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.