The price of happiness can be very steep sometimes. Other times it can cost a person nothing. Usually though, there is a price for everything.
Right now in my college prep claass we are reading Ethan Frome. Ethan Frome so far is about a guy named Ethan Frome who is married to an old sickly woman. Ethan is in a loveless marriage and has a huge crush on his wife's cousin, Mattie. Mattie came to work for them as a housekeeper for free to help out Zeena. Although, Zeena only wants her there to make her look like the fool she is. So, why did Ethan marry Zeena? He married her so that he wouldn't be lonely. The price of not being lonely turned out to be having a horrible marriage. Many times something will cost more than it is worth. Other times happiness will be on sale.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
My Move Continued
I first saw Van Meter when my parents took us to get enrolled for school. It looked
nothing like my old school. So, it felt like there was no way school could be the same here as it was in my old school.
The first day was not like it was back home. Then again, it was only my first day while everyone else had been in school for near a month. I feel extremely out of place I thought as David, my guide for the day, showed me to my next class. Why was everyone staring at me? Am I weird? Will I fit in? What are they thinking about me? Then, David and I walked into my college prep class. It had normal students in it just like my old school. The first difference was that there weren’t 30 to 40 people per class. The next one was that everyone was on laptops. I felt even more out of place now because I hadn’t received my laptop yet. David proceeded to introduce me to Mr. Hyer. He was just like any teacher at Coronado, my old high school. Why was I so nervous then? After we were introduced I took a seat and Mr. Hyer started the class. The teacher kept coming to explain different things which was really helpful since I was completely lost. Van Meter’s weird bell came on and signaled the end of class. David showed me to my next class and that class along with the subsequent ones preceded relatively the same. The staring was kind of annoying but people were just curious. This is after all a small town and new students don’t come along often. New kids back home didn’t mean anything. There already was an over abundance of them. Lunch was the most different thing here. At my old school there were two different lunch periods, not four. Each lunch period had more than a thousand kids funneling into our cafeteria and tables out in the quad. Here there were maybe a hundred kids eating lunch. I remember disliking the fact that there were so many kids at my school many times. Now, here I am wishing there were at least 900 more kids in the cafeteria. When I had gotten my food I told myself to walk back to the table David was at. The whole way back I was trying as hard as possible not to trip and spill my lunch everywhere. I wasn’t going to be the laughing stock of the school on the first day. With my amazing coordination I made it to the table with no problems. As I ate I felt like I could get used to this. The school’s lunch program could use improvement, but this isn’t too bad. I went back to class after that and the day continued on as before. The school day ended and I went home. Mission accomplished.
I never had wanted to move. It was my senior year and I was leaving everything I had come to know behind. This caused me to dread Iowa. My mind told me to hate it here. My mind said that my new school was going to be a dump, that everyone was going to be mean, and life was going to be hell here. But I was wrong. Everyone was really nice. Van Meter was different, but not in a bad way. I still really miss Henderson Nevada. Maybe though, I can come to like Van Meter as I did Henderson.
nothing like my old school. So, it felt like there was no way school could be the same here as it was in my old school.
The first day was not like it was back home. Then again, it was only my first day while everyone else had been in school for near a month. I feel extremely out of place I thought as David, my guide for the day, showed me to my next class. Why was everyone staring at me? Am I weird? Will I fit in? What are they thinking about me? Then, David and I walked into my college prep class. It had normal students in it just like my old school. The first difference was that there weren’t 30 to 40 people per class. The next one was that everyone was on laptops. I felt even more out of place now because I hadn’t received my laptop yet. David proceeded to introduce me to Mr. Hyer. He was just like any teacher at Coronado, my old high school. Why was I so nervous then? After we were introduced I took a seat and Mr. Hyer started the class. The teacher kept coming to explain different things which was really helpful since I was completely lost. Van Meter’s weird bell came on and signaled the end of class. David showed me to my next class and that class along with the subsequent ones preceded relatively the same. The staring was kind of annoying but people were just curious. This is after all a small town and new students don’t come along often. New kids back home didn’t mean anything. There already was an over abundance of them. Lunch was the most different thing here. At my old school there were two different lunch periods, not four. Each lunch period had more than a thousand kids funneling into our cafeteria and tables out in the quad. Here there were maybe a hundred kids eating lunch. I remember disliking the fact that there were so many kids at my school many times. Now, here I am wishing there were at least 900 more kids in the cafeteria. When I had gotten my food I told myself to walk back to the table David was at. The whole way back I was trying as hard as possible not to trip and spill my lunch everywhere. I wasn’t going to be the laughing stock of the school on the first day. With my amazing coordination I made it to the table with no problems. As I ate I felt like I could get used to this. The school’s lunch program could use improvement, but this isn’t too bad. I went back to class after that and the day continued on as before. The school day ended and I went home. Mission accomplished.
