I had just walked through the doors of Orchard Park and travelled down the dungy hallways to my locker. After getting my exercise science binder and books, I turned the corner to go to the second floor and I bumped right into someone.
“Whoa! Watch where you’re walking!” the person yelled with a high pitch voice.
I bent down to help pick up the books scattering the floor when I decided to look at who had collided into me. It was my best friend, Sofia, who was covered in rashes!
“WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR FACE!?” I screamed the moment my eyes caught sight of her face.
Sheepishly Sof replied by saying, “…urhhhm what are you talking about?”
It was then when we ran to the closest bathroom, the beach one in the computer hallway, and glared into the mirror.
“WHAT THE F***…”
I was speechless, all I could manage to do was stare into the reflective glass, because I had no idea what to say.
“Carly! I can’t go around school looking like a blotchy six foot monster!”
“Should I call my mom? Go to the school nurse? The office? Want me to take you home?”
That was all my brain could muster up, so I called my mom.
“Hey mom, Sof has a red rash all over her body, what should I do?”
“I’m no doctor, but I think you should bring her to the office at school.”
I hung up my cell phone and we headed straight to the office to talk to the secretaries. After a few minutes of chatting, they agreed that the two of us should head home because Sof may be contagious. We headed to her house, her mom checked the situation, and we went right to the walk-in clinic.
“Yes, just what I thought…Sofia Vavan you have scarlet fever. It’s very contagious for the next 48 hours so the two of you should watch out” the trained physician replied with a sincere nod.
The man dressed in a white coat and glasses gave her antibiotics and we left the building and got into the car.
“Lucky me…” was all Sof could manage to say after receiving her diagnosis.
I didn’t end up catching scarlet fever, and I am very happy about that since Sof ended up cooped up in her house for 8 days straight.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
THEY'RE MY FAVS!
At the end of August 2008, my family and I travelled to New York City to take in the city that never sleeps. One of the nights we saw a Broadway show, “In the Heights”, and I absolutely LOVED it! The moment the show ended we ran to the counter and purchased the soundtrack, and bought a program. That show was unforgettable because of the emotion that it brought to the audience through the situations the actors were going through. It was amazing that even though I sat in those seats for just a short few hours, I was feeling the pain they felt when a loved one died or the happiness that made them jump for joy when the lottery was won.
"Griffin and Pheonix" was one of the latest movies I sat down and watched, and I thoroughly enjoyed it! The plot of the movie was very inspiring, considering both of the actors were dying and ended up falling in love for the last days of their lives. I thought the whole movie was so sweet because they had such a great time in each other’s arms up until the day they passed away. The storyline really captured my heart.
What also catches my attention is originality, and the show that satisfied my creative side was "The Blue Man Group". What they do with tubes and paint is just plain crazy! The creativeness starts once the men hit the stage smothered in blue paint. Then come the abstract sound equipment they play around the stage space, which are made out of tubes, sticks and metal. I enjoyed that show because it’s so different compared to anything I had ever seen before because the creativity was a 10!
Back when I was around 12 I was obsessed with the movie "Enough", starring Jennifer Lopez. My mom didn’t understand why I loved it so much; it was about an abusive husband. She finally realized what intrigued me so much about this movie once she finally sat down and watched it, and it was the lesson that it taught viewers. The lesson that I learned when I watched it was, to stand up for myself. Movies aren’t only for entertainment but the lessons that shine through in the end.
The exaggeration throughout the pages of "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" made me laugh out loud multiple times! Tucker Max writes about his life as the drunken asshole every single girl hated to be around. I have never enjoyed a book like I did when I read Tucker Max`s story, because of the many hilarious shenanigans he got himself into throughout his life.
"Griffin and Pheonix" was one of the latest movies I sat down and watched, and I thoroughly enjoyed it! The plot of the movie was very inspiring, considering both of the actors were dying and ended up falling in love for the last days of their lives. I thought the whole movie was so sweet because they had such a great time in each other’s arms up until the day they passed away. The storyline really captured my heart.
