Last Day Of Summer

It’s here, the last day of summer. Months and months of vacations, no stress and constant fun has all come down to this. 9 months and about 270 days of school sits in my grasping hand. Close the water parks stop the late night movies and no more fun school is here.
But I must admit I am very excited to get back in the grove of thing and start a new year. I am sitting at my computer with exactly 24 hours and twelve minutes before school starts, continuing to think that this will be a excellent year. The possibility that this year will be worse than last year doesn’t even cross my mind.
Trying desperately to hang out with friends so I know that they feel the same way that I do. Questions cross my mind, will I fail a class? Will I get detention? Is it going to be a good year? Common questions yet eccentric ones at that. Most kids will be thinking, am I going to get a boyfriend or girlfriend this year? I may be thinking that but it’s not on my list for things to worry about. Other kids might be thinking, am I going to be popular this year? That is why my questions are odd but true.
What I’m asking myself is how to I attain the unattainable. Good grades, good friends and continuing to write daily. Questions like these is what makes me frazzled. The odious feeling in the deep reaches my mind tell me that it will be a horrible and boring year. But the nearer places of my mind tell me that this year will be excellent. I am stuck between a bind.
At that cliff hanger note, I bid you all good morrow until a new beginning of seventh grade. Good day.


Noah Reynolds

Soccer Saturday

Bright sun, perfect weather and a soccer field. What does this interpret, a soccer game! I woke up this morning my father standing over me telling me to “get ready, get ready!”
“For what?” I ask him hoping that this event is scheduled for another day. “ Your soccer GAME!” A few curse words and some laundry later we are out the door in our bright orange uniforms. We walk out the door my foot and knee in agonizing pain I sill decide I should play the game. The opponent looks frighting enough but I think that we will win.

I love looking at the field, the green grass and the thought of what will happen once the game has started. Our referee is clearly from a Spanish speaking country with his fancy whistle and his eager mind to make us all hate him, it seems to me that his job is quiet odious. The whistle blows after the first goal the other team makes and I can not stop feeling a pugnacious feeling in my mind. Then three more goals go past me. I happen to be defense, my least favorite position.

My legs feel like they're going to topple right underneath me. The sweat drips from my head. Then we finally get a goal! Three more goals come flying passed the defensive unit of the other team. Now the game is tied, one more slip up and our perfect game is ruined. The offensive unit, including me heads up the field passing in every witch way, the pressure collapses over us. The other team scores.

Presses time is being wasted, Enzo goes flying up the field he is our only hope. He brings his over sized foot back, then brings it forward. The ball goes flying through the air, landing precariously in the middle of the net. Tie!!!


Noah Reynolds

Rocky MOuntain High

Once again an early start, five days and counting. Today was Drew's day off from working at a funeral home. Up at seven in the morning, today we are heading up to the mountains, the beautiful rocky mountains. This will be my very first time the mountains this summer. Crystal blue skies, the perfect temperature in the air.

Anne, Drew and I grab some coffee and head up. Passing by the overpriced houses of the Colorado front range. As we continue on to the foothills, we spot an extremely large helicopter hovering just feet above our car. I feel that today will be a great day. After a few minutes of Anne yelling at the CD player we start up a great mix tape that Drew made. We start the drive by listing to a classic Hollies.

We have reached the mountains, passing by phone wires, lakes and the amazing pine trees as we get higher and higher. As my ears get filled with air it just gets even more beautiful. As the sunflowers wizz by and the clouds dissipate its a beautiful day. All I can hear is the quiet talking of the road below me. Miles and miles away from BC we are sidetracked by ending up in a part of Colorado that even I have never been to. We arrive at Beaver Creek after a assortment of twisty roads and high altitude driving.

Will it end up being a great day? Lets see, with an optimistic feeling and beautiful scenery in my way its looking like a good day after all. The mountains are extraordinarily beautiful, the sun shines off of the tall peaks with small patches of snow at the top. But along with the snow is the most green grass and clear creeks I have ever seen. The flowers move back and fourth in the calming wind. Hotels and resorts crowed the village, but makes it seem like we are in Switzerland. The trees are slightly carrying the sent and sight of early autumn.

