Week 16: 525,600 minutes...

Looking back on this year, I found that it was kind of hard to find anything worth remembering, which makes me believe that I wasted a lot of my 525,600 minutes. One good thing I can remember is having a lot of fun over the summer with friends and getting some cool stuff for my birthday. Also, I turned 16, finished Driver's Ed., and got a job. One thing I consider as a bad thing was returning to this school. This post is starting to remind me of the Roses and Thorns post from earlier this quarter. To make 2015 better, I'd try hanging out with friends more instead of just hiding out in my room all the time.

Week 15: Snow...

It would be nice if we even HAD snow. The coolest thing I've ever built (no pun intended) was a snow wall that I used in a snowball fight. But if I had unlimited snow and couldn't get cold, I would build some pretty awesome stuff. I would start by building a snow fort, then I would expand it into a life-sized snow castle, complete with an ice dragon and snow soldiers to defend it. Then I would make a bunch of snowballs to attack any invaders. I'd build castles for my friends, too, and make secret snow tunnels between them.

Week 14: Under the floorboards...

So if I stayed late after school one day talking with Ms. Hudson and found a mysterious trap door to an unknown, dusty, claustrophobic space, I would have to investigate. I would prop the door open with a stick or something to make sure it wouldn't close while I was in there. I would grab my trusty sword and a torch, and descend into the darkness. I think there might be a secret labyrinth of musty, lichen-covered tunnels down there. And who knows what could be in that maze? Maybe a secret chamber containing the lost ark of the covenant, or the tomb of King Arthur, or a secret cult of knowledge, or some other lost relics. If I managed to find anything of importance, I would bring it back to the surface to show everyone.

Week 13: You day parade...

If there was a parade in my honor and I got to design it, it would be the greatest parade in parade history. My parade would be three days long with feasts, celebrations, and tons of floats and balloons thrown in. I would hire the best marching bands and the best rock bands. I've never been good with large crowds, so I would just sit by and watch and not be the center of attention (I would probably have to go in disguise). I would invite all my family and friends, including the rest of the world too.

I wonder what my parade would celebrate?

Week 12: Roses and thorns...

Over the past week, there seems to have been more "thorns" than "roses". Waking up Monday morning was a huge thorn, along with the cold weather. The biggest thorn though was probably the first chess club meeting of the year. I was the only one that bothered to show up, so it was just kind of... awkward. I can think of a few roses though. Not having homework the entire week was one. Finishing up an art project was a pretty good rose, along with being able to spend the week with my best friends. I think my friends are the biggest "rose". I don't know what I'd do without them.

Week 11: Can you read my mind?...

To be able to read someone's mind would be the greatest advantage ever. If I spent twenty-four hours hitchhiking in someone else's mind, I could learn everything about them; their loves, their fears, and everything that makes them who they are. I could have complete control over them. But, sinister thoughts aside, I would choose to read the mind one of my best friends, though I can't decide which one. I think it would bring us closer; either that or it would tear us completely apart.... But that's a risk I would be willing to take.

Week 10: Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize...

If I ever became a ghost, I would be a friendly, but powerful ghost. I would occupy a suit of armour and travel the world vanquishing evil and striving to reveal the secrets of the afterlife with my unfathomable ghostly powers. Once I were finally done roaming the Earth and revealing secrets, I would come back to my hometown and haunt my old house, drawing pictures on the walls and whispering gibberish to the ghost hunters that would be trying to find me. Every now and then I would throw things, like car keys, just to have some fun.

Week 9: Your wish is my command...

So the lamp I ordered from Ebay arrived the other day, but it was really old and dingy. I polished it, but then a genie appeared and told me he would grant three wishes to my friends, family, or even my enemies, but not to me. At first I thought, "What kind of a genie are you?" But then I realized the potential, and my devious, evil genius half took over. First, I wished that all of the people I despised had the worst luck in the world. For my second wish, I wished that the rest of my family could be rich. With my third and final wish, I wished the genie free of his eternity of servitude.

Week 8: Home is where the heart is...

For me, home is right here in Illinois. The first few years of my life were spent in a little brick house out in the country that my great aunt and uncle built. I may have been little, but it's the place I love the most. A lot of happy memories are stored there, and some good times I will never forget. In fact, that is where I'm writing this post from. Almost everything here is exactly the way it was ten years ago. Even the outside is almost the same; the forest, the lake, the old gravel road. It's a serene, rustic beauty untouched by time. It's a place where I can escape my troubles and my soul can feel at home. And I hope it will stay that way for a long time to come.

