By Your Side - Tenth Avenue North

      By Your Side by Tenth Avenue North is an amazing song that has helped me through the toughest times of my life. This song is in the point of view of Jesus talking to His broken and hurt people who are looking elsewhere when they should seek Him. The first verse is Jesus asking why I'm crying, striving, trying to earn grace. He asks me not to turn away, but to let Him lift up my face. He asks why I'm searching for love, as if He isn't enough. This helped remind me to be careful not to turn away in the hard times. I won't find such amazing grace, comfort and love anywhere else than I will with Him.
     In the chorus, Jesus makes a promise that He will be by my side whenever I fall. Even when I call in the dead of night. He asks me to please not fight these Hands that are holding me. His hands are holding me. This helped me realize that I don't have to be afraid of falling. Because even if I fall, Jesus is right there by my side - arms ready to catch me. He won't let me fall, and He will never let me down. Even if everyone in this world has hurt me, left me, let me fall, Jesus is still here, and He isn't about to go anywhere else!
     In the second verse, Jesus reminds me that His hands, "swallowed the grave on that night when [He] drank the world's sin." Jesus did this to give me life. He did this for me, because He loves me, and that makes me so happy that He would do that out of choice!
     The simplest, yet maybe the most powerful (and my favorite) part of this song is the bridge: "'Cause I, I love you, I want you to know. That I, yeah I love you, I'll never let you go. No, no." Sometimes the best and most powerful way to tell somebody how much you care is to just say it plain, simple and gently. Jesus telling me in eight simple words that He loves me, and that He will never let me go, is very powerful to me. The music and the singers voice at this part of the song, also adds a lot to the meaning.
     By Your Side by Tenth Avenue North means so much to me. It's powerful, touching, beautiful and encouraging. It woke me up to never turn away from Jesus. He is, and always will be by my side to keep me company, to catch me when I fall, to guide me and love me.

Respect and Appreciation

     Atticus Finch was representing a black man, Tom Robinson, in a case in which Tom was being accused of raping a white girl. Because Atticus was representing Tom in this case, the other blacks showed their gratitude towards Atticus in several ways. 

     The blacks showed their support by appearing at the trial and watching intently from in the balcony. Despite everyone else's doubt and unbelief that Tom had not raped Mayella Ewell, Atticus stuck with the case. He made many strong points on how Tom could not have committed the crime that he was being accused of. Tom's friends and family greatly appreciated Atticus' determination and faithfulness, even though he knew he would most likely lose.

     Atticus made many good points during the trial, and it seemed so likely that he would win. Nonetheless, after several hours, the jury finally decided that Tom Robinson was indeed guilty. Even though everyone knew it would end that way, it was still a disappointment. Right after the trial ended, Atticus made his way down the isle toward the door. As he walked down the isle, the black people in the balconies stood up in respect. Even though they lost, they still respected Atticus and was very appreciative of him for standing up for and representing Tom Robinson.

    The morning after the trial, Calpurnia told Atticus that Tom Robinson's father had sent the Finch family a chicken as a token of thanks. He wasn't the only one, however. Rolls had been sent from someone at the hotel, and others left on the back porch hunks of pork, tomatoes, beans, and even scuppernongs and pickled pigs' knuckles! Atticus was brought to tears by the thanks and appreciation people had for him. Despite the odds of him losing the trial, Atticus fought with everything he had. And although he did lose, the blacks very much appreciated and thanked Atticus for doing everything he could to help their friend, Tom Robinson.

Alaska

       Alaska - one of the many places i long to explore. Most people don't understand why I would want to go to Alaska. Who wants to put up with below zero temperatures and giant mosquito's? I don't, but I think I could manage. To me, it's worth coping with a few annoying things to see some of God's most beautiful creations. Dog sledding, hunting and camping are some of the things I would like to do while in Alaska, however, not my main reason for wanting to go. My main reason are the wolves. I love wolves, and being able to see them in their natural habitat and to study them would be so amazing. The Northern Lights are another of Alaska's beauty I would love to see. I've seen pictures and videos, but to see the lights up close and personal would be amazing. I don't know what it is, but I'm really drawn to Alaska. It's so different from the rest of the States, and it's just so fascinating to me. I can't wait to visit!

