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.

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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.

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