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A Long Class

Jan30

“The Civil War resulted in more deaths than the Vietnam, Taiwanese, and the….”

The brain automatically tuned out my teacher’s loud, raspy voice (Is that even possible?) as my eyelids drifted down. Fluffy bed sheet covers. Nice, comfy pillows. I couldn’t stop thinking about going into a deep sleep for a long, relaxing and quiet week. That would be nice….

I saw a big, puffy snow white cloud as I fell into the softness and lay there, eyes closed. I wanted to stay here forever, sleep forever. A rainbow fades in as I feel this perfection. Everything’s flawless: the soft breathing of my own body, the light blue sky, my history teacher looming over me….

WHAT?!? Oh, gosh.

My eyes dart open just in time like a sudden movement in a very still place. The bell rings, and I stumble out if my seat. I look at the clock. 10 am?!? I’m gonna have trouble surviving this really long day….

Dogs

Nov30

A soft bundle of fur,

Much better than a cat’s purr,

They’re comforting and kind,

Even if they are blind.

They lick you and rub you,

For whatever you’re going through,

And although they don’t speak,

They’ll help you when you’re weak.

Sometimes they bark,

At home and at parks,

But the speciality of dogs,

Is that they do everything for a cause. Continue reading →

A Little Bird

Nov17

My grandparents visit every two years or so in the summer. When I was little, they would rock me to sleep to a lullaby about a little bird. The song says that a little bird glides through the air with her mother. They spread their wings and soar up, down, and all the other directions.

Then, when I grew a bit older, my grandpa made up movements to got with the song. As the song starts, you lift up your arms so they’re in a straight line. Throughout the song, you slowly lift a leg up in the air. By the end of the lullaby, you end up looking like a little bird flying around in the sky.

I’ve remembered every word and pitch to that song to this day. Every night, when I’m having trouble sleeping, I think of the cozy and short song my grandparents sung. My thoughts drift to the image of my grandma and grandpa’s face, and even though my family is visiting them again next summer, I miss them very much.

Never Again

Oct23

One night, my family went out to a family dinner, which is pretty rare on weekdays but since it was a no homework night a a late start tomorrow, it was acceptable.We live in Senna Hills, where it’s near the Hill Country Galleria, which has a few good restaurants, but it’s mostly for shopping. I always loved going to Maudie’s and ordering my favorite dish, enchiladas. Sometimes, going to the same place every time gets boring, so instead of going to Maudie’s, we drove around to see what kind of food there was. Finally, my mom decided we try Waterloo since it was delicious in our old neighborhood.

We walked in together after we found a parking spot (which wasn’t hard). Surprised, we walked into a large building with a lot more tables than needed to find that only about 4 of them were filled. I’ve never been to Waterloo before, so I just thought it wasn’t very popular. I was wrong. My mom searched up reviews for the restaurant and found that it was very popular. Everywhere except the one in the Hill Country Galleria.

After ordering, my family were expecting a 10 minute wait or so. We chatted, then waited another 5 minutes. Then another 5 minutes. Then another. My mom’s teeny little salad finally came and it actually cost $6! I had a few pieces of her salad and waited some more. Twenty-five minutes passed by since we ordered and we’ve only got a salad!

It felt like I was waiting an entire 3 hours before I got my food. To be honest, it looked disgusting. It also tasted disgusting, but at the time, I was hungry, so I ate it.

Egulhuhgh!

I shoved it down, and an hour later, my stomach hurt. We never went back there again.