S is for School

I open my eyes and feel the dread of waking up. I finally roll out of bed and put my uniform on. I really really don't want to go to school. It's so boring and I don't learn a lot anyway. All you do is sit in a stupid classroom and do pointless work all day long, while your teacher stands at the front of the classroom talking about who knows what. Oh, how I wish I never had to attend school. Just thinking about staying home and laying in the sun all day makes me sad, because I know I can't. I dislike school to an extreme.

30% of all kids that go to school hate it. 15% of kids never get the opportunity to attend school. Even though I have never felt this way about going to school, some kids have, and those who have should feel shame. I don't understand why some one could hate school when there are millions of other children out there dying to go. It just doesn't make sense to me. We take so much for granted as humans and we don't even think about it. I think that the kids that hate school should just drop out and let some one who really wants to go and can learn something from it take their place. So many children will stay at home all day wishing they could go to school and learn anything and everything, while half of us who do get the amazing opportunity to go to school wish we at home doing nothing. It doesn't make any sense and I think something should be done to change this. What do you think should be done?

I hope that I will never feel this way about school and take anything ever again for granted. Just because it isn't your favourite thing to do in the world, you have to understand that there is some one out there killing to be in your spot at that moment and they can't. The next time I see anyone else take something like this for granted I am going to tell them everything I have just told you and I hope you will do the same.

Life Lesson: Don't take things for granted because there is always someone else out there who would kill to be doing what your doing at that moment.

I commented on Tommy's Post about Lady Gaga.

A is For Alone

You’re home alone for the first time. You’re sitting there watching T.V., trying to ignore that one thought that keeps tugging at the back of your mind. What if some ones here? You know you’re over exaggerating, but you can’t help it. You’ve heard about kind of thing before. Your heart starts pounding so fast and hard you feel as though its about to break out of your rib cage. What do I do, you think. A sweat breaks out on your palms. You want desperately to call your parent but are to horrified about what could happen if you dare move, you can’t. Then you hear to front door creak and then start to open bit by bit and you feel like a statue, frozen in time forever. Then relief floods through your body, and in that instant you know everything will be okay. It’s just your parents.

This was what my first time home alone was like when I was ten. Some people quite enjoy being alone, others can’t stand being on their own. I really can’t say that I have an opinion on this because I have never really truly been on my own. The closest I have ever come is being left home alone. If I had to base a decision on what I have experienced so far I would have to say that I have grown quite fond of being alone, because it gives me time to think and I enjoy the piece and quit. What is your opinion on being on your own?

I think being on your own is just something that you have to get used to. I think that living on your own builds character and makes you stronger and so much more independent. Its something, even though I probably will hate it, its something I want to do when I’m old enough. Do you think that you would ever want to do you want to live on your own when your old enough or if you are already past that age do you wish you had done lived on your own for a while?

Life Lesson: Even though you are scared to do something, don’t give up because you may just become something better because of it!

I commented on Hannah's Blog M is for Math

F is for My Furture

Some people think that their future is already decided and everything in life in a way has already happened because even if you wanted to you couldn't change it, like in The Time Travelers Wife (the main character travels through time and can't change the events of his past to make an effect on his future). I don't agree with that. Do you?

When you think about our lives are, though undecided, still very planed. When you hit the age of about three or four you go to school until your seventeen or eighteen, which in my opinion is boring. They should work on spicing that up a bit. After that you can then either take a year off, or more commonly go to college or university. Then you can go and get a job, and get married and have a family. You then work until your kids leave the house or until you retire. Then you live with your husband or wife in a old peoples retirement home (EW) until you die. I don't want my life to be like that when I'm older because no offense to the people who live like that but it is too boring for me.

When I'm older I want to finish school at SJK. I want to play basketball at the amazing Duke University, and get a good education there. I am going to change their woman's basketball leauge there forever. I don't know what I want to do yet, but when I do I know it will be something I enjoy and it will be great. I want to then take one or two years off before going to work. You know do something fun. I want to do something great in that year. Not just go backpacking through Europe or something like that, but I want to make a difference. I want to change some kids lives somewhere. I want to change their future for them and give them the possibilities that we all got and have. After that I want to come home. I don't know where home will be then. Probably somewhere in British Columbia or Prince Edwards Island. I want to live on the coast where you can watch the golden sunrise in the morning and the waves hit the beach and feel the ocean breeze on my face. That is a must. I don't want to get married right away or anything. I want to get a good job. I don't want to be insanely rich when I'm older, just comfortable. To me it doesn't make sense that some of us should be so unimaginably rich and others unimaginably poor. I then want to make an impact on the environment. Help it in some way. Then I want to get married, and of course have some kids. Three girls and one boy. The boy will be the youngest. When my kids are all older and have children of their own I don't want to go live in an old people home, I want to go back out into the world and do something great again. This time I want to go sit seeing. Maybe see the great wall of China. I've always wanted to do that. Something fun. Something that'll make me feel young again. Then on the day I turn 90 I want to die. Go out on the same day I came in. That is the only thing that I want for sure in my life to happen, because 89 is to young and by the time I'm 90 I don't think the world will be a very nice place. That would be my dream future, but then again you never know. I could make one bad decision at the age of 15 and ruin my future forever.

