Deep Creek (must read)

One of the moments I have stuck in my head was this past summer over 4^th of July weekend. Me and 7 other friends rented a house at Deep Creek Lake for 4 nights and with no parents, we just had the time of our lives. Our house was so secluded and about 80 yards away from the lake, with our own dock. It wasn’t a big house but with trees all around it and it being down a hill from the main road, it was our own private section of the lake.

The house we stayed in was a one floor, four-bedroom cottage-like house, with a kitchen and living area. It sat about 25 feet down from the road, it was probably a terrible driveway to deal with in winter. The slope just continued from the road down about another 80 years straight to the lake, with our own private dock. There was a spot to park two cars, and right outside the door was a picnic table, and this is where we spent a lot of our time. It was a real old style house, and I use the word, “style,” freely. It had carpets with designs, wooden walls, plain bedsheets, and just plain mattress comforters. Also just a plain wooden floor and basic household accessories. It wasn’t a house you would take your mom too for vacation, but it suited for us so well. It was very secluded from the road, and on the path to the lake there were huge trees, as well as big trees on either side of our house, it was very private. In the group of 8 of us, it was me plus 3 of my very close friends, and my friend’s older brother and 3 of his very close friends. That week, we all became very close.

This all leads up to the one part of this trip I remember vividly. It was probably around 12 in the morning the 2^nd day we were there, and about 6 of us were all sitting down on the dock, and on this big rock right next to it. There was a buzz from the boats and jetskis out in the water. Also the crash of the waves on the shore. It was a perfectly sunny day, maybe 70 degrees, but with the big trees on the shore we were still in the shade. It was almost a surreal feeling. No phones, just us and the lake. We didn’t have a care in the world, just hanging out, chit-chatting, cutting up, reminiscing, talking about the future, just having a great time. I remember I had my feet in the water, the water was maybe 55 degrees, kinda chilly, but it felt good on the warm day. I remember us waking up and slowly making our way down there, and we were maybe down there for 2-3 hours. We might have stayed there for the whole trip honestly if we didn’t have to eat.

That was one of the best times of my life. It is a trip I hope to make again with these close friends. Getting away from everything and going to a great place like that really is an awesome feeling.

Truth about Christmas

I found out the truth about Christmas when i was real young. I went to a christian school until 6th grade and all the kids there all knew a lot of things that young kids shouldnt know because their parents had taught them. So like i remember as early as around kindergarten the kids all thinking i was crazy to still believe in santa claus. It was one of those things that i always knew was probably was true, but i just wanted to be able to say i still believed. My parents always said, "Oh no sweetie he's real," but they kinda said this i think because i had a younger brother who definitely still believed so they didnt wanna spoil it. In reality though, once you get to about 7-8 years old, you start to notice little things that make you realize that Santa isnt real, scuh as similar wrapping paper as the presents from your parents, and also their handwriting on the tags.

I really wish that more kids believed in santa at a young age. I used to love believing in santa, and it was always one of those cool mystical things as a kid. I miss those days. I guess i dont really believe in anything anymore, except for like, my own dreams. But in reality that is all we really have.

the Love is not lost

My friend Jason’s mom makes the best cookies and cakes I have ever tasted. Like I understand it is not hard to make good cookies, but she took them to a new level. What kind of cookies you ask? Well she literally made all kinds. And she made the best cheesecake. When I won the state championship two years ago, she made me 3 cheesecakes, and I barely even let my family try them. They were that good.

Margie Kumpfmiller got cancer a few years back. For anyone who has never had to deal with cancer, it is a hard disease to have anyone close to you involved with. It really isn’t easy to put your finger on it, but its almost unreal. I mean like I was around it a lot with Jason and his siblings talking about it, but it got real over the summer. She was always so strong through it all. I didn’t even realize how much she really meant to me until she was really gone, and I think that’s why her death was so hard on me.

She is probably the strongest woman I ever saw like she really has been through a lot in her life from b  raising 3 kids to playing a helping hand in raising me, considering how much I was at her house. I remember back when we used to have to get rides to go places and she was the only aren’t who would let us listen to dirty music. We all love her because the way she was not afraid to treat us like adults, but at the same time she would always put us in our place if we needed it.

daily dosage for the pain

What is really going on anymore. Ha i think the fact that we're going to college soon has everyone going nuts. Even myself. It's like we are all so ready to leave and get away. It's like we dont know how to feel because we all wanna get close, but not too close becuase we know that we're leaving eachother before we even know it. I personally cannot make a college decision and it is getting difficult because i have a deadline for Robert Morris. This is one of the problems with trying to play athletics, is you have to give them an answer before a certain time so that you dont leave them stranded if you decide not to go there. I am still looking for somewhere to go its just like go time right now. And its tough because i have so much going on with basketball and christmas time that i have to make good use of my time.  I guess what happens remains to be seen

stacks on stacks on stacks

Today in creative writing Mr. Denk made us get into teams and stack some styromfoam cups. For this we got into teams of 6 and had one person stack, the one break it down, and just repeated this 2 more times. Our team was a beast, and we had to record time, i think it is actually a world record.

This cup stacking is very similar to way life goes. You keep getting built up only to get broken back down. When the cups are in their 3 formations, it signifies expectation, success, and happiness. But before you know it they are getting broken down into failure, tragedies, and anxiety. Like in life, it is just a recurring cycle. Other people affect results, like your team in this competition. You can only control your part of it, but you can be successful if you do your part. It makes everything better for the team, and you feel better doing it yourself. But one thing that you can realize from this activity is that you can still be successful and happy when the cups are broken down. After all, to win the game, the cups have to be in a broken down position, but at that point you have already one, symbolizing when you finally figure out how to handle the negatives in life and being happy anyway.

Happiness is a form of courage.