back to where the RVs were parked, until we end up accidently finding ourselves at the lake. We took a second to enjoy the peace and quiet of the lake in the night when my cousin, oblivious as he is, decides to push me into the brisk water. Out of anger I grab him and push him back in with me and we ended up going at it hard in the lake. Finally we are tired and we head back to camp knowing we had a lot of explaining to do.