I love music. The harmony, crisp endings, confidence, and structures of the pieces. Much of the credit is directed towards the singers, though the teacher is the breath taking performer through out the performance. The pieces he chooses are phenomenal. Perfectly, and beautifully places with the singers ability. The teacher doesn't just proceed to hand a singer his or her music. He carefully works through it with patients and hard work with each singer. Correcting and perfecting in a nice manner. It takes an out standing teacher to establish a choir. There for, I am very respectful, and overwhelmed by my choir teacher's carefully constructed work.
Why does Star Bucks cofee taste like dirt? Because it was just ground in the morning.
O my goodness. Do I have a story for you. In my class all of the boys were giving each other purple nurples. Some of them went around the class room to steal the caps off of the water bottles. They ended up tapping them over their nurples. Then they were fighting over the caps and tape. When the teacher walked in he/she just walked over to the desk and pulled all of the tape out of the cabnet and placed them on the age of the desk. While the boys were caring on he/she sat down and started to write down some names on a pass. The boys finally stopped when they all rushed for the cabnet for more tape and ended up braking the hinges right off the door. Then the teacher handed the pass to the boys and point to the door. The teacher ended up pushing the boys out the door and locking them out. The pass was to the ISS room. Please tell me thats normal and it happens in every class room.
Running as fast as my short, young legs could go, I dashed around the side of a house and slammed my shoulder blades against the north side of the white paneling. My eyes watered as my heart started to jump out of my chest from the loud noise I had just created. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could. For around the corner of the house I could hear the leaves being crushed beneath someone or somethings feet.
With my eyes still shut, I could hear the crushing of leaves getting farther and farther away. Why did it turn around? Surely it knew where I was. We-o-we-o! Oh no! The car alarm was going off. I opened my eyes so I could peer around at the vehicles, but as I did so I saw a fence about 20 feet away in front of me. Without thinking, I sprang forward carefully, avoiding the patches of moonlight seeping through the apricot trees. Within inches of my destination, I was forced to shove the side of my face down into the cold mud beneath my feet in order to hide in the shadow of the fence. The mud burned the soft tissue on the side of my face with its cold liquid form and soon turned my whole face numb. With one eye open, just barely in my view I was able to catch a glimpse of something that didn't fit in with the movement of the wind against the purely cut grass and the dark blue-colored night. Something just wasn't right. I quickly scanned the area in search of anything that didn't fit in with the movement of the night. To my surprise, I found a large dark figure sprinting across the yard. The figure was acting very suspicious the way it was darting back and forth. What in the world was it up to? The dark figure looked as if it were looking in the opposite direction from me; so I began to slowly inch my way to my feet.
As I did so, the figure bolted towards me in a fast and smooth motion. My whole body reacted all together in an attempt to jump the fence so I could hopefully disappear into the corn field. I stumbled to the side a little bit on the way up on my jump. As a result, I slightly nipped the end of my shoe on the barbed wire woven into the top of the fence. On my way down I was able to land flatfooted and charge into the corn in an attempt to once again escape the view of the large dark figure. My heart was pumping so hard and fast now that the beat of my feet against the ground couldn't keep up with it. Soon my mouth became dry from the various breaths I was taking in, combined with the cold, dry air of the night. As I ran I could feel the sharp corn leaves biting on my bare arms and face. Then came the itchy, stinging feeling caused by the poison the leaves left behind in my minor wounds. Then they were also numbed by the thin cold air. It was all just too much for my young age, and soon my legs grew weary from the excitement I was experiencing, but the sound of the figure right behind me kept me going.
Soon all I heard was the crushing of my own doing, but instead of resting, I kept going. It was like I was a repeating record of one foot in front of the other set in forward motion. I couldn't feel the cold wind against my bare skin any more or the sore muscles within my body. It was like I was frozen in time, cursed to watch a never-ending movie of corn stalks rushing by my face.
Then the movie flashed from a dark ditch to a midnight sky. My mouth hung open as my chest stayed motionless, caved in on itself. I wanted to groan and yell, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a quiet, yet high-pitched, sound. I tried to climb to my feet, but I was grasping nothing but air and atmosphere around me. As I slowly descended back down, this time on my front side, it felt as if blood was trying to break through the skin on my face and neck. My mind was spinning for ideas. What do I do; what do I do? I remembered what my father had told my older brother. I flipped over onto my back and lay perfectly still. Finally my chest expanded out, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.
Now with hardly any strength left in my limbs, I slowly made my way around the corn field in order to find the back fence. Where should I go? I couldn't see anything over the tall corn, so I just randomly chose a direction. On my way through the corn, I was stopped by the sound of running feet behind me. I listened really hard to see if I could tell where the feet were headed. Oh no! It was coming toward me. Again I was on the run for safety. When was I going to escape the maze of corn? I couldn't see anything that could point me in the right direction. Just as I thought I was done for, I was able to see the back fence through the parted corn. My legs sped up, and my breathing became heavier. This combination helped in my chances of clearing the fence. My eyes closed shut as I leapt with strength beneath my feet over the fence and into the back yard. Running with more speed than before, I snuck a peak over my shoulder long enough to watch the dark figure leap out of the corn and over the fence higher than I ever could. It landed perfectly and bolted toward me at a massive speed. I gulped as my legs reached high capacity. I stretched my arm and hand out as far as it would go. I could still hear the figure behind me, now yelling at me. The words it spoke got all mixed up in the wind as it traveled to my ear. I wasn't lessening anyway; I was focused on the ends of my fingers.
Finally, I tapped my finger tips against the side of the tank as my right foot stepped over my left foot, causing my body to collapse onto the ground in a spinning motion. As I lay down on my back, I could feel my whole body being pinned down by the weight of the pain from the bruises and scraps I received on my terrifying run . Not able to even flinch without my muscles screaming at me, I smiled. For I had officially won my very first game of tag against my older brother.