October 15, 2008 • 2 Comments
My family and I were exploring the concrete jungles that is Vegas when we see this tiny little rollercoaster at a casino/hotel. “Let’s try this ride, it will be fun,” said my dad as he gazed upon the rollercoaster, the light bulb of Vegas making it shine. “Yeah!” Screamed my younger sister at the top of her lungs. The noise was ear shattering, especially if you were right next to her, I would rather have someone scratch a chalkboard next to my ear than listen to hear my sister scream that loud. We then payed for the over priced tickets and got into the line. “This ride is teeny weenie,” I whispered into my little brother, he laughed hard. We finally got passed the gigantic ride and hopped on into the rollercoaster’s not so comfy seats. “This ride is going to be soooo weak!” I thought to myself as I smirked.
“Hey!” I called to me sister, “This ride is going-” I said before being jerked backwards as the ride shot forward like a space shuttle launching full speed. “Uhhhh,” I managed to say before the ride shot underground and my sister’s high pitched screaming filled the pitch black tunnel. We quickly shot up from the tunnels like a bullet from a gun, my sister’s screams becoming louder with each passing second. The ride gunned up a ramp so tall that made you feel like you were going full speed up the Eifel Tower. “Ugggghhh,” I managed to blurt again, thoughts filled with complete joy as I thought the ride was finally over.
As I finally broke into a smile, the ride sped down the ramp! My sister’s scream became twice as loud now and could easily be heard from across the world. We went back into the pitch black tunnels which made my sister’s screaming louder and finally out, the ride finally came to a stop. The ride was over.
I got out, half of me completely relieved that that crazy ride was over and the other half yearning for one more go at that daredevil ride. “How did you like that ride?” My dad said cheerfully, unshaken by the ride craziness. “Ugggghhhh,” I said dizzy, my body was full of adrenaline, but my brain was throbbing hard. As we left the casino/hotel I thought to myself cleverly, “Never judge a rollercoaster by its cover.”
October 2, 2008 • 1 Comment
Imagine a place where you always felt happy, a place where you could relax and not worry. At my old school I had a little walkway, no one usually came there so I had the place to my self. I felt as if the world couldn’t touch me on that path. I felt as if I had no problems at all, I was miles away from the stress of the world. I loved walking down that small concrete path, the sugary scent of the row of exotic flowers to my left that sent me to a completely different world, and when I heard the screams of delight from the preschoolers having a lot of fun to my right, I felt extremely light, as if gravity had given up on me!
No matter how many times I would walk down that forsaken path, I always felt good. I never felt as if the path was boring, it was my quiet time, where I became one withe the world. Where I could think about how life is going for me, how to solve personal problems, it was a home away from home. I remember a month before the end of the school year last year, my mom and I where chatting a little about stuff. When she told me we were going to a different school.
As soon as she said that my blood turned to ice. I was going to scream at her, but instead I left and later screamed to the heavens with a scream that could make a wolf whimperlike a puppy. I felt furious at first, but soon my anger had given up on me and left, leaving me shattered emotionally and depressed. My friends, my favorite school, my pathway all gone. That pathway was like a home away from home to me, now leaving it I felt I have left something important behind, something I desperately need to get back. To this day I miss that walkway I miss the flowers, the preschoolers, the feeling I had when walking down that path. Now when I think of school, I think about that small pathway, forgotten by the world. I love that pathway even more now because I now understand that the path is a symbol of loneliness, away from its home only to be joined in with a foreign place and that is exactly how I feel.
September 20, 2008 • 5 Comments
The Note by Jaspal Pahal
At my old school North Hills, I had two really good friends named Eliza and Andrew. These two helped me with just about everything, they helped me with school quizzes and homework, talked me through problems at home, and even helped me out when I was harshly bullied just because I was a little short. During the day before the last day of school and my last year before I go to Benicia Middle School, I was pumped. We were going to Discovery Kingdom (theme park in Vallejo)! As the teacher was explaining what not to do, Eliza walked up to me. At first I thought she just wanted to say hi, but instead she gave me a heartwarming smile and gave me a note. After she left I opened it up and read it. The note talked about how she was going to miss me and a couple of other things, but this note to me was special, it was a note from a great friend who would truly miss me. Now every time I see that very note, I feel so depressed that I sometimes I even cry. I cry for one of the only friends I have ever had who truly cared for me. I sometimes wish when I see that note that I could rewind time and spend those last few moments with the greatest friend I have ever had.
September 20, 2008 • 1 Comment
Don’t Judge a Rollercoaster by Its Cover!
My family and I were exploring the concrete jungle of Vegas. We saw this tiny little rollercoaster at a casino/hotel. We decided to try this small ride. As we were in line, I was joking with my brother about how wimpy this teeny weenie ride was going to be. As we hopped on into the rollercoaster’s not so comfy seat and was waiting for the ride to start, I was still smirking and thinking how weak and kiddy the ride was going to be. When suddenly, the ride shoots forward like a space shuttle launching full speed. As I recovered from that surprise, the ride shot underground and it became pitch-black, but the quickly shot up like a bullet from a gun. Then the ride went up a ramp that made you feel like you were going up the Eifel Tower. Just as I thought the ride was over, the ride went really fast, backwards! I went back down to that pithch-black tunnel, witch was pretty cool. When the ride was finally over, I got out half relieved and half wanting more. As I walked away from the ride my body felt as if it was still on that rocket of a ride.
