To the teachers and staff of G.M.S,
For starters, I think the hockey academy is working very well for me. Normally I would never be excited to go to school, no offense but I would never be excited but now that there is a hockey program, it gives me something to be excited about when I come to school. Not a lot of people get the chance to play hockey at school, but others and I at this school are very lucky to have it at G.M.S. The hockey program has also got me better at other classes, I think personally. That is because the hockey program develops you in to not only a better athlete but also a better person and better character which improves me in other classes to listen better, become responsible and show leadership.
Not only is the hockey program working but also, I like all the other sports and clubs that you can take part in. Volleyball and Basketball worked really well for me because I love sports and middle school gives you a chance to participate in a lot of sports that you like. That is another way that coming to school can be exciting, if you have practice or a game that day which just makes school that much exciting.
Also I can really work with anyone which is a good thing to the teachers knowing that they don’t have to worry about who they put me with. I work better with friends personally but if necessary I can work with basically anyone.
I love my classes, they are fun and interesting but the good thing is that you can pick your electives and there is a lot of choice , wood work , tech ed, info tech and a lot of other which gives you a lot of selection. In science, I love the labs we do and I think we should do more, in English and English writing we do a lot of fun stuff such as fun writing activities. My favorite class so far has been drama, I like acting quite a bit and not only the acting part but we get to play games also. Math may not be my best subject but I still try hard in it and most of the times get G’s. So Math is my worst subject and English is probably my best subject , so Math isn’t working so good but English is but overall all my classes are working pretty good.
I like how in middle school you have a lot more freedom than you would have in elementary such as breaks in between classes to give you a chance to see your friends’ way more. In elementary you would never have breaks or anything and that was not very fun. So that makes middle school much more fun so I think that the breaks are working good for me.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Pickle Write
The annoying sound of my ancient fridge screeching open as I pull the handle back. The first thing that I see, the beautiful pickle jar, I have been craving them all day. I glare into pickle jar searching for the biggest one. My mouth watering to the thought of the sour liquid running down your throat. After a couple hard minutes of searching for that special one, I spotted the perfect one, thick, long with a juicy look on it, the one I was looking for. I effortlessly slid the cupboard of my cutlery snatching a knife to capture that pickle out of the jar. I walk over to the jar very excited considering I have been craving pickles all day.
That beautiful sound of the jar popping open, like music to your ears, the sound making me more and more hungry for a pickle. I desperately spear at the pickle like a hunter on its prey as it keeps sliding away from the dull butter knife. I struggle to catch this pickle as the knife fails reputedly. I slam the knife to the ground in stress that I can’t catch this pickle, I run back over to the cupboard of the cutlery to grab a sharper knife. I try again numerous times, still failing I got more and more mad at myself. Eventually I dropped the knife and plunged my hand into the jar feeling around trying to grab that pickle. Finally I gripped my hands around the pickle giving an effort to not drop it. The thick slippery green liquid covering the pickle makes it hard to grip the long thick item of food. I raise my hand up to my mouth. I shove the crunchy juicy pickle in my mouth stuffing my face. My teeth engraving into the thick pickle and the juiciness run down my throat. As a chunk of the pickle ran down my throat, a seed went down the wrong tube, I began to gag as the pickle clogged my throat, trying to spit it up I kept struggling as the chunk of the pickle would not move. Gasping for air, trying to yell for help but I could talk or yell due to the fact that a pickle was stuck in my throat. Finally I took one last shot at it, trying to cough it up and all of a sudden I see the pickle flying thru the air across the room. The pickle landed on the table on the other side of the room as I watch in happiness that the pickle was gone from my throat. I don’t even bother to go and get the pickle, because I never fully ate that pickle, I proudly walk back over to the pickle jar ready to eat another.
This time I don’t even bother trying to get a knife to catch those swirmy pickles. Right off the bat I drop my hand into the jar attempting to catch a pickle. Happily this time I caught one right away not like last time where it took me a struggling 5 minutes. With no hesitation I shoved the fat crunchy pickle in my mouth trying hard not to choke again and successfully did not choke. I was proud of myself. The sourness running down my throat as my teeth engraves into the crunchiness of the pickle. From that day on, pickles were my favorite food.
