Prompt: Spring will be here soon.
As I prepare myself for the first few steps out into what I expect to be the frozen tundra of winter in Montana, I am shocked to see the pure white fluffy snow in my yard has drastically decreased in size. I can hear the brown muddy water trickling down my dirt road which still is in the clutches of ice in a few places where the ice refused to relinquish it's hold on the gravel and dirt. I look closely at the places where the snow has finally given itself to the soil underneath and can see the new grass trying with all its might to push through the dirt and dead grass left from the previous fall. As I walk down our winding concrete sidewalk I see the snow has vanished in our once beautiful flower gardens, leaving only little bright green buds of flowers still to come, hoping to bring a new and beautiful experience into the world with its life. I then stop to listen not only do I hear the trickle of the melting snow but I hear the birds sing their glorious song of praise and excitement as the cold days start to disperse. I close my eyes and just stand there listening to all the sounds of the coming spring and I realise that I'm beginning to get warm! The sun is out and brighter than I have seen it in what seems like ages. The light rays coming down to the earth and tickling the new life that sticks up through the moist and rich soil. I look at my uncle's horses and see they are pregnant! The best part of spring is the new life that comes with a new time.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Dialogue
There Sage and I sat on my bedroom floor, not knowing what to do with our lives when I had a brilliant idea.
“Sage, let us go out for breakfast! How much money do you have?” I inquired, hoping she would have enough for herself and me.
“Hmmm, let me look. I have got about thirty-five cents,” she said with disappointment at the small amount she held out to me. We both look down pitifully into her cold white palm.“Thirty-five cents?” I wonder, making sure I heard her correctly.
“Well, that and some pocket lint.” She replies with a smile. Such is the life of a poor college student.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Free Write #3
Have you ever...
I'm not the type of girl that waits for a big adventure, no I go searching for some grand and death-defying adventure. My type of adventure is climbing up 3,000 feet of an old volcanic mountain on four-wheelers, across shale and monstrous rocks, grass and dirt sliding all the way, punching the throttle and climbing up hills with unthinkable angles. Adventure is hanging on for dear life, praying that your four-wheeler tires keep hugging the surface of the earth rather than careening down the mountain side. Adventure is the thrill of knowing that if your body doesn’t move with the four-wheeler correctly you could die. The best part of my adventure was the reward I received after successfully reaching the peak of the mountain. I had a 360 degree view of miles stretching on as far as the eye could see. I watched as the hills rolled on and on in gold and green waves. I was so consumed with the beauty of it all that I had to sit down. I then took inventory of my surroundings: butterflies that flew around like flames dancing freely on the warm, beautiful, yet deserted mountaintop. The flaming butterflies danced above a sea of deep purple, blue, white, and yellow wildflowers. This peak of mountain, this peak of adventure was literally breathtaking! I then realised the adventure was far from over; I still had to make it back down.
I'm not the type of girl that waits for a big adventure, no I go searching for some grand and death-defying adventure. My type of adventure is climbing up 3,000 feet of an old volcanic mountain on four-wheelers, across shale and monstrous rocks, grass and dirt sliding all the way, punching the throttle and climbing up hills with unthinkable angles. Adventure is hanging on for dear life, praying that your four-wheeler tires keep hugging the surface of the earth rather than careening down the mountain side. Adventure is the thrill of knowing that if your body doesn’t move with the four-wheeler correctly you could die. The best part of my adventure was the reward I received after successfully reaching the peak of the mountain. I had a 360 degree view of miles stretching on as far as the eye could see. I watched as the hills rolled on and on in gold and green waves. I was so consumed with the beauty of it all that I had to sit down. I then took inventory of my surroundings: butterflies that flew around like flames dancing freely on the warm, beautiful, yet deserted mountaintop. The flaming butterflies danced above a sea of deep purple, blue, white, and yellow wildflowers. This peak of mountain, this peak of adventure was literally breathtaking! I then realised the adventure was far from over; I still had to make it back down.
Free Write #2
Have you ever...
