Why I Wear Shoes

Why I wear shoes? Good question, I wear shoes because in most places you’re not allowed to go in without shoes on. I would much rather not wear shoes; in most cases it’s much more comfortable not to wear them. Every year I can’t wait till summer so I can go bare foot and throw my shoes in my closet for the summer. I love running around feeling the bare earth on my feet, and when it rains the mud squishing between my toes. Hot summer days are the best days to go without shoes, walking on the hot asphalt roads popping tar bubbles as I walk. Also I love hiking and walking on trail’s bare foot. I have walked through Watkins Glen bare foot and near my town there is a place called Chimney Bluffs and I walk that bare foot too. They are very rough and hard on the feet, but well worth it because it feels so great to be without shoes. Shoes are nice in the winter, and also important in keeping our feet warm in the snow but once summer comes around there really isn’t a need for shoes they are just to confining and uncomfortable. I don’t understand why stores have such issues with shoes especially the stores on the beach. Who wears shoes on the beach anyway, and when you don’t you can’t go into the store or you will get kicked out? When you do go without shoes you do have to be cautious and aware of what you are walking on because if you don’t you could have a lot of injuries on your feet, well mostly cuts. It does take time to adjust your feet to the rough terrain and the different temperature’s. But being bare foot isn’t for the weak.

Comedy!

Comedy is a form of entertainment it can be a movie or a play. Comedy can also be about real life but most of the time is made up, drama is a big part of comedy helping to make it more drastic and ???. Comedy isn’t anything new; it actually is an old form of entertainment when they would bring in jesters to castles to keep all the wealthy people entertained and happy. Another form of comedy is mimes, people would higher then to entertain, and even though they didn’t speak it was still a form of comedy.  There are so many forms of comedy. So comedy isn’t anything new it’s been going on for years. I really like comedy but sometimes some people think that there funny and they’re not. But everyone has different idea on what is and isn’t funny. If there wasn’t any comedy in life we would all die from boredom. To think about life like that is scary how would we live? What would we do with ourselves?

Topic of choice

A hobby of mine is swimming. I taught myself to swim at a young age, well that’s what my parents said and I’ve been swimming since. When I was younger one of my favorite things to do was spend the summer days swimming in my pool at my house, I would spend all day in the pool and end up with horrible sun burn. I’ve swam for 7 years and competitive swam for four of the seven years. I would rather swim than anything else because it is so fun and such a good thing to do to waste time or stay active. As I got older I joined cougar cubs, a competitive swim team for younger kids that couldn’t be on a school team yet. I did cougar cubs until 8^th grade. Then my freshman year I joined the swim team because I messed up my knee’s doing soccer. I learned to love swim team mainly because of my coach, who was also my coach for cougar cubs. He taught us girls to love swimming because it was in our hearts; he really helped me improve both physically and mentally with my swimming. He taught us to swim because we loved it and loved to be in the water, not just for winning because we never did that much but I still never wanted to do anything else. My junior year I was in a car accident and had a medal rode put in my leg and thought my swimming career was over, but with physical therapy I was able to get back into the pool for the end of my senior year as a swimmer. It took a lot of hard work to be able to swim my senior year, but I managed to swim in a couple of our meets at the end of the year. I even managed to go to sectionals with my team. I also managed to place a couple of second places in sectionals and had a good year.

Expectations 1

I’m not sure what I expect out of myself. I do know that I expect that I will do what I can to get a degree and get out of college, and more importantly get a degree in what I want to do for a living. Besides that I don’t really have any plans or really any goals besides getting a job that I will enjoy. I plan on getting a job and moving out of state to somewhere warmer so I can’t get out of the cold and snow. School wise I hope to be able to get at least B’s in all my classes and graduated in 2012 with all my friends.  This doesn’t look to promising unless I can handle 19 credits a semester but I plan on doing my best to make it there. Another expectation isn’t really for me, well kind of but I expect, well I hope that my doctors will be able to dull the pain in my leg or get rid of it. But that probably won’t happen either. This school year I and my roommate are trying our best to get to our goals and become healthier and live better and happier lives. This semester I’m kind of living at the dorms at college but it’s not working out very well, so I expect by my following year at school I will not be living at the dorms but rather with my friend and her boyfriend, in a apartment. The reason why is because the people that live here are so rude and loud, it’s hard to get a good night’s sleep or even to get anything productive done during the day. Also how much I pay to live in the dorms is the biggest waste of money ever, especially since there is nothing but issues with the water and heat.

1 memory

One memory that I have is the memory of my car accident. It was in May at the end of the month on a Sunday. It was my dad and I out driving around because we had nothing better to do. My dad was driving and some guy decided to make a left hand turn right in front of us. It was a pretty bad car accident. The guy that hit us wasn’t really injured, but my dad and I were trapped in the car. It took the fire department a half hour to get my dad out. Then I was in the car for another half hour. The car was destroyed and no one knows how we lived. The worst part of that memory was after the impact when I finally fully realized what happened, was knowing that I couldn’t get out and my dad wouldn’t even look at me because he was scared that I died. But after we realized we were kind of ok the car started smoking which once my dad lost his cool that’s when I started to panic. It was one of the worst things that have ever happened to me. My dad and I still have nightmares about the accident because what if the other guy was going just a little faster, or what if the fire department took longer to get there, what if my car was a few year’s older? You shouldn’t think about the past but it gets hard. But there were some positive things that came from that accident, I decided to do something with my life and go to school. Also how rewarding it was to learn to walk again and learning how to do the simplest things that we everyday take for granted. I’m not 100% back to how I was but I always try to find the better in life now and always live for the moment because you never know what day will be your last.