Santa Claus Is Coming To Make Me Frown

Ah,winter memories of me and my mom singing "Winter Wonderland" through Walmart parking lots.  Yet, no memories of  singing "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town".  Why not?  Because he "sees you when you're sleeping".  Normally, we call that a stalker, but in December, people insist on calling him a "Santa".

As we become older, we become wiser.  When I was little, I loved that song.  Now, I realize it is an awful song.  I don't know how I wasn't creeped out when I was young!  Oh, and you're not supposed to stay up to watch him come down the chimney, cause he'll get mad.  Not suspicious AT ALL!  So, not only does he creep into your house at midnight, but he doesn't want you seeing him.  Wow.

I get it, it's a song about Christmas and it is meant to be cheery, but it should have better lyrics.  "He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good"  So be bad so he doesn't break into your house!

I got holes in my socks

And my feet are cold

And my shoes are worn out

Cause they are old

I guess I walk too much

And talk too little

And I'm not 5'1 or 5'2

I'm stuck in the middle

I'm really short,

Short as an elf

Got to climb on the counter

To reach that shelf

I'm small,

But I'm not a toy

I'm fragile,

So don't mess with me boy

Don't mess with my heart

Cause it'll break

I'm not sure how much more

It can take

Fahrenheit 451 Journal

"No one has time anymore for anyone else." pg 23

This line is important because it shows how much their world has changed.  Everyone is so caught up in their own lives that they don't even have time for an actual conversation with someone anyone.  Everyone lives in their own world and they don't want to be bothered by anyone else.

Pony Express

Me being an orphan boy, I never expected to be important.  I wasn't anything special.  I was short and skinny (Lass).  I had no muscle, no bulk.  I was nineteen, but most people mistook me to be younger (Lass). But I guess I was hired because of those things.  

I was chosen to be one of the two hundred riders, but Mr. Russell, Mr.Majors, and Mr.Waddell gave me more than a job (letter) (Lass) . They gave me a place where I belonged.  Sure, the weather could be bad at times, but, I still loved it.  There was no greater joy than racing my bronco along the trail with nothing in sight but nature and no purpose in mind than the delivery.  Switchin’ horses every fifteen miles at a new station created a rhythm that became the background beat to the song of my life (Encyclopedia).

I guess I really was good at riding 'cause I set the record for the fastest delivery.  Seven days, seventeen hours (Lass) .  I had shaved five days off of our average delivery rate of twelve days (Lass).  Yep, I was pretty proud.  It gave me a name, a title.  I finally had something to brag about to the other boys.  

Everything was perfect.  My life finally had meaning.  I had a purpose.  And then, the telegraph came and destroyed everything (Lass).  I had only been hired eighteen months ago, and already, I was out of a job (Lass).  We were told to pack up and go home.  The company had been shut down.  Before I left, I grabbed a sheet of the thin stationary off the counter of the station (Lass).  Just something to remember the Pony Express.

Works Cited

Encyclopedia, The Columbia Electronic. Fact Monster. n.d. 28 February 2013.

Lass, William E. Encyclopedia of the Great Plains. n.d. 28 February 2013.

letter, San Fransisco News. The Virtual Museum of the City of San Fransisco. n.d. 28 February 2013.

Most Embarrassing Moment In My Life!!!

Even though I'm quiet, I 'm a really confident person.  I don't get embarrassed a lot.  But there was one time, this year, where I was truly embarrassed.

It all started in gym...with a scooter. We were playing some weird basketball type game where we had to sit on the scooter and try to throw doge balls in a bucket.  I scooted forward and my weight shifted.  I put my hand on the floor to regain my balance, but my scooter was still moving.  It rolled over my thumb and immediately I felt a sharp pain. My thumb had been cut on one of the metal pieces that attached the wheel to the scooter.  

I raced across the gym to Mr.Schulz but by the time I got there, already there was blood dripping over the side of my thumb. (I'm not exaggerating.)  He put a band-aid on my thumb and I sat down.  I have this stupid hereditary thing called "trauma induced fainting,"  In other words, I see a lot of blood, or go through a lot of pain, and I pass out.  I couldn't control it when I was little, but by now, I had gotten a hold of it. Enough, at least that I didn't go unconscious.  I still got light headed and really pale though.  Mr.Schultz wanted me to go to the nurse, but I told him I couldn't walk, I was too light headed.  So he sent for the nurse and she brought a wheelchair.  Great, I thought.  I look like a big cry baby in a wheelchair when all I did was cut my thumb.

Anyway,she wheeled me down the hallway and to the elevator.  She was about to push the elevator button when she remembered that she had to get something from her mailbox.  With the teachers lounge being right across the hallway, she left me in the hallway after saying she'll be right back.  I'm praying no one will see me when, who, but the principal himself walked into the hallway.  Me still as white as a ghost, he asked if I was okay, but before I could answer, the nurse finally came out.  She took me up to the second floor and I attempted at casually saying hi to my friends in the hallway.  Because, you know I'm always super pale and in a wheelchair, no big deal, nothin new.

After she cleaned my cut, I rested in the nurses office with an ice pack on my thumb and regained my color.  She finally let me go back to class.  I was no longer light headed, but my thumb was throbbing and every time I tried to grab something with my right hand, all the blood rushed to my thumb and it felt like rubbing hand sanitizer on an open wound and then setting fire under your skin.(Okay, little bit of an exaggeration there.) 

 Disabled, I went to math and after attempting several times to peel my clementine one-handed, I succumbed and asked my friend to peel it for me.  I got through the day, but had to retell everything to my mom when I  got home.

So I guess it was more of a day than a moment, but it really was extremely embarrassing.