Sarah Emma Edmonds

      Born into a home with an abusive father who resented her for not being born a boy, sixteen year old Sarah Emma Edmonds left her Canadian home and moved to the United States, disguising herself as a man under the name of Franklin Thompson. (http://www.civilwar.org/education/history/biographies/sarah-emma-edmonds.html) When the Civil War started, Thompson/Edmonds enlisted into the Union army, and became a part of the Second Volunteers of United States Army. A few months later, she was assigned as a nurse to the hospital unit of the 2nd Michigan Volunteers. (http://www.civilwarhome.com/edmondsbio.htm)

     This may or may not be true, but it is believed that Sarah Edmonds (still in the disguise of Franklin Thompson) heard that McClellan's staff was looking for a spy, and she wanted the job. (http://www.civilwar.org/education/history/biographies/sarah-emma-edmonds.html) Private Thompson/Edmonds studied all she could, and after being interviewed, immediately got the position. Two of her disguises she used during her eleven spy missions, was a male slave called "Cuff", and a female Irish peddler. (http://www.civilwarhome.com/edmondsbio.htm) Private Thompson/Edmonds was very successful in her spy missions, and gathered much information for the Union Army. When she was working again as a nurse, she came across a dilemma. Private Thompson/Edmonds came down with Malaria. To avoid the discovery of her true identity, she left the army camp for a short time to go to Illinois for treatment. After she recovered, she planned to go back to the army, but, she soon discovered that she had been accused of deserting the Union Army. (http://www.civilwarhome.com/edmondsbio.htm) And so ended Private Thompson's adventure as a spy for the Union Army. Thompson/Edmonds did the only other thing she could to be involved in the army: going to Washington to be a nurse until the end of the war. After the war, she wrote a book about her adventures in the Civil War called  Nurse and Spy in the Union Army. Sarah Emma Edmonds was one of four hundred women who was in the Civil War, and she sure left a mark. Edmonds disguised herself as a man, joined the army, helped hundreds of wounded soldiers, dressed up as many people for spy missions, and gave the Union Army information about the Confederates. Come on, how cool was she?

My Career Path

     The career that I have chosen and that I think best suits me is to run my own wildlife sanctuary; maybe even in another country to be a missionary as well. I definitely did not choose this occupation for money, fame, or worldly "success". On the contrary, I chose this career to serve the Lord, to give back, and merely for fun. 

     Serving the Lord is my purpose on this earth. God has given me a love for animals which I will use in a career to serve him. By running a wildlife sanctuary, I will be helping the creatures that God has created. If I choose to build my sanctuary in another country, or even in America, I will have a chance to minister to those who visit the sanctuary and hopefully lead many people to Christ. 

     Next to fulfilling God's purpose, giving back is probably the best thing anyone could do, and be remembered for in life. God gave Adam the responsibility to take care of His creatures. A wildlife sanctuary's purpose is to take in sick, injured, and or homeless wildlife, tending to them and nursing them back to health if needed.

   An important reason, but not as important as the other two, I want to run my own wildlife sanctuary for the fun of it. The career will definitely not be an easy one, but at times I'm sure it will be fun. As I have said before, I have a huge love for animals, and being able to work with exotic animals everyday will be a dream come true. I love helping animals, spending time with them, and telling people about my wonderful Savior. Doing all of those at the same time, will be amazing. 

     In picking a career in life, loving your job and having a good reason to be doing that job, are very important. This is why I have chosen to open and run my own wildlife sanctuary. Three main reasons why I picked this career is to serve the Lord my God, to give back, and to just have fun!

Memorable Face

     Wistfully, she sits inside the cage, her petite face staring out through the small holes as people walk by. The black line that forms her mouth, curve down in sorrow. She whimpers at the sight of a child playing with another puppy. Her little black nose and almost invisible white whiskers twitch as she smells the different aromas of the outside world. There is a damp, dark brown tear stain under her left eye. Her eyes are filled with loneliness, desperation, and fear. Lonely because of the lack of socialization. Desperate for someone to come and take her home. Fear of another home like her last; full of abuse and starvation. Her ears go up with a fraction of hope as a small child walks by smiling at her. The face of that small, tan puppy will be forever remembered by that child. No one could forget such an adorable, desperate and memorable face.