I think that my future is undecided. It isn't a door just waiting to be opened, that's already ordained. I think that everything I did yesterday and the day before established what I am doing right now and what I do tomorrow and the day after that will set my future.

Life Lesson: Your future is still undecided, so take controll of it. Don't let one bad decision ruin your life forever.

I commented on Erika's Blog.

It won't let me post my comment on Erika's blog so this is my comment below: (you can still see Erika's blog my clicking her name, my comment is just here in stead of there)

Hey Erika, great Post. It really makes me appreciate how special and improtant my family really is to me. You ask a lot of questions and it really makes you think. It's adds a good touch to the whole thing. Maybe next time you could widen your vocabulary a bit, but other then that it's amazing!!!!

LAUREL

P is for Prince, My Dog Not The Singer

"Girls," my dad called one warm summer afternoon. "I've got a surprise for you. Come here." My two sisters and I were watching T.V. with our baby sitter. We all bolted up the stairs to see what my dad had for us. When we got to the door of our house my dad opened the car door and out came this adorable little tiny puppy, around the size of a thirty cm ruler. All three of us screamed at the same time so loudly that even my dad had covered his ears. We scared the puppy so much that he ran under the car. The next couple of hours we spent cleaning the grease out of our new puppies beautiful white, brown, and just a hint of black fur. We knew right there that my dad had made the right decision, he was the dog for us.

That first night we had our knew puppy we all sat around the dinner table and talked about what we wanted to name him. Carolyn, my sister, and I wanted to name him Buddy. At that time we were only five and eight, and we were in love with the air bud movies at that time. That name didn't go over to well with fam-jam. My mom wanted to name him Larry. The rest of us thought she was crazy and told her that under any circumstances would we ever name our dog Larry. Then my dad said that when he was younger he had had a sheltie, just like our little puppy, who's name had been Prince. Heather, my older sister took to that name right away, and after some convincing, so did Carolyn. That next day we tried to teach him his name. It didn't go over very well. He had started walking down these stairs in our backyard and got stuck on one right in the middle. We tried to call him down using his new name, but it was no use, so my dad had to go up and carry him down. Just that next day we brought prince down to the dock on our lake, for the first time. Well he saw the water and thought it was just more open land so Prince ran, at full speed, right off the end of the dock and into the water. Besides those unfortunate events, those first couple months were great.

We have had Prince for three months. We've brought him into school to show him to all our friends and everything. Then one day, we go to call him in from outside, and by this time he knows his name and comes when we call. This time he didn't come. It was cold outside, for December, but even so we all went out to look for him. We didn't find him that night or the night after that or the night after that. Carolyn said that he's just gone on a holiday at this nice families house and is delightfully warm inside. My mom thought, though she didn't voice it, that he had either died from the cold or had been run over by a car. We made posters and put then up everywhere, even in the closest towns, that were ten minutes away by driving. After fifteen days we were starting to get very worried. We had just gotten our puppy it wasn't fair that he had to disappear so fast. In the next couple of days or so we got a call from a farm down the road, maybe three minutes away. My sisters and I were very excited and were convinced that that they had our puppy. When we got there we were all practically giddy with excitement. We couldn't wait to get our puppy back. When we got there we were all bitterly disappointed to find that it wasn't Prince at all. It was some chocolate lab. There was a lot of crying that night and non of us got very much sleep. The next ten days were not fun. Then one day early January, my dad got a call from our neighbour. He had been over at the other side of the lake and said that he thought he'd seen our dog running around over there. This time my dad went over by himself because he didn't want to disappoint us again. That afternoon on the twenty-ninth of our precious puppy being gone, my dad came home with his truck and called us all out. Told us he had another surprise for us. We all ran up the stairs really really fast. We didn't know what to anticipate, so we were really excited, well at least I was. When we got there my dad opened the car door and out came Prince. He was dirty and he looked a tone older then he had the last time I had seen him. His short beautiful coat was no longer short, but long. Plus his puppyish personality was gone, but we didn't really care that much, we were all just to excited that he was home. That next little while he got more attention then any dog. Ever. I'm not even joking.

