Pumpkin Picking I had one mission, and one mission only. I had to find the perfect one. Round, and a perfect, greenish brownish stem. I had to find the perfect pumpkin. I woke up at around nine twentyish on Sunday, and I was glad I had time to sleep in fore about another hour. So I drearily shut my eyes, and went back to sleep for an hour. In what felt like ten minutes, I heard, “Get up! We’re going pumpkin picking today!” I lifted my feet out of my bed, and they carried me to my dresser. I dressed up in a heavy light pink sweater, blue ripped jeans, and brown boots. For breakfast I just had a Pop-Tart and milk, and soon everyone was ready to go to Tranquility Farms. My parents and I live right around the corner from Tranquility Farms,
so we’d probably be the first of our group to arrive. Accompanying us would be my Grandparents, and my Aunt and Uncle. And, of course, we were the first ones there. We sat on monstrous, wart covered pumpkins as we awaited, and in just a few minutes everyone was here. First stop, the pumpkin field. One of my favorite parts about pumpkin picking is the hayride before and after. The sweet smell of crisp hay, the bright, golden field of sunflowers, and the smooth buzz of bees contently pollinating. Alas, the brisk experience of the hayride must come to an end. However, what proceeds is even greater-- pumpkin picking! I wanted to find the perfect pumpkin this year. My ideal pumpkin would be (obviously) orange, have a moderate stem, and be round and smooth. The first two I found adequately matched that description, but I knew the third pumpkin was the right one for me. Every facade was perfect. The roundness, size, stem. It was perfect. After everyone had found their pumpkin, (and had gotten pictures taken), we went to the hayride yet again to weigh and pay for our pumpkins. I didn’t see the weight of our pumpkins, but I could only assume they were relatively heavy, judging on their size, but I didn’t have time to think about that, me and my Dad were racing over to the pumpkin launching.
It was strange, I had always wanted to experience what a mission trip was like. Although, when I thought about actually pursuing to go on one I would once again shove the thought in the back of my brain, in hopes of forgetting about it entirely. Until one day, I was reintroduced to the idea once again. My friend Nick and I were in Math class one day when Nick said, “
One day, a fourteen-year-old boy named Jonathan Price found himself lying down in the grass and suddenly thought, where are mom and dad? Where am I? He did not realize that he had walked one hundred and fifty miles east of his home in Wichita, Kansas and blacked out the previous day, October 19th, and blacked out. As he got up out of the grass, he felt a strange desire for food. He started wandering in the direction he thought was home. He started to go through a forest when he saw a beautiful waterfall joining in to a river. As he walked over to the river he found what he thought was an apple on the floor and ate it almost immediately. After he finished the so-called apple, he drank some water. He started to feel sock and looked at the apple in his hands only to realize that he had actually picked up an orange.
Two themes from The Mission movie that stand out to the viewer are ambition and forgiveness. The Guarani’s were ambitious in the case of keeping their mission standing and fighting off their enemies. The Guarani’s did not give up while being attacked by the Portuguese. Their ambition kept them going until the end of the fight. Although it ended with the missions being destroyed, they put up a good fight for what they believed was the best for their people. The Jesuits people forgave Captain Rodrigo Mendoza for his sin for killing his brother. Another sign of forgiveness was shown when Captain Rodrigo Mendoza arrived at the top of the mountain; the indigenous
My fingers were struggling to dial 9-1-1, all I could think about was the intense crying of my mom going on in the background. What was going to happen? After the few ringing tones, an operator answered. I quickly explained that I needed an ambulance immediately. The operator said paramedics would be there in a matter of minutes. Those minutes were the longest minutes of my life. After the phone call my mom asked me to help her get my grandmother out of bed. When I went into my grandma’s room I grabbed one of her arms while my mom grabbed the other, and we pulled with all of our strengths. I was shouting my grandma's name to get a reaction out of her, she just muttered a word and looked up with her soulless eyes. As we struggled to keep her standing the paramedics came through the door. They loaded her up on a stretcher and took her to the Emergency Room. That night I couldn’t sleep thinking of what was happening in the hospital.