-Sarah

Picture taken by me of a puppy, Crayon, at my local animal shelter :)

I Define Myself As..

an adventurous, fun, crazy daughter and lover of Christ :)

     My name is Sarah, I'm a junior in high school, I've been on this earth for 15 (almost 16) years, and I am on a wonderful adventurous journey with my best friend and Maker, Jesus Christ. This journey is very difficult at times, but it is the most magnificent adventure anyone could ever dream up.
     I know I appear quiet and timid to most people, but that's just because you don't know me! If you really knew me, you'd know that I am one of the craziest, fun, loud, and spontaneous people you will ever met. Ask anyone of my friends or family members, and they'll tell you just how hyper and random I can be.
     I am very much involved in my youth group, and I don't know what I would do without them. They are always there for me, they put up with me (Haha), and they sure know how to have fun!
     I have two amazing parents, an older brother, and a twin brother. I love everyone of them so much, and would gladly give up my life for all of them. I take after my dad and older brother, in the way that I can be very stubborn at times, and will do just about anything to prove a point.
     My favorite colors are blue and black, I have a big interest in New Zealand (I don't know how that started), I literally wouldn't know what to do if there wasn't music (I'm constantly listening to it), my favorite bands are Owl City, Boys Like Girls, Skillet, and We The Kings, and my favorite food (by far) is cheese pizza! I've been playing the piano since I was five, and started guitar lessons last year. Oh yeah, and I'm practically in love with actor Paul Walker. Heehee. Oh, and my friends call me Fishy. :) No explanation..
     I love animals more than almost anything. They are so much easier to be around and get along with than people. So much less drama!! Because of my love of animals, after I graduate high school, I plan to attend UT Martin and get a degree in wildlife biology. I want to open my own wildlife sanctuary, and also do some wildlife photography. I have a heart for teens who come from broken homes, who get into trouble, and who are victims of domestic violence; so I am thinking about being a foster parent or something for kids like that. Or maybe I'll go to a foreign country and have my wildlife sanctuary there, so I can be a missionary also. God has a plan for me, and I'm not sure what it is yet, but I will do whatever he asks of me, for I am his child, and I am to obey my Father. :)
    
   This is long enough, so peace out, y'all!

Superhero essay

This is a short essay my friend and I had to write in class. We were learning about classification, so we had to make up something to classify and write a 5 paragraph essay about it in class. Me and my friend chose Superheros :D Hope you like it!

SUPERHEROS

    Superheros can be classified into three categories - those with capes, those with super strength, and the ones with unique abilities.

    All superheros have super strength to some extent, but some have more than others. The Hulk and Mr. Incredible are two examples of this amazing strength. Both superheros use their physical strength to save many lives from villians, natural disasters, and everday crises.

    The second category is superheros that wear capes. Most superheros who wear capes can fly, like superman and wonderwomen. Alas, our dear friend and hero, Batman, wears a cape, but cannot fly.

    The last and final caegory is superheros with unique abilities. Spiderman and Mr. Fantastic have super powers like no other. Spiderman can shoot spider webs from his wrists, climb up walls, and swing from building to building by his webs. Mr. Fantastic can stretch farther than imaginable, and flatten his body as thin as paper.

    All superheros have notable qualities that can be classifed into three categories - the ones with capes, the ones with super strength, and the ones with unique abilities.

by the way, we got a 10/10 on it :)

Falling Waters by Frank Lloyd Wright

Back in November, my English teacher had the class look at the picture below (called Falling Waters by Frank Lloyd Wright who built this building and took the picture) and write an essay on it in class. We had to use all five senses in the essay. Below is mine. My teacher gave me a 20/20 :)

       In Pennsylvania, lies the house "Falling Waters" built by architecht Frank Lloyd Wright. The rooms of the house are small, with low ceilings, giving it a cave like feel. The walls are made of stone, the fireplace from boulders taken from the area outside. A small stream with waterfalls flow through the house, and back out again. The sound of trickling water echoes through the house. All these things makes the house seem natural and help it blend in with it's surroundings.

      Walk outside and smell the trees and dirt, the forestry smell of the crisp air, lightly blowing the leaves of the tree, back and forth. The smell of the pines, oaks, maple, hickorys, are all wonderful treats to the nose.