Gone skinny dipping in the middle of a deserted lake with a best friend while it's pouring down rain and about 45 degrees out? I don't think many have but that is why my friend Jessie and I are crazy I guess. It all started when our families decided to go to the lake because we needed a day off and the day we chose just happened to be a cold and rainy day. We went up to an island we always go to on the Hungary Horse Reservoir and made a fire. Jessie and I made a bed out of blankets, towels, and clothes, grabbed our books and curled up but the fire. I was almost asleep when Jess asked me if I wanted to go take the boat out for a joy ride. I said of course and we left our warm bed for the rain, wind and cold water. We decided to go in the middle of the reservoir and jump in. The water was actually warmer than the air. While swimming in the rain and cold Jess suggested that we go skinny dipping and I was all for it thinking summer was coming to a close and we would have to move on with our lives and would never get this moment back.
We are crazy by definition and have had some great times and stories together but this is by far one of our best. While we were swimming around naked we were laughing and praying no boats would drove past us when all of the sudden we hear a rumble and a splash and sure enough here comes a giant boat careening towards us. Both of us screaming laughing and scrambling to get back into the boat where we had swim suits towels and warm clothes finally managed to get in the boat and get fully clothed when we looked around for the boat and it was no where in sight. All our scrambling and laughter was for nothing, it seemed that the boat had just vanished off the cold rain filled lake.
Gone skinny dipping in the middle of a deserted lake with a best friend while it's pouring down rain and about 45 degrees out? I don't think many have but that is why my friend Jessie and I are crazy I guess. It all started when our families decided to go to the lake because we needed a day off and the day we chose just happened to be a cold and rainy day. We went up to an island we always go to on the Hungary Horse Reservoir and made a fire. Jessie and I made a bed out of blankets, towels, and clothes, grabbed our books and curled up but the fire. I was almost asleep when Jess asked me if I wanted to go take the boat out for a joy ride. I said of course and we left our warm bed for the rain, wind and cold water. We decided to go in the middle of the reservoir and jump in. The water was actually warmer than the air. While swimming in the rain and cold Jess suggested that we go skinny dipping and I was all for it thinking summer was coming to a close and we would have to move on with our lives and would never get this moment back.
We are crazy by definition and have had some great times and stories together but this is by far one of our best. While we were swimming around naked we were laughing and praying no boats would drove past us when all of the sudden we hear a rumble and a splash and sure enough here comes a giant boat careening towards us. Both of us screaming laughing and scrambling to get back into the boat where we had swim suits towels and warm clothes finally managed to get in the boat and get fully clothed when we looked around for the boat and it was no where in sight. All our scrambling and laughter was for nothing, it seemed that the boat had just vanished off the cold rain filled lake.
Free Writing #1
Have you ever...
Won divisionals for the discus? It's the most exciting feeling in the world! The adrenalin that courses through your veins and your mind, the excitement buzzing all around you, your team, and your coaches. Nothing in my life has even come close to comparing to the happiness i encountered that day.
This was what I call my first "real" track season, seeing how I went to Stillwater and their school really didn't have much for a track team much less a throwing team. But here at Glacier my rookie year I won the event I love and worked my butt off in. I spent all of the winter training and working out in order to have a grand and successful season. Track is my passion, the discus is my love. You see my mom threw the discus in high school at Flathead and her senior year she threw over 145 feet still holding the record at Flathead. She is my coach and my inspiration and I'm going to beat her record and hold it here at Glacier.
When I threw 104 feet at the beginning of the season I was ecstatic. I knew it was going to be a great season! Then we had a meet in Whitefish and I went down hill from there for about three weeks. I worked harder, spent more time at the discus ring, lifted more, stayed later, just hoping I would regain my longer distances in throwing. I got the opportunity to be coached by the two time Olympian Jarred Rome. He gave me a few pointers and with his expert help I threw the disc over 120 feet. This distance was farther than some of the guy distances. I was proud and excited. I could never hit that distance in a meet though. I could never get that flow, that relaxation, that rhythm running through my body again. When the time came for the divisional teams to be chosen I was chosen because I had the second best throw in the season but I was so nervous! I kept wondering what I would do if I didn't make it to the state meet. Would I let my mom down? Would I let my other coaches down? What about my team mates? I had so many worries.
