On My Lovely Bathrobe

Posted On October 13, 2009

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 I was recently given a bathrobe, and I really like it. In fact, I use it as a general keep-warm thing. I do everything from wearing it over my clothes to sleep in it.


Yup, it’s fall…

Posted On October 13, 2009

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…bloody fall again. We are in the middle of a storm over here in Oakland. The winds have been blowing at seven-point-something, hard enough to blow the rain, from what it looks like, nearly horizontally, so my rain measuring device says that it is not raining.

Boy, am I glad I’m staying home!

My Writing 10/1/09

Posted On October 3, 2009

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Sorry for not writing a lot in the last few weeks, It’s just that I’ve been studying and practicing for the 7th grade writing test, as well as writing in my journal. So here is my latest piece:

The One Mile Jog

by Zach Zimmerle

I was in front of the Hickman Resource Center, just out from speech therapy, unlocking my bike, thinking about how I was going to jog a mile. But maybe thinking is not quite the right word, I was dreading it. So, I obviously was not very happy when I biked over to the long, narrow park that I jog in.

When I got there dad solemnly told me what I was doing. Then I handed everything that could weigh me down to him. After that, I used the restroom. When I got back from the restroom, I got ready to jog.

Ready,…” Dad said slowly, in a way that foreshadowed something sudden and massive.

Set,…” He continued in the same tone.

GO!!” He thundered.

I started jogging, trying to get into a rhythm, and at first it felt decent. But then two to three minutes into it I started to hurt . By four or five minutes it became obvious that I was slowing up. But after maybe ten minutes I made it to halfway, turning around to do the other half. For the rest of the jog I kept a rhythm, thump thump thump thump… thump thump….

I was supposed to sprint the last twenty or so yards. However, I decided that it would be easier if I did the thirty yard before that faster than I would normally. And guess what!? I was successful!

After that we had lunch at Emery Market. In fact, dad was happy enough with me that he took me to the nearest bookstore. Then we went to the library. But best of all, when I got home I was free.

All of that has got me thinking. You know, ever since I did it, I have been feeling sort of exhilarated. But that is not all, it seems like dad has been acting a little nicer on me.