Fishin' Trip

19 November 2012

Ms. Harmon Kristen Yarbrough

English 10

Fishin’ Trip

The sun is shining through the trees and the crickets are singing down by the water by this time summer was finally here to begin my first experience of fishing with my daddy.  As summer rolled around my daddy and his family and friends had a tradition the being of summer they would gather together every weekend and go fishing at Wappanoka. When I was younger my dad use to always say “Kristen Brooke is going to grow up to be just like her daddy.’’

            As much as my mother disagreed my daddy would do the complete opposite. I have been waiting for this moment all day long. Being out of the lake crusing, relaxing on the boat is what we live for.  Driving to the lake with the windows rolled down feeling the fresh, cool breeze blowing through my hair, blasting the music, humming along to some ole’ Haggard song we pulled down the red dirt road seeing in the distance the entrance that stood “Welcome to Wappanoka.’’

As we walked to the pier we sat our tackle box’s down and as my daddy taught me how to bait a hook he warned me “You are gonna get dirty, but don’t worry a little dirt won’t hurt.’’

 Casting our fishing poles into the clear water my dad stopped to tell me as for this place being my first time to experience fishing, this is where his dadtook him for the first time and this is where he also learned how to bait a hook. So as I was bonding with my dad all these memories flashed through my dads head and began to carry on and on with all the times he was a child. There how they were similar to the time he is spending with me. There is a lot of  history behide this lake. Many trees have been here for years. Down by the pier between the water and the bridge there is a giant tree, no matter if you are the best fisherman or the worse someone always tangkes there line in the branches. That tree didn’t like my dad nor did it like my ganfather. Everytime they would cast their line it always broke off.  As for my hard headedness you can see I get it from my daddy.

As the sun is goin down the stars are twinling down my dad yelled from the truck, “It’s time to go lil one.’’

As much as I didn’t want to leave, I darted to the truck. On the car ride home, I remember my dad smiling at me saying ‘’I’m so pround to call you my little girl.’’ Said my dad in a whinning voice.

I looked at him and said “I woulndn’t change it for anything.’’

On the way home my dad and me, blasting the radio, windows down, with the A/C cranked, still humming along to that ole Haggard song.

I'm Not A Bookworm After All..

When I was young I loved reading. It was something I  learned from my family. Not everyone enjoyed it as they got older. You could say we grew apart from books for a little while.
     
As I was getting ready for kindergarten I didn't understand books, the meaning, or purpose of any pf them. I would watch my mother grab books questioning why? As time progressed on my mother, father, and grandmother picked out books, sat them in front of me, and started reading. My grandmother did everything she could to make me enjoy novels as mush as she did. In fact I think I became more attached than her.
   
 By the time I got out of kindergarten, I was an excellent reader. I watched different shows to help me with words I didn't understand. These shows helped a lot over the years and made it more helpful on my mom part. Every time you turned around I had a book in my hand. Seeing my family read a lot made me wonder, would I be the same?
  
   I grew up over the years, and started getting older. I hated reading,  I asked my mom what was the point, and why she liked it. I felt like reading was for nerds.
  
   Every now and then I will pick up a book to read, but  I never seem to finish. I understand reading is good for you, it  helps you understand in the future. It's just one of those phases I went through when i was a child, I thought other things in life were more important than picking up a novel and reading.
 
   As you can see I didn't turn out to be a book worm, like my family, but when it comes down to it and
I absolutely have to pick up a book, I will. There are lots of pros and cons about reading. But if you set your mind to it you can enjoy anything. I come to learn you wont always end up like your piers.

Linconl's Inagural Adress

How does Lincoln create a tone of righteous & indignation?

Lincoln is saying the South is to blame  for the war. The South was fighting to keep the slaves.

Lincoln did not like that. No one thought the war would be so bad. even by war; while the goverment claimed no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it. Lincoln claims there is no fault of the Union, keep ristrictions, they are not tyring to unify or bring peace.He believed slavery was wrong. No man should judge, or be judge. No man should dare to ask God's assistance. He wants people to realize we are going to war for our country. Lincoln says "to strengthen, perpetuate, and extend this interest was the object  for which insurgents would rend the Union. Lincoln trust, and was was encouring to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. Lincoln feels indignate, it would have bee hard on the Union, they would feel guilt. Lincoln wants to come across that he is right. That he is righteous, indignation.

I Am..

I am...a brown eyed girl with a lot on my mind.

                                               I wonder...what life will be like in the future
                                                     I hear...stars twinkling in the night
                                                      I see...a magical life ahead of me
                                           I want..to help the sick children around the world
                                             I am...a brown eyed girl with lots on my mind

I pretend...to dance like no ones watching

                                                       I feel...god reaching out his hand
                                                         I touch...the lives of everyone
                                                 I worry...about the families with no homes
                                                     I cry...feeling all the hatred of people
                                              I am...a brown eyed girl with lots on my mind

 I understand...that god is always by my side

                                                   I say..life's a dance you learn as you go
                                               I dream...anything is possible if you believe
                                               I try...to be perfect but there is no such thing
                                            I hope...to graduate high school and leave a mark

  I am..a brown eyed girl with lots on my mind