My brother told me an interesting story the other day, which is a welcome change from the boring, uninteresting, dull stories he usually tells.
He was at home in the morning before going to school. He was getting ready down stairs when my dad yelled at him to come upstairs and fast. Standing in the front yard were a dozen turkeys, all toms, in full strut. He said he ran downstairs to get his turkey call as fast as he could, and by the time he got upstairs the turkeys were already all the way down the street. Not to be deterred by distance he called out to the toms.
As soon as the sound reached the toms their heads snapped up. They ran down the street towards the house as fast as they could. when they got to the front yard they were strutting around in full fervor, pecking, and scratching at each other. when they realized there were no hens to be found, they walked around to the back yard, thinking the females were back there. They were in the back yard doing the same thing when my dog casually walked out of her dog house and spotted the birds. She stood there stiff as a board examining the turkeys. She finally decided they didn't deserve to be there. She erupted into a fit of barking, and the turkeys took off into the sky.
Nothing like an encounter with some turkeys to get you pumped for hunting season!!!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
End or Term
Being in a high school that runs on the trimester system, the end of the term is fast approaching. This means: make up work, last minute additions to our banks of knowledge, and lastly it means FINAL EXAMS!@&
People are always so stressed around this time of year, usually I'm in this group of people, but not this year. I've never felt more ready to take my finals then I do at this moment, whether this is a good thing or a bad thing idk but I'm going to lean towards the good. I have four finals that I have to take this term: Algebra 2, Spanish, U.S. History, and Chemistry. I know, I know the typical high school courses, but this is my life, typical high school.
I notice that people get very pissy when they're stressed, and that in turn gets me agitated. So finals might not be a worry on my mind but to the passive observer, I bet it sure looks like it.
People are always so stressed around this time of year, usually I'm in this group of people, but not this year. I've never felt more ready to take my finals then I do at this moment, whether this is a good thing or a bad thing idk but I'm going to lean towards the good. I have four finals that I have to take this term: Algebra 2, Spanish, U.S. History, and Chemistry. I know, I know the typical high school courses, but this is my life, typical high school.
I notice that people get very pissy when they're stressed, and that in turn gets me agitated. So finals might not be a worry on my mind but to the passive observer, I bet it sure looks like it.
Show Choir
I'm in the varsity show choir at my school, and last night was our premier concert. The order that the choirs perform is: freshman group, then the junior varsity or prep group, and finally us/the varsity show choir.
Months of intense practices from 6:30 until 9:00 every Monday, and the occasional camp days from 3:00 until 9:00 have prepared the group for this night. The moves have been pounded into our brains twice over and those who thought they were unready to perform were pleasantly surprised to find that they could do all the moves with expert precision. We have cleaned the choreography so that no a single person's arm is off a tenth of a degree.
When the freshman choir took the stage it was the usual. Some kids (mostly the girls) were smiling and looking confident in themselves. The others though looked very scared to be there (your first concert tends to do that to you). After a prolonged session of applause to give encouragement the band started. The scared looks on the faces were no more, the kids were now as excited to be there as I was. Their show went off with only a few mess ups in choreography, but then that's to be expected.As they were bowing the JV choir shuffled out of the auditorium and into the hallway to congratulate the young 'uns on their way out.
When they took the stage their director came out to introduce them, and tell us what a wonderful talented group he had this year (the usually premiere concert speech). Then it was time for the show to start. They were very good, and I enjoyed watching them very much. You could really tell the difference in age between the two groups. Between the singing and difficulty of choreography the gap was immense. As I watched their performance I began to get anxious for our turn. I was so excited to get up on stage that their show seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. It was our turn!
Standing outside of the green room as they walked off stage we cheered and hollered the names of our favorite members to let them know they did a good job, but everyone was already focused and ready to go.
Standing on stage in front of a thousand people is an extraordinary feeling, and it never ceases to amaze me at the profound sense of pride that you get standing up their knowing that you worked hard to be up here and you definitely deserve being there. The song started a chill ran through my whole body as adrenaline coursed though my veins. I turned around to face the audience with a huge smile on my face, and so very excited that it was finally our turn. The show was over too quickly (we only had three songs, but still). Thunderous applause slapped into you as the miniature sonic boom expanded outwards. It's going to be a great year!
Months of intense practices from 6:30 until 9:00 every Monday, and the occasional camp days from 3:00 until 9:00 have prepared the group for this night. The moves have been pounded into our brains twice over and those who thought they were unready to perform were pleasantly surprised to find that they could do all the moves with expert precision. We have cleaned the choreography so that no a single person's arm is off a tenth of a degree.
When the freshman choir took the stage it was the usual. Some kids (mostly the girls) were smiling and looking confident in themselves. The others though looked very scared to be there (your first concert tends to do that to you). After a prolonged session of applause to give encouragement the band started. The scared looks on the faces were no more, the kids were now as excited to be there as I was. Their show went off with only a few mess ups in choreography, but then that's to be expected.As they were bowing the JV choir shuffled out of the auditorium and into the hallway to congratulate the young 'uns on their way out.
When they took the stage their director came out to introduce them, and tell us what a wonderful talented group he had this year (the usually premiere concert speech). Then it was time for the show to start. They were very good, and I enjoyed watching them very much. You could really tell the difference in age between the two groups. Between the singing and difficulty of choreography the gap was immense. As I watched their performance I began to get anxious for our turn. I was so excited to get up on stage that their show seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. It was our turn!
Standing outside of the green room as they walked off stage we cheered and hollered the names of our favorite members to let them know they did a good job, but everyone was already focused and ready to go.