After a stupendous meal, we hit the chairlift. Traveling up the side of the mountain is a joyful experience, not for Anne though. We traveled up and down he mountain each three times. I liked it we all could have a very nice private conversation with the sun and the wind in our hair. With a great afternoon under our belt the traveling gets even better. After conversations of classified information we head down to the village to shop. One store had a 2800 dollar frame and mirror. Another shop had a 2300 dress. So like Beaver Creeks slogan, “Not exactly roughing it”

All and all it was a great day. I got in my share of writing and I got to go up to the thing that makes Colorado famous. Hanging out tomorrow with friends. Five days and counting.


Noah Reynolds

Reunion

Another day at THE ONION. Today started like any normal day would, my mussels and bones ache and I am still tired, but today is again a special day. Another day with my friend Coco Davies at the Onion. Same routine, going back and fourth between hundreds of Cd's that I have never heard of or seen in my life. Another day of complete and udder amaze as I still get to work on the ground of the onion's office. And another day of more exciting events.

After a usual day at work I go home and get ready for tonights big school party. The place where old friends and new friends are reunited into one. With my abnormal defect for style I arrive in a Notre Dame football jersey and Grey shorts. My outfit really isn't very welcoming to new or old friends. But it still draws them to me and me to them as group hugs spread out over the campus of the school. High fives, hellos and the occasional high pitch scream from the girls makes it really seem like school is in the air.

Catching up with friends about how great there summer was is a great and way to start a overdue conversation, and I do just that. “I did nothing, not much, nothing to report.” This is all I hear from my friends. And unlike them I did a lot, and much to report. To start off I said I got an internship at the Onion. That was all I had to say before someone was detracted by another friend. I meet up with some of my guy friends, we talk about “Boy Stuff” and set a place and time to get one more hang out time before school starts.

Swimming pool, blue skies and new friends a good start to a hopefully good year. I get home eat something write this post and go to bed. All around a good day.


Noah Reynolds

One Week To Go

Driving up to Boulder Co, and my day is looking good again. The bright sun at eight thirty in the morning shines straight in my eyes. My mussels are still getting use to getting up this early and not being able sleep in. Having to go through most parts of my body to crack the tense mussels and bones. Click, crack as my fingers go when I put my hands together in the best stop. Stretching out my legs by putting them on the dashboard of the car and my arms hanging onto the handle above. First we stop at a friends house. Spend about fifteen minutes there and get on the road. My mom and I start a conversation, that lasted for all of one minute

Today is one week from the first day of school. To put one week into better words, 168 hours, 10,080 seconds and pretty much is closer than I thought. We are now at the Boulder city limits and listing to the radio and finally having a good time. We can see the flatirons and the sky is dark with Grey. The clouds are almost to the ground and the rain is starting.

We get to the city of Boulder and we start out at a nice little vintage store called Feather thy Nest. A great name for a used goods boutique in Boulder. My mother was transporting two designer chairs along with two automatons. But a devastating loss after my mother unfortunately dropped a hand painted glass bottle that she had been trying to give away for years. After a twirl through one more store we start to head back. As fast as we saw some family Cousins they were gone.

So after an nice visit with some cousins and shops we leave. Seven days and counting!


Noah Reynolds

Onion Crazy

Boring day today? No, a excellent day, a great day a perfect day. Today 8-24-09 I got to intern at one of my favorite publications of all time. THE ONION! From there gut busting headlines to there clever weather reports THE ONION is the funniest publication of all time, and I got to see there office but also work on the floor of there office. Was this a result of my amazing writing skills, No it was because of a family friend. But that is not to say in the near future it will be because of my writing. My job today was simple, organize the hundreds of Cd's spread across the floor of our friends office. organize by name of the artist. I thought this would be easy until I got to the office.

