I read the book Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks. Carly and Anna are sisters that live a privilege life down in Georgia. Attending one of the most private school, Hollyreemer and able to get any thing they want. Carly is the oldest of the two. She is different from her high classed family not wearing the regular expensive clothes instead the most unusual. Having different taste in things like music and not caring if other people liked it or not. She also wants to be a great role model for Anna her younger sister and care for her as much as she can. Although Anna is being treated like the old sister not maturity wise but doing all the thing Carly should be doing before her. Carly gets back from summer camp spending all weeks in the woods doing stuff like hiking for hours, not caring what she was wearing or how she smelled and looked. She realizes that there is more than being pretty. Carly branches out becomes what she wants to be, different from everyone else not like the girls at her school. After they start school problems start occurring everywhere with Anna. Being caught looking at photos that are not allowed on the school's website, not being able to do a lesson in gym class that makes her end up with an F. Along with her new figure that make girls jealous because guys like her more and teachers who treat her worse than everyone else because how other people treat her with her new body. Carly becomes friends with a girl named, Vonselle and they become very close and she forgets about spending time with her Anna. Anna feels like she is being left out from her sister which makes her angry that Carly is not putting any effort to bond with her. The two slowly start to grow apart. While her parents are away for the weekend a party starts at their house. Everybody is drinking including Anna there is chaos everywhere. She yells at Anna for letting everybody while she is still drunk and makes her feel terrible. Anna runs away and the next day Carly looks all around the neighborhood and her ginormous house until she find her crying on the corner of the street. Carly's worriness makes her realize how much she still cares for her sister and only wanted to protect her. She never meant to hurt her either. They reunite because they know they will always love each other no matter what happens.
Part Two
I would recommend the book Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks. It tell of the bond of two sisters that for one is always trying to help the other out. I liked it because Carly and Anna live like royalty but it makes things just as hard for them. With their parents always trying to change them and make them be what they want them to be. Carly and Anna always help one another get through something or stand up for one another which is something that everyone should do for each other. This is a good book for older sisters. Even though your younger sibling might drive you insane to the point where you do want to be the older one anymore you should always look after the sibling and that is what Carly does. Anna's problems drive her to the point where she wants to quit the job of being the older sister and she drifts apart from her. Until Anna gets into a crazy situation that could put Carly in trouble with her. She has to help but she ends of saying some very hurtful things to Anna that makes her run away. When Carly can't find her she get extremely worried and realizes how much she actually cares for her and would never want her to leave. Also for younger sisters because all they want to be is like their older sister. Anna who only wants to be like Carly because she looks up to her and believes she is a good role model. When Carly meets a new friend that she spends more time than with Anna. It makes her feel like she doesn't want to hang out with her anymore. But, all Anna wants to do is spend time with her because she wants to be more like her. When Carly pushes her away and says how bad she is, it makes her feel like she'll never become like what Carly is and just from it coming out of her makes her feel even worse. It's only natural for the younger siblings to look up to the older one and wish to be just like them when they grow up. I liked this book also because no matter what, Carly and Anna always made up with each other which showed just how much they loved each other and wanted the best for one another.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Mexico
The plane touched down and I nearly jumped right out of my seat knowing that we were finally here. The blue skies soared over for miles with not one speck of white. Warm air greeted me while I happily wore a tank top and shorts. Lush, green grass was far away but it looked like a tropical rain forest from where I could see. I knew that my family's one week in Mexico would be a vacation that we'd never forget.
For spring brake of 2006 my family had decided we would finally go on vacation, out of the state. Back in Minnesota there were blankets of snow on the ground and the air was bitter, cold. Mexico was the perfect place to escape to.
After we had gotten our luggage and a car we hurried over to the hotel. It was giant. Two master bedrooms, a living room, and kitchen. The hotel also had giant pools that wrapped around everywhere. We stayed and relaxed there for two days but then headed out to go touring. We first went on little mo- peads and drove past the beaches. The waves crashed hard on to the the soft white sand it was unfortunately a stormy, windy day. When driving past houses Mexican people would stand out on their drive way and wave to us. We did the same. My favorite site seeing place was the old myan ruins. We got to go inside and all the rock made buildings which of course were mostly just walls and stumps. After I got one of my most favorite necklaces. It said my name in myan language, lettering, made of metal.
