Since this is my last bog post for now, I'm going to talk about something different. My parents and sister went down to Orlando Florida to a national show choir competition. Our show choir has won three out of four competitions. Sadly they didn't take me with but I get to stay with my grandparents and the middle school music teacher.
Today after school, when the music teacher picked me up from school (he's a little bit of a prankster) he had me call my mom and say, "Mom, Mr. Remily isn't here." She actually believed me. Then I told her I was just kidding and she called us "brats".
Wednesday we went to "to save a life" with our youth group. Then Thursday we had a middle school show choir performance for the community. I'm not in the singer/dancers but I play the drums. Then when we were done with that we stopped over at Mr. Remily's house and got a bunch of movies. We get to watch them on my 62" plasma screen TV with surround sound. Then on Saturday we're going to Sloan Iowa for a middle school show choir competitions. We decided to take X-men one and two to watch on the bus. Then on Sunday my parents and sister will come home at around eleven o'clock.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Basketball
This story is a fictional story about basketball. This man wakes up from having a horrible dream about what happened that made him a legend. It goes on to tell you that the man was released from his NBA team and practically had nowhere to turn because his wife had left him when he told her. But he kept working and ended up doing something that would have never happened. Again this is a fictional story.
How.....
I woke with a jolt. A bead of sweat trickled down my face. I was dreaming about the day. The day that made my life happen. I had been cut from my team in the NBA. When I told my wife…. she left me. Ha, her loss. But that made me do 110% on everything I ever did or will do. It made me what I am today. It made me do what I did for my team. It got me all the trophies lined out on the shelf above my fireplace. It made me forgive and forget. It also made me give thanks to the people who love me for ME not for what I did. That day… that day was horrid. It made me look life in the eye and wonder what I could do with it. When she finally divorced me and stripped me of everything I owned, even my farmhouse. All she left me was the rim off the hoop. I worked every day and every night. I moved my way from the worst player in the NBA to the best player in history. I laid back down and forgot about my long lost child and divorced wife. One more thing I forgot to tell you, my name. Michael Jordan
How.....
I woke with a jolt. A bead of sweat trickled down my face. I was dreaming about the day. The day that made my life happen. I had been cut from my team in the NBA. When I told my wife…. she left me. Ha, her loss. But that made me do 110% on everything I ever did or will do. It made me what I am today. It made me do what I did for my team. It got me all the trophies lined out on the shelf above my fireplace. It made me forgive and forget. It also made me give thanks to the people who love me for ME not for what I did. That day… that day was horrid. It made me look life in the eye and wonder what I could do with it. When she finally divorced me and stripped me of everything I owned, even my farmhouse. All she left me was the rim off the hoop. I worked every day and every night. I moved my way from the worst player in the NBA to the best player in history. I laid back down and forgot about my long lost child and divorced wife. One more thing I forgot to tell you, my name. Michael Jordan
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