Hundreds upon hundreds if Cd's from the classic era of punk to the R&B scene of yesturyear. Piles stacked up on each other. Music that even my music fanatic mind cannot comprehend or even think about without getting a headache. From such titles as “Rain in Hell” to “Native American folk music.” A extremely wide variety of music makes a one's job much more challenging. I try and recognize some of the Cd's but so far I only know the one “Montle Crue”

Even with two hours of work my job sill isn't done, I will be heading back there later this week. I head out of the office with three free buttons, two stickers, one t-shirt and free water. My family friend, her name is Bree Davies. She reviews concerts in Denver and for right now she is my hero. After talking “Writer talk” for fifteen minutes I go home. I say goodbye to Bree and hello to a new tomorrow. Bree's site is www.breedavis.com Thank you Bree.


Noah Reynolds

Dull Day

Literally staring at my clock inside of my room, hearing each second go by, tick, tick. The day is hot and very tedious with nothing to do. A early engagement was fun and exciting. but brings no hope in anyone saving me from this terribly boring and dull day. I remember the fun days of summer, going with my friends to the mall, taking trips a long way from home and adventures of a twelve year old. But it seems that those hey days of summer are long over. Still with my mustache slippers on its almost like I didn't even get out of bed. Now my mind runs wild, “Is this going to last forever?” I ask myself. “Am I going to die?” These thoughts seem to becoming more and more realistic.

“Maybe its nice weather outside,” I step outside and the 94 degree heat hits me like a moving train. I am listing to my dads classic rock album from downstairs. Then I crash to the floor. I get back up fifteen minutes later and start to just count. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,33,34,35,36,100. Over and over again. My head is starting to hurt along with my feet and legs. I can even see the posters move in my room, am I crazy? drugged? half way asleep? All good guesses but I'm just bored!

Noah Reynolds

Before School Blues

Bored, tired, and with nothing to do it is that time of year again. The before school blues. I can't figure out if I'm excited to go back to the place that literally sent me over the edge of depression and stress. Or am I ready to learn something and get back together with all of my friends. When your caught in between a bind of yes and no and of up and down there is really nothing to do but mop and whine. But this year I am trying to beat that terrible but true fact about the before school blues.

As I sit here with my laptop, my eyes rolling at the mire thought of my parents yelling at me after a bad grade on a test. I know it will happen, you know it will happen but am I ready for it to happen that is the real question. TV seems useless when you have seen every commercial possible. Also when the show you are watching is a rerun from earlier today. Taking a nap? No won't work, that will just make me more tired and depressed. Go outside? Absolutely not, it is 95 degrees out there.

So I am left with my last option whinnying to my loyal readers making it seem like a group therapy session. As much as I hate to say this and believe me I hate to say this, I wish I was in school! I cannot take another second of my parents wanting me to do chores, go to the store with them or anything else. My young mind cannot hold all of the time I spend with my parents. The before school blues really has me in its grasp.


Noah Reynolds

Michael Vick

Michael Vick, a dog torturer, a football wizard a fiend may words can describe Mr, Vick and all of those words are in my mind are all true. From his sentencing to federal prison two years ago, to his release just weeks ago Vick has captured the attention of dog lovers, people who don't care and football lovers alike. The charges agents him are terrifying and hard to read or listen to. His career with the Atlanta Falcons launched his popularity sky high. From award winning video games like “MADDEN” have made him one of the most paid players in the NFL. In my experience I have always loved Vick, his amazing ankle breaking running skills to his superb throwing skills. I have always loved him.

But after the charges agents him my love plus my respect for him have both gone way south. After I heard Vick choked, drowned, stabbed and did many other terrible things to dogs that was to much for me to handle. I don't have a dog nor will I ever get one but everyone I know has a dog and dogs love me. In my opinion I think that Vick should spend five more years in jail. He does not deserve the slack that he gets for brutally killing dogs.

If you agree or don't agree with what I had to say than leave a comment. Thanks for reading


Noah Reynolds

Good Day

Today was a great day, I got to be around all of y very best friends by ourselves. I started my wonderful day by going to a not astronomically expensive or ridiculously crowded amusement park “Water World.” I think that the name explains itself by being water park and being pretty fun one at that. With a great sleep and a new diagnosis of plantar fasciitis in m heel. As I was saying, waking up slowly thinking it would be a normal boring day with nothing to do. I walk downstairs but I notice my swimsuit in front of the house completely forgetting what my mother said the day before, “ Be sure to get ready for water world I will be gone in the morning.” So I rush to my brother who of course is already taking a shower. I put on my swim suit and waited outside for y friends. Minutes later a blue car pulls up to the front of my house and my brother and I get in ready for a day of fun.