We have now had Prince for close to eight years this summer. I have had him for over half my life and I've enjoyed every minute of it with him. I wish I could never see anything happen to Prince ever again like him getting lost, but I think something worse is happening to him. My dad goes running a lot and he likes to bring Prince. Anyway one day after he brought him home from running he was limping. He wasn't putting any pressure on his leg, like at all. We thought it was because there was something stuck in his paw, but I looked that night and I couldn't find anything. My dad has stopped taking him running now because it had become quit bad. We have a check up scheduled soon, but I'm still worried. I love my dog to pieces and don;t ever want anything to happen to him again and I really hope nothing does.

Looking back on my life with Prince I feel like I have been taking advantage of him and not really spending enough time with him. I am trying not to do that anymore. I am taking him for more walks, though making sure he doesn't run and giving him just an extra pat on the head each morning and night. I hope he will be okay, and that he will live until he's 16. Double his life now. In those next eight years I promise the spend ever spare moment with him.

LIFE LESSON: Pets are something special, and you can have a very special bond with them, so when you try not to waste it.

I commented on Emeile F's blog.

S is for Sports

What makes you happiest in life? Most people might find it difficult to answer that question because there are so many different options. To me there's no question about it. It has simply always been this and always will. Simple, one word, sports.

Sports are my life. Last school year I played five sports, though your really only supposed to play three. When I first feel in love with sports I was in grade three. When I was younger I always heard about how well my sister had done in her sports and I had this insane desire to try them myself and find out if I was good or not. I remember my first cross-country meet. When we got there it was raining so hard you could barely see outside the bus windows. I was so nervous, I felt like I was going to barf. When the rain finally ceased, they lined all the under ten girls up to the line. When we were running it started to rain again and it was unbelievably muddy. At the end of the race there was this big hill and it was covered in mud. Half the girls could barely make it up it without falling. I myself did fall but not going up it going down the other side. As I crossed the finish line I was exhausted. I was about to leave when they told me that I'd forgotten to collect my ribbon. I was so surprised that I almost ran away again to go tell my coach. I got a ninth place ribbon that day. It is pink and now hangs on my bulletin board in my room along with my other 13 ribbons that I have won in cross-country since.

I my favourite sports, if I had to choose would be basketball and track and field. I have only ever won one basketball game before and never won a ribbon in track and field before. I played on a real basketball team twice before. Once was last year. I was eleven and playing on a under 16 basketball team. We won one game that year and though I didn't get much playing time, I had lots of fun. I didn't score once but I did make it to the foul line to take to shots for being fouled well I tried to put I shot up. I was very proud of myself for that. This year I played on an under 14 team and was caption of it along with Haley. We didn't win any games that year but that's okay because we didn't have any grade eights on the team and we were playing against teams with very good grade eights. I have been doing track ever since grade three and I love it. My events are 15oo meters, 800 meters, 400 meters, and triple jump. My favourite event is 1500 meters because I love to run long distance. Last year at the last meet it was thirty degrees out by the end of the day and the last event they had was the 800 meters. I have never been more thirsty in my life. I couldn't produce saliva in my mouth. My mouth was like sand paper, and by the end I just about collapsed from dehydration. I drank my whole water bottle after that. Other then that I haven't had any bad experiences with track or basketball.

This track season I really hope I can do better. I've even been running outside of school. My goal is to win a ribbon. I also hope to win a basketball game next year. I'm going to two basketball camps this summer hoping to improve my game and make our team better. Can't wait until next year for basketball and next Wed for track, which is our first meet.

Life Lesson: Don't give up hope on something because your not good at it, because you may find out that in the long run you love it.

I commented on Erika's Blog

F is for FOOD!!!

I love food. I wouldn't be able to live without it. I know no one can live without food, what I mean is that I couldn't live without the taste of food. I probably eat twice as much as the normal 12\13 year old in one day. Its a good thing that I have a high metabolism. Food is like my god. I literally worship it. The only bad thing about food is that if you eat to much you'll get fat and if you don't eat enough of the right things you'll be unhealthy. As well as the fact that some foods taste really really horrible.

