Thursday, January 31, 2013

Basically, Micaille rocks... at helping write papers

Alright so today I had a paper due. I tried to write for a couple of days and I was not liking it anything I was writing. I expressed my problem to my roommate and she gave me the best idea. She wrote this great piece for her English class. I copied her format and wrote this:
* its super long, but I am pretty happy of how it turned out..

On Top of My Own World
The whole second grade was going on a field trip to some new park in Pleasant Grove. As we pulled up to our destination, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the best thing a second grader ever saw. The huge park amazed me. I couldn't get off the bus fast enough; I needed to play on that park. I ran through the wooden tunnels, dangled on the endless monkey bars, and found my way to the rocket ship. At the top of the rocket ship, my eyes found the never ending series of swings. Every corner I turned, I discovered a new contraption. I never wanted to leave because there was always something new around each corner. When I returned to my house in Spanish Fork, I couldn't stop talking about the park. I begged my mom to take me back.
I chased my brother through the empty fields, trying to tag him. I felt so free—I could run forever. I found myself on top of the huge dirt mounds scattered across the fields. I felt as if I were on top of the world.
            I ran around my house panicked. I pulled open drawers frantically picking up its contents and tossing it back down hoping to come across a flashlight. After running through my house several times in about two minutes, it was nowhere to be found. I grabbed a rag and ran back down my driveway with Ave.  
            “We’re thinking about moving,” my parents told us one night at dinner. “It won’t be for a while, but we just wanted to let you guys know.”  How long is a while? I thought. I liked where I lived, my friends, my school, and my big back yard. I wanted that little while to last an eternity.

I knew the view was going to be amazing before I even started the hike because I had hiked it several times before, but this time was different. I was on a date. Once at the bottom of a waterfall, we sat and watched the water fall off the cliff into the stream leading down the slope. We leaned in closer to feel the mist on our burning faces.  We ate cherries and peas from the farmers market and studied the other hikers admiring the waterfall.  I was calm. I was relaxed. I was happy.
My family took quick rides up to our house lot to see the progress on the new house.  While my parents walked around our property, my siblings and I ran to the fields. We loved the endless possibilities of our imagination. We were Indians, we were cowboys, we were pirates, and we were robbers. We would run, feeling the soft dirt break underneath our feet. We were unrestricted, we could do anything, and no one could stop us.
I ran down my driveway screaming, “Spencer, Spencer, are you ok?”  With no reply from the motionless body on the driveway, I got scared. The nighttime made it hard to see how bad the damage was. I lifted his head, and a puddle of blood had spread across the cement.
I came home from school one day and saw the for sale sign in my yard. I cried. I still wasn’t sold on moving. I wanted to live in Spanish Fork forever. My parents piled my family in our car and drove us once again to the new house. But this time, I saw it. The park, I begged my mom to take me 2 years back. The park that brought so much joy to me, I saw it, and there it was right in my soon to be neighborhood.
Shortly after my move to Pleasant Grove, the fields I loved so much, where horses once roamed and deer once fed, turned into pavement. As unwelcoming as changing my old play ground into a new neighborhood seemed, some of my best friends ended up moving into those houses.
As we were taking in the beauty of the mountains around us, people were descending down the waterfall. My date went over and talked to the man who had just finished his ascent. The man said we could try it if we wanted to. My date jumped at the opportunity, but I was slow to take up the man’s offer.
I was nervous, terrified and strangely excited. “This is Kimberly, She is going to be the new student in our class,” my new teacher announced. I stood there trying to avoid eye contact with all 27 students staring at me. I was shown where my desk was and told to sit down. All day, my short, old teacher was ordering students to show me this and to tell me how to do that. It was too much.
Spencer had bleeding in his brain. He was to be life flighted. I couldn’t handle it. I broke. I was trying to stay strong for the rest of my friends, but I just couldn’t do it. I had never felt so weak; my body couldn’t hold itself up. I collapsed in a cold hard chair. I felt responsible for his injury.
I put on the harness and tightened it as much as I could. I watched my date start his repel. Shortly, he was out of my sight, but I heard his yell of pure joy when he reached the bottom. Now, it was my turn. I was shaking. The guide showed me how to maneuver the rope to make it down the cliff safely. My mind was racing. I was terrified. Heights and I are not friends.  I wanted to throw up. What was I doing? I really didn’t have too, but I had too. I had to push myself. I stared at the guide as I took my first step off the cliff. I was shaking. I couldn’t keep the rope steady. Just as I was about to take my next step, the guide said “You know, you really don’t have to do this.” I replied, “Yes! Yes I do!” as I took my second step off the cliff. Soon, I was totally off the top of the cliff. I used the cliff as a crutch to continue my descent. Soon, I made it to the bottom. My eyes filled up with tears. I did it! I conquered a fear. In that moment I was proud.
It took a few weeks and many unsatisfied recesses to find some real friends. Part of the problem was me. I was trying to fit in with friends that weren’t like me. I wanted to be their friend because they were the cool kids. I found my niche. I found friends with whom I could totally be me and who liked me who I was. I found my place in my new school.
Spencer’s condition grew worse. He lost all functions of his body. I had to rely on so many people to keep me going. I still felt responsible for what happened. Everyone around could sense my discouragement. I received many letters, hugs and pep talks to keep me going. After many prayers and pleas, Spencer made a full recovery. He was back to himself. If it wasn’t for his short-lived change, my views in the place I lived wouldn’t have. My place was full of people with compassion, strength and support.
            I consider Pleasant Grove my place because it changed who I was. It made me better.  Many joyful and hard experiences have happened there. It is a place I go to all the time. I go there in my mind when I reminisce on my experiences and I go there in person, to visit my family and friends. Pleasant grove is my place and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