We were all out warming up, me and my four other team mates. Getting ready for the big moment. I was throwing in the last flight putting me with the best in the west. I was nervous and told mom about my nerves. She simply told me that if your nervous, that means your ready. I didn't believe her. We each got three throws then the top 10 would go to finals and get three more throws. I threw my first throw out of sector. This was a disappointment to me and everyone. Mom would always tell me to get my best throw first then the pressure would be off me and I could just relax for the next two. Well my body and mind decided to ignore her expert advice. I then had my second throw after a few coaching tips and the good news was it was in sector but was only about a 95 foot throw which would get me into finals but was not good at all knowing that my best was 111 feet 9 inches.
I went for a jog to clear my head and keep focused. I came back and most of the track coaches were there cheering me on. Some of them who had known me since the day of my birth and others who had gotten to know me just this season. I will never forget seeing Jerry Boschee, Mike McLean, Brad Holloway, Dirk Niebaum, Bree Fuque, and my mom all lined up amidst other coaches there cheering for me. Now Mike has a booming and incredibly loud voice which is why he is such a good long distance coach because he can be heard from any place on the track. He told me to go out there and get after it. I just smiled and walked into the ring, head held high, telling myself I could do it, this was it and I was gonna do it.
I let out a deep sigh thought of my key points I needed to focus on and started into my spin. Getting my hip out over my left knee, kicking my right leg up and through to get to center, shooting my left foot forward, staying as far back as I could with my upper body, keeping the torque I knew I needed, then finally throwing my left arm out to open for my right arm to come and whip the disc around and send it flying. I didn't watch my disc fly but from what my coaches and especially my mom tell me the flight couldn't have been better. I just stood in the ring until the official called mark letting me know I could leave. I walked out and had the biggest and brightest smile on my face because I knew it was the best throw of my career thus far. I stood by anxiously waiting for the official to read my mark for the entire crowd to hear. There seconds ticked by seeming like years when finally I heard him call out, "one hundred eighteen feet nine inches." I screamed, jumped in the air and stuck my tongue out in happiness. I then ran to my mom and jumped in her arms giving her a hug. I knew I was going to win divisionals now. The closest mark to mine was a throw of 113 feet.
We went into finals and sure enough I ended up on top. With everyone I love and care about there cheering me on. I felt so accomplished and with good reason. I stand at five feet four inches and for a discus thrower that is tiny considering my competitors stood over five feet nine inches. When I was on the stand to receive my medal some of the girls were shoulder to should with me and still I couldn't look down on them but right in the eye with them.
I guess my mom was right, "If your nervous, that means your ready." I was ready and this made me the best in the west.
Won divisionals for the discus? It's the most exciting feeling in the world! The adrenalin that courses through your veins and your mind, the excitement buzzing all around you, your team, and your coaches. Nothing in my life has even come close to comparing to the happiness i encountered that day.
This was what I call my first "real" track season, seeing how I went to Stillwater and their school really didn't have much for a track team much less a throwing team. But here at Glacier my rookie year I won the event I love and worked my butt off in. I spent all of the winter training and working out in order to have a grand and successful season. Track is my passion, the discus is my love. You see my mom threw the discus in high school at Flathead and her senior year she threw over 145 feet still holding the record at Flathead. She is my coach and my inspiration and I'm going to beat her record and hold it here at Glacier.
When I threw 104 feet at the beginning of the season I was ecstatic. I knew it was going to be a great season! Then we had a meet in Whitefish and I went down hill from there for about three weeks. I worked harder, spent more time at the discus ring, lifted more, stayed later, just hoping I would regain my longer distances in throwing. I got the opportunity to be coached by the two time Olympian Jarred Rome. He gave me a few pointers and with his expert help I threw the disc over 120 feet. This distance was farther than some of the guy distances. I was proud and excited. I could never hit that distance in a meet though. I could never get that flow, that relaxation, that rhythm running through my body again. When the time came for the divisional teams to be chosen I was chosen because I had the second best throw in the season but I was so nervous! I kept wondering what I would do if I didn't make it to the state meet. Would I let my mom down? Would I let my other coaches down? What about my team mates? I had so many worries.
