The Cliffhanger

The Cliffhanger, that’s what the giant drop off about 70 feet and you get to the bottom in about 3 seconds. Yeah I was scared, but once again my little brothers made me look like a big chicken and road it about 5 times before the convince me to go on it. I waited in line (which was the shortest line in the park) and soon enough it was my turn. I sit on the top of the slide, my heart beating fast. Then the lifeguard signals me to go down. I hesitate taking the last seconds to regret my choice, but then I recover confidence and I slide down. I slide down pretty quickly, but my back was starting to hurt, but the ride was almost over. I keep going down leaving a giant trail of water on the side. I get up and my little brother congratulates me, and tells me that my back was red (like if I didn’t feel that). Anyways in the end told myself to never go on the ride The Cliffhanger ever again because even after a few hours had passed my back still hurt, but at least I rode it, and have lived to tell the tale.

Memoir Monday 3

I try to put the bottle of mercury crome in my pocket, but failing miserably. I see it fall in a weird slow motion kind of way, but I was too late anyways. The cap of the bottle breaks and it starts to spill. “Oh Shit!” I thought, but there was no time to waste so, almost immediately I crouch down and grab the bottle, and slowly walk into Mrs. Vallarinos room. “I’m so screwed…” I thought to myself as the red mercury crome stains my hand.
I walk into the room holding up the bottle of mercury crome and all I said is “It spilled.” As soon as I said that Mrs. Vallarinos face started becoming red “I’m so screwed.” I remind myself. Mrs. Vallarino walks towards me and grabs the bottle and throws it away. Then I lead her to where the spill was.
“Go get me a janitor.” She said, and without answering I start to run down the stairs.
“Excuse me Mrs. Scott.” I ask
“Yes?” she replies
“We need a janitor at the third floor.” I say as if it were any casual thing hoping she wouldn’t ask why, but I knew that will never happen.
“Why?”
“Well, because I spilled mercury crome on the floor and we need someone to clean it.”
Then the janitor came so I once again explained the situation so, then I lead him to wear the incident happened. When we arrive Mrs. Vallarino says “Ok, now Paulo, and you are going to clean this.” When I heard that I couldn’t stop grinning not because it was funny, not because I was mocking her (well, I think she thought I was mocking her), I was grinning because of how stupid I was to dropping MERCURY CROME I mean seriously who the hell does that. Then Mrs. Vallarino leaves to her room.
“So, why do you have to clean it?” I ask Paulo
“Cause I started to spread it out with my shoe” He answers
“Ah ok. Well, at least I won’t clean this up alone.”
“Yup.”
Then I stand up to get more paper towel from the bathroom and bring some extra. Anyways in the end me and Paulo ended up just talking and cleaning the floor for the next 45 minutes which was a whole class period (I missed math class, and he missed Geography).

Well, I guess most of you guys are asking oh what you learned about this retarded experience. Well, what I learned is that when you make a mess you, you have to clean it yourself.

Progress Reports 2010 8th grade

“Yes! Today I have gotten straight A’s” I thought as I instilled the progress reports in my binder getting ready to show it to my mom. I couldn’t wait… The day passes slowly each hour feeling like an eternity. I get on the afterschool bus and start to talk to anyone that is willing to talk. Time flies pretty quickly till I finally arrive to my house; I get in the elevator and mark 10. The elevator opens and I rush to the door at my house ringing the bell 3 times like I do every day. I walk in and I notice my mom isn’t at home yet, and also heard that my mom was really mad at my little brother (my middle brother –Zachary.) Anyways I followed my daily routine till I finally had a chance to show my grades to my mom. I walk to her feeling great and happy with myself I show my mom my grades. Unfortunately the first paper was Algebra which was an A- which made her mad for some reason I don’t know why. I mean it’s not like I need major modifications, and I feel like I did a good job like I promised I would and she is mad.

“What the hell?” I thought as she only stayed looking at my Algebra, not even bothering to change the page.

“Mom, turn the page… the other grades are better.” I say.

“Why didn’t you get a 28/28 in this quiz…” she says in a disappointed voice, making me wish my dad was here and not in a trip, my dad actually appreciates my effort, but I don’t get good grades, because my parents say so, but I do my best to get them for my sake. Anyways I was just disappointed, I wish my mom showed more happiness to my accomplishment instead of telling me how she is in a bad mood and how I didn’t have the grades she wanted, and if she wants me to do better I will do my best to make it better, but for my own sake not hers….

Memoir Monday: Riding the Mountain

Memoir Monday: Riding the Mountain

I walk on the route, into Medusa one of the biggest rides in the park. My dad tried convincing, and it didn’t work, but the only reason I’m stuck now with my cousin (a girl), my dad, and my smaller brother is because of my dignity…

My brother had ridden the ride exactly 11 times, and I haven’t gone in it. My brother is 10 years old, and I’m 12 I must look like the biggest scardy cat there has ever been, and I have come to clear that name.
I walk on the route and it felt short, before I know it we are at the front of the line. I felt tears in my eyes, but why, why do I have tears in my eyes? What am I so worried about? I guess I was just tense, or tired. There are four chairs so I sit on the 3 one to the right. My dad sat to my left, my cousin to my right (at the end), and my little brother at the other end. My cousin noticed I was feeling tense, and scared, so she talks to me trying to comfort me, and it does a bit. The ride got delayed, and a bit of hope sprung in to me, thinking the ride broke down so, we had to get off, but suddenly the ride started to function again. There we went up, up, and up. And before I know it we are going down, down, down. Then I’m on the giant loop, and I’m yelling, not because I’m scared, but because I’m enjoying it.