      The sight of the small waterfalls trickling over rocks is beautiful. A squrriel runs down a tree and grabs an acorn, tearing it open and eats it, before running back up the tree.

      The water is icy to the touch, as it runs over the rocks. The rocks are smooth and worn down from many years of water running over them.

      The sound of the trickling water is music to the ears. Birds chirp all around in the trees, almost seems like a rain forest. At night, crickets chirp loudly, and owls hoot.

      The freshness and the cold of the water is like heaven to the tongue. The air carries the wonderful taste of the dirt and trees.

      The house "Falling Waters" by Frank Lloyd Wright is a beautiful place, built with natural resources, and has wonderful surroundings outside.

My 3 point thesis essay on ME!!!

In my english class, (back in October) everyone in my class had to write a three point thesis essay about themselves. So here's mine!!!!!


There are many things that make up my personality, but three of the most notable things include animals, photography, and adventure.

Ever since I was little, I’ve loved animals more than anything, cuddling any creature in site from horses to mice to grasshoppers. I have had pets ranging from spiders to mice, from guinea pigs to snakes from goats to ducks. I currently have eight pets who I love very much and wouldn’t know what to do without them. Because of my love for animals, later in life I want to open my own wildlife sanctuary for wolves, bears, big cats and other such animals.

Photography is something enjoyable for me that I can do anywhere. I like taking photos of just about anything, but mostly I love photographing animals, especially wildlife. I desire to travel to Alaska to photograph the wolves in their natural habitat, roaming freely along the snowy terrain. I plan to travel the globe as a professional wildlife photographer, involving my three favorite things: photography, animals, and adventure.

I absolutely adore adventure of any kind. I live near a lot of woods that my brothers, friends, and I love to explore. I have spent hours hiking through woods, trudging through ditches, and walking across cotton fields with the company of my friends, and the reward of an adventure. I look forward to the rest of my life, which will be filled with adventure. From skydiving to zip-lining through rainforests, from diving with sharks in the Pacific Ocean to glacier walking in New Zealand, these are just a few of the many adventurous things I will do in my lifetime.

While there are additional important things to me, my life and personality would not be complete without animals, photography, and adventure.




It's not great, but whatever. Now you know a little more about me!!
-Sarah

My summary on Annie Dillard's "The Chase"

I had to write a summary on the short story "The Chase" written by Annie Dillard for my English class, and since I haven't posted in 9 months, I thought i might as well post it on here. :) So here it is. Oh, by the way, it might not be that great, because I have never written a summary before this one, and I'm not that great at grammer, so there might

be a lot of mistakes. But, please enjoy nontheless :P

The Chase, written by Annie Dillard, is a story in first-person form, about the author and her friends throwing snowballs at passing cars. But one little mistake the author made, was throwing a snowball at a black Buick. The Buick pulled over, and out came a man who ran after the children. The man chased them for what seemed like an eternity. He chased them through hedges, down snowy steps, through every grubby backyard in Pittsburgh. He chased them up Lloyd Street and down Edgerton Avenue; block after block.

Eventually, the children grew tired and sluggish, and eventually the man caught them by their jackets. He caught his breath and, “You stupid kids,” was all he said. “Redundant, a mere formality, and beside the point.” was how Dillard described this “chewing out”. The author believes the point of the chase was that the man chased them passionately, without giving up. The man could have done many things to the children, cut of their heads, beat them, but no, just three simple words she never forgot.

K, well there you go

Poem

Here is a poem I wrote sometime in 2007 I think.. or was it 2006? I can't remember.. Anywho, check out the first chapter of my book in the post below this on.

My Winter Dream

In My Winter dream, I am a bright and beautiful Angel Snowman.

The Glitter on my wings shimmer in the bright night light from the winter
moon and stars.

The snow is like a big fluffy marshmallow shining in the moonlight.
I
fly high up into the cold night sky, over the tree’s, and over the mountain’s. I fly past the stars.

I look down at the ground and see children playing, laughing, and having fun. I smile a big snowman smile as I fly through the air. The children throw the marshmallow like snow at each other, hitting their red, green, and blue jackets.
I fly back to the ground and watch the children’s mom call them in, to sit by the warm fire and sip hot cocoa.

