Yesterday, we had an absolutely amazing opportunity to go to Walden Pond. I can honestly say it was unlike anything else. I felt as if I were truly able to reach my inner self and my inner writer. When we first got there, I was wowed by the size of Henry Thoreau's cabin. It was very small and petite, yet I almost felt at home when I initially entered. I could practically see myself living in that little shanty. I know that some people will think that this is crazy, who could ever live in such a place? Well like Thoreau, I would be able to. It has all the necessities; heat, a dest, and a bed. The best part is the desk, for it would be perfect for writing. For the readers who are in my English class, what you might not have guessed is I am insanely in love with writing. What I am not in love with however, is when people tell me what to write about or when I have to write things. For me, the most peaceful thing in the world is sitting down in the silence and just writing. I used to keep a journal where I would go outside into the woods and just write; sometimes for hours. I enjoy it immensely. Anyways, when we went down to the beach at Walden, the first thing we did was find a spot and write. It was a nice way to really start off the trip. We were then given directions to walk around the pond and meet about a quarter of the way around in thirty minutes. So off I went, with only my IPad I was off on an adventure I had not yet taken advantage of. About ten minutes into the walk I found a few rocks, so I sat and wrote. “Beneath my body, lays the cold, hard rock that keeps me elevated. A mere twenty feet from the water, yet I can feel the chill immersing from the surface. The heat of my body is barely kept insulated by my flannel shirt. It is cold. I can see into the water, ripples from the thrown rocks impair my view. Adolescent men, unsuccessfully attempting to skip a stone across the top of the pond.” I got distracted, and lost my groove. I felt so relaxed when I was writing that piece, I genuinely cannot put into words how I felt at that exact moment. Sadly, I did not get into that groove again. Going to Walden pond is going to be one of my most memorable experiences in my writing career.
One by one I pluck,
the cold hard brass,
attached to my acuostic guitar.
Feel like a Hawiian,
flower shirt and all,
I strum the uke like it is my job.
Three intstuments I own,
will there be more,
that is unknown.
Guitar lessons with Fitz,
Wasting our time,
singing Octopus's Garden.
To start off, I want you to know that this will not be your steriotipical post about soccer or a sport and how I live for soccer and it is everything. I want to say that soccer sucks. Its fun to play when you are with friends and all, but not during a game or anything. In a match, if you think about it it is just a bunch of smelly adolesnt boys kicking a ball at eachother. Wow so much fun. It is the most stupid sport(besides basketball which I won't get into now.) People practice hard so they can be better at kicking a ball; Or faking people out. Especially when you don't need to fake them out. The worst thing to wtch in a soccer game is people doing fancey tricks with the ball for no apperent reason. It just doesn't make much sence. People will say well Matt you play soccer how can you hate it? Well the biggest thing is that I'm a goalie. The only reason that I'm a goalie is so it sounds better me saying I'm on a not lowest of low team. I only play goalie so I can tell people that I made Jv soccer. Its actually kind of funny. (Seriously though, I enjoy soccer a lot and I think it is a great sport and I love it. I simply ran out of things to write about so I wrote exactly the opposite of what I thought about the sport becuase I thought it would be interesting to blog in a different perspective than most people and than I do usually.)
King of things living and dead,
Duke feels powerful.
We let him freely rome,
around the house;
until he makes a crucial mistake,
of eating my shoe.
Into his cage he goes!
Not to been seen until he is forgiven.
he whimpers like a coward.
He knows what he has done is wrong,
but he pretends like he doesn't.
He knows he chewed on my sperry's,
the nicest pair of shoes I own.
I run franticly,
picking up every dog toy I can find.
Stowing them under my bed,
for them to suffer like I will suffer.
Without my shoes,
I am a hobo.
Without their toys,
they are hopeless.
The scoundrel runs around for an hour,
looking for something to chew on;
a tennis ball,
But he is completely unaware that I have his things.
He makes me feel bad.
With those "puppy dog eyes."
Mans best friend,
When you are fishing, you won't always catch anything. Be you should be able to enjoy the day anyway.
Better to be 3 hours early than 1 minute late
School work takes priority over fun. Failing to compleat my homework renders poor grades, stress, and disappointment. In order to avoid this situation I must stay on task at night and plan efficiently. I know this will help me maintain a positive attitude, and good grades. When I fell behind six assignments last year, I felt helpless, overwhelmed, and ashamed. I allowed Tv shows and baseball distracted me so I fell into a hole of unfinished work. More and more work started to pile up, and I felt hopeless about ever catching up. It was awful falling behind, but these types of things are the things that make me especially grateful to be at Fenn. Having teachers, tutors, and advisors constantly telling me to hand things in on time and when they are late to make sure I get them in is something I would not get in public school. As annoying as it was, I am so thankful that they were there to support me and help me through those struggling times. When I get my work in on time and it is not late school is a lot more fun, but not fulfilling my ability to do those things causes further stress.
Sometimes, things must be given up to be gained. Over the course of the summer, I made a major decision that made me to give up some of my greatest friendships to gain an extra year at Fenn. Unfortunately many of my friends left to go to a different high school. I wanted to move on with my friends, but I felt as if it would be better for me to seize such an opportunity to experience a ninth grader at Fenn. The opportunity to stay for ninth grade felt priceless to me. It troubled me to know I needed to make new friends. Overall, I realized that I would be able to make friends over the course of my lifetime, but I will not get the opportunity to stay at fenn ever again.
“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.”
Patience; one of the many thing that fishing teaches you. One have the ability to wait all day if they want to be a fisherman. When I go fishing, I will either have the most patience in the world, or I will not even be able to cast ten times before I leave. When I do not have patience, I do not catch fish.
I am constantly trying to find ways to make me more patient. Everyone has heard of the old trick of just counting to ten. When I was little, my grandmother would tell me 99% of the time to count to ten if I was frustrated or angry. I cannot remember a time when it worked. Just recently I have retried that strategy, and found it to be quite helpful. When I am at home doing homework I get pissed off very easily, so I will close my eyes and count to ten. The first number comes, one, I inhale; two, I exhale. I breath in through my nose on odd numbers, and out through my mouth on even numbers.
This tactic is so helpful for me because it forces me to stop everything in its tracks and breath. By counting to ten, my day gets better.