Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Not So “Fresh”-Man Morning.

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Groggy and half asleep, I was awaken by my inconsiderate 19 year old brother as he arrived back from a party at five in the morning. Being an older brother he decided to turn the television on and kick back to some music on the couch. He could’ve listened to some alternative or maybe even rock music turned down low, but he felt in the mood to crank some death metal to the max. Since he was listening to a song called “I Bathe In Blood”. I couldn’t really fall back to sleep, “So I just said what the heck I gotta get up soon anyways.” So I put on a pot of coffee and I started my day as a Stevenson freshman.


After I showered and got cleaned up it was time for picking my clothes out for the day. I had some jeans laying on the floor from the previous day , so I picked them up and smelled them, they reminded me of when you leave mayo out and it curdles and gets sour. So I finally came to the conclusion that those pants were not too good of an idea.. I looked around my room and next to one of my many duck statues was a pair of jean shorts, they were freshly washed so I threw them on and found a sublime t shirt to match. I heard the doorbell ring so I ran to the door to let my good friend Aristides in. We hung out on the porch till the bus came because my house is literally the bus stop. There were ton of big kids on the bus so quickly I threw my hands in my pockets to look cool and I felt some paper so I grabbed it out, it was like winning the lottery, a ten dollar bill that was ready to be spent was hanging around in my pocket. So my first day of school began on a pretty good note.

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A is for Art, which can be expressed in any way. Art is not only drawing or painting it is our knowledge and skill at the things around us and what we like to listen to. The Art I enjoy is the art of my musical taste and knowledge. I am not picky of what kind of music I enjoy listening to but I am picky if it’s good or not. I enjoy mostly Indie rock and Alternative, but I am open for some rap and modern rock. I take music as serious as a dancer’s shoes. It is what has molded my personality.

B is for Blue Bill, my favorite duck to shoot. Duck hunting my favorite hobby I have right now and will probably have for a very long time. When a flock of ducks come down from a mile high from the air into your decoys it is a sight that can only be expressed by seeing it live. The excitement I get seeing those black t-shaped figures cup into your decoys, is greater than words. The feelings I get when I shoot 2 down from a flock is amazing.

C is for Cleaning, after the long days of hunting are over the best part is the smell that you get when u cut open a ducks chest and smell the cavity. Though this sounds creepy and is very strange, you know that when you smell this you had a story to tell about the prior hours. Cleaning ducks is not that challenging of a thing to do. It just takes practice and sometimes a nose plug if you got a sensitive sense of smell, and what the heck; a hungry belly helps a little too.

D is for Dentist... My biggest fear. When I hear the word it makes my stomach grumble. The sound of the sharp metal tools that grind on my teeth. The horrible "BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-ing" noise that the drills make, send shivers down my spine. Pain and agony are little words compared to the suffering I go through as they pick at my gum's. The thought of not getting a balloon and a sticker anymore cause you are too old. But after all the word cavity is the worst of all because it means your coming back, and its going to be even worse.

E is for Erie, my true home. The place i spend my leisure time as I enjoy the Autumn skies and colors. A place where I can forget everything and still remember everything. A true place of relaxation and a place I cannot live without. The Lake that I can use my skills on to get food. My Duck Lake.

F is for Fiddling, a skill I would very much enjoy learning. It has been my dream in life to have a fiddle. I always have thought this. But finally it is soon to come true. My passion for learning to fiddle is soon to be in reach. Just 3 to 5 days shipping and handling and it will be all mine.

G is for Gobstoppers, a candy that’s more than meets the eye. Unlike the Transformers this candy is edible and has a delicious grape outside of rock like texture, but with an inside so chewy it will make your brain melt with confusion. Gobstopper how I love thee, as I eat you after lunch in English class, you make me daydream.

H is for Henry, or another word for a demon. My cat henry was raised as a baby on the streets so he never did like people very much. Though he grew a liking to my immediate family, those who visit must beware. Innocent and plush he looks as you itch his back, but all apart of the plan to him. He will find his time to strike and once he does you may need an ambulance on hand. So get your phones ready and dial 9-1-1 before it is too late.

I is for Inoculation, flu season is on its way and we better get our shots early. But while people get 2 maybe 3 shots for the flu this year. I shall get 1. No swine flu shots for me please, as a kid I have seen too many movies that alter my perspective of reality. So I really don’t wanna try a new shot that has not been tested on humans yet. I am Legend and Resident Evil are enough evidence that I don’t wanna become a zombie so I will take a pass on the not human tested vaccines.

