With championships only a week away, Ashley gets big news: Ralph will be coaching her at the show! He also promised not to leave her like he did last time...thank goodness.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Decade Day!
Advanced History students dress to represent a decade in U.S. History. Leave it to Austin to take this opportunity to make his buddies laugh. He is obviously a 'baby' from the Baby Boomer Decade, right? Or a baby to represent the birth of the country? Hmm. My award goes to Ashley for being willing to ride to school with him. Still I think he is adorable...of course you know what they say about a mother's love:)
Advanced History students dress to represent a decade in U.S. History. Leave it to Austin to take this opportunity to make his buddies laugh. He is obviously a 'baby' from the Baby Boomer Decade, right? Or a baby to represent the birth of the country? Hmm. My award goes to Ashley for being willing to ride to school with him. Still I think he is adorable...of course you know what they say about a mother's love:)
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Safe in the Tackroom
Huddled in a corner with my cat Nermal, I listen as screeching winds pass through every part of the barn except this room, the tack room.
We stare at a small but growing puddle in the middle of the room where drops of rain repeatedly splash.
Plip, Plup, Plip, Plup, Plip.
This was due to a small crack in the ceiling.
The air that was once shooting from under the door was now slowing to a complete halt.
I glanced over at Nermal, she was sleeping.
The room still felt cold and damp but I knew that the storm was over.
By:
Andrew Mancuso
Huddled in a corner with my cat Nermal, I listen as screeching winds pass through every part of the barn except this room, the tack room.
We stare at a small but growing puddle in the middle of the room where drops of rain repeatedly splash.
Plip, Plup, Plip, Plup, Plip.
This was due to a small crack in the ceiling.
The air that was once shooting from under the door was now slowing to a complete halt.
I glanced over at Nermal, she was sleeping.
The room still felt cold and damp but I knew that the storm was over.
By:
Andrew Mancuso
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