Christmas

When it comes to Christmas it is the best time of year in my opinion. One of the reasons I love Christmas is because of the amazing food. My mom always loves to cook a huge meal of delicious turkey and amazing treats for the whole family and I always look forward to it throughout the year. Another thing i love about Christmas is the amazing Christmas lights throughout the community and in my own house. Putting up lights has always been a tradition at my house and my whole family always does it together. Also what would Christmas be without presents! Giving presents and receiving presents is one of the most amazing feelings in the world. To see a person’s face light up when you give them a present always manages to bring joy to myself.

Laughing

Some people say laughing is the medeicene and i could not agree more. A day without laughing in my opioion is not a very good day at all. As a student throughout the day with all the classes it sometimes can be a struggle to get a laugh out here and there but it defintly brightens the mood and brings the happiness out in everyone. The one time in my life that i think i laughed the hardest was when i was with some coool guys going through a macdonalds drive through. Yes this is a very strange place to be having a laugh attack but the reason i did was because a simple thing me my friends wanted to try called coneing. Coneing is when you order an ice cream from a fast food place and when the people that work there go to give it to you you grab the ice cream instead of the cone. My friend drove up and got me to grab the ice cream and as soon i grabbed the ice cream part i felt the coldness in my hand and toke a bite out of the bottom of the cone. Everyone in the car was laughing so hard at me eating this ice cream in reverse. The person who had gave me the ice cream seemed to be inshock at the fact of what i had done and was about to get the manager but we had already sped away. That was one of the funniest moment of my life.

A Picture Of 1000 Words

The picture shown above is a picture of the wonderful Hawaii. This place is very important to though I have never been. If that sounds werid it's probably because it is. Imagining being in hawaii on a stress of school or work it brings me into a clam state. Just imagining being on the beach is an amazing stress reliever, though I have never actually felt the real Hawaii sand I can imagine is soft. Compared to the beaches I have been to Hawaii seems like heaven. The beaches I've been to in the past have all been off the coast of Newfoundland. The chilling water and the rough sand shows a bad example and makes Hawaii a dream of mine. Hopefully in the near future I can plan a long trip to vist the amazing place where all these amazing calming and powerful pictures have been taken. Also it would be nice to leave for the cold winter of Canada and fully enjoy the the Hawaiian beaches. Asweell it would be awesome to meet some new people from a completely different part of the world.

The Pleasure Of Little Things

In life people often do not focus on the little things. I’m referring to the little awesome things. For example one little awesome thing that occasionally happens if you’re lucky enough, is finding money in old clothing. Overall the experience of wearing something that has been worn in a while is amazing because it feels like new. On top of that you actually find money that you didn’t know you even had. Even if it’s only a loonie or maybe a hundred dollar bill either way it’s still awesome! We all know sometimes in life it can be dramatic or it cannot be going very well and that’s why we all should focus on finding the little things that can make us smile just like finding money that you didn’t know you had. Though there are lots of things in life that could make you smile or make you sad the more positive way you look at everything will change your overall perspective of life. As a student, throughout the school day sometimes I  get a lot of work through at me, and to try and take my mind of it and relives stress I often think about lunch time or gym or maybe even that one time I found money in my old clothing. And thinking about all those things combined it overall brightens my mood.

302 Word Short Story

With Bloody hands I said good bye. As I hold my new born puppy Buddy all I can feel is his warm blood running down my hands I can’t hold back the urge to cry. I look up for the first time since I saw Buddy get hit by the truck and ill I see the is the from the speeding truck way in the distance. I scream out in anger as I realize it is too late for me to catch this person who has brutally harmed my puppy.  I look down quickly and see that buddy is slowly drifting out of consciousness. That’s when I began to run to the truck to try and drive Buddy to the closest Veterinary hospital which was 30 minutes away. As a run to the truck with buddy in my hand I can feel my heart beating and my mind begins to explode with the worst case scenario. As I lay I get in the car and lay buddy on my lap, it is very apparent that 2 of his legs are broken. I then slam the car into reverse and back out as fast I can, as soon as I get on the highway to the vet I can feel blood of the dog seeping through my pants.  I look down and Buddy is now unconscious and this just motivates me to drive faster. Running on pure adrenaline I begin weaving through traffic with hope for Buddy. As I finally pull up to the hospital I jump out my truck with Buddy in my arms, I begin to feel nauseous. I fall to my knees and look into the eyes of Buddy for the last time as my head hits the ground. As soon as I come to, I realize. It’s too late.

Alittle Something About Me

Hello, My name is Andrew Coleman and i was born in Isle Aux Mort, Newfoundland. Most people are very intrigued by the fact that im from across the country and some how now i live on the oppoiste side of the country. I moved from the small town of Isle Aux Mort to Calgary when i was only 3 years old.the reason we had to make the drastic change was because of the lack of jobs in the small town of only 1000. When we first moved to Calgary my parents became very home sick and we were very close to moving back home many times but they fought through it and with being able to come back to vist Newfoundland every summer. As a child i always loved being able to come back to Newfoundland every year purely because it was so different from Calgary. I had grown used to the busy city and making sure to lock your doors, But in this small town everyone knows each other and surpringly they are happy together. It would blow my mind how everyone would be so kind to me in this small town compared to Calgary when people would treate me as just a kid and kinda ignore me as a peron. Also growing up my Grandma and Grandpa (Also none as my Nanny and poppy) were always great role models for me and always looked forward to seeing them. But growing up between these two very different places with very different people it taught me to approecite the little things and the big things in life.