2008 albums

“Rowlett Creek water sample 1: Nitrate: 2 ppm, normal; Phosphate: 3 ppm, good; Dissolved oxygen: 5 ppm, slightly below normal...” My initial interest in water occurred when I started to swim ten years ago. I love the feeling being in water ever since I was little, but at that time, I could only swim in the pool, while my dad said that swimming in rivers was much more exciting when he was a child. I enjoyed swimming very much and wanted to go to the nearby river to swim, but my dad said no. “The

In this paragraph I will be telling you how Lewiston, Idaho is very important to Sal from Walk Two Moons. To start this out you need some background, Sal and her Grandparents went to Lewiston to see Sal’s missing mom. They eventually made it there, after a long car ride that had some occasional stoppings for some sights to see for Gram. But then ram all of a sudden felt sick and Gramps took her to the closest hospital. Next, they went to the hospital and Gramps refused to leave Gram their alone

Memoir Writing My location was Camp High Harbor at Lake Burton. It was about an hour until my incident would happen. If only I could go back in time and tell myself not to do this. We stepped onto the boat. No turning back. The boat started and out we went. Me and my friend Dawson were ready to have fun tubing. Unfortunately, we had to wait our turn. The minutes went past. We were sitting on the boat watching noobs fly off the tube. Finally, it was our turn. At this point I have been tubing for

I sat in the corner of the locker room, just looking, waiting, and most of all there was a lump in my stomach I couldn't seem to get rid of. This was the region 5 WAHA Kohlman Cup tryout room and there had to have been 30 others looking for my spot that I wanted on the team glaring at each other. There was a coach in the room that went by the name coach Buster and by the looks of it he was just as uncomfortable as all of us, sitting there and staring into the sea of players just waiting for the ice

Our hearts had just been ripped out of our chests. We had fought as hard as we could just to come up short on the last second touchdown. We continued on with our heads held high to shake hands with the opposing team because we knew we had fought as hard as we could. I was nearing the end of the line, when the I reached an opposing coach. Not expecting anyone to say anything, I heard a voice talking to me. I heard the man say to me, “Once you get some feet under you, you might be pretty good

In the fifth grade I had to do a partner project, immediately I looked at my best friend, excited to work with her. But then the teacher said those words that every student hates. “I’ll pick your partners.” Slowly the teacher listed off who was working with who, than she came to my name. The name she called for me to work with was a name than I hated, a girl I never got along with. She was the smartest girl in the class though, I knew that if I wanted a good grade I would work with her, even though

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Bark bark,” Robert hollered up the stairs, “bark bark bark bark.” Which I could only assume meant “Number Seven, it’s for you. It’s Hugo, and she sounds pissed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not motivated to go on another “adventure” after the last few times. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Hugo. Thirty minutes later, however, Hugo’s chrome

I was tumbling for my team at a meet in Dallas, Texas. I was on a hard floor and my coach told me to do the best I could do. So I went down the floor and it hurt really bad. It felt as stiff as a board and I didn’t want to try to go down it again. So I had to because my coach told me to push through. I went for it and as soon as my hands touch after the second flip I hear a pop in my arm but I kept on going down the floor. When I got through the pass, I my arm really hurt. Then right after

I do not have many memories from before my parents divorced. It happened when I was in the first or second grade. Most people would try to erase all of their memories about it but I had one that stuck with me through all that. That memory was Harley. Harley was a golden retriever. She was one of a kind. She was one of the only memories of my mom and dad together. She was the perfect dog for any type of person. She loved attention. So no matter who came through our door her tail was wagging and

Life is about dealing with obstacles and learning how to hurdle over them, but also learning from them. Obstacles that we have no choice but to encounter sporadically. Things thrown at us without any warning. I've faced many obstacles in my life, but who hasn't? We are all damaged, scarred, and bruised. We all have stories, some long, some much too short. My story starts here. My parents got divorced, I was being bullied at school by my “best friends”, and my brother was in and out of the hospital