I fly back up into the air and fly over a frozen pond. Three ducks swim in a small hole cut in the ice.

An owl hoots in an evergreen tree nearby. In the same tree, a squirrel snacks on acorns that had been stored up just for this time of year.

I keep flying just above the trees looking at all the pretty winter things going on in the neighborhood.

I see in the distance the sun coming up over the mountains. Morning. It’s time for me to go back home.

I fly back to the spot I started out at. As soon as I go back to my position, Jimmy (the little boy that built me) comes out to make sure I haven’t melted.

Happy that I’m not melted, Jimmy smiles and goes to get his sled from the garage. I watch him go to the big hill that is behind me.

I watch as he sleds down the hill. Then I hear a voice calling my name. “Sarah. Sarah, wake-up.”

I open my eyes to see my mom leaning over my bed. I look around, and look at my hands. I’m not a snowman anymore. I’m Sarah. It was all a dream. It was all a Winter Dream.

My Winter Dream.

Chapter 1

Here is the first chapter of the book I'm writing. Please tell me your honest opinion on comments. Thanx. Hope you like it! Oh, and sorry it's so squished togther, and you can't really tell where the paragraphs are. I tried fixing it twice, but blogger isn't liking me right now, so it won't let me :(

So sorry!!!

Chapter 1

"Ahh!" with all my might I screamed, but it was of no use: barely a whisper came out. I was falling, and falling, and falling. I couldn't see anything, and I didn't know where I was or what was happening. The only thing I did know was that I was falling. Declining. Descending. Plummeting to earth or wherever this endlessblackness led to.

It seemed as though I had been falling for an eternity, when unexpectedly, I saw a tiny gray dot below me. The gray dot quickly grew bigger as I continued to fall. Faster than a speeding bullet, quicker than superman himself, what used to be a tiny gray dot, now covered most of the darkness. That's when I realized I was about to 'splat!' become part of a concrete something.

As unreasonable as it is, I screamed, but once again it came out in only a whisper. I tightly closed my eyes and put my hands over my head to 'protect' myself, although I knew it was of no use. Everything turned to slow motion as I inched closer to my doom. "Simon…" I looked up into the darkness. I could have sworn (to be honest, I did swear) I heard someone far-off whispering my name. "Simon…" There it was again! I was, save a couple of feet from my fate, when my name was heard a third time - but louder, clearer, and a bit sharper. The gray concrete faded away, everything returned to darkness, and I stopped falling. "Simon Burgess, wake up this instant!" My eyes snapped open, and I jumped up so quickly; both me, and my desk toppled over; along with my books, pencils, and paper.

Immediately, everyone in my English class burst out laughing at the sight I made. With much haste, I tried to get up, only to trip over my own shoe and fall down again. The room of 10th graders laughed so hard, I thought the saying, and 'I died laughing' would come true. That's when I noticed the quiet new girl - Alexis, I think - wasn't laughing. Alexis rose from her desk behind mine, and came to where I was lying. "Need help getting up?" She quietly asked me, while holding out a friendly hand.

"No thanks," I replied glumly. "I'm better off down here." Alexis didn't budge. Nor did she blink. A determined expression was nailed to her attractive face, as she continuously held out her hand. I sighed heavily; and as the laughing died down, I ruefully grasped the girl's hand. I silently picked up my desk and books - with Alexis' help - ignoring the snickers from my classmates.

I slouched back in my desk, and pretended to be studying my pencil that needed severe medical attention. Alexis stood next to my desk - her head tilted to one side; observing me closely. Slowly, I turned my head to look at her, giving her a questioning glance. Alexis briefly smiled, and then returned to her desk. I lifted my shoulders in a slight shrug and continued studying my cracked and dented pencil. My English teacher - Mrs. Woodberry - continued blabbing on and on about some famous author that I'd never heard of. I think his name was Mark Train, or something like that… But I wasn't listening. In fact, I was so caught up in not listening to her teaching; I almost missed the loud, continuous bell, announcing that school was over. As quick as I could, I gathered my books, and rushed out the classroom before Mrs.Woodberry could give out any homework assignments for the weekend.