We were all out warming up, me and my four other team mates. Getting ready for the big moment. I was throwing in the last flight putting me with the best in the west. I was nervous and told mom about my nerves. She simply told me that if your nervous, that means your ready. I didn't believe her. We each got three throws then the top 10 would go to finals and get three more throws. I threw my first throw out of sector. This was a disappointment to me and everyone. Mom would always tell me to get my best throw first then the pressure would be off me and I could just relax for the next two. Well my body and mind decided to ignore her expert advice. I then had my second throw after a few coaching tips and the good news was it was in sector but was only about a 95 foot throw which would get me into finals but was not good at all knowing that my best was 111 feet 9 inches.
I went for a jog to clear my head and keep focused. I came back and most of the track coaches were there cheering me on. Some of them who had known me since the day of my birth and others who had gotten to know me just this season. I will never forget seeing Jerry Boschee, Mike McLean, Brad Holloway, Dirk Niebaum, Bree Fuque, and my mom all lined up amidst other coaches there cheering for me. Now Mike has a booming and incredibly loud voice which is why he is such a good long distance coach because he can be heard from any place on the track. He told me to go out there and get after it. I just smiled and walked into the ring, head held high, telling myself I could do it, this was it and I was gonna do it.
I let out a deep sigh thought of my key points I needed to focus on and started into my spin. Getting my hip out over my left knee, kicking my right leg up and through to get to center, shooting my left foot forward, staying as far back as I could with my upper body, keeping the torque I knew I needed, then finally throwing my left arm out to open for my right arm to come and whip the disc around and send it flying. I didn't watch my disc fly but from what my coaches and especially my mom tell me the flight couldn't have been better. I just stood in the ring until the official called mark letting me know I could leave. I walked out and had the biggest and brightest smile on my face because I knew it was the best throw of my career thus far. I stood by anxiously waiting for the official to read my mark for the entire crowd to hear. There seconds ticked by seeming like years when finally I heard him call out, "one hundred eighteen feet nine inches." I screamed, jumped in the air and stuck my tongue out in happiness. I then ran to my mom and jumped in her arms giving her a hug. I knew I was going to win divisionals now. The closest mark to mine was a throw of 113 feet.
We went into finals and sure enough I ended up on top. With everyone I love and care about there cheering me on. I felt so accomplished and with good reason. I stand at five feet four inches and for a discus thrower that is tiny considering my competitors stood over five feet nine inches. When I was on the stand to receive my medal some of the girls were shoulder to should with me and still I couldn't look down on them but right in the eye with them.
I guess my mom was right, "If your nervous, that means your ready." I was ready and this made me the best in the west.
Have you ever...
- Climbed up over 3,000 feet up mountain while riding four-wheelers?
- Rolled a Go-cart with your nearest and dearest friend
- Gone skinny dipping in the rain on a desserted lake?
- Gone hunting in Whitlash Montana?
- Hosted a foreign exchange student from France?
- Traveled to Ione Washington for a family reunion?
- Spent a week on the Oregon Coast with your family and friends?
- Had your dog burn down your kitchen?
- Played in the state tournamnet for basketball?
- Won divisionals for the discus?
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Google Docs Explanation
Instead of having all these extra copies of documents and attachments, Google Docs simplifies lives by getting rid of all the clutter. I love to save everything I write and all my computer work so using Goodle Docs would make my life more simple by allowing me to use the internet everywhere I go. Not having to carry around a flash drive or my own computer will be much less stressful.
Google Docs will also make work much easier. I can use the calendar to keep my work schedule with my where ever I go, again keeping me organized. This way I can combine my social schedule with my working schedule on my cell phone.
Google Docs will also make work much easier. I can use the calendar to keep my work schedule with my where ever I go, again keeping me organized. This way I can combine my social schedule with my working schedule on my cell phone.
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