We spent our last day at a beach on another perfect sunny day. It was also the first time I had ever been in an ocean. The salt water burned my eyes a ton so I played in the sand mostly. The time came for us to leave. We got back on an airplane and flew to Minnesota. It was the exact same as I had left it a week ago, blankets of snow and bitter cold air. Our time in Mexico was short but it was a vacation that I would never forget.
For spring brake of 2006 my family had decided we would finally go on vacation, out of the state. Back in Minnesota there were blankets of snow on the ground and the air was bitter, cold. Mexico was the perfect place to escape to.
After we had gotten our luggage and a car we hurried over to the hotel. It was giant. Two master bedrooms, a living room, and kitchen. The hotel also had giant pools that wrapped around everywhere. We stayed and relaxed there for two days but then headed out to go touring. We first went on little mo- peads and drove past the beaches. The waves crashed hard on to the the soft white sand it was unfortunately a stormy, windy day. When driving past houses Mexican people would stand out on their drive way and wave to us. We did the same. My favorite site seeing place was the old myan ruins. We got to go inside and all the rock made buildings which of course were mostly just walls and stumps. After I got one of my most favorite necklaces. It said my name in myan language, lettering, made of metal.
We spent our last day at a beach on another perfect sunny day. It was also the first time I had ever been in an ocean. The salt water burned my eyes a ton so I played in the sand mostly. The time came for us to leave. We got back on an airplane and flew to Minnesota. It was the exact same as I had left it a week ago, blankets of snow and bitter cold air. Our time in Mexico was short but it was a vacation that I would never forget.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Memoir: My 1st Medal
The bus rolled down the bumpy road making me bounce up and down on my seat. My heart pounded hard in my chest as we went past another sign that said how far we were from our destination. I was starting to get used to this nerve wracking feeling, the way my stomach twisted into knots,breathing accelerate, I really hated it. My hands fidgeted with the polyester jersey that fell loosely around my waist. It was blue with red on both sides. On the front big and proud read, APOLLO, in white with blue out lining. This was my uniform for cross country.
I had started cross country in the summer of 2009 now it was September and the team was racing every week. On this day we had an invite to Rocori. For a seventh grader like me also called "new be" every race was a new one and you could expect anything. This wasn't why I was nervous it was the racing.
We arrived at their golf course too soon. I hobbled off the bus and sucked in a shaky deep breath. For the next hour I would be doing this. Like usual I walked the course with the other two girls that would be racing with me from my team. For some reason it seemed like I was the only one who was stressing over this race. Time went by fast and soon enough I was already heading to the starting line. My stomach felt hallow and everything around me was hectic. I hung my head low and starred at the ground for a moment to calm myself. I knew once the gun was shot all the nerves and butterflies would go away, it always worked that way. First the whistle blew and all the runners got into position. The five second wait for the shot felt like five hours...
And then it was over,I forgot about everything and just ran. It was like there was no one beside me in front or in back everything was tuned out. It didn't last long. Suddenly there were rows of cheering people their voices all sounded like a clump of noises, an alarm tuning me back in to the race. Having all the people around made me overwhelmed with nervousness, hoping I wouldn't embarrass myself. The path cut into a forest and all of the people vanished. I closed my eyes with relief.
In front were a few people that I could see, I made it my goal to get in head of them.