That beautiful sound of the jar popping open, like music to your ears, the sound making me more and more hungry for a pickle. I desperately spear at the pickle like a hunter on its prey as it keeps sliding away from the dull butter knife. I struggle to catch this pickle as the knife fails reputedly. I slam the knife to the ground in stress that I can’t catch this pickle, I run back over to the cupboard of the cutlery to grab a sharper knife. I try again numerous times, still failing I got more and more mad at myself. Eventually I dropped the knife and plunged my hand into the jar feeling around trying to grab that pickle. Finally I gripped my hands around the pickle giving an effort to not drop it. The thick slippery green liquid covering the pickle makes it hard to grip the long thick item of food. I raise my hand up to my mouth. I shove the crunchy juicy pickle in my mouth stuffing my face. My teeth engraving into the thick pickle and the juiciness run down my throat. As a chunk of the pickle ran down my throat, a seed went down the wrong tube, I began to gag as the pickle clogged my throat, trying to spit it up I kept struggling as the chunk of the pickle would not move. Gasping for air, trying to yell for help but I could talk or yell due to the fact that a pickle was stuck in my throat. Finally I took one last shot at it, trying to cough it up and all of a sudden I see the pickle flying thru the air across the room. The pickle landed on the table on the other side of the room as I watch in happiness that the pickle was gone from my throat. I don’t even bother to go and get the pickle, because I never fully ate that pickle, I proudly walk back over to the pickle jar ready to eat another.
This time I don’t even bother trying to get a knife to catch those swirmy pickles. Right off the bat I drop my hand into the jar attempting to catch a pickle. Happily this time I caught one right away not like last time where it took me a struggling 5 minutes. With no hesitation I shoved the fat crunchy pickle in my mouth trying hard not to choke again and successfully did not choke. I was proud of myself. The sourness running down my throat as my teeth engraves into the crunchiness of the pickle. From that day on, pickles were my favorite food.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Jake Alzner
There I was, Jake Alzner standing on the tip of the high dive at swim bay, my legs shaking, my teeth chattering together as the heavy cold breeze brushing against my body. My life sucked, I had no friends and everyone made fun of me. But in a few minutes my life was about to change. I looked down at the water about fifteen feet down, I took a deep breath, a couple of bounces and I leaped in the air. My arms were flailing all over, my heart was racing like never before, and I had only ever done this twice in my lifetime so it was still frightening for me. My feet smashed against the chili water as I landed flat footed, the rest of my body entered the water. Right before my head went under I heard multiple amounts of people cheering for me considering I was standing up there for at least fifteen minutes and that cheering made me feel special for the first time in a long time. I felt like it was all a dream. When I hit the water I usually stay under the water for about ten seconds but this time was different from other times. Due to the fact the water was not very deep, my feet touched the bottom. Right before I was about to run out of breathe, I was still far away from the top, I knew I was in trouble. I swear I was about to lose my breath but it seemed like I could stay under the water forever, in fact I could stay under water forever.
I swear it was like magic right in front of my eyes, I could hold my breath for as long as I wanted, personally in my mind it was the best power that anyone could ever have. I continued to explore the bottom of the lake as people worry knowing that I have been under the water for minutes now. I decided to come up to the surface now , to not scare any of the people watching me and I didn’t really want anyone to know , I am going to keep it to myself. My head comes out of the water as many people cheer for me. I struggled to the ladder; I was still stunned about my abilities. I climb the ladder one step at a time panting hardly. I reach the top to see many people standing glaring at me; I look to the left and notice my mother waiting in the car in the parking lot. On my way to get my clothes and shoes I took my time, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked over and I thought to myself “who else could it be? It’s obviously my mother considering she has no patience at all.” I rolled my eyes and made my way to the car. When I got home I ran up to my room and layed on my bed still extremely stunned wondering if this was all a dream. I knew if I told my parents they wouldn’t let me go to the lake anymore thinking that that power was unsafe or something. I hate my parents. They are way too overprotected and they do not let me do anything. So I decided to not tell anyone about this power I discovered and anyways it’s not like I could tell many people , I had barely any friends anyways.
From that day on, I went to swim bay every single day and used my “super power” is what I called it but one day my mom started to get very suspicious because I went to swim bay every single day but before that I discovered my power I had never went and my mother even knew that I wasn’t the strongest swimmer in the world. So one day my mother started a conversation with me.
“So Jake, why are you going to swim bay so much now?” mother questioned.
“Uhh, I’m starting to like swimming now.” I replied.
“Oh really, that’s good.” My mom said sounding impressed.
I know for a fact that my mother knew that I was lying because mothers know everything that goes on in their kid’s life.
One day it surprisingly rained, I was shocked because it never rains in the summer. I was also upset because I could not use my power that day. After a long day of thinking and I finally decided that I should tell my mother about my power. It was a risk but I knew she knew I was hiding something by the way she acts now every time she brings me to swim bay. I slowly and nervously walked up to my mother and said:
“Mother, I have something to tell you.”
“What is it Jake?” mother questioned with a bizarre face.
