ASSIGNMENT #2 Grade 12

                    

                           Grade 12

What can you say about grade 12 that hasn’t been said before, about the stress, the dress and the all around mess that’s associated with it? Well for starters parents, teachers and the older generation in general always go on and on and on about how much life dramatically changes after said grade. I say bullsalsa to that notion. Honestly it doesn’t change that much, either I graduate and go on to more schooling, which gets progressively harder just the same as high school. On the other hand if I decide to disobey everything my parents, peers and teachers tell me and I decide to just work after I grad then nothing changes much either Id still have to learn a whole new job, progress up the system as it gets increasingly more austere just like our public school system. So I don’t believe that much if anything will really change, the stress will be the same, keeping up with work or school or relationships. Starting to sound familiar? It should because it’s all the same. And in summation life will always feel like grade 12…..Unfortunately.  

blog assigment #6 describing lemon juice

                          Dancing With the Citrus

She’s beautiful. She flows like the Mississippi forceful yet graceful. She has a face that puckers when you get close. Her face has a slightly yellow tinge and when she twirls the sides of her dress course up and down. It invades my nostrils. Her scent. I love it. It’s pungent and inviting. It flows through my sinuses spinning and contorting; the luxurious tingly aroma draws me in closer and closer. I try to resist but alas I can not. She pulls me in. She grasps my hand and we go flailing onto the floor banging tables and shattering glasses. I feel like I just lost the running of the bulls but won the affection of a sweet sweet poison. The citrus is like a cruel mistress that slaps you and demands more, and you abide. She owns you. It is like dancing with your partner on the tips of your toes. I could taste the air around her it looms even after being consumed. She burns the taste buds. I could almost hear the sound of my stomach bubbling and churning as I swish and slide about. In the end we have both gained nothing leaving us right were we started off. Sitting alone staring at the polka doted Dixie cut.    

By Brandon Wilson

Assigment 5

               Lucy’s Day at the Mall

I  awakened from my slumber on a sweltering  Friday morning not knowing what adventures would await me today. My lovely yet aging wife Beatrice with her graying hair and contrastingly sharp cerulean eyes jolted awake suddenly and without notice.

“Like oh my god we are so totally hitting up the mall today Luce!” LUCE” “Ok ok calm down honey we can go I guess”. I always loved her enthusiasm but these days with how old I’m getting it gets a little tedious to handle her and her excitement everyday. I’m almost 70 and she’s 69 and she somehow finds the energy every day to be so energetic. Sometimes I’m jealous and sometimes I’m resentful but no matter how I feel I know ill always love her. After our usual morning ritual of bathing brushing and bed making we make our way to the buss stop. “This weather is sensational have you ever seen such blue sky and smelled such sweet pungent air!?” “Only every spring Beatrice.” “Aww come on Penticton only gets more beautiful every year I’m so glad we retired here!” “Well I’m glad we retired here too hun” The buss pulled up at the usual time and we made our way on saying hi to Greg the buss driver and taking our usual seat. We arrived at ten twenty and Beatrice like always quickly made her way to Sangsters to grab her assortment of pills and ointments. As she walked into the store I take my usual spot on the bench outside the store. I don’t like stores like that the ones filled with drugs and pick me ups some days I think that without all her pills and oils she wouldn’t be so energetic. But that thought quickly leaves my mind as I realize she’s always been that way. She takes her usual ten minutes in the store chatting with the man behind the desk about the latest drugs and pills. “Lucy I know you don’t like the place but you can at least come in with me!” “No no its ok that’s your store and your people I don’t mind waiting for you” I secretly do, I secretly hate all the drugs and chemicals she pumps into her body but I could never tell her that. We made our way to Save-On to grab some groceries and Beatrice’s adventuring magazines. As were checking out Beatrice starts to flip through the magazine she bought ohhing and awing at all the gorgeous scenery. “You know what Lucy lets go, let’s just go somewhere like Brazil or China or England!” “Now hun you know were too old to just leave and adventure on a whim.” “Why not!?” This is when I finally snapped but not on Beatrice on myself. “You know what fudge it lets go then well get plane tickets and fly anywhere you want!” “Really you really mean it?” “Indeed I do let’s just go no more talking were going right now.” And so we went to the flight ticket store bought two tickets to Guam and left just like that. And maybe later today well go to Jamaica or Peru or India.

Assigment #4

Dynamic, breath taking, endoplasmic reticulum, these are just a few choice words people use to describe me. Curling on the moon yeah I’ve done it. I own a dog, two cats, a lion and the rights to the dodo bird genome. I won the pulltizer prize in biology last year. I won the Gabe Newell award for thinking in three’s. And I won the noble peace prize for my guerrilla tactics in Vietnam. Cows bow down to me. I once flew to Pluto and back to claim it as my rock. Before Oprah interviewed me all she did was write books on how awesome I am. In May I created a black hole. In June I died. In July I celebrated my birthday. I have an IQ of a sideways 8. One time I saved my family from themselves by being myself.

assigment #3

Slim and George sat down at the bar. Slim put a hand on George's shoulder and stated, "Like I said, George, sometimes a guy's gotta do what a guys gotta do."

George stayed sitting in his seat silently contemplating what he had done. “What cat got your tongue?” Slim said sarcastically.

George slammed his drink down and turned to Slim,      “I just shot my only friend in the world Slim I aint got nerves of steel”

A shiver shot down Slims spine “Aw come on George don’t get your knickers in a knot” he proclaimed sipping his whiskey.

            “Now wait just a cotton picking minute I aint mad I just…..I just need some time to think about what happened” said George as he slammed back the last of his whiskey and ordered another shot.

        Brandon Wilson

Brandon Wilson

415 Tennis Street

Penticton, B.C.

V2A 5r4

February 2, 2012

Captain Draude

Commander

HMS Princess Margaret

O Captain, My Captain:

My name is Brandon James Wilson, and even though I don’t believe that one man or women should have power over life or death of another human being, I Am still going to write this letter asking nay begging for my life, because I recognize that this situation calls for an action such as this. I also recognize that as captain Mrs Draude has that power and this letter will serve as my plea for life. I believe that I should live for one simple reason…… my future occupation. I plan on becoming a psychologist when I graduate from high school. I believe that you can benefit from my occupation for a few reasons. Firstly after such a traumatizing event such as this you might nay will require a large amount of psychological evaluation and counsel to cope with such a horrible event. Along with helping you I will be able to help the others who were chosen to survive by our malevolent, creative, amazing and all around fair and just captain Mrs Draude. I sincerely believe I will be a valuable resource if you chose to allow me to live. I will not only be able to psychologically assist the other I will be an invaluable resource with my analytical skills and deep thought process. I will be able to easily problem solve and assist In anything that involves mental degradation which will undoubtedly happen in a submarine under the sea. In conclusion I believe that I will be a major asset in re-assimilating back into normal life after a event such as this. I thank you for you time in reading this and I deeply hope that you give me the honor of surviving this catastrophe.      

Sincerely,

Brandon James Wilson

My friends this is the blog to end all blogs. This is the blog of the all famous all powerful and omnipresent Brandon Wilson. Now some of you might be wondering hmm who is this Brandon Wilson that you speak of? Well he is a 16 year old student who goes to Princess Margret high school. He is currently completing his third year of schooling and planning on going to university to be a psychologist. He was born in a small town named Penticton on a dark and cloudy night. The moon was as full as a person at an all you can eat buffet. And on that night an amazing awkward alienating and all around good person named Brandon Wilson was born. And that’s it; that’s the short yet gripping tale of one teenager named Wilson.