A nice hike in September with Caleb and Melody to Lake Melody near Donnally Dome....perfect fall day!
I am able to see family member photo's now, before I could only see fronty's. Brave new froniter.
Hey everybody! Volleyball season is unfortuately over. I got a lot of medals and I was the only player from Unalaska to get the 'All Tourny' team medal. The 'All Tourny' is a player(s) that they pick from each team that is the best and put them onto one team. Regionals for Volleyball was in Nome. I have been number 4 for both years. Regionals was in Unalaska last year and that was AMAZING! Next year, Regionals will be in Hooper Bay. Ugh!
Now, Basketball season is beginning. We just played King Cove and won all 3 games. I had 17 points for the last 2 games. We're now 3-0. Our last game against King Cove was 39-38. It was intense and fun at the same time. The Unalaska Raiders are going to Bethel on the 27th. Then we're going to Bristol Bay later the next week. We are leaving every weekend. I am hoping to keep my grades up along the way. So far, so good with that. Regionals will be in Nome also this year. That must be a bundle! But, next year Regionals will be in Unalaska. I can't wait! I'm again number 23. Both years I've had the same number.
Change We Can Believe In
This was a poem that James wrote for his Pre AP Language Arts Class. The assignment was to write a poem as if you were a poet in the 50's during the Beat Movement era. He was told to include historical events and use figurative language. :D
20,000 Leagues Under the American Sea
I am sodden with the words of the conductor
Who leads his chorale of men through their next redden symphony
Singing the notes of America
Loud enough to reach the ears of Hollywood
And to silence the blacklisted choir of cinema
I swim to find a seat beyond the twelfth row
Beyond the white hooded threads and charred crucifixes
Beyond the man who lets Willie Edwards lie at the bottom of the Alabama River
Where blacks are the hideous flat-headed stones
Thrown into the water only to be eternally forgotten
I am forbidden to reach the surface
To breathe the air, the bread, the rule of man
Chained to the floor and suffocating
While they float to the top and perform their tricks to adoring eyes
As I sit below and hand out the smile of June Cleaver and the tuna casserole of Betty Crocker
I shout to be heard and end up gasping for air
I find a wave of grayish emptiness in commercials for saddle shoes and Ford Mercury’s
I break apart the shards of glass that repress us
I am aware of your indifference to help us
I am blind to the differences between us
I am drowning in your sea