“Drive me to swim bay.” I asked.
“What, why?!” mother said surprised.
I explained to my mother why we had to hurry over to swim bay. We scampered to the car and drove about 15 minutes to swim bay. It was surprisingly very quiet the whole way there considering I though my mom would be freaking out at me just because she’s one of those people. When we got to swim bay, I quickly took of my seat belt, got up and ran on to the dock. My mother hurried after me at a rapid pace.
My mother caught up to me.
“So show me what you wanted to show me!” Mother yelled.
“Ok, watch this mom” I replied nervously.
I took a running start from far away from the edge of the dock. I started running and leaped into the water soaring thru the air as my mom looked on very nervously trying not to look because she did not know what I was about to do. My body entered the water; my mom looked very carefully noticing nothing really happened but she was about to see something very interesting. I stayed under the water for a long time and my mother even knew that I couldn’t hold my breath for that long. I was still under the water, it had been about 2 minutes now and that is pretty long. My mother began to worry looking on with a very worried look on her face. Biting her nails, very nervous. It had been almost 5 minutes not, mother lost track of where I was. Without hesitation she leaped into the water searching for me. I heard the splash and the millions of little bubbles in front of my face , after the bubbles cleared out , I saw my mother sprawling , looking for me. I grabbed her and rose to the top. My mother out of breath, panting fiercely as I am calm as ever.
“Are you ok?!” mother yelled.
“Yes mother, I’m fine, don’t worry.” I replied.
“Then how did you stay under that long?” she asked.
“That’s what I’m talking about, I have a super power.” I said proudly.
Mother grabbed me and we swam back to the ladder. We struggled up that ladder as stumbled onto the dock. My mother was stunned as she glared at me, she had nothing to say, she was speechless.
“So you’re saying you can stay under water for as long as you want?” She asked in shock.
“Yes, mom I am telling the truth.” I replied.
“Let’s go.” My mother suggested.
We walked over to the car to go home. On the way home we were discussing about my “power”. My mother had never seen this in her life, or even heard of it. I was surprised my mother wasn’t so worried about me and she didn’t even mention me never using it again which in this case was a good thing for me. We finally came to a conclusion that we were both not going to tell anyone, no friends, no teachers, nobody. We were going to keep it a complete secret.
A few months later I went to swim bay on a scorching beautiful day to cool off. I plunged into the water head first and entered the water traveling deep down to the bottom, all of a sudden something happened that I thought would never happen. While I was at the bottom exploring the water in amusement. I ran out of breath. In shock I hurried to the surface with water rushing thru my throat. I reach the top panting hard, out of breath. I rushed to the ladder in disappointment. I thought that this power would last forever but I guess not. In sadness I walked to my mother in the car waiting to pick me up. I broke the news to her , she didn’t really seem to care , I broke down into tears when we got home , so unfortunately my life went back to no fun at all , still no friends considering I kept it a secret the whole time , I officially hated life. That was the most fun I had ever had in my whole entire life. My life was never the same.
I swear it was like magic right in front of my eyes, I could hold my breath for as long as I wanted, personally in my mind it was the best power that anyone could ever have. I continued to explore the bottom of the lake as people worry knowing that I have been under the water for minutes now. I decided to come up to the surface now , to not scare any of the people watching me and I didn’t really want anyone to know , I am going to keep it to myself. My head comes out of the water as many people cheer for me. I struggled to the ladder; I was still stunned about my abilities. I climb the ladder one step at a time panting hardly. I reach the top to see many people standing glaring at me; I look to the left and notice my mother waiting in the car in the parking lot. On my way to get my clothes and shoes I took my time, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked over and I thought to myself “who else could it be? It’s obviously my mother considering she has no patience at all.” I rolled my eyes and made my way to the car. When I got home I ran up to my room and layed on my bed still extremely stunned wondering if this was all a dream. I knew if I told my parents they wouldn’t let me go to the lake anymore thinking that that power was unsafe or something. I hate my parents. They are way too overprotected and they do not let me do anything. So I decided to not tell anyone about this power I discovered and anyways it’s not like I could tell many people , I had barely any friends anyways.
From that day on, I went to swim bay every single day and used my “super power” is what I called it but one day my mom started to get very suspicious because I went to swim bay every single day but before that I discovered my power I had never went and my mother even knew that I wasn’t the strongest swimmer in the world. So one day my mother started a conversation with me.
“So Jake, why are you going to swim bay so much now?” mother questioned.
“Uhh, I’m starting to like swimming now.” I replied.
“Oh really, that’s good.” My mom said sounding impressed.
I know for a fact that my mother knew that I was lying because mothers know everything that goes on in their kid’s life.