I was half way out the door, when I heard Mrs. Woodberry call me back into the classroom. Everyone but me, stampeded out of the room, impatient to get home to start their exciting weekend of camping, hiking, or biking; and for the lazy couch potatoes; catching up on sleep, watching TV, and playing computer and video games. I was planning on spending my weekend camping with my friends Matt and Ethan, but knowing Mrs. Woodberry, I had a feeling my plans were about to be crushed by a worthless homework assignment.

Looking down at the floor, I dragged my feet on the way back to Mrs. Woodberry's desk. I sighed heavily as I thought of all the fun Matt and Ethan were going to have without me. "Simon," Mrs. Woodberry brought me back to reality. "That's the third time this semester you've fallen asleep in my class." The middle-aged woman paused as if waiting for a reply. When none came, she continued, "Have you been getting enough sleep?"

Looking the English teacher in the eye, I searched for a hint of concern. Finding none, I replied, "I, uh… I stayed up late last night finishing that book report that was due two weeks ago." Mrs. Woodberry raised an eyebrow - not believing me. I simply smiled at her.

"Oh really?" She crossed her arms as I nodded. "Well Simon, did you happen to bring this book report?" My smile faded away.

"Um… actually, I'm… uh… going to… get the author of the book to sign my report! So… I can't hand it in yet." I smiled as innocently as I could, but I could tell it didn't work.

"The author's signature?" Mrs. Woodberry gave a little laugh." Is that the best you can do? Do you even know the authors name?"

"Mark Train, right?"

"Twain! Mark TWAIN! Ugh! Simon, I don't teach you English for nothing. You're supposed to learn!" I took my left hand out of my jacket pocket and started chewing one of my fingernails. Mrs. Woodberry sighed, and more calmly said, "Simon, look at me." I stopped chewing my fingernail, and looked at my teacher - my head tilted to one side. "I'm going to give you a new writing assignment, Simon. Forget about the book report." I raised a questioning eyebrow. Mrs. Woodberry continued, "You seem like the adventurous type. I want you to write a three or more page paper about some adventure that you've gone on. It can be real, or fiction."

"What?" I asked with a little laugh. "Why?"

"It seems like the only kind of writing assignment you'd actually turn in. Now I thi-" Mrs. Woodberry was interrupted when my iphone made a buzzing sound. I reached into my pants pocket, and read the text message from my older brother Nick:

Im in the skool 'lot. Wats takin u so long?

I quickly text him back that my teacher was talking to me. Mrs. Woodberry cleared her throat, "If you are finished," I looked up from my phone - I had already forgotten that she had been talking to me. I slipped my phone into my jacket pocket, and looked at Mrs. Woodberry, waiting for her to continue. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again and sighed. Then she spoke, "You may go now, Simon." I smiled, and quickly jumped out of my chair - tripping over the chairs leg.

"Thanks Mrs. Woodberry!" I said as I hastily got up from the floor, and ran out of the classroom.

"Your writing assignment is due Monday morning!" Mrs. Woodberry yelled after me. "He didn't hear me…" She sighed, shaking her head.

I almost ran over the janitor, as I galloped down the school hallway, texting Nick on my phone. Trying to miss the janitor, I sidestepped, right into a bucket of dirty mop water! And, for the third time that day, I tripped. The next thing I knew, I was sprawled across the floor - drenched in dirty mop water. "Dang it!" I shouted in frustration. "Why does everything bad happen to me!?" The stunned, wide-eyed, janitor watched me - mouth open - as I grabbed my wet, ruined iphone from the wet floor; and attempted to stand up. I guess I got up too quickly, for I slipped on the slick, wet floor; and fell back down. Irritated, I cursed and slowly stood up again. I growled in frustration, when I realized my iphone was ruined. The janitor muttered something angrily, and started to re-mop the floor. The whole way down the hallway, out the door, and to my brothers truck; I mumbled to myself about all the bad things that had happened to me that day.

"Well it took you long enou-" Nick paused in mid-sentence, dropping his ipod, he stared at me. Then he started laughing! How could he be laughing when I've had such a horrible day!? I stood there in disbelief, holding the truck door open; covered from head to toe in dirty water. Still laughing, Nick asked, "What happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." I started to get in the truck passenger seat.

"Oh no. You're all wet! Get in the back." Nick pointed his thumb to the bed of the truck.