What also catches my attention is originality, and the show that satisfied my creative side was "The Blue Man Group". What they do with tubes and paint is just plain crazy! The creativeness starts once the men hit the stage smothered in blue paint. Then come the abstract sound equipment they play around the stage space, which are made out of tubes, sticks and metal. I enjoyed that show because it’s so different compared to anything I had ever seen before because the creativity was a 10!
Back when I was around 12 I was obsessed with the movie "Enough", starring Jennifer Lopez. My mom didn’t understand why I loved it so much; it was about an abusive husband. She finally realized what intrigued me so much about this movie once she finally sat down and watched it, and it was the lesson that it taught viewers. The lesson that I learned when I watched it was, to stand up for myself. Movies aren’t only for entertainment but the lessons that shine through in the end.
The exaggeration throughout the pages of "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" made me laugh out loud multiple times! Tucker Max writes about his life as the drunken asshole every single girl hated to be around. I have never enjoyed a book like I did when I read Tucker Max`s story, because of the many hilarious shenanigans he got himself into throughout his life.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE GUESSED THIS HAPPENED BUT...
You would never have guessed this happened but...
I was roaming Pearson International Airport when all of a sudden this tall, dark and handsome man came rushing through the door to my right and knocked me right out of the soles of my shoes! I face planted right onto the freshly polished tiles. The rushed man picked me up and shot me a friendly smile with his pearly whites and we began to chat. Our crazy conversations got so intense that before we knew it, we began to shout! The various travellers around us were glaring at us with horrible stares and we suddenly realized our loud voices. We tones down our voices and it was just at that moment that a grey-haired man wearing red, thick framed glasses yelled “Much better! Inside voices!” We decided that he must be an elementary school teacher who yells constantly at kids in the hallway up until the minute they board the yellow school bus at the end of the day. Poor kids! Our mouths were still moving, causing conversations to keep pouring out. Who is this man!? Whoever he is, he sure is interesting! Our location in the airport had not changed until a gigantic woman dressed in a pink raincoat came parading by, taking up the whole area with her open umbrella. It was then when we left our spot and started to walk to the baggage drop check-in place. The man let me go first, being a lady and all. The moment we got through to our terminal, food became the topic of conversation and Mc Donald’s was our next stop. Two junior chicken value picks meals later, assembled with iced tea and fries, we were very full. I sure went over the edge eating all of that! I was definitely going to need that barf bag that lay in the seat ahead of me on the plane. You see, that was how we both met. Thanks for coming to our wedding, and I swear to you, that is exactly how it all went down.
I was roaming Pearson International Airport when all of a sudden this tall, dark and handsome man came rushing through the door to my right and knocked me right out of the soles of my shoes! I face planted right onto the freshly polished tiles. The rushed man picked me up and shot me a friendly smile with his pearly whites and we began to chat. Our crazy conversations got so intense that before we knew it, we began to shout! The various travellers around us were glaring at us with horrible stares and we suddenly realized our loud voices. We tones down our voices and it was just at that moment that a grey-haired man wearing red, thick framed glasses yelled “Much better! Inside voices!” We decided that he must be an elementary school teacher who yells constantly at kids in the hallway up until the minute they board the yellow school bus at the end of the day. Poor kids! Our mouths were still moving, causing conversations to keep pouring out. Who is this man!? Whoever he is, he sure is interesting! Our location in the airport had not changed until a gigantic woman dressed in a pink raincoat came parading by, taking up the whole area with her open umbrella. It was then when we left our spot and started to walk to the baggage drop check-in place. The man let me go first, being a lady and all. The moment we got through to our terminal, food became the topic of conversation and Mc Donald’s was our next stop. Two junior chicken value picks meals later, assembled with iced tea and fries, we were very full. I sure went over the edge eating all of that! I was definitely going to need that barf bag that lay in the seat ahead of me on the plane. You see, that was how we both met. Thanks for coming to our wedding, and I swear to you, that is exactly how it all went down.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
IT'S A HARD KNOCK LIFE FOR US
My family and I have some very tough times.
Every single time someone reaches into my bucket, I think I am about to recieve some love but instead I am abused.
I am thrown into the air at great heights, but these wicked people don't seem to care about my fear of heights.
I am hit again and again and again, multiple times.
Sometimes my body gets grass stained or covered in dirt.