Squash. It tastes like the kind of hand sanitizer that they have at the school after it has been flushed down a toilet and sat in a sower for a mouth and then finally it was cooked in our, now ruined microwave. When I was younger I used to pretend to eat it but really I'd stick in these spaces that we have under our kitchen table. My mother soon figured out what I was doing because well I little and I wasn't very good at hiding things and well lets just say she watches me eat my squash now. Then there's cooked carrots. They taste almost as appalling as squash. They tasted like they've sat out side in the sun all day (ew) and then like they've been run over by a couple of trucks that have some meager exhaust. I hate them even more when they are cooked in honey. When we have cooked carrots at home I refuse to eat them and my mother can't really do anything about it so I get to eat raw carrots, which I do enjoy.

Spaghetti, seafood linguini, tortellini. Those are my favorite, non-candy, foods. I pretty much adore any kind of pasta. I devourer anything that is put in front of me that even looks like pasta. To me pasta is the food of the gods. Pasta is to me what chocolate is to most people, and if you didn't know most people absolutly worship chocolate. I think that if it didn't make you fat people would eat chocolate all the time. That's one of the good things about pasta, it's healthy and delectable. Anyways to me pasta tastes like a mixture of the juciest tomato's and the finest most nicelyest cooked meat ever. Along with freashly baked mushrooms and exquisite parmesan cheese. That's just the sauce, don't even get me started on the actual pasta. It taastes heavenly. That's the only word can think that can even come close to how my mom's home made pasta tastes to me. I especially like it when it's smothered in the richest butter you could possibly find. That is what my moms home made pasta tastes like to me.

So all in all I think food is pretty awsome, even though there are some foods that I have an aversion to, like cooked carrots, the other foods, like pasta, definitly make up for the horrid ones. Also life is short so don't worry about chocolate being a fatty food, if it's your favorite eat it, and hey maybe you'll discover that you have a high metabolism That is why I wouldn't not be able to live without food.

Life Leason: The next time that you have to eat some food that you hate dreadfully, like squash, just imagine that you are eating your favorite food in the whole entire world and I guarantee that you will get through it.

B is for BASKETBALL

When I was younger I always thought basketball was a stupid sport. To me it was just a game with a ball that you bounced around and hoped that a miracle would happen and the ball would actually go through that stupid net, which by the way, never happened to me. The thing that I hated most about basketball though was the ball. To me it was this big round thing that could potentially end up smacking me in the head and breaking my glasses. I really did hate that sport.

Now basketball is one of, if not my favorite sport ever. I started to not hate it, but not quit enjoy it in grade four. I think the only reason I didn't hate it anymore was because I finally figured out how to get the ball in the net, which I've heard, dose help you win. I really started to get into it in grade five. The reason that this strange change of events happened was because my mom coached a b-ball team, but it wasn't just any b-ball team, it was the best one in the entire universe. Its all thanks to the captain of that team, I don't know if she would want me to use her full name or not so lets just call her B. She was one of the best b-ball players I have ever and was a great leader. She taught me how to play the game and that was when I started to go to all of their games and pratices. That season was really fun and the team even ordered a team shirt for me. I think I really liked it because they all made me feel like one of them.

When I was in grade six I finally got to play on a real team which was after the summer that I went to a real b-ball camp and my dad put up a net for me in the back yard. That was the summer I had finally got to start trying out my new skills that B had taught me. I came back that fall fresh out of camp and ready to start playing. The only problem was that they didn't

have enough girls for an under 13 b-ball team so they put the five girls from grade six on the under 16 team and well lets just say we had a little height disadvantage, and even though we did have some older girls on the team as well we still only won one game that season, but that was the year that the senors, the my moms team, won everything. I had gone to every single one of their games that year and had loved to watch them play the game. I was very sad at the end of that year when they had all went off to university.

The next year, well this year, we finally had enough girls to make an under 14 b-ball team, though the only problem was that we only had grade seven and six's on the team and half of them didn't even know how to play. The good news was that I was the captain along with Hayley. We lost every game this season but that's okay because when B first started playing basketball she said that she had lost every single game too. Besides next season we're going to win every single game because we'll have five core players and it'll be their 3rd year playing plus like another ten girls who will be going into their second year of b-ball and who all will make great basketball players one day. Oh yeah, at the end of our season this year I was announced MVP. I was so happy.

Now I am looking at another great year of b-ball ahead of me and am so excited to get back out on the court. I am also going to another b-ball camp this summer with Erika and its going to be a blast.