A HUGE shout out to Micaille  for staying up till  Midnight last night helping me edit!

Monday, January 28, 2013

My weekend consist of a band, with a very attractive drummer

This weekend my roommates and I went to Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband, because well, we didn't have any other plans and it was free (thank you Logan institute).I had a lot of fun. The best part, the Drummer! 

Seriously, take a good look.I shook his hand, that's as far as our relationship, but I am okay with that. Mainly because he is short.

After, I was not in the mood to sit in my apartment so I piled Micaille and Lorelle in my car and we drove to a random parking lot and took these lovely gems!!!!!

Then, there is Saturday. 
Saturday morning, I did absolutely nothing and it felt great! 
Micialle and I went to the basketball game that night.
it was crazy!!! My throat hurt so bad after!!!!
Then we then went to a scone party. 
We ended up singing songs along with some kid who was really good at the guitar. 
It was great fun!!
Yelp!!! that pretty much sums up my weekend!

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Christmas Break

Since my break started over a month ago and ended 2 weeks ago, I thought I should tell you all what I did!

My break was great! Minus, the fact I was sick 90% of the time. Other than that it was just fantastic!
Some of my Highlights were:
Going to the Sing-a-long, then Temple Square

 Sledding, with Tika, Mikaela and Jacquleyn

I drove to the Airport a few times
Kaydie and I  took some pictures while, we were waiting to pick Sierra up

Went and had some cupcakes

Skyped  with Tanner. 57 days!!! 

Had a very festive New years eve!!! 
It included games and eating grapes under the table. 

To end my break off well, I went snowboarding

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

In 2012.....

happened so long ago I don't even remember what I did. I am sure I went to some basketball games, and pretty much probably did stupid college stuff.

I had stomach problems, went to the doctor, all was good (kind of).
I turned 19 and had a pretty rockin' Justin Bieber birthday cake.

I went to California with my family. and enjoyed a going to "Prom"

Missy and I stole a microwave as a Aprils Fools joke.

I stayed in Logan for the summer. Learned some lessons 

I was still logan, had a family reunion and got a car!
Celebrated Strawberry days

tough month for me
Celebrated the 4th of July in Oakley and was in the Parade

Spent a week at Glendale
Started my 4th semester in Logan!

I went to washington
My little sister turned 7. Had some prank wars, which ended in a goose in my kitchen and took some family pictures. and I met slender man

Still in school, Mel came to PG and met all my family. Then the next week we went to Carrie Underwood. I Also went on a chocolate syrup slip'n slide
Missionary age was changed. Now the option opened for me.

I was greatful for my dad,sister and brother coming up and visiting me.
Alexis opened her mission call, Went home for thanksgiving

Finished up school for the semester. Got good grades
Came home for the break did some fun stuff, while being sick for 90% of it.