Week 7: I found him!...No...wait...

What do you mean where is Waldo? You mean you LOST HIM!?!?! It took me forever to find him! Now you have to help me look for him again. Just kidding. He's probably out wandering the world, hiding out in the most unsuspecting places, hiding from the strange people that are always trying to track him down, and being an overall pain-in-the-butt to locate. Though, truth be told, I've never really tried to look for him. Being the all-time world champion of hide and seek, Waldo is just way too hard to find. So I believe that it would be energy and time better spent doing other, more productive, things. I'm serious. You've been staring at that book for hours. Go do something.

Week 6: Welcome to horror high...

I'm thinking of Loki in his high school or college years. Loki probably would have only had a few friends and they would have been just as crazy as he was. I also think that Loki (Before he turned evil.)would have been the leader of the chess club or something like that, because he was smart and was a great strategist. I think he may have turned evil in high school because he was made fun of because he was relatively weak and had strange powers. Loki was probably like one of the Gothic/Emo teenagers you see nowadays. I can also imagine Loki sitting in a corner of his dorm room plotting revenge on all the people who ever made fun of him.

Week 5: Teachers were teenagers too?!?!...

If I could go back in time and see any of my teachers in high school, I think it would be awesome. I believe some of the teachers would have been pretty cool and popular, except Mrs. Nauman; always cracking those lame jokes. I feel like Ms. Hudson would have been cool, maybe like a Gothic outcast. Both little Davis and big Davis probably would have been really popular because they were most likely star football players. Ms. Young probably still would have been a genius artist. I picture most of the other teachers as being pretty nerdy and possibly unpopular.

Week 4: The zombies are marching...

So Chicago and the surrounding area has been decimated by a zombie horde and the zombies are on the move, heading for my town. My survival plan would consist of fortifying my house, gathering supplies, and preparing my weapons for all-out war. I would gather my closest friends and family and try to ride out the storm and/or kill as many zombies as we could. Though, if worse comes to worse, I would make up an escape plan. My escape plan would be to pack up an armored SUV and flee to the countryside, where there would be fewer zombies and more readily available food sources.

Week 3: Your life in ink...

If I found my life story in a strange-looking used book store in Chicago, I would definitely read it, just to see how I turn out. But I would have some questions. First off: Why is my life story in a USED book store and who put it there in the first place? Secondly: Has anyone else read it? But anyway, I would read it because then I could see into the future to see all the awesome things I will do. I would read the few good parts first, then skip every chapter until I got past the present, because I know what happens until then. If anything bad or unlucky was going to happen, I could use the book to make sure that those events never come to pass. That book would be my ultimate cheat-sheet to make my life better. I would rewrite my own story to make sure it turns out the way I want it to.

Week 2: Myths about teenagers...

Oh boy, where do I start? There are a lot of myths about teenagers out there, but I think I'll start with one of the biggest ones. That would be the myth: "Teenagers are very irresponsible." Now I know we've all heard the stories about the troublemakers who get into fights, drop out of school, and just cause chaos in general. I want to start by saying that for at least 80% of teenagers, this couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure, I've seen some of my irresponsible peers, but for every one of them, there's at least a hundred more in the world that are the exact opposite. Most of us take school seriously and do everything we can to stay out of trouble. I'm not saying that I'm perfect either. I've had my fair share of irresponsible moments, like procrastinating and then forgetting to do yesterday's homework. So I will wrap this up by saying: "Myth busted!"

Week 1: Junior year so far...

So far, to be honest, Junior year has turned out better than I expected. I had a lot of fun catching up with some old friends and I even made a few new friends. I left this school for a few years, so it was interesting to see how much everyone had changed when I finally came back. The classes are fun and interesting and so are the teachers. I'm an artist, so my favorite class is advanced art. English 3 is turning out to be pretty fun too. I love to read and write, so I think English 3 is going to be my best class this year. The last few years seemed to fly by. Now it seems like the end of high school is right around the corner. I think this year will be one of the greatest, second only to senior year. I'm eager to see what the future holds, and who knows, maybe there's something amazing just around the corner.