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Daisy

I have this dog named Daisy. She is a big bloodhound with an over energetic personality. We got her when she was one a few years ago from a shelter in Chicago. She was originally from Kentucky and already a mom to two puppies. The puppies had been adopted so it was just her. I’m glad it was only her because I couldn’t have dealt with three Daisy’s. She is way too energetic. The first day we brought her home, she attacked my other dog. It was scary and we seriously regretted getting her. She also had this stomach problem which caused her to throw up everywhere all the time. At first, we thought it was the food but after taking her to the vet, we learned she had three stomach viruses. Gross. The problems kept piling up, but no one wanted to take her back. Time went on and her behavior improved. She still behaves poorly, but it’s far better than when we got her. One thing we very quickly noticed is she gets very jealous. Whenever we even call the other dogs name, she comes running
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pessimism

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(Left to Right: Luke, Kayleigh, Sam, Me, Leah, Katelyn) This is a picture of a whole bunch of fake people, except me.  This past summer, I went on a volunteer trip thing in Charleston West Virginia. Charleston is located in Kanawha county; the pronunciation is still up in the air. Anyhow, we were volunteering to help build stuff for people. Some painted homes, some built decks, some did siding, and I tore down a room then started to rebuild it. Helping these different families in need was fulfilling but boy was it hard work. We arrived at our family’s houses at 7 every morning and left around 5, or later. On the last day, I was there until 8:30. We labored away in the blistering July sun all day. Working on the roof in my stylish overalls didn’t help the situation. Nevertheless, we persevered through the week of calorie-burning work. When it was finally time to return back to the shelter, it didn’t seem to get much better. Us and three other groups had set up camp in a huge gy
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Thanks Isaac

I had just started 3 rd grade after a long summer break. I was starting to get comfortable with waking up at 7 every morning and sitting in a boring classroom until 3 then being free on the weekends. That is until my mother picked me up from school on the second Friday of the school year. “Surprise!” she said, “We’re going to Disney!” We packed our bags and drove down Saturday. I was excited. It was mom, sister, me, and a cousin that lives near us. We started the gruesome drive on Saturday morning and finally reached our destination on Sunday afternoon. There, we met up with Granny and another cousin that lives in Florida near her. Us 6 girls in two hotels room provided for a crazy Sunday afternoon. One moment we would be screeching at each other, the next we would be laughing together. It was fun, but it had to end at a relatively early time because we had a huge week ahead of us. The next morning everyone was up bright and early. We quickly got ready and by the time we reach
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G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

By far the earliest memory I have of music was in preschool. I went to this really small preschool called The Little Red Schoolhouse in Florida. We were a very wild group of kids and when nap time rolled around, it was a nightmare. The teachers couldn’t calm us down even hours after trying. One day, one of the staff showed up with a bulky radio. When nap time rolled around, she plugged it in and got the tunes rolling. I don’t remember any of the names of the songs, but they weren’t nursery songs. More like slow breathy love songs. That’s the best way I can describe it. A guy would sing some deep heartfelt line and in her high voice, the female would respond. It’s a very distant memory but sometimes when I hear something similar it takes me straight back.  I don’t even know what genre of music it fits under, but I do know that was probably my first recollection I have of music. Other early memories I have are when I would jam with my grandma. In particular, the song “Glamorous” by F
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A Whole New Sport

 Sports had always been a part of life. I constantly rotated through different sports when I was younger, trying to get a feel for everything to discover what I truly enjoyed. I tried basketball for 3 years, gymnastics for 2, swim for 3 years, cheerleading for 1 year, dance for 1 year, and heck I even tried karate for a solid two lessons before quitting. None of those were for me. Soccer and softball were for me. Softball had given me decent reflexes and a good arm, well along with playing dodgeball literally every day for a year during elementary school. I have been playing softball for 6 years but I think I’m done. Now soccer I have been playing for about 9 years. I really enjoy it and soccer has given me mad leg strength, agility (kind of), and again fast reflexes. However, I have never been to happy with the soccer programs that our area has to offer. I started playing soccer for the park district in 1 st grade and played with them until 6 th grade. I then moved to our local
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YAYA

  My name is Danielle. I’ve had that name since birth and I’ve always had a pretty good relationship with it. My family has a tradition of using the mom’s middle name as the first-born daughter’s name, usually with a different spelling. For example, my grandma's middle name is Rise and my mom's name is Reesa (they are pronounced the same).  My mom's middle name is Danyel and mine is Danielle (again, pronounced the same). So, I guess, it’s really the grandparents that name the baby. Anyhow, I like my name because it is unique, but not too unique. My name isn’t as common as Emma or Mary or Katherine, but it is still common enough to find on a keychain at a souvenir shop. Sometimes I do wish that it had a special meaning to the family, but it was really picked because it sounded good. At a younger age, I kind of felt that my name was too masculine, probably because it was too similar to the name Daniel. Just two letters didn’t make it feel that different. Sometimes kids wo
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