At least when it rains, it washes away all of the reminence of my abuse, but I do get a little chilly.
Sometimes people save me from my constant abuse by cradling me in their glove, it's nice and soft in there.
I am eventually tossed back into a bucket after a few hours of abuse, and get to visit with my wounded family.
I am a baseball.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
CHOMP! CHOMP! CHOMP!
1. The number one book I would eat is the play I read in grade 11, Shakespeare's Macbeth. I cannot stand Shakespeare! Why do we have to read the same exact books that our parents read!? You would think that the curriculem would have more up to date books for students to read, but that is far from the truth! I think the like or dislike of Shakespeare all depends on the teacher and their translation techniques. The only play of his I didnt mind was Hamlet because Mrs. Deckert translated very well to the class. Though, I still think that all Shakespeare plays should burn away into a thin dust and blow away forever.
2. Secondly, I would eat the book "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell", actually I would inhale it because I would want to eat this book so fast! Tucker Max has a personality to die for! I think he is absolutely HILARIOUS! He is really such a complete asshole but the antics he gets into are way too funny!
3. The third book that I would chew up and digest would be "Smashed" by Koren Zailckas. She wrote about her alcoholic life and I just want to eat it all up to understand what she was going through and understand her mind set. I think it would be very interesting to sit in on somebody else's way of life and thoughts.
4. Life of Pi should definitely be eaten up and spit right back out! That book takes forever to read because the descriptive words just take over and all you see is gibberish. I thought it was a very odd book to have to read because the symbolism is not obvious and you clearly need help from teachers to read it. I though it was a dreadful book to read and have to endure.
5. Lastly, I would eat "Green Eggs and Ham" by Dr. Seuss. I would love to find out what those green eggs taste like compared to our everyday normal eggs.
2. Secondly, I would eat the book "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell", actually I would inhale it because I would want to eat this book so fast! Tucker Max has a personality to die for! I think he is absolutely HILARIOUS! He is really such a complete asshole but the antics he gets into are way too funny!
3. The third book that I would chew up and digest would be "Smashed" by Koren Zailckas. She wrote about her alcoholic life and I just want to eat it all up to understand what she was going through and understand her mind set. I think it would be very interesting to sit in on somebody else's way of life and thoughts.
4. Life of Pi should definitely be eaten up and spit right back out! That book takes forever to read because the descriptive words just take over and all you see is gibberish. I thought it was a very odd book to have to read because the symbolism is not obvious and you clearly need help from teachers to read it. I though it was a dreadful book to read and have to endure.
5. Lastly, I would eat "Green Eggs and Ham" by Dr. Seuss. I would love to find out what those green eggs taste like compared to our everyday normal eggs.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
MY MOST VIVID CHILDHOOD MOMENT
Sadly, the worst day of my life is the memory that takes over my childhood memories.
It was grade 3 during the school strike and my brother Chris and I spent the entire time with our dad, in our pajamas just watching Anne of Green Gables and playing games. We loved every single minute of it, but one day all of that turned into the last good memory I made with him.
Not too long after those few weeks, we found out my dad had stage four colon cancer. Our household went from a happy atmosphere to the most depressing place to endure. He soon went into the hospital to get treatment and surgeries, but that only made him worse. I only clearly remember going to visit him once and I had brought him a snow globe that I made him from scratch. What a crafty kid I was, wow. I remember the huge smile on his face as I put that snow globe into the palms of his pale, clammy hands, as he told me "I’ll love you forever". That was the last time I saw him in that horrible hospital, and I am actually very happy about that. Since my mom was going through such a tough time, she sent Chris and me to my aunt and uncle's house for a while.
I soon turned from the constant smiling girl into the quiet girl who was hard to talk to. Our cousins Carissa and Stephen would try very hard to make Chris and I have fun and get out and about, and my brother definitely got caught up in all of that. Chris was only seven when all of this was going on, so he didn't quite understand the reality of it all. All he knew was that daddy was sick.
