Dear Dixie,
You are not my first dog, but you were my first puppy. I do not understand how you turned into such a lunatic when you had the best mentor, Buttercup (RIP). Even as a ten-year-old dog with a torn ACL, you can still keep up with the puppies half your age. I love you, but you sure do make it hard when you bark at every little thing that you hear at the front door. You wouldn’t have a bum leg if you acted your age, but how can you act your age when you can bully two puppies that way twice as much as you. You love and protect everyone in the family maybe a little too much. You are our guard dog and policewoman that keeps everyone in check. Dear Dixie, you have the gorgeous looks and intelligence of an Australian Shepard, but the personality of a Chihuahua. You look like the most approachable dog compared to your two pitbull sisters. However, I pray for anyone or anything that approaches you and you deem a threat. Dear Dixie, I do not understand why you have to be an Olympic athlete with a villain’s mind. You would kill for us, but you are notorious for running away from us. You can outrun and outmaneuver us even at ten years old with three working legs. You are resilient, and the most passionate dog I have ever met.
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Are barking Do they know What they are Barking at? Probably not Probably not Could it be A squirrel that Ran up the tree? Perhaps Maybe they are Playing together? Playing together? No They are barking At the door But what is behind it That is causing them to bark? I guess we will never know I guess we will never know They stopped barking To eat food. “Follow your dreams” is something we hear throughout our lives. We are told that nothing is impossible if we put our minds to it and work hard at it, but that is not at all true. I have had many dreams that I would have liked to accomplish but gave up on. Growing up, I never really gave much thought to my dreams unless teachers asked about it on those “get to know you” papers at the beginning of the school year; I would have to come up with some job to write. I never wrote my true dream job. I would daydream about my dream job, though. My dream job is untraceable: a superhero. Since I am not a superhero, I have to follow my superhero dream in my head.
My origin story would stumble upon a big rock that is glowing purple and sticking out like a sore thumb among the dead leaves while walking through the woods as a child. I take my hand out of my pocket and place it on the warm rock. Immediately after touching it, I feel something rush into me and am thrown ten feet away. I get up from the cold hard ground and disoriented ly walk back to the rock. The rock is not glowing anymore, and it has a symbol on it. I happen to have my backpack on, so I get a piece of paper and a pencil to sketch the symbol. I press the pencil onto the paper and rock, and my pencil snaps in half. Jumping forward to my teenage years, I have incredible strength that I learned to control the second after I broke my pencil sketching the symbol on the rock. I have done thorough research to find out what the symbol means every day up until now, to no avail. Because I touched the rock a whole ten years ago, I want to find out everything I can do besides be a superhuman athlete. The beginning of summer is right around the corner; I hope I am coordinated enough to work on my powers all summer long and not hurt myself. On my first day of training, I sprinted faster than the radar speed sign on the side of the road could acknowledge, and I lifted semi-trucks over my head like they were nothing. I never got tired, or even sweaty, despite the summer sun beating down on me. The next day I saw how high I could jump. I have never done this because I am afraid of the impact of landing, but I got a gut feeling that it will not be a worry. I ran to an open field in the middle of nowhere and jumped as high as I could. I was at least 50 feet off the ground for the first jump. On the second jump, I did something different, and something clicked in my head. I started glowing purple. I was now flying and a pro at it. For the next few days, I flew up from the hot ground into the cold, windy, and wet clouds and watched the sunset. After flying, I discovered I am already a master at every superpower I could think of. I trained to be an MMA fighter after discovering my powers. I went pro, of course, and got enough money to retire quickly. I am in my twenties and do not have to work another day. The fighting turned out to be an excellent investment. I have lots of money, and I had the best people at making super suits make me a super suit. It is black, grey, glows purple, and has the symbol from the rock on my chest. Recently, I have seen reports on the news about a red man flying and if he is a real superhero or a fake viral video. The next day, I hear all kinds of chaos from across my city, New York. I put on my super suit and fly to the noise to discover a man who glows red on a rampage. I asked him, "Did you touch a glowing red rock?" "I touched one awhile back and am now reestablishing vengeance in this broken society," he replied. "Welp, that explains it. I can't let you do the whole vengeance thing, though," I barked back. We have an epic fight, but I obviously win because I am an MMA fighter and a hero. Now I have to worry about if there are other colors of glowing rocks and if they gave powers to an evil person, but I do not really have to worry about that. I made this all up in my head since I can not live it out. As a kid, I would play kick the can with all the neighborhood kids across the whole street. We would do this at night during summer, so it was easier to hide. The goal was to kick the can, we used a soccer ball, before the person who was it finds you. I hated being it, but I loved being a hider. Being the youngest out of everyone, I had a disadvantage when it came to speed, so I would have a hard time getting people out and winning the game. As a player, I was able to sneak around and kick the can before the person who was it noticed; therefore, I hated being it.
Once I started growing and getting as big as the older kids, I also got faster. We only played in the summer, so every summer I noticed myself catching up to the older kids. Eventually, we got on even terms. I would lose some and win some when I was it now! Also, I was able to use new strategies as a player depending on the person who was it; I could outrun the person who was it early in the game if I was faster than him. I hit a growth spurt and started playing sports during the school year, so I became the fastest person in kick the can. It did not matter what I did, I could always win and get players out of jail. The kids I played with were getting older, and I found that we played kick the can less than normal. This hurt. I just became good enough to beat them, but they were now “too old” for kick the can. After kick the can stopped, I have not stayed very good friends with the kids I played with. This is the first time I realized that I am getting older, and people grow apart. I have made and lost lots of friends throughout my time in school. It is sad, but it is also just life. I realized that the friendships that matter will stand the test of time. Now that I am graduating high school this year and going to college next year, I will find out which friendships last, and I will also make lifelong friends as well as temporary friends. I am snacking
but not hungry for I enjoy food especially the crunch of these chips the salt is making my mouth dry need water 2020 was a bad year, but it always rains before a rainbow. I have hope that this year will be that rainbow. I have many things to look forward to including, hopefully, an end to this pandemic. A new president is in office which brings hope that this country will become better. My physical and mental health will for sure be better than last year. The lacrosse season will not be canceled again. I have so much hope for this year because anything will be better than last year, knock on wood.
2021 is a year of great change for me. I am graduating high school and will be in college in the fall. The way I live my life will be different. This will take a lot of effort to get used to. It took me a while to get used to online school, so college will take a lot more. I am going to meet a ton of new people and make a lot of new friends. I am excited about this change, but it will take hard work to make it my new norm. Just getting through 2020 took a great amount of perseverance, and it will take even more perseverance to get things back to normal. People are worried that no social distancing or masks after herd immunity is achieved will be a bad thing and bring new pandemics. That is not the case. Humans are social animals and going back to normal will be great for the well being of people and the economy. I understand the worry about going back to normal, but we just need to be better about containing new viruses and diseases before they can spread. We are ready for quarantining and lockdowns now. We need to push through and persevere for the sake of everyone in the world. |
AuthorThe author of this blog is Gabe Michner. He is a senior in highschool. He loves to play lacrosse, watch television, and take naps. He has a creative mind and usually just relaxes all day watching his favorite tv shows. Categories |