I never had wanted to move. It was my senior year and I was leaving everything I had come to know behind. This caused me to dread Iowa. My mind told me to hate it here. My mind said that my new school was going to be a dump, that everyone was going to be mean, and life was going to be hell here. But I was wrong. Everyone was really nice. Van Meter was different, but not in a bad way. I still really miss Henderson Nevada. Maybe though, I can come to like Van Meter as I did Henderson.
Friday, October 1, 2010
My move to Iowa
When I first heard I was moving to Iowa I was speechless. Why out of all the other states were we moving to Iowa? This didn't seem like it was going to turn out very well.
I couldn't really fathom what was happening as I got on the plane at five in the morning. The plane was scheduled to fly to Minneapolis and arrive there two and a half hours later. Well, two and a half extremely uneventful hours later we arrived in Minneapolis. I was accompanied by a sore back and the head of the woman next to me on my shoulder. When we touched down there were thunder storms and so all flights were grounded. This led to a backup on the runway and us having to wait for 20 more minutes inside the plane. Finally, we were allowed off the plane and my family and I hurried through the airport to get to on our next flight to Des Moines. This flight was taken on a really small plane that I had to lower my head to walk through. Another 45 minutes later and I was in Des Moines. I look around as I walk into the airport. There are few people in this tiny airport. I wonder, is this how the rest of Iowa is? Does anyone live here? I looked over at my sister and her expression mirrored my thoughts. Fast forward through getting our luggage and rental car to my family sitting in the car driving around Des Moines. There are already so many things that are different from Nevada here. It's green here first of all. I'm used to seeing dirt and shrubs not grass and trees. Why are there so many squirrels here? How can I live here alongside a tree and a squirrel family? I'd rather live next to a coyote and a rattle snake. All the houses are different. There aren't neighborhoods filled with cookie cutter houses. Why is it not a thousand degrees here? We drive past some deer in the woods. What have my parents gotten us into?
To be continued...
I couldn't really fathom what was happening as I got on the plane at five in the morning. The plane was scheduled to fly to Minneapolis and arrive there two and a half hours later. Well, two and a half extremely uneventful hours later we arrived in Minneapolis. I was accompanied by a sore back and the head of the woman next to me on my shoulder. When we touched down there were thunder storms and so all flights were grounded. This led to a backup on the runway and us having to wait for 20 more minutes inside the plane. Finally, we were allowed off the plane and my family and I hurried through the airport to get to on our next flight to Des Moines. This flight was taken on a really small plane that I had to lower my head to walk through. Another 45 minutes later and I was in Des Moines. I look around as I walk into the airport. There are few people in this tiny airport. I wonder, is this how the rest of Iowa is? Does anyone live here? I looked over at my sister and her expression mirrored my thoughts. Fast forward through getting our luggage and rental car to my family sitting in the car driving around Des Moines. There are already so many things that are different from Nevada here. It's green here first of all. I'm used to seeing dirt and shrubs not grass and trees. Why are there so many squirrels here? How can I live here alongside a tree and a squirrel family? I'd rather live next to a coyote and a rattle snake. All the houses are different. There aren't neighborhoods filled with cookie cutter houses. Why is it not a thousand degrees here? We drive past some deer in the woods. What have my parents gotten us into?
To be continued...
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