This is just my everyday life. My public journal. It might be a mistake, but I make those all the time so, I’ll just wing it with this category.
It’s award show season, and the best and brightest is upon us. The Academy Awards make us feel empowered, inspired, and excited. My family has a tradition, which is tons of fun. We all make guesses about what will win, and the winner gets major bragging rights. I’m excited, but something is missing. My mama is flying to the other side of the country, and I miss her! But it’s okay. She’ll be home soon, and I’ll tell her all about the golden, shining, Academy Awards.
Dance, shout, run about! Throw confetti in the air, bake a cake or two. Today is a day to celebrate someone. This someone is generous, loving, funny, kind, thoughtful, fun, and an amazing grandfather. Thank you Grandpa, and happy birthday!
The buildings make me feel small
But I’ve never felt so important
In the strong, beautiful office
Looking out on the river
I’m with people who love to write
As much as I.
Snow is so many things at once. Sparkling crystals of ice. Piercing weapons of cold. Soft fluffs of cotton. Suffocating layers of sleet. Snowflakes are cold, beautiful, and killers. I love snow. I hate snow. I love snow days. But I hate that the snow is keeping my mom from coming home.
Cookies and milk set out on the stool.
Reindeer food made of carrots and glitter.
Boots in the hall to be filled with sweets.
A story read by the light of our Christmas tree.
Merry Christmas Eve. Goodnight.
The clock ticked slowly.
The teachers droned on.
The day dragged on.
And then,
RING!!!!
I’m free. I’m free for two glorious weeks.
Let the happiness and fun of winter break
Begin.
Books.
They introduce us to new worlds,
New concepts,
New ideas,
And new people.
I have met characters I adore
And characters I’m in love with
And characters I want to punch in the face.
I am reading a book where the main character
Is a girl.
That I .
Want.
To punch.
In the face.
The drama surrounds me
The characters enchant me
I quickly soak up
The wittiness of the lines
The show is perfect
As is the next
Show after show
I think I’m addicted
And I think I’m okay with that.
There is one thing that stands between autumn and winter. It is chilly and wet, and despises the sunshine. It comes with fog, dew, and dripping wet hair.
Rain stands guard. Rain says, “For one week you must endure me, then I will turn snowy.”
It’s going to be a cold, wet, snowy winter.
Should I cheer for no school?
Or cry for the cold?
Basketball is the ultimate two-way street. On offense, you must have sharp cuts. You must have hard passes and dribbles that move you down the court. You must drive to the basket, you must rebound. On defense, you must watch sharp cuts. You must steal passes and stop dribbles. You must block drives to the basket, and you must rebound. Basketball is a two-faced game. Whatever you do on offense, you should be able to stop on defense.