As we approach the huge park I ask the parent in charge if she will be going 0n any rides with us, and to my astonishment I find out that the day we will not be wondering the park with a adult or even a teenager but just by our selfs. Just five twelve year olds in a giant crowded amusement park for five hours. As you can imagine I was a bit skeptical on this idea. But I decided to chill out and take a break from my constant stress and anxiety. We started the day by going on a steep white slide. With my big belly and dark blue goggles I make the plunge down to the bottom of the slide. My suit was jammed up my butt and the slide gave me a big wedgie which is one of the most uncomfortable things that could happen to me.

The clouds started to roll in and everybody started to leave the park. the most we had to wait in line for was about five minutes as instead to the usual average of about fifteen minutes. Then after a while of fun in the clouds and on the many rides the rain started to pick up and the rides closed. Thirty minutes went by and nothing changed, the rides finally opened and we continued our day. Just about forty minutes later we had to leave. I will admit I had a fun day. I originally didn't want to go or have anything to do with water world but I had a great time.



Noah Reynolds

Two Weeks

Weeks before school stars and as usual I am not prepared. My mandatory reading taunts me as it silently lays very still on the living room counter. My two projects lay untouched in the hard drive of my computer taking up space and my mind runs wiled from the thought of not staying up late, no homework and many more enjoyable things that the last few weeks of summer have to offer. Going back to school, the very thing I hate the most about summer. No more late night blogging and no more free time.


Seventh grade, the middle of middle school. the very bridge between the mature seventh grader and the immature seventh grader. The very gateway of being a teenager. The very thought of turning thirteen in a mire 4 months and about 123 days doesn't even cross my mind thinking that I have made it this far.

Seeing my old friends and of course my old enemies that make me feel right at home. Maybe try and make new friends maybe not. New challenges and new fears await me in the next two weeks. Am I up to the challenge? Well as I sit in my bed ready to count off another last day of sumer I am cowering in fear of the new school year.


Noah Reynolds

Slow Day

Sitting in my house where everyone is either absent or sleeping. The Grey clouds roll in from the west and the wind picks up from the east. Silently writing as I sit on my big red couch pondering life and common sense as we know it. With the Television running and low volume I can see the reflection in the window in front of me. I can barley hear the local news reporter talking about what is happening in the world and in the city. The sun slowly peaks out from the clouds and shines right through the window blinding me with its power. I take the pillow and shield my face, eyes and mouth from the burning light. Even now everything is very quiet and still. Now with the TV off all I can hear is the constant tap-tap of my keyboard and the air slowly exiting my mouth. It is a slow day and that is the way I like it.


Noah Reynolds

Sick Sensation

The reason I have not been posting on my blog so recently is because I have caught the terrible sickness of Influenza. For me it all stated yesterday when I woke up in the morning. I wasn't feeling great but I thought it was just a morning bug, until as I was passing the bathroom the feeling in my stomach started to hurt and I ran inside and vomited. It was so loud that I was in one part of the house and even with a giant fan on my Mother could still hear my gagging and spitting. My mother immediately told me to take a shower and hop in bed. I was still convinced that this was just a morning bug. That was until my headache started up. The pounding force squeeze my head making it feel like it will explode. The constant throbbing of my head and stomach make me feel like this is more than a small bug. Maybe this is a day of terror and pain.
As I try and fall asleep a commercial for Taco Bell comes on and of course that triggers my stomachs security alarm to send out the troops, if you know what I mean. The vomiting continues for hours at a time. My stomach feels like someone is taking a knife and opening it up. As for my head the pain just gets worse as the day goes on. I try and get out of my parents bed one foot at a time. With my first step comes a wave of nausea and pain. With my second step comes a wave of regret. I really have not been this sick in a long long time. I am finally able to drink some liquid but that really doesn't do any good for me. Food is revolting, light is painful, movement makes me feel sick and talking hurts. Today is not a good day to have the flu. Luckily later that evening at 9:00 I am able to walk without feeling sick, I can smell food without vomiting and I feel much better. I guess it really was 24 hours of terror and pain but as I wake up this morning I feel like a new man. My head feels great my stomach is ready for food and I have beat the flu.