Life Lesson: If you ever come across a sport or food that you don't like, don't give up on it because you never know, one day it might become you're new favorite thing.

C is For Cancer! :( :(

Cancer. The word scares most people. It scares me as well. Being diagnosed with cancer is not a very uncommon thing. 1 in every 8 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetime, but that is not the only kind of cancer that is out there, though it only takes one type to change someones or many peoples life.

When I was 5 years old my father was diagnosed with cancer. Still today they don't no what kind of cancer he had, but they do know that he had a deadly tumor in his neck that was spreading, quickly. My dad is...well lets just say he's old. I remember the day that he told us he had cancer. He called us into his office, he works at home. He had had this band aid on his neck for a couple weeks and I since I was five I really didn't care why. So we're in the office and he takes of his band aid and revealed this big ugly bump. He said that he was sick and that he would have to go away for awhile. One of us asked him why and he said because these people were going to make him better. Then all I really remember is going up to him and saying well it's good their going to make you feel better dady. I don't remember much after that.

There was a one in ten chance that my dad was going to survive and we didn't want to take our chances so he moved into this hospital in London. When my father had cancer I remember mostly the fact that my mom was very very worried and that we kept getting these flowers and fruit baskets. I didn't really understand that my father was really sick and may die any day and I don't think my mother had the heart to tell me because well I was five, so I never really understood it until a couple years latter. I remember one day going to the hospital to visit him. Everything was going fine, we were having a nice little chat and he got a stuffed animal that Carolyn and I were fighting over. Then BOOM, he started to bleed. I was really scared then and asked my mom why he was bleeding though I don't think she answered. We left after that and I didn't go and see him again for awhile, though my mom did.

My dad was very lucky to survive his cancer though his life has been very different ever since. He got a chunk of his neck taken out because that is where the tumor had been located. He lost all taste of food in his mouth for a long time. He did get some of it back but mostly all food is bland. His mouth is also dry all the time. He drinks soda water like it's his life line because it's the only thing that helps. Also everyday for a year he had to drive to London Ontario and back to go for a check up and his medication. I think that that was the worst part for my mom and us. Anyway, now his is almost back to normal and most of the time I never even think about the fact that he had cancer.

My dad is now a seven year survivor of cancer and is very healthily. He even goes running every day with our dog that we got right after he was cured.

Thank you to whoever cured him. Our family would have never been the same without him!!! :D

T is for Tim

Many people have brothers. 12 out of the 21 kids in my class have brothers. That's 57.142885714% of us, which is well over half. Most people have brothers a couple years older then them or a couple years younger, give or take a few. My brother is 20 years older then me. His name is Timothy. We call him Tim, well I usually call him Timmy but that's beside the point. He is 32, I think. He may be 31 or 33. Though when your that old, it really doesn't matter, right?

I also have two sisters. Out of all my siblings he is my favorite. That's kind of mean to my sisters, but you haven't meet them before. If you had, you would agree with me. I am the youngest in my family and if you are also the youngest would concur with me that the younger you are then them the meaner the older siblings are to you . My sisters are very mean to me, but Tim isn't. He even beats Carolyn up when shes mean to me, but not actually. I also like Tim more then my sisters because he'll do things with me that Carolyn and Heather won't. For example, there's this video game that we got for Christmas last year called Indiana Jones Lego, and I thought it looked like fun. Carolyn and Heather didn't and I didn't want to play it alone, so when Tim came over I asked him if he would play it with me and he did. We played for an hour and a half. It was lots of fun. That is just some of the reasons that I like Tim better then my sisters.

Okay so you'd think that when you have a brother that is that much older then you they wouldn't really make an effort to be part of the family because well they have their own life, but Tim isn't like that. He makes a huge effort to come and hang out with us. He even attends most of the family gatherings.He try's to come and see me in the winter every weekend because his house is 10 minutes away from my chalet which is awesome! In the summer I don't see him as much though because he lives 2 hours away from us which is a drag, but I guess I see him enough in the winter to make up for it.

My finial reason why I like better then the rest of my siblings is because I don't have to live with him. I'm actually kind of glad for that because for one he is in his thirties and that would just be weired if he was living at home and two I don't want to dislike him like I do my sisters. We would probably get sick of each other too, just like I'm sick of my sisters. That is why I like my brother Tim better then my other siblings!

Oh and Tim, thanks for being a great brother!!! :)

Life Lesson: You can't choose your family so when you get lucky, don't take advantage of it, because it doesn't happen very often.