"What!?" Nick, it's January, I'm wet, and its forty-three degrees outside! I am not going to ride in the bed of your truck!"

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

As soon as Nick had parked his truck in our driveway, I jumped out from the bed of the truck. Shivering, I opened the front door, and went into the house. "Is that you, Simon?" My mom called from the laundry room.

"Uh, yeah mom!" I took off my wet shoes and set them on the rug by the door. Mom came out from the laundry room, folding a t-shirt.

"Oh good, could you help me with-" Mom stopped folding the t-shirt, and looked me over. "What… happened Simon? Why are you all wet?"

"Long story, and I don't feel like telling it right now," I started for the stairs. "I've had a bad day, and I just want to get in some dry clothes and go camping with Matt and Ethan."

"Um… OK. Oh, wait. Ethan called, he wanted to talk to you about camping."

"Let me guess: he wants to finish off my bad day with canceling the camping trip?"

"Actually… no. He said that his uncle let him borrow his tent for six, so you boys will have twice the room."

"Are you serious?" I asked with a big grin. I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I shouted, "Yes!" and ran up the rest of the stairs and into my room - dripping water the whole way.

Will I finish this one?

A few nights ago, I grabbed a pencil and notebook, and started writing a book! I mostly got what I want the book to be about, and I have an idea for the ending, so I think (or I hope) I will finish this one. I already have a little over 3 written pages. When I get the first chapter, I'll post it on here. I'll post a chapter at a time on this blog.

When I post it, please, honestly tell me what you think, and if there is anything I need to change, don't be afraid to tell me. I will probably write some more tonight in bed, but I don't know, cause I have church tomorrow, and it's already 11:19pm; so yeah. :)

Sorry for the lack of posting on this blog, but I'll hopefully post soon!

~Sarah

Makeover

What do you think about my blog makeover?

-Sarah

My Greatest Adventure - poem

This is a poem I wrote last night at 11 something (pm). It's about the greatest adventure I want to go on. Every bit of it is true. It is really what I want to do. And I WILL succeed.

My Greatest Adventure

The greatest adventure I'll ever do,
Along with me will only be two.

My trusty endurance Horse,
And God with me of course.

From one beach to the other,
The United States I will cover.

Not on foot, not in a sack,
But only upon a Horses back.

The youngest I will be,
To do this you will see.

If you don't believe me,
Just wait and you will surely see.

In the Guinness World Record Book,
I'll be in there, just you look!


Written by: Sarah ******
Age: 13
Date Written: 6/26/08

Why I Love My Mommy

Why I l♥ve my mommy

I love my mommy a lot. She Loves me too.
I love my mommy because...

My mommy does the cooking
While I do the licking.

My mommy teaches me school
For I think it's cool.

My mommy put's me to bed each night
Oh boy! I think it's quit a site!

When I get a boo-boo. She's there to help
If the cut is deep, I will give a big yelp.

My mommy feed's me,
As if I were a queen bee!

My mommy is a good person cause she does no cursin'
For I would NEVER ever trade her fo any other person.


Written by: Sarah Nonyabiz
Age: 10
Date: 1/9/05


That is a poem I wrote three years ago when I was ten. I wrote it for my mommy. Can ya tell?

Short Stories

Ok. So this blog is sitting her rotting away.

BUT, on my Utah trip, I started a short story about a Mustang herd, and when I finish it, I will put it on here, along with more stories which I will write. So this blog is not going to be my BOOK blog, but my SHORT STORY blog. :)

Tell me what ya think!

-Sarah

Shall I delete This?

OK, as you probably figured...I don't exactly post on this blog, and I'm not exactly writing a book at the moment, but I plan to start one soon. So, I was thinking, should I delete this blog? Well, before I even wrote that sentence, I was thinking, if I'm about to write a book, then why delete it? I might post some of the book on here, idk.

See, I'm not so good at coming up with ideas for stories/books, but I can mostly write in the details. But my cousin Holly (not her real name, but that's what I'm gonna call her) is the oppisite. She can come up with ideas, but can't make them into a book. So I already have one idea I mostly came up with myself. So I'm gonna make that into a book. Then Holly will give me more ideas, and I'll write them into more books! :)

So be prepared for more posts on this blog!

-Sarah