The City that Never Sleeps -NYC Pt.1

Wow.

Can New York really ever be described? I'm not sure. It is a multifaceted city maxed out with businessmen, tourists, school groups, and the typical new yorker. In case you were wondering, the average New Yorker must have at least these attributes to even be considered legit: an angry voice, nasty words to be used with the angry voice, an aggressive attitude, and overall okness with ramming into poor children.

Not to be bashing all the lovely folk that probably live there, but still. We ain't in Texas anymore Toto. In fact, if we even thought about bringing Toto he would probably be squished under someone's foot.

My first thoughts on the Big Apple? fast. FAST. FAST!

No one stops.

If you stop

you die.

Or get a death glare that might really kill you.

So while I'm dwadling along with our small group of 28 I'm sure we received more than enough mean stares, glares, and squinty eyes for our massive takeover of the sidewalk.

The first day was indeed the longest in our journey. We woke at 3(and that is a.m.) to shower before departing for DFW Airport. Our flight took off sometime a bit later and we began our journey. My row consisted of the delish Caleb White and bff Jessica Johnson.

After our layaway in Milkwaukee, we boarded another plane headed for New York. After airport shenanigans we road into the place I would call home for the next week. Let's just settle in and relax...not! Hurry! Grab lunch then meet back up! We still have to go to Times Square and the Empire State building!

Until my next NYC tale,

Kath

The End and The Beginning

Well, though I have gone through a drought in my blogging, I do believe a regular schedule will soon be in place. I have finished high school. Finished! Fin! No more!



It's very strange. Very. very, strange.



The last day is the day that all high school students count down to, and prepare for. But as soon as it's there, everyone wishes it wasn't. My english teacher wrapped up the year by reading us a little story called The Giving Tree. Have any of you ever read The Giving Tree? Aka not the best book to read on the last day of school. I was blinking so much just to try not let the dams burst.



Then one of my favorite teachers had the entire class talk about fun memories in the past to distract her from crying. Geez. Not cute.



Anywho, I am indeed full of a little more free time until I start working this summer, so I figured I could get into the habit of writing so that all you lovely readers can be updated when I dash off to college.



until next blog,



Kath

"it's about time!"

Yes, that title is quoting my lovely mother. She so lovingly harasses me to blog day after day. Well, here I am. Hello blogworld!! How's it going? That's good. Me? I'm doing alright. Senior year has been...interesting. So many things to do! I'm class secretary, and with that comes many responsibilities including the class shirt. Oh dear. When things like this come into play I'm all for representative democracy (as we're learning about in government). During our class officer meeting, a certain person decided she/he wanted gold shirts. Gold. GOLD. I mean, come on. Seriously. Do I even have to comment on that? After I bypassed the suggestion as quickly as possible we moved on to more complicated matters. Like, what crazy thing can we put on the back to make us stand out? Cus you know, we're seniors and we just have to think of the most complicated things. Set the standards. Show everyone up. Go where no upperclassman has gone before! (Detect an sarcasm in my voice?Good. Cus it's there.) The final decision? A top ten list. (Which I was totally against) of the accomplishments of our class members. Aka "oh look! the people who accomplished things are the people wanting the list!" Forget the other 49 people in our class! Let's go show them up! Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear. Why me? Why must I sit and watch this injustice? And why is the school treasurer planning the shirts? Please let me know a logical explanation for that.

Tune in next time to read my next installment: My new(old) honda! woot.

Can you say, "in over my head"?

Ah ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present my newfound hobby, basketball. People have said that teenagers are crazy, and right now I am representation of that fact. Junior year has been very enjoyable and I'm even enjoying the learning(katherine say whhaaaat?). One random day as I was complaining about my deteriorating muscles, my friend Sarah and I started talking about how it was be cool if we played basketball for fun. We would be the bench warmers, but it would be fun, right? Two weeks later I found myself enrolled in the GPA basketball program. Much to my father's delight, I asked him to teach me everything about basketball. Three weeks into it, and I am the only newbie. My friend can't practice because of failure in two classes (she has her grade back up but is considering quitting because she's so behind). It's been...hmm...what's the word? CRAZY!!!! Starting a sport on a varsity level is not something I recommend. The first day I could barely keep my head on straight. But as time progressed, I have gotten a little better (for never playing EVER). I also believe I am a shoe in for the "Most Improved" award. XD I'll keep all you devoted readers updated on my skillz as  time progresses. But for now, spanish homework is calling me(got to keep up those grades you know!).   

Breaking News at Seven

Quite recently there has been a ghastly occurrence at the Holmes household. Early this morning, a rather unfortunate squirrel found his death in the pool. Preserved by the water, at approximately 40 degrees, the squirrel remained in the same position all morning. Towards mid morning, my father was compelled to put the squirrel out of its misery and change the scenery a little bit. So, the squirrel was removed from the pool and placed on our concrete wall. Why it was not disposed of, I do not know. But the incredibly shocking part of the incident is what we discovered later this evening. A mob of, shall we say, very small people had surrounded the squirrel and inflicted on it several wounds. Whether the squirrel had been a common enemy, or an unkind neighbor we do not know. We are still looking for a motive. All small persons were carrying knives except for one, who held a very small pistol.The youngest girl was the culprit with the pistol. Very disturbing, seeing children so young carrying guns...


That's all the news we have tonight folks...until the next big story, I'm Katherine, reporting live from the Holmes house.

#74 - Shane Allen

On August 31, 2008 Shane Allen died in a car accident. He was an amazing guy, that everyone looked up to (literally and spiritually). We became friends in the seventh grade. He sat next to me in math. In one conversation he proceeded to annoy me, ask for my forgiveness, and ask me to prom. After I rejected his invite, we became friends. We constantly fought over whose art was better, but he always let me win in the end. He sat behind me in art this year. He had taught one of the art classes last year but when he saw that I was in his class said, " oh, I guess Katherine will have to teach this year." The last Friday I saw him we were arguing about pencils. Which one's were better, and I wouldn't let him see mine. I hadn't seen Shane very much after 8th grade because we had no classes together, but I was excited he was in my art class. Shane's death has brought an awareness to our school, especially our grade, that life is to be valued because it can end so quick. This summer Shane spent a month in Africa helping minister to orphans with AIDs. God took him away when he was closest to him. Everyone said they saw a difference in him. His constant joy and kindness. Our school has done a wonderful job of properly honoring Shane. His football number 74 will be on all the football players helmets. Shirts were made for all the juniors with his number on the back. The first football game of the season, they accepted the penalty for leaving Shane's position open in memory of him. Our junior class is also making sure to remember Shane in special ways. We are placing his number on our junior class shirts and will put his number on our homecoming wall. There is no way Shane will be forgotten, because he was a special friend to everyone. And the best part is, we all know he is up in heaven partying with Jesus, waiting for the rest of us.

complain, complain...

Well people, I have been hounded, and I mean, hounded to do a new blog post! Helloooo
it was summer people!!! Do you think I spend my time on the computer when I have a pool in my backyard?!?! ok yes a little...but still. Mission trips and youth camps!!!vacations and trips to san antonio!!! The occasional tc at starbucks!!!Should I have written about these things? maybe. Was I spending my time better not doing anything at all? no. Did I have a camera to document these things? NO!! it broke!!!!! D: Anyways to all you ladies who have nothing better to do than read a blog about my somewhat exciting but mostly boring life, well there's just something wrong with that. So maybe instead of sitting at your desk mumbling about me not doing a post since may, you should get off your blessed assurance and go by Katherine a camera thus inspiring her to blog and take pictures of the things she does!!!hooray!!problem solved!!!!


tootles!!
:D