I'm not exactly sure what we're supposed to do for this, is it personal or books and media articles? So I'll post both.
Personal:
I have a pet dog named Clarence (named after the member of Bruce Springsteen's E-Street Band), a brother named Michael, and a fish tank in my living room. I like to read, spend time with friends, play tennis, and participate in cross country. I am not in any choral groups at school, but I'm hoping to try out for the winter play and spring musical (Guys and Dolls). If I don't make the musical, I'm going to try out for badminton. I'm really excited to spend the rest of high school in academy!
Books/Media:
I love to read. I always have, and there are many books that I have read in my life. One of the series that I have loved since I could read was Little House on the Prarie series, by Laura Ingalls Wilder. This simplistic series recounts the life of a young girl as she grows up in the Midwest in the late 1900's. I absolutely adored these stories when I was younger, and looking back now see even more of their brilliance and lessons.
Now I enjoy more complex books and series and enjoy the challenges they provide when I read. I look forward to getting more suggestions from fellow academy students!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Poem: A Thousand Others
Beep, Beep at five
In the morning.
The dawn still breaking,
Early birds chirping,
A car engine ripping
through the calm morning.
And me, in the cold air
Of my room.
Seven thirty in the morning.
“Goodbye kids,”
The bus driver calls.
I almost miss the shuttle to class.
Nearly eleven in the afternoon.
Introductions,
Name games and
My first Academy experience
Later,
Back on the bus.
Twenty minutes later at lunch,
Relief hits like a wave.
I see my best friend
Saving me a seat at her table,
Even though I’m ten minutes late.
Two fifty-five.
School’s out.
But not yet for me as I go
Down to the athletes locker rooms.
After waiting a lifetime for my
Cross country locker and uniform,
I leave for practice.
Five twenty-five.
I’m home in the sanctuary of my bedroom.
And I realize,
Frantic though my long day was,
A thousand others
Were right there with me
On our first day of high school.
In the morning.
The dawn still breaking,
Early birds chirping,
A car engine ripping
through the calm morning.
And me, in the cold air
Of my room.
Seven thirty in the morning.
“Goodbye kids,”
The bus driver calls.
I almost miss the shuttle to class.
Nearly eleven in the afternoon.
Introductions,
Name games and
My first Academy experience
Later,
Back on the bus.
Twenty minutes later at lunch,
Relief hits like a wave.
I see my best friend
Saving me a seat at her table,
Even though I’m ten minutes late.
Two fifty-five.
School’s out.
But not yet for me as I go
Down to the athletes locker rooms.
After waiting a lifetime for my
Cross country locker and uniform,
I leave for practice.
Five twenty-five.
I’m home in the sanctuary of my bedroom.
And I realize,
Frantic though my long day was,
A thousand others
Were right there with me
On our first day of high school.
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