J is for James, my dearest brother. Many words come to mind when I think of my brother, including some not very nice ones, but all siblings get mad at each other sometimes. I will always love him though because he is all I got. He teaches me what is bad and good in life so he is kind of my mentor. It is really nice having a brother because I can learn from when he messes up too, but I guess all I can say is I love you Jimmy.

K is for Kettlecorn, a delicious treat and nickname. It is different from everything like it. It was once a buttery salty snack but felt like he needed a change, because he was different from all his relatives. He was the only true dessert made from his kind. So as a nick name if you call me Kettlecorn ill take it because I enjoy self expression and being different from everyone else, because I am my own person.

L is for Listening, my favorite trait. When I have conversations with people or just talk, I enjoy listening to people more than anything. I really do like hearing what people have to say about things and issues. If you just listen to things you can learn more about them then you would have ever thought.

M is for Mother, whom I love with all my heart. My mom is one of my favorite people to be around. I enjoy watching girls shows with her,(even though they are horrible and have no good acting like in Cast Away) and drinking tea and doing what ever I can to spend time with her because she is my Mommy and I love her more than anything.

N is for Nicotine, the addiction to cancer sticks. I have seen too many people die of lung cancer that it does not even surprise me anymore. Cigarettes to me are as bad as drugs, like heroin, marijuana, and cocaine because it kills just as many people. I am proud to say I have never tried one and I never will.

O is for Orange Juice, a pain to my heart. Once my favorite now my worst enemy. I cannot drink my favorite drink anymore because I drank too much of it. It is really horrible when acid reflux holds you back from drinking the most amazing fruit juice.

P is for Pretzels, a snack so amazing with Kream Mustard from Parmenters Cider Mill, you will be screaming for more, literally.

Q is for Quarters, the coin of champions. The one coin that you can do so much with, you can put it in a gum ball machine and get many different things and you can save them up and get tons of money.

R is for Rabbit Jambalaya. First we shoot ‘em, then we clean ‘em, then we eat ‘em. Nothing better on a cold winters day, then to feast your nose upon the heavenly aroma of Cajun sausage, fresh rabbit, and garden vegetables. All in a liquified delicious chunky soup form.

S is for Stevenson, a new experience for all. Another school year started off on a good note. Good friends, good teachers, good classes, great times.

T is for Tea, the bagged gift from the heavens. The taste of a hot Oolong is more than amazing, it is an amazing blend of mint and a special combination of herbs.

U is for University of Oxford, a possible candidate for my dream college.

V is for Venom, the grand prize winner in my favorite energy drink category.

W is for Water, the producer of my favorite frozen season.

X is for Xylography, the biggest word I know for a hobby so simple. The engraving of wood that I enjoy doing up north on my free time, when I am huddled around the camp fire gorging s’mores.

Y is for Young, an expression used to measure time. Though my age is young, my soul is as old as the earth.

Z is for Zombies, the one thing I enjoy killing on the internet. The internet has been training me for Z-day, it is coming, and I am ready.

Nathan Scott Phillips- My Three pets with one name.


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Biology, my first hour, I had a feeling we were going to dissect something on the first day because the teacher wanted us to bring a container and a water bottle. Turns out we were going to meet our new pets.


It started off kind of strange when I started high school because it was all new to me. But my teachers were great and I knew I’d have fun. So I was sitting in first hour, the bell had just ringed; I was pondering what we were going to do today. I mean it was only the first day, I was thinking maybe a test but the teacher wouldn’t want to come off too strong. So I just kept it cool and waited for the teacher to start talking. She explained to us we were going to start the year off with a fun project,” Planarians!”, she shouted in an excited accent. I was thinking is it some kind of boring algae; turned out to be tiny little worms that live in the water and wriggle around. She paired us up with partners and we got our little guy. He almost looked like a piece of thick hair just hanging around moving like a snail in the water. I was thinking of a name until I came up with it, the most amazing name in existence, Nathan Scott Phillips. I was so excited that I got a new pet, I told all my friends in my next 5 hours.


The next day I walked in and she spoke, “Today is the fun part, cutting them into 3 pieces.” I did not want to kill him he was my friend. The teacher explained to us planarians can regenerate there body back and create new planarians. I was amazed by this. I couldn’t wait to cut the little worm up. I operated. It was a success, it grew back into three new ones.