Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Online Writing Exchange Reflection

            The 2017 online writing exchange was fun for me. My mentor taught me a lot about about writing. He taught me to look for unneeded details, and to keep details that help the reader envision the story. He also taught me to go into detail for parts that people that haven’t heard the story before wouldn’t understand. I think my mentor best suited me because we have a lot in common and he related to a lot of things in my stories.

            My mentor also made me feel more confident with my writing. He commented on parts telling me that he liked them or that I did a good job using words in sentences. He would never comment on random parts, only on parts he liked or that he thought needed a little changing. I like how my mentor does things, because how he’s giving me advice and helping me is easy for me to understand.

Dog Attack

Dog Attack
Five years ago on a sunny, summer day, I was attacked by my best friend’s dog. That moment taught me that the unexpected can always happen. That one moment has taught me to be more aware of my surroundings. I am a lot more careful about looking at what’s around me. I’m not paranoid; I’m just cautious now.
My friend, Sean, and I were going over to his house. He came over to my house asking if I wanted to play baseball with him. We started walking down the street to his house. He spun his baseball bat like someone would spin one end of a jump rope. I was excited to get out and play since it was the last week of summer. It was really hot out, the hair under my hat drenched in sweat. He looks over at me,
 “Happy much?” he asked.
 “You and I both know I always am.” He chuckled and we continued walking.
As soon as we got over to his house, he told me to wait outside.
 “I need to grab something quick,” he said. I stood next to the door waiting for him. The next thing I knew, his dog, Gunner, jumped from around the corner and bit my leg. I fell to the ground. Gunner leaped and went for my face. I used my one good leg to kick his face away. It’s a good thing I did, or I might not even be here today. He went for my other leg instead, and just before Gunner was going to strike again, Sean ran out and tackled the dog.
“Mom, get out here NOW!” Sean yelled. His mom came rushing out from the house picked me up, put me in her car, and drove us over to my house. Sean jumped in quick after stopping Gunner. I looked down and saw the dog had taken a huge chunk of skin out of my leg. I saw a muscle in my leg pumping and about passed out. We got to the hospital and I was rushed into the emergency room right away. I looked down and saw blood dripping down my leg. I screamed in agony as the doctors started stitching my legs up. They gave me a pillow to hold if I needed to squeeze it. After the stitches were put in, some police officers walked into the room and asked me some questions. After their questions, I got my blood pressure taken.
 “It’s a little high,” the doctor told my mom. “but that’s normal considering what just happened.” My dad called and asked if I was ok and told me that he was coming into town to see me. I used a wheelchair to get to our car. The doctors told me before I closed the door,
“You won’t be able to walk for a while, but you should be able to get around with crutches in a couple of days. Until then, just lay down, watch TV. Your mother will have to help you since you won’t be able to stand up and walk to get things.” My mom nodded in agreement, and we left.
We pulled up to the school a few days later. I opened the door and stuck my crutches out.
“Be careful!” My mom called.
 “Don’t get more hurt more than you already are!”
 “Ok I’ll try!” I waved back with a smile. I made my way into the school and right away people were asking questions.
 “Dude, what happened?”
“Are you ok?”
 “What are the crutches for?”
 There is one reason I didn’t like having crutches, and that is the fact that I was the center of attention at school for a couple weeks. I don’t mind the people asking me questions, but when EVERYONE at the school is talking about it, it makes me uneasy. There were a couple of times I about fell because of the slippery floors, but Sean and Lance were there to catch me if I was about to fall. I had my crutches for about one month and I still never got used to them.

This whole experience was really, really crazy. I learned a lot from this part of my life, but the one thing that I will never forget that I learned from this experience is that the unexpected can happen.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Grandpa - Descriptive Essay

There is only one person in this world that can make me laugh or smile no matter what. That person would be my grandpa. He always knows exactly what to do to make someone smile. He makes me laugh a thousand times a day. He is the coolest grandpa ever. He might not be able to run and throw a baseball, but he still can get down to some hip-hop. He tries to make everyone else happy, because that’s the thing that makes him the happiest. He is the best.
My grandpa has gray, messy hair that he can almost never tame. His old eyes tell stories. They have seen a lot. His amazing smile never fades. His long arms are covered in scars, from when he was in the army. The button-up shirts he wears suits him very well. His legs, covered, but still battered, still work fine. His shoes are his favorite, maybe because they are the only ones that are big enough actually fit his feet.
My grandpa’s sense of humor never dies. He’s as funny as people can get. He could be the funniest man on Earth. Behind Jim Carrey of course. He always randomly says something that sounds like it could be a word, but never is. It’s as random as how they pick the number for bingo. It always makes me laugh when he does this. He doesn’t do it because he has a problem, he usually does it when it’s quiet and he wants people to laugh and talk. He loves listening to other people’s stories. He loves hearing how relatives are doing and how his friends are doing. He is really a super kind-hearted man. He can be like a monkey though, funny most of the time, but serious when he needs to be.
When I got attacked by my friend’s dog, I had to get stitches. My grandpa was the first person to call me afterwards to make sure I was ok. When my brother, my grandpa, and I got into a roll-over car accident, he got a bump on his head from hitting the roof. He still asked my brother and I if we were ok and got us out of the car first before he even checking to see if he had all of his limbs. He cares more about his family than he does himself. Now if that isn’t selfless man, I don’t know what would be.
            I find that my grandpa and I are kind of the same person. I care about my friends and family

 more than I do about myself. I always ask my friends if they are ok if something happens to them, 

and if one of my friends are sad, I’m always there to help them and ask if they want to talk about it

My grandpa and I are like best-friends. I don’t know what I would do without him, and he doesn’t 

know what he would do without me. He’s my hero.