After spending a few nights at my Aunty Linda's we woke up to a house that was full of the smell of Christmas. The scent of cinnamon and Christmas tree was filling the air, that scent always made me feel great but not that morning. As soon as I woke up, I fled down the stairs and into the living room where I found my aunt, uncle and two cousins sitting together with puffy red eyes taking over their faces. Without a word being said I just knew something was wrong. My aunt woke Chris up and he came downstairs looking like he didn't have a problem in the world, just smiling away. Stephen offered us drinks as if he was a waiter and Chris "ordered" eggnog, and I declined the offer. I just wanted to get to the chase, what the hell had happened that would place us all in the room so awkwardly!? Soon after Chris got his festive drink, Aunty Linda told us that our dad had passed away late last night after his surgery had gone wrong. I knew that she was going to tell us that but I don't think I was really ready for it. I had no idea what to say, one tear ran down my face and soon after, I was the one running up the stairs. I buried my face into fresh pillows and just started to cry. Not too long after, all I could feel was my Aunt's hand rubbing my back.
I will never forget that day and the smell of Christmas in the air which was just begging you to smile and be merry for Santa who was soon on his way, but a smile could not be placed on my face.
When I think about it now, I am happy I never saw him suffering in the hospital and that my mom had not given the news to us. I remember the good times and try to keep that memory out of my mind, but it’s hard. I find it very hard to remember anything in my childhood that occurred before that moment. I see the many pictures I have as a kid and they are just pictures and I am just smiling away, but the memories of that day barely come to mind even though they are in my head somewhere I suppose.
To this day I have not had a glass of the popular Christmas drink, eggnog, and hate to have my back rubbed. Even though I enjoyed it as a child, I have turned my nose up to both since the morning of December 3rd, 2000.
It was grade 3 during the school strike and my brother Chris and I spent the entire time with our dad, in our pajamas just watching Anne of Green Gables and playing games. We loved every single minute of it, but one day all of that turned into the last good memory I made with him.
Not too long after those few weeks, we found out my dad had stage four colon cancer. Our household went from a happy atmosphere to the most depressing place to endure. He soon went into the hospital to get treatment and surgeries, but that only made him worse. I only clearly remember going to visit him once and I had brought him a snow globe that I made him from scratch. What a crafty kid I was, wow. I remember the huge smile on his face as I put that snow globe into the palms of his pale, clammy hands, as he told me "I’ll love you forever". That was the last time I saw him in that horrible hospital, and I am actually very happy about that. Since my mom was going through such a tough time, she sent Chris and me to my aunt and uncle's house for a while.
I soon turned from the constant smiling girl into the quiet girl who was hard to talk to. Our cousins Carissa and Stephen would try very hard to make Chris and I have fun and get out and about, and my brother definitely got caught up in all of that. Chris was only seven when all of this was going on, so he didn't quite understand the reality of it all. All he knew was that daddy was sick.
After spending a few nights at my Aunty Linda's we woke up to a house that was full of the smell of Christmas. The scent of cinnamon and Christmas tree was filling the air, that scent always made me feel great but not that morning. As soon as I woke up, I fled down the stairs and into the living room where I found my aunt, uncle and two cousins sitting together with puffy red eyes taking over their faces. Without a word being said I just knew something was wrong. My aunt woke Chris up and he came downstairs looking like he didn't have a problem in the world, just smiling away. Stephen offered us drinks as if he was a waiter and Chris "ordered" eggnog, and I declined the offer. I just wanted to get to the chase, what the hell had happened that would place us all in the room so awkwardly!? Soon after Chris got his festive drink, Aunty Linda told us that our dad had passed away late last night after his surgery had gone wrong. I knew that she was going to tell us that but I don't think I was really ready for it. I had no idea what to say, one tear ran down my face and soon after, I was the one running up the stairs. I buried my face into fresh pillows and just started to cry. Not too long after, all I could feel was my Aunt's hand rubbing my back.
I will never forget that day and the smell of Christmas in the air which was just begging you to smile and be merry for Santa who was soon on his way, but a smile could not be placed on my face.
When I think about it now, I am happy I never saw him suffering in the hospital and that my mom had not given the news to us. I remember the good times and try to keep that memory out of my mind, but it’s hard. I find it very hard to remember anything in my childhood that occurred before that moment. I see the many pictures I have as a kid and they are just pictures and I am just smiling away, but the memories of that day barely come to mind even though they are in my head somewhere I suppose.