One day it surprisingly rained, I was shocked because it never rains in the summer. I was also upset because I could not use my power that day. After a long day of thinking and I finally decided that I should tell my mother about my power. It was a risk but I knew she knew I was hiding something by the way she acts now every time she brings me to swim bay. I slowly and nervously walked up to my mother and said:
“Mother, I have something to tell you.”
“What is it Jake?” mother questioned with a bizarre face.
“Drive me to swim bay.” I asked.
“What, why?!” mother said surprised.
I explained to my mother why we had to hurry over to swim bay. We scampered to the car and drove about 15 minutes to swim bay. It was surprisingly very quiet the whole way there considering I though my mom would be freaking out at me just because she’s one of those people. When we got to swim bay, I quickly took of my seat belt, got up and ran on to the dock. My mother hurried after me at a rapid pace.
My mother caught up to me.
“So show me what you wanted to show me!” Mother yelled.
“Ok, watch this mom” I replied nervously.
I took a running start from far away from the edge of the dock. I started running and leaped into the water soaring thru the air as my mom looked on very nervously trying not to look because she did not know what I was about to do. My body entered the water; my mom looked very carefully noticing nothing really happened but she was about to see something very interesting. I stayed under the water for a long time and my mother even knew that I couldn’t hold my breath for that long. I was still under the water, it had been about 2 minutes now and that is pretty long. My mother began to worry looking on with a very worried look on her face. Biting her nails, very nervous. It had been almost 5 minutes not, mother lost track of where I was. Without hesitation she leaped into the water searching for me. I heard the splash and the millions of little bubbles in front of my face , after the bubbles cleared out , I saw my mother sprawling , looking for me. I grabbed her and rose to the top. My mother out of breath, panting fiercely as I am calm as ever.
“Are you ok?!” mother yelled.
“Yes mother, I’m fine, don’t worry.” I replied.
“Then how did you stay under that long?” she asked.
“That’s what I’m talking about, I have a super power.” I said proudly.
Mother grabbed me and we swam back to the ladder. We struggled up that ladder as stumbled onto the dock. My mother was stunned as she glared at me, she had nothing to say, she was speechless.
“So you’re saying you can stay under water for as long as you want?” She asked in shock.
“Yes, mom I am telling the truth.” I replied.
“Let’s go.” My mother suggested.
We walked over to the car to go home. On the way home we were discussing about my “power”. My mother had never seen this in her life, or even heard of it. I was surprised my mother wasn’t so worried about me and she didn’t even mention me never using it again which in this case was a good thing for me. We finally came to a conclusion that we were both not going to tell anyone, no friends, no teachers, nobody. We were going to keep it a complete secret.
A few months later I went to swim bay on a scorching beautiful day to cool off. I plunged into the water head first and entered the water traveling deep down to the bottom, all of a sudden something happened that I thought would never happen. While I was at the bottom exploring the water in amusement. I ran out of breath. In shock I hurried to the surface with water rushing thru my throat. I reach the top panting hard, out of breath. I rushed to the ladder in disappointment. I thought that this power would last forever but I guess not. In sadness I walked to my mother in the car waiting to pick me up. I broke the news to her , she didn’t really seem to care , I broke down into tears when we got home , so unfortunately my life went back to no fun at all , still no friends considering I kept it a secret the whole time , I officially hated life. That was the most fun I had ever had in my whole entire life. My life was never the same.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Slow Down
Head First into the chrysal clear , absolutely frozen water.The water clearer than ever before , the beautiful red salmon struggling up stream as I soar thru the air like an eagle. My head smashing into the chili water , it seems like my life flashed right in front of my eyes. I dip into the water , the freezing water touching the tip of my hair for the first time as the rest of my body enters the creek.
The grey truck speeding like lighting thru the red light almost like he was asking to die. The oncoming motorcycle also going very fast thru the green light as it was his turn , not the truck's. The truck and motorcycle were heading right for each other and it was bound to happen. Right before the collision happened it was like the world stood still , the terrifying look on the motorcycles rider face was like the world was going to end.They collided. The motorcyclist went flying thru the air as the motorcycle bounced off the enormous truck. The man laying there in the middle of the intersection , unfortunately dead as the truck driver broke into tears knowing it was his fault.
