Lunch is always a difficult time for me.
Almost every day after fourth period I head down to the Den and grab a bite. I wait in the line to get my food and then pay for it, you know, the things normal people do. Once I leave the line, it becomes an uncomfortable expedition for a lunch table.
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The day was a normal fun filled day with Tío Lupe flipping burgers and cooking Carne Asada on the grill with a cold Corona. Manuel, Baby Joey, and David were trying to rap and the clapping of my little cousins was encouraging them. As usual all the tías were gossiping about who is getting a divorce, and who would get married next.
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The writers’s grandfather, Donald Cline, in backyard on California Ave. in Oak Ridge, TN.
I pull through Stubb Stewart State Park’s Dairy Creek West campground and I see no one. I see what looks to be a parking lot for recreational vehicles.
Cyclone. Avalanche. Raptor. Hornet. Voltage. Hurricane. Outlaw. Outback. Razorback. Komfort. Mountain Aire. Chateau. Bullet. Cougar. Arctic Fox. Road Warrior. Thor. Aerolite. Denali. Fun Finder.
Thor has a three-legged stand out front, holding a large DirectTv® satellite. The tripod is pinned to the ground with yellow hi-vis twine tied to orange plastic stakes. Why is Mountain Aire’s “aire” spelled with an “e,” I wonder? And why is Aerolite missing the “g” and the “h” that are normally present in “light”? Does “lite” feel “lighter” without them? Yes, I realize—it actually does.
But then, is a liteweight trailer better than a heavy one? I consider cyclones and hurricanes and avalanches and raptors and outlaws. I’d be inclined towards something heavy, I think. Continue reading MOUNTAIN AIRE by Mr. E →
Michael Rogers had his 6th tardy in my class today. I asked him why. He said this:
I laughed and laughed. Then I gave him a detention.
I remember walking through stores with my grandpa, hand in hand. I grew up with him raising me, from when I was a newborn until I was seven. No matter what the weather was, he would take me out to different places so I wouldn’t bother my uncle and cousins when they were studying or sleeping. It didn’t matter if it was rain, or snow, hot or cold, we would go to places…like Kings Bakery. The bakery held the aroma of fresh baked pastries. You could see the bakers making the bread in the back. It was always busy and filled with people that he knew. Continue reading REMEMBERING YOU – Amanda Mar →
If you weren’t an athlete you were practically nothing. This was a household philosophy. This was my dad’s way of thinking about us kids. If you weren’t in a sport you were working your tail off. It starts in the sixth grade—you do track and wrestling. You follow your older brother’s footsteps step for step; it’s been this way for four generations.
When I was just entering middle school, my dad lectured me about sports and how important they were for me. Then my older brothers all lectured me, saying very similar things to what my dad had said. This was peer pressure, family peer pressure to be the same. Of course I listened to them…I had no choice.
When football started up and I didn’t join, I convinced Dad that football was only for seventh and eighth graders, and sixth graders couldn’t sign up. Eventually he seemed to believe me, but lectured me again on how important sports were and how athletes get paid lots of money. To this day I hear him muttering “If I had ten million dollars, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be hunting every day, trap shooting, and living off the fat of the land.” … Continue reading MY LIFE IS MINE →
This rockin’ piece by Blake Baxter won Honorable Mention in the Documentary category of this year’s Washington State Board of Education Video Contest! Congrats, man!