Juicy The goose is a wonderful joyful goose when she sees someone in need she helps because she is that type of person. Well one day she was flying high in the sky an noticed that one of her friends Leann the turtle was in trouble. She had walked into the road by accident where there was a lot of traffic she was moving slowly through the road but she didn’t notice that she was in the road. Juicy the goose had to think fast.because Leann had just had her litttle baby turtles Looloo and KiiKii. Juicy the goose flew down to the ground to attemmpt to stop traffic but she couldn’t she had to move because if she didn’t she would get hit and it would kill her. So she moved out the way to avoid being hit and she had to think of a new plan. Juicy the
“At this time in my life I lived in a very old town house, where I often heard unexplainable noises in the attic. One night, when I was about 11, my parents went out to a party, leaving me all alone. The night was stormy, with crashes of lightening and thunder outside. Having nothing to do, I fell asleep after eating too much ice cream. All of a sudden, my alarm clock goes off in the middle of the night, reading 3 o’clock. I’m wondering why ...
The first Thanksgiving happened in 1621 by the Plymouth colonists and Wamponoag Indian.In the first Thanksgiving they only ate Venison,Indian Corn,Fowl,and Barley.Yes turkey was NOT on the menu suprisingly.Also their was no pumpkin pie or potatoes because they weren't introduced yet.They did have cranberries,but they didn't eat them as a sauce.It wasn't until 1789 that George Washington declared Thanksgiving a National Holiday which meant it didn't become a Holiday til the 19th century.It wasn't til the Civil War president Abraham Lincoln made Thanksgiving something to celebrate every
The date was October 31, 2002. The time was two in the afternoon. The little children across the street walked outside their house to carve a massive pumpkin. The pumpkin had a thick brown stem and a bright orange color, which glimmered in the afternoon sun. Something was really strange about the pumpkin, but I could not put my finger on exactly what was different. The children, who were abundantly excited to go trick-or-treating in a few hours, started carving the round pumpkin.
I was in my basement with my younger brother and my dad. My brother and I were bored so we started to pass a basketball back and forth. All of a sudden the ball hit my brother in the mouth. He flinched and had a look of pain on his face. I saw a tooth come out of his mouth and fly under a shelf. My dad gasped and looked at my and my brother. I was afraid my brother was going to be really mad at me. Luckily my brother doesn’t get hurt easily and he was fine, and actually happy I knocked out his tooth. I was relieved to know I didn’t hurt my brother. The only problem now was to find his tooth. My dad got a flashlight and shined it under the shelf searching for the tooth. Thankfully we found his, although it was very dusty.
Today when I woke, I was expecting my son to be asleep. That wasn't the case. Today was his first race. Now here we were, at the track, race about to start, everyone was lined up ready to run. *bang* The starting gun went off. Like a bolt of lightning, everything came flashing back to me.
The first two steps (dividing the paper into three parts and finding different ways to get the weight of each pumpkin that was given) was what was happening as I was getting deeper into the problem and finding more and more solutions to it.
I pulled into the driveway of my house and parked my car. I grabbed my coat and bag and opened the door. When I got out I instantly began to smell the sweet aroma of the long rose bushes making their way out of our fence and into the world of our driveway. I was so captivated by the fall breeze, and the beautiful smell of fall in the air that I didn't even know that I was to the door. As I snapped back into reality, I looked up and I was standing at my doorway.
My story started about a week ago. I was heading to bed early, because I was tired from a long day with plans to wake up a few hours before class to review for a test. As I closed my books for the evening and headed to bed around midnight, little did I know something was going on outside.
The alarm on my cell phone went off. I woke up feeling very sluggish. I decided to stay in bed comfortably. There was no rush to get on the road and besides, I knew the young folks stayed up late talking with each other. I stayed in bed until three-fifteen in the morning.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,