The grey truck speeding like lighting thru the red light almost like he was asking to die. The oncoming motorcycle also going very fast thru the green light as it was his turn , not the truck's. The truck and motorcycle were heading right for each other and it was bound to happen. Right before the collision happened it was like the world stood still , the terrifying look on the motorcycles rider face was like the world was going to end.They collided. The motorcyclist went flying thru the air as the motorcycle bounced off the enormous truck. The man laying there in the middle of the intersection , unfortunately dead as the truck driver broke into tears knowing it was his fault.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Hockey\GMS
There I was, my father holding me up as I try to skate, back then I was not very good at all skating, in fact I was terrible, I could barely go without my father holding me up. That was when I was 4. So you couldn’t really expect me to be good anyways but I was trying hard to succeed. I was born to play hockey, I loved the sport when I was young and I still do as a thirteen year old.
As the years went on I grew better and better at skating and the sport of hockey. I joined a league called Novice A, which was when I was about 6. My skills have improved since then. A number of skill improved, skating, stick handling, shooting and others. Now I am thirteen years old and still love the sport.
Last year I made the Peewee AA team as a first year peewee which is the best team on the Westside for peewee and I am very proud. This year, as a second year I made the team again.
When I get older I want to play college hockey and get a scholarship. I am not going to worry about the NHL this early because that is pretty far away but for now my goal is to play college hockey and get a scholarship and good education. That is where I want to go when I am older.
I think GMS will help me a lot to get where I want to go, for many reasons. Well first of all GMS has a hockey academy which will help me. It helps and teaches me many different skills such as shooting and most of all skating which is a very important skill in hockey. Another reason it will help is because not only does GMS have a hockey program and they help you in hockey but also they teach you to have a good character which is crucial for college hockey and your hockey career. So GMS will help me a lot to make it where I want to go.
As the years went on I grew better and better at skating and the sport of hockey. I joined a league called Novice A, which was when I was about 6. My skills have improved since then. A number of skill improved, skating, stick handling, shooting and others. Now I am thirteen years old and still love the sport.
Last year I made the Peewee AA team as a first year peewee which is the best team on the Westside for peewee and I am very proud. This year, as a second year I made the team again.
When I get older I want to play college hockey and get a scholarship. I am not going to worry about the NHL this early because that is pretty far away but for now my goal is to play college hockey and get a scholarship and good education. That is where I want to go when I am older.
I think GMS will help me a lot to get where I want to go, for many reasons. Well first of all GMS has a hockey academy which will help me. It helps and teaches me many different skills such as shooting and most of all skating which is a very important skill in hockey. Another reason it will help is because not only does GMS have a hockey program and they help you in hockey but also they teach you to have a good character which is crucial for college hockey and your hockey career. So GMS will help me a lot to make it where I want to go.
Hockey\GMS
There I was, my father holding me up as I try to skate, back then I was not very good at all skating, in fact I was terrible, I could barely go without my father holding me up. That was when I was 4. So you couldn’t really expect me to be good anyways but I was trying hard to succeed. I was born to play hockey, I loved the sport when I was young and I still do as a thirteen year old.
As the years went on I grew better and better at skating and the sport of hockey. I joined a league called Novice A, which was when I was about 6. My skills have improved since then. A number of skill improved, skating, stick handling, shooting and others. Now I am thirteen years old and still love the sport.
Last year I made the Peewee AA team as a first year peewee which is the best team on the Westside for peewee and I am very proud. This year, as a second year I made the team again.
When I get older I want to play college hockey and get a scholarship. I am not going to worry about the NHL this early because that is pretty far away but for now my goal is to play college hockey and get a scholarship and good education. That is where I want to go when I am older.
I think GMS will help me a lot to get where I want to go, for many reasons. Well first of all GMS has a hockey academy which will help me. It helps and teaches me many different skills such as shooting and most of all skating which is a very important skill in hockey. Another reason it will help is because not only does GMS have a hockey program and they help you in hockey but also they teach you to have a good character which is crucial for college hockey and your hockey career. So GMS will help me a lot to make it where I want to go.
As the years went on I grew better and better at skating and the sport of hockey. I joined a league called Novice A, which was when I was about 6. My skills have improved since then. A number of skill improved, skating, stick handling, shooting and others. Now I am thirteen years old and still love the sport.
Last year I made the Peewee AA team as a first year peewee which is the best team on the Westside for peewee and I am very proud. This year, as a second year I made the team again.
When I get older I want to play college hockey and get a scholarship. I am not going to worry about the NHL this early because that is pretty far away but for now my goal is to play college hockey and get a scholarship and good education. That is where I want to go when I am older.
I think GMS will help me a lot to get where I want to go, for many reasons. Well first of all GMS has a hockey academy which will help me. It helps and teaches me many different skills such as shooting and most of all skating which is a very important skill in hockey. Another reason it will help is because not only does GMS have a hockey program and they help you in hockey but also they teach you to have a good character which is crucial for college hockey and your hockey career. So GMS will help me a lot to make it where I want to go.
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