Standing on stage in front of a thousand people is an extraordinary feeling, and it never ceases to amaze me at the profound sense of pride that you get standing up their knowing that you worked hard to be up here and you definitely deserve being there. The song started a chill ran through my whole body as adrenaline coursed though my veins. I turned around to face the audience with a huge smile on my face, and so very excited that it was finally our turn. The show was over too quickly (we only had three songs, but still). Thunderous applause slapped into you as the miniature sonic boom expanded outwards. It's going to be a great year!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Working
When I was younger I used to watch my parents leave for work every morning while I was stuck at home waiting for the bus to arrive to take me to the prison that was school. But my views have changed over the years. School gradually became less of a prison and more of a place that could make me like mommy and daddy. And now school isn't a place that can make me like mom and dad, it's a place that can make me better than mom and dad. You know how it is, when you're younger your world revolves around your parents and that seems to be the best thing that you can achieve in your life. But as you get older and your parents begin to involve you in the politics of family life, you see maybe the perfect world i thought I lived in isn't so perfect anymore.
Eventually pressure from my parents led me to get a job and to stop "mooching" as they put it. I still had a little of that "get to be like mom and dad" mentality at first. Work drug on and on and on. The pay was good but doing the same thing over and over just gets downright boring. It really put it into a different perspective for me. Working isn't fun or else it wouldn't be called work. So now school for me is the place that will help me to become better than mom and dad so that I won't have to work my whole life just to get by. I'm determined to have a more successful life than anyone in my family.
Eventually pressure from my parents led me to get a job and to stop "mooching" as they put it. I still had a little of that "get to be like mom and dad" mentality at first. Work drug on and on and on. The pay was good but doing the same thing over and over just gets downright boring. It really put it into a different perspective for me. Working isn't fun or else it wouldn't be called work. So now school for me is the place that will help me to become better than mom and dad so that I won't have to work my whole life just to get by. I'm determined to have a more successful life than anyone in my family.
Ice Fishing
My brother and I love to fish. We fish all spring and summer long, but when winter gets here we have to wait in boredom until spring brings the new fishing season. But not this year, no sir, this year we're going ice fishing.
To go ice fishing requires a different fishing pole then the one you use in the spring and summer. Since you're only sitting a foot from the hole, you need a short but sturdy pole. Fortunately they make poles just for this purpose. My brother and I are both buying new poles soon so that we can experience all that ice fishing has to offer.
A person we know is letting us borrow his auger and tent so that we don't have to purchase these items. We plan on going to the same lake where I caught my monster bass. You should see how excited he is about going he's been bouncing off the walls and annoying the hell out of my mom and dad. It's pretty fun to watch.
I'm sure ther will be a post telling about the trip soon after it happens so stay tuned!
To go ice fishing requires a different fishing pole then the one you use in the spring and summer. Since you're only sitting a foot from the hole, you need a short but sturdy pole. Fortunately they make poles just for this purpose. My brother and I are both buying new poles soon so that we can experience all that ice fishing has to offer.
A person we know is letting us borrow his auger and tent so that we don't have to purchase these items. We plan on going to the same lake where I caught my monster bass. You should see how excited he is about going he's been bouncing off the walls and annoying the hell out of my mom and dad. It's pretty fun to watch.
I'm sure ther will be a post telling about the trip soon after it happens so stay tuned!
Hunting Season
November is here, which means hunting season is just around the corner, and thinking about hunting always gets me pumped up. The men in my family have a tradition, every year we all go hunting the first weekend in December down on land that is collectively owned by my whole family. My brother and I usually just tag along, but don't ever get to hunt. Last year was the first year I got to go hunting with the other guys. It was an exciting time for me. Sure I had been hunting before, but always with my dad right there with me. This time it was just going to be me and the wilderness.
The weather was nasty, the forecast called for freezing rain all weekend, not looking good for our hunt. The roads were covered in ice and nearly impassable. But a little weather wasn't going to get in the way of us and our prize.
Saturday morning we all set out towards our respective spots, guns in hand and ready to shoot a deer. When I got to were I would be hunting I broke off from the rest of the group and settled in to watch the sun rise. It was already raining and the blanket of snow on the ground had a thin layer of ice over it. I thought that when the sun rose it would warm up the ground and the ice would just simply melt and stop causing me extreme discomfort in my hind end. No such luck, the sun rose behind a shroud of clouds that morning, it was going to be a long day.
Just a half an hour after the sun rose I was locked in place. The outer layer of clothes I was wearing had totally frozen in place. I could move, but I was in a comfortable position and relatively warm for being a living ice sickle. Over the course of the morning the ice got thicker and thicker until by the time I was ready to walk back to the house I had to hammer through the ice to free myself.
The next day despite the weather man's prediction of more freezing rain, it was a beautiful day for hunting, and even though I didn't shoot a deer I now have a good story to tell my kids someday.
The weather was nasty, the forecast called for freezing rain all weekend, not looking good for our hunt. The roads were covered in ice and nearly impassable. But a little weather wasn't going to get in the way of us and our prize.
Saturday morning we all set out towards our respective spots, guns in hand and ready to shoot a deer. When I got to were I would be hunting I broke off from the rest of the group and settled in to watch the sun rise. It was already raining and the blanket of snow on the ground had a thin layer of ice over it. I thought that when the sun rose it would warm up the ground and the ice would just simply melt and stop causing me extreme discomfort in my hind end. No such luck, the sun rose behind a shroud of clouds that morning, it was going to be a long day.
Just a half an hour after the sun rose I was locked in place. The outer layer of clothes I was wearing had totally frozen in place. I could move, but I was in a comfortable position and relatively warm for being a living ice sickle. Over the course of the morning the ice got thicker and thicker until by the time I was ready to walk back to the house I had to hammer through the ice to free myself.
The next day despite the weather man's prediction of more freezing rain, it was a beautiful day for hunting, and even though I didn't shoot a deer I now have a good story to tell my kids someday.
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