Noah Reynolds

Writer Block

I sit by the pool on a hot summer day litterly banging my head agents the table trying to think of an idea to write about. Then it came to me, what bothers a passionate writer more than anything, Writers Block. I am so desperate to write something I am writing about the very thing I hate. I have many tips passed from teachers, parents and even some of my own original ideas about how to beat writers block. One of the most important things to remember is to NEVER just stare at a blank piece of paper or a computer screen. Get up and walk around, passe the floor or even exercise and get your brain running. Another tip is to find a inspiring picture, study the picture and write a story about the picture. One idea is to read another writers article or story, then you can write a similar story or a story on the same topic. Also what works for me is to go into a library or book store and read or skim some of the books there to think of a good idea. Just a little ice breaker is to write some poems to get your brain warmed up and ready to write big poems and stories. Also try taking a really brad subject and shrinking it down into the most particular subject you can think of. An example of that is taking the topic of American History and shrinking it down to a fiction story about a family that all has to fight in the in the revolution. It is pretty easy. One idea is to take a story you have already written and to make a sequel of the first story. Writers block is a frustrating and irritating but it is something that every writer has to go through in there career. Just keep writing whether the story is dull as dishwater or interesting keep writing.


Noah Reynolds

Last Notion III

I made it! Even if I made it on a McDonadles chicken sandwich a couple animal crackers and a Pepsi I still made it. My food on this trip have gone from excellent to terrible. But one dinner meal caught my eye and taste buds the most of all. The name of the restaurant is Jenny Lake Lodge. The name is pretty misleading considering it is nowhere near Jenny Lake and it really isn't a lodge but that is okay. A five course meal awaits me. One starter, a bowl of soup, a salad, one entree and desert. We were greeted by a very tall nice man named Andy. Andy was our waiter, a great waiter at that. Our meal was a fixed price 5 course meal. What the means is that everything on the menu is the exact same price. As I said before the meal is five courses. My first course was a starter, the Duck Confit Croque Monsieur. This little piece of melted cheese and some duck placed on some Italian bread might have been the best starter I have ever placed down my throat. The most amazing French cheese dipped in tomato water makes the perfect beginning for the perfect meal. Next come the soup, a Delicious curry chick pea soup. With the texture and feel of Mexican soup but the amazing taste of authentic Indian curry soup makes is especially thick and harsh. The soup tasted amazing but because of how rich the soup was I was unable to finish the whole thing. Then came the salad, the dressing almost tasted like rasberry sauce mixed with olive oil. With smoked trout one of my favorite fish dishes on top made me think of the coast of Oregon. Then mix between sweet vinaigrette and trout was an amazing combination. Next came the entree. Seared American Kobe Flat Iron steak was my choose. With red potato's on the side covered in salt made my taste buds rocket up in the air. But the true hero in this meal. Sweet wine sauce is easily noticed along with the most perfectly cut of beef I have ever encountered in my life. With just the right amount of crisp and burnt edges makes this Kobe cut amazing to eat. Next comes desert. For me come three soft warm gooey chocolate chip cookies along the side of vanilla bean ice cream. After this meal I could go without food for a month. This last day in Jackson truly has been the best. I am now sitting at my computer along with my brothers at my house. Jackson was nice but nothing beats home.




