Relax
Relaxation. For some people it’s what they look forward to all day. It is the same for me. I love to hang out with my friends at school and on the weekends, but sometimes, alone in my room is the best feeling in the world. After a long day at school being around many people and dealing with work, being at home, my own boss, doing what I like in my own personal space, is true relaxation.
When at school or at a friend’s house, you are constantly thinking or sharing something. I enjoy those ties, but only because the best is yet to come when I’m alone. When I am by myself I can choose what to watch, what to eat, and what I want to do, no questions asked.
Although being alone is a great feeling, that’s only because everyday I’m around others and I need my own time for me. If I was by myself too much, I would crave interaction with others. You cannot have one without the other. In my opinion, people should have a good balance of both.
Every person has a place to go or something they can do to wind down and relax, whether it is alone or with others. Everyone should take time to relax, making life better for themselves and others. If we all took the time to calm down, we would be surprised by the changes it would make.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Word Poker
Word Poker
The desire to forget that immortal lilac gleam.
Children forget the crystal voice of winter.
Imagine the rare fruit of distress from the grave.
Listen to the murmur of the glorious shimmering stream.
Happily crave the glorious leisure feast.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Descriptive Essay
My Fathers Job
I awake, groggily, to my father gently shaking me. Today, my father is taking me to the harbor to guide the ships in. I’ve always wanted to go with him to work and today is the day he finally said yes.
We walk slowly down the dimly-lit, foggy streets to the bay, my father’s lantern swinging back and forth, providing the only light. The crashing of the waves against the rocks gets louder and louder as we near the end of our walk. The thick fog blocks everything from sight, but I can still make out the dim, yellow glow of lights from the town.
My father raises his lantern and slowly swings it three times. I wait in silent anticipation to see what happens next. A ship cruises towards us, slicing through the thick fog like a knife, looking almost like a ghost ship. As it nears, I can hear the sloshing of the waves against the ship and faint cries of orders being shouted.
The ship slides in next to the dock and the men onboard start the strenuous task of unloading their heavy cargo. My father turns to me and asks, “ What do you think of my work?” I reply, “ It’s what I want to do when I get older.”
I awake, groggily, to my father gently shaking me. Today, my father is taking me to the harbor to guide the ships in. I’ve always wanted to go with him to work and today is the day he finally said yes.
We walk slowly down the dimly-lit, foggy streets to the bay, my father’s lantern swinging back and forth, providing the only light. The crashing of the waves against the rocks gets louder and louder as we near the end of our walk. The thick fog blocks everything from sight, but I can still make out the dim, yellow glow of lights from the town.
My father raises his lantern and slowly swings it three times. I wait in silent anticipation to see what happens next. A ship cruises towards us, slicing through the thick fog like a knife, looking almost like a ghost ship. As it nears, I can hear the sloshing of the waves against the ship and faint cries of orders being shouted.
The ship slides in next to the dock and the men onboard start the strenuous task of unloading their heavy cargo. My father turns to me and asks, “ What do you think of my work?” I reply, “ It’s what I want to do when I get older.”
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