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.
Tall and intimedating,
but ontop of this monster,
lays the early bird,
A few quick jabs,
red splatters everywhere,
for a tomato is cut.
Bright and golden,
always taken for granted,
the sun keeps us living.
The world wide question that every five year old kid will ask; What is under my bed? There has never been a truly correct answer to this question. Maybe a monster, maybe a magical land, could be Alex Hill, or just a pair of sox. It all depends on the type of parents you have. The fun ones, or the strict truth tellers. If you have fun parents, they could go on and on each night about how underneath your bed, there is a portal to a mystical world. A world filled with dragons, elves, trees that talk, or even the most weird of them all, gnomes. The gnomes that travel around the world under your bed looking for the way out; and once they find the way out escaping from that place. Coming into a better world of McDonalds and obesity. You father could tell you that if you wake up in the middle of the night, you might just have little "mimi people" running around your room! How you should not fear them because they just want to have a good time and party. Or, you could have the boring strict parents who tell you there is nothing there and tell you to go back to sleep. That is the type of moms and dads live a standard, ordinary life full of nothing exiting. Either way, whether you have fun parents or not, we will truly never know what is under your bed.
At the beginning of this week the ninth grade class went to a small camp in Winslow, Maine called Camp Caribou. The whole point of this trip was to bond our class and to have us be able to trust our classmates. So we set off early monday morning for a four hour bus ride(which was full of fantasy football trades.) When we got there we immediately started to do some class games. I knew this trip was going to be fun and full of bonding with my colleagues after that afternoon.
Day two came and it was all about trust, so after breakfast we suddenly headed into what was called the "low ropes course". The low ropes course was a teamwork and communication. We were separated into our cabin groups and sent off. All of the exercises we did that day were very strenuous, but a lot of fun. The morning really showed me that I could trust my friends immensely and that they were going to support me throughout this trip. After the morning we had the high ropes course. This involved all thirty-six of us to be in harnesses, so we would not get injured if we fell. A lot of the obstacles were extremely high up, and to me this was very intimidating. I was one of the first people to go on the rock climbing wall. I was so nervous, but all of my friends helped me to get the confidence to go up. About half way up, I was scared out of my mind and was ready to come down. Then I heard from across the ropes course some of my mates cheering me on and encouraging me to continue. It really showed me that they cared for me and wanted me to do well. So I continued up the rock wall and made it to the top. I was very proud of myself and when I came down my friends were there to congratulate my and help me get off of the wall. The other obstacle that I was having trouble with was the telephone pole we had to climb and then jump off. I was climbing up the poll, having second thoughts about the whole thing, when I heard a few of the kids in my class who I am not the best of friends with(not that I don"t like them, just I don't really hang out with them)cheer me on and give me the courage and strength to climb up. One I got up I was TERRIFIED, because I knew the only way down was jumping. About fifteen seconds after I'm up I start to hear people count down from five. ninety-five percent of my body was telling me not to jump, and the other five percent was to scared to think! When the count hit one I had no choice, so I jumped. I am so glad I jumped, but I am even more glad that my friends were supporting me in that way.
This trip was so essential for my class, because it not only showed us that everyone can be trusted, but everyone wants to be able to help you through your struggles. I am so grateful that I was given this opportunity to get close with my grade, and it will help me for the rest of this year.