Noah Reynolds

Last Notion Part II

After a long drive we make it to a small Mormon town in Idaho. This town is called Driggs Idaho. If you are unfamiliar with Driggs it is home to the famous Spud Drive In the famous giant potato. Of course the potato is fake but we will leave that story for another time. Hiking almost 3 miles can make your stomach really want some food. So we went to a nice Italian restaurant in the small town. I will be honest the restaurant didn't have the best food but anything was fine because I was so hungry. And we saw the big potato ( Like I mentioned before). Then a few miles to the south of us is a nice even smaller town by the name of Victor Idaho. Victor is like any western town with one exception. Victor is home to the original Huckelberry Milkshake. This strange mix of our favorite frozen drink and some strange fruit is apparently really good. Orig anally I wasn't going to try the shake bur for the sake of my blog I gave it a try. I can feel the concoction flow down my throat. The sweet saddle vanilla flavor with the sour taste of the berry makes a great treat in the middle of summer. But the shop that the shake is sold is the only place you can get fishing poles and mood rings at the same place. We slowly bring ourselves away from Idaho. From the nice Mormon town of Driggs to my first Huckelberry milkshake. Idaho was a great way to end the afternoon. But the night life has something in store for everyone. Stay tuned.

Noah Reynolds

Last Notion

I wake up with a new feeling. I am no longer sore, I am well rested and I am ready to make my last day in Wyoming the best one. Talks and whispers of a hike at Laurance Rockefeller's wild life Preserve have circulated through out the morning. It is decided we will take a 2.9 mile hike through the woods and valleys of the preserve. With everyone recalling yesterdays rafting trip we decide to kick the adventure down a couple notches as far as exercise goes. We got in our car and drove up to the preserve, unfortunately we are without two people. I wish Nate good luck in his swim meet and Kara a safe flight home. Anyway, the preserve is 2,100 acres donated by the Rockefeller family, luckily we only have to navigate across 2.9 miles of it. Through out the hike it was just my mother, cousin and myself making jokes and talking about our crazy families. We all talked by just joking of course. I had spent the past week or so covered in sunscreen, bugs eating me alive and also having the time of my life. But this special hike was really great in some strange way that the other events couldn't live up to. I recall seeing many people walking in front of us and just saying hello back and fourth between one another. As our group approaches Phelps lake at the base of a mountain seeing clear blue skies reflect upon the surface of the lake. We climbed down on to the shore of the big lake. We can see little ducks and there mother swimming across the blue water. It made me think how important it is to have family and friends who care about you no matter what. I love having family and friends It it has just taken those six ducks to make me think about it. If you love someone don't ever let them go not matter what.


Noah Reynolds

Snake River Rampage

With no sleep and a sore body, it is a usual day in Jackson. Today happens to be the day that the family journeys on to the class two stretch of the famous Snake River. Cutting thought the morning of the day we get on a old school bus with advertisements for rafting photos everywhere. With a Narptilectic feeling in my head I doze off to sleep, skipping all of the beautiful landscape and scenery. I finally woke up 35 minutes later closing in on the drop off spot and I am excited. Our guied for the day is guide Amy, she better be pretty well prepared for this group. Everyone came except my mother, but on the raft was fifteen people. All of us including a family of four. As we embark on the banks of the river traveling through out the canyon of the tall mountains and hills, everyone is ready. From my eighty year old grandparents to my Aunt that has had many bad experiences on the river no matter what we are ready. Eight people on the raft have the title of paddler. As for me I happen to be a sitter. To elaborate on that position all I do is take pictures with a water proof camera and keep my butt sore until the end of the ride. I think that this job fits me perfectly. Rapid number one is a pretty easy class one rapid stage. Although we seem fine I felt a little nervous having a scared but excited aunt and two grandparents that could fall over any moment. As the nervous in my butt start to disintegrate I decided to take a dip in that water at a point in the river called the "Mellow Mile." As I get ready for my dive my brother goes before me and so I think that the water won't be so bad, I was wrong. Even as the water seeps into my shoes I regret this decision. The freezing cold water makes me actually think I will die. Afraid that this terrible fantasy will come true and that I will float down the river without stopping I get back into the boat. As our journey continues we head towards the biggest rapid in this stretch of river. I prepare myself by bending forward and gripping my feet into the rubber boat, and we made it.
Some jokes and a few observations later we find ourselves at the docking spot. Waiting at the bus was the longest five seconds of my life. Then I slowly close my eyes and doze off to sleep.


Noah Reynolds