To this day I have not had a glass of the popular Christmas drink, eggnog, and hate to have my back rubbed. Even though I enjoyed it as a child, I have turned my nose up to both since the morning of December 3rd, 2000.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
25 THINGS!
1. family
2. summer
3. Egypt
4. Tanzania
5. California
6. England
7. friends
8. weekends
9. boyfriend
10. volleyball
11. fast-pitch
12. my future
13. parties
14. cottage life
15. summer job
16. my life
17. christmas
18. adoption
19. world hunger
20. camping
21. haircuts
22. music
23. movies
24. exercise
25. fast food
2. summer
3. Egypt
4. Tanzania
5. California
6. England
7. friends
8. weekends
9. boyfriend
10. volleyball
11. fast-pitch
12. my future
13. parties
14. cottage life
15. summer job
16. my life
17. christmas
18. adoption
19. world hunger
20. camping
21. haircuts
22. music
23. movies
24. exercise
25. fast food
Monday, February 2, 2009
ALL ABOUT ME!
Carly Jane Alexandra Wallwork, yeah its long..26 letters to be exact.
I travel the world, WOO!
My favourite trip has to be the one we took last March break to Egypt!
It was AMAZING!
You see pictures of the pyramids and think they're big right?
Well, they're actually HUMONGOUS!
I love travelling to different places and experiencing the different cultures, food, and just seeing how they differ from Stoney Creek.
This March break coming up, we are going to TANZANIA..thats in Africa if you didn't know.
CAN'T WAIT!
I have been an athlete since I could walk.
I started out with dance and soccer and hated every single minute of it.
Next I went to baseball, and enjoyed it!
Then to basketball and I stuck with that for a long time!
Up until this year I have played rep basketball and rep fast-pitch for 5 years.
At the end of the seasons last year I decided it was enough, I was not having as much fun as I used to and didn't take it as serious.
Now, I stick to school sports.
I lived with my mom, Nancy, my dad, Marty, and my brother, Chris, until my dad passed away 9 years ago.
Just another bump in the road i supose.
We still are the Wallwork Family!
This is my last year of high school, and I can't wait to get into the university world.
I applied to Gueph for English, Nipissing for English and again for Phys-Ed, and lastly to Lakehead for English.
I have been accepted to Nipissing and Lakehead, but I am waiting for my first choice, Guelph.
In the end of my schooling my goal is to go and teach English is foreign countries, so I can pursue my career as well as travel the world.
After that, I am thinking I will become a high school English and Phys-Ed teacher.
What I really want out of becoming a teacher is to be able to coach sports!
But, who knows what will really end up happening!
And thats me..Carly Wallwork!
I travel the world, WOO!
My favourite trip has to be the one we took last March break to Egypt!
It was AMAZING!
You see pictures of the pyramids and think they're big right?
Well, they're actually HUMONGOUS!
I love travelling to different places and experiencing the different cultures, food, and just seeing how they differ from Stoney Creek.
This March break coming up, we are going to TANZANIA..thats in Africa if you didn't know.
CAN'T WAIT!
I have been an athlete since I could walk.
I started out with dance and soccer and hated every single minute of it.
Next I went to baseball, and enjoyed it!
Then to basketball and I stuck with that for a long time!
Up until this year I have played rep basketball and rep fast-pitch for 5 years.
At the end of the seasons last year I decided it was enough, I was not having as much fun as I used to and didn't take it as serious.
Now, I stick to school sports.
I lived with my mom, Nancy, my dad, Marty, and my brother, Chris, until my dad passed away 9 years ago.
Just another bump in the road i supose.
We still are the Wallwork Family!
This is my last year of high school, and I can't wait to get into the university world.
I applied to Gueph for English, Nipissing for English and again for Phys-Ed, and lastly to Lakehead for English.
I have been accepted to Nipissing and Lakehead, but I am waiting for my first choice, Guelph.
In the end of my schooling my goal is to go and teach English is foreign countries, so I can pursue my career as well as travel the world.
After that, I am thinking I will become a high school English and Phys-Ed teacher.
What I really want out of becoming a teacher is to be able to coach sports!
But, who knows what will really end up happening!
And thats me..Carly Wallwork!
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