E is for Emelie

"OUCH! That HURT,"

Those were Emelie's first words to me on October first in grade six.

"Sorry, Tommy told me it didn't hurt you if I were to punch you." (Tommy was someone Emelie was siting next to at the time). But I didn't punch her that hard.

"Well that one hurt."

"Sorry," I said. I really didn't like her then, but I new I would have to be nice because I would be siting beside her for a while.

Emelie and I are best friends now. She is 12, almost 13. She has one sister and one brother. Her sister, alex, is my sisters age, 15, and her brother, jason, is 7. He is her half brother. Her parents were divorced when she was young and her mother is remarried to her brothers father. I have double what Emelie has. I have two brothers and two sisters. They are all older than me. My brothers are both my half brothers in same as hers. My father was married before he had me and my sisters. After he got a divorce he remarried to my mother. Our families are somewhat similar in that way. Emelie and her sister get along most of the time. My family doean't get along as well. It is really quite appawlling. We fight all the time were as Emelie and her sister are friends. Weird, I know. It is rather odd how comparable our families are and how much they differ from each other at the same time.

Emelie and I know each other very well. Her favorite sport is tennis. She plays volleyball in the winter and did track last year in the spring. My favorite sports are basketball and cross country. I do those in the fall, skiing and volleyball in the winter and track and field in the spring. Emelies favorite colour is pink and mine is yellow. She is really into music and I'm not as much. Take the fact that she has about 400 songs on her iPod and I have about 117. She is quite smart though and so am I, so I guess that we are similar in some ways but most of the time we have a very different opinion about things that we enjoy and don't enjoy.

Emelie and I always have a great time with each other and a good laugh. Emelie is a funny, and crazy person. She can sometimes be mean, but only to me and no one else see's it, but that's okay because its I am just fun and games, not actually seriously mean. Emelie is also smart. I am funny and crazy as well and can be a little bit mean to her sometimes, but like I said its just for laughs. I am pretty smart too. I think we are very similar in the way of personalities.

In the end I think that Emelie and I are very different in very many ways; like our families and things we enjoy, but at the same time I feel as though we are very similar in the way of our personalities. I think that it is okay for people who spend a lot of time with each other, whether its a best friend or husband, to be different because other wise you would agree on everything and that would just be boring. I guess its true what the say "opposites attract."

Life Lesson: Stay away from the people that have a lot a lot of things in common with you.

H is for Home

One morning last year I was finishing something off for school on my mom’s computer. I went to take it down the stairs and guess what, I fell. I didn’t only drop the computer but I hurt my arm and back. The computer was okay and I guess I was too, though it was really painful at the time. That is just one of the many times that I have fallen down the stairs at my own house. There are a lot of stairs at my house and that is third on my list of the top three things I don’t like about my house. The good thing about having lots stairs in your house is that it means your house is pretty big. That’s third on the top three things I like about my house.

My room. That is second on the top three things I don’t like about my house. It isn’t that my room isn’t big, or nice or anything. It’s the fact that I share it with the devil. It wasn’t so bad when we were younger because we didn’t fight as much but now we both loathe it to the extreme. We fight constantly. The only thing good about that is that she isn’t home as often as me so I usually get the room all to myself. Though her stuff is still there. The second thing on my list of things that I like about my house is the fact that it’s so homey. It isn’t always the neatest (My mother doesn’t like that. You should see her when she gets mad at us for the messy house! Its actually kind of menacing.) But it’s home and unquestionably without a doubt one of the best.

Picture nowhere. Then picture the middle and that is where you’ll find me. I live in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, I am not joking. That is where I live. The population is about 33 and that’s counting the place that is technically outside the boundaries of my neighborhood, so really only 28. I live 45 minutes away from the school, Waterloo, and Kitchener. My house is closer to an hour away from Cambridge and Guelph. 1 hour and a half away from Toronto, and that’s if the traffic and weather is good. That is most definitely the #1 thing on the list of the top three things that I dislike the most about my house. The thing that I do like about where my house is located the fact that it is always peaceful, calm, and stunning, especially in the summer. Well it’s always stunning in the summer. You see we live on a lake and people like to go boating there and it can sometimes get pretty crazy, but I don’t mind because those people on the boats remind me that I’m not the only one the planet. That is certainly first on my list of the top three favorite things about my house.

So even though my house had its up and downs I still can't wait to go home some nights because its just so great.

Life Lesson: Avoid sharing a room with sister at all coast!!!