Digging Up a Persimmon Tree

Easy as it looks, it was the opposite. This does not look that big! Plus, we're just digging it out of the ground? Right?

I was watching a video by Ira Glass in one of my classes the other day and he explained the use of a Anecdote. This seemed interesting so I'm deciding to use it.

I get out of the car and it feels hot! It's about one o' clock so me and my family have enough time to dig out this fruit tree. Besides, it was just a fruit tree. How much harm can it make?

This wasn't an ordinary fruit tree. It is a persimmon tree, producing persimmons that are beyond tasteful. These orange fruits are sweet, rich, and also healthy. Every time I take a bite out of it, the crunchiness sound doesn't bother me at all. It sweetens inside my mouth and keeps my mind fresh.

I walk to the backyard, following my dad. To the far edge of the fence I've found the persimmon tree. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't that small either. I predict this activity may take about thirty minutes. My dad and I grabbed some shovels and started to dig.

Digging, digging, and digging forever! This small looking tree can't be that hard to dig up. We have already dug up a steep hole around the tree and it still would not come out! My shirt started to get dirty. The orange-brown dirt is getting harder the deeper we dig. We tried hard not to pull out the main roots or else the tree would automatically become dead. Sometimes I could hear some small roots crack as I was digging. It sounded as if someone's neck had been cracked. It is too hot for this! It was time for plan B.

In the yard where the the persimmon tree was at there was a couple of strong planks. My dad and I used the plank as way of trying to pull the tree out from underneath. On one side we put a plank underneath the tree hole. We used every inch of our muscles pulling down on the plank, lifting one side of the tree up. It was working! Then we did the same on the other side and finally! It came off. It didn't come off the way I hoped it to, like a hedgehog coming out of its hole, but it came out.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

An Image of Writing Assignment

The Image of Me Writing

          I can't believe all the things I do sometimes when I write. On Wednesday morning, I was on a mission to complete an assignment for my English class. This particular assignment demanded me to record a document of me while I write. This video was about 15 minutes ( it didn't seem long when I was writing, but it looked long as I was watching). The things that I do! Mann!

Before I wrote, it took me a while to think about what should be on the paper. I was literally looking into outer space. Then, I adjusted my paper, picked up my pencil, and began to write. 

Sometimes I would just go all in and write like a monster, or sometimes I would take a long ugly pause to think. What I mean by ugly is that my eyes were looking into into many different places. My face would look either mad, ugly, or even lost at times. Ha! 

A sip of water keeps my tongue from being dry. 

I do all sorts of things to my face when I was reading:
           -Touch my ear
           -Scratch my head
           -Fix my hair
           -Hold my head

At the end of the assignment I would always proofread. 

9/11

9/11 2012

So many things happened on September 9th, 2012. The headline that trended all over the country was the memorial of 9/11. Unfortunately, that didn't really affect my day. Matter of fact, something felt different after my day at school was over.

At about seven o'clock pm I begin to leave UNCC campus. On the way to my car, something felt odd. It wasn't even odd, it was more even. As I was leaving the campus, I felt like nothing was on my shoulder. My classes were over and done. I ate lunch and drunk a cup a frappe. I had a good exercise walking throughout the day. My homework and studying was completed. Nothing was wrong at that point, so I just took my time walking slow. It wasn't too hot; I could feel that good breeze of air touching against my face and messing up my hair.

All I could think about was going home and being able relax while being with my family. It was no worries on my shoulders. I also had this song stuck in my head that really eased me through the walk to my car. haha!

I knew tomorrow was going to be another busy day, but I'm getting used to this schedule. I wish I don't have to worry about anything at the end of day every day, but sometimes things happen.

This was just something I really enjoyed and wanted to write down; And I eventually got to my car! Long, long walk!

My Timeline for Class

TIMELINE

Lake Wylie (July 4th, 2006)

I camped at the lake and had maybe the best time of my life! As I rode on my boat, I can feel the air rushing past my scouts. When I rode on the jet ski, the only thing i wanted to do is fall off! It was just a fun experience.

A Song for a Girl (14 years old)

I use write songs and produce songs with a group of friends. I remember writing a song for a special girl called "Super Girl". After the song was made, I received lots of feedback. 

Compelled by Love 5k (17 years old)

There is a problem in India dealing with sex slavery, so I decided to write about a document on how I lead and directed a group of friends to do something about the sex slavey in India. We took part of a fundraiser for an organization that could help free prostitutes. 

Little Peachling Monologue (17 years old)

In my theatre class I was required to write my own version of a folktale in a monologue version. I did a very fabulous job and it was the most thrilling project I've done in that class. Of course I had to act it out. HA!

My Father (Current Progress)

Everyday I think about what my father has done for me and my family. I have been writing about my dad for a very long time and still hope to continue to write, if not, cherish his accomplishments. 

Someone I always looked up to...

So on the first day in class I couldn't think about what to write about in my new writing diary until it came to me when everyone were half-way done. I wanted to write about someone who plays a very important part of my life, maybe the most, who know?

I never realized how much this man has done for me and maybe I may not get the chance to really see all that he has done for me, but what I do know is that he is my father.

People may say that their father has always been there for them, or they may also say that there father can go to hell. Everyone looks up to somebody, may be a pro-football player, a CEO, their mom, themselves, and that is what drives someone in life.

I remember as a kid I use to complain a lot, and my dad gave me what I wanted until one day he couldn't take it no more. Man, my dad use to beat the living crap out of me! I remember when he held me like a dead chicken by its legs and use a tool to whip me. haha!

I think that at the age of 16 was when I realize my dad was everything to me. He taught me what school couldn't teach me. He raised me to become man, someone who can provide and take care of himself and others.

I got a chance to work with my dad over the summer and man! I could't work like that! I wonder how my dad put up with it?

My dad is not only a father, he is the best father in the whole world. What always got to me is the fact that he made something out of nothing.