The trail in the forest ended and we were back on the soft green of the golf course. I started picking up my pace rapidly. Then a voice from up the hill boomed loudly. It was my coach. You couldn't miss him anywhere even if you wanted to. He shouted to me when I passed by that my place was 10th. The number went in and came out my ear. Right now place didn't matter because I was beginning to get the aching, pain feeling in my legs that made me want to stop. Stopping was just not an option, though. Cross country was all about endurance pushing hard through each mile and running each mile like you're running only one. Well, that's my method. So, I kept pushing and passed another and another and another until they were all far behind and the only thing in front was the finish line. I began to sprint hard my arms soared up and down reeling me in. I crossed finally, and let my body stop taking in huge breaths and letting it out with a huff. The race was over. I walked out of the chute feeling like always accomplished. The first goal for everyone was to finish the race, I had done that. My other coach caught me and said, great job you ran great! Thanks was all I said back. I strayed back and forth near the chute trying to calm myself, yet again, because I was scared to know my time. The other two girls finished and we all said to each other good job. No one knew anything about how they did. Our coach came to us right then. He told me I had gotten 7th place and that racers who placed 1-10 would get medals.
My eyes widened and my lips curved up. Cross country was my number one sport, the only sport I could play, it was the only thing I was really good at. A medal would be like a memento of how much I loved to run and that I could succeed in it too.
We arrived at their golf course too soon. I hobbled off the bus and sucked in a shaky deep breath. For the next hour I would be doing this. Like usual I walked the course with the other two girls that would be racing with me from my team. For some reason it seemed like I was the only one who was stressing over this race. Time went by fast and soon enough I was already heading to the starting line. My stomach felt hallow and everything around me was hectic. I hung my head low and starred at the ground for a moment to calm myself. I knew once the gun was shot all the nerves and butterflies would go away, it always worked that way. First the whistle blew and all the runners got into position. The five second wait for the shot felt like five hours...
And then it was over,I forgot about everything and just ran. It was like there was no one beside me in front or in back everything was tuned out. It didn't last long. Suddenly there were rows of cheering people their voices all sounded like a clump of noises, an alarm tuning me back in to the race. Having all the people around made me overwhelmed with nervousness, hoping I wouldn't embarrass myself. The path cut into a forest and all of the people vanished. I closed my eyes with relief.
In front were a few people that I could see, I made it my goal to get in head of them.
The trail in the forest ended and we were back on the soft green of the golf course. I started picking up my pace rapidly. Then a voice from up the hill boomed loudly. It was my coach. You couldn't miss him anywhere even if you wanted to. He shouted to me when I passed by that my place was 10th. The number went in and came out my ear. Right now place didn't matter because I was beginning to get the aching, pain feeling in my legs that made me want to stop. Stopping was just not an option, though. Cross country was all about endurance pushing hard through each mile and running each mile like you're running only one. Well, that's my method. So, I kept pushing and passed another and another and another until they were all far behind and the only thing in front was the finish line. I began to sprint hard my arms soared up and down reeling me in. I crossed finally, and let my body stop taking in huge breaths and letting it out with a huff. The race was over. I walked out of the chute feeling like always accomplished. The first goal for everyone was to finish the race, I had done that. My other coach caught me and said, great job you ran great! Thanks was all I said back. I strayed back and forth near the chute trying to calm myself, yet again, because I was scared to know my time. The other two girls finished and we all said to each other good job. No one knew anything about how they did. Our coach came to us right then. He told me I had gotten 7th place and that racers who placed 1-10 would get medals.
My eyes widened and my lips curved up. Cross country was my number one sport, the only sport I could play, it was the only thing I was really good at. A medal would be like a memento of how much I loved to run and that I could succeed in it too.
Friday, October 15, 2010
About Me(:
Hi I'm Makayla.
I have one sibiling which is my brother who goes to Westwood. My favorite classes are history and language arts. I love the season autumn. Running long distance is my favorite thing to do that's why I'm in cross country. I also run track in the spring and green is my favorite color. I hate technology(dealing with computers that won't work). That's a little bit about me.
I have one sibiling which is my brother who goes to Westwood. My favorite classes are history and language arts. I love the season autumn. Running long distance is my favorite thing to do that's why I'm in cross country. I also run track in the spring and green is my favorite color. I hate technology(dealing with computers that won't work). That's a little bit about me.
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