HUM A 6-Richard Humanities 2020-2021

By, Jackson Rolls Fraction Oh, fraction how can you be so cool  You make me so happy I jump in a pool, How you can be proper and improper the next  You are so confusing I can’t read you on text,  Fraction Oh, fraction oh you are not the best You get me confused when I’m taking a test,  How you are so amazing you give me a sigh, You are making stuff hard when I multiply Fraction Oh, the fraction you make life so hard    I can’t even read you when on my math card How you can be proper and improper the next  You are so confusing I can’t read you on text,  Fraction Oh, fraction what do you need more You have me counting like 1, 2, 3, 4 Fraction Oh, fraction where will you go You have still have me in, the thousands or so, 

 by J. Richard February 8, 2021 Oh joyous meadow of deep green! Your array of comforts have no bounds. You warm me in seasons of sun, and delight as you peek from under your blanket of white. Oh joyous ocean of emerald! Your coolness on bare feet is like a mother’s touch. As spring evolves into summer, you spring up from  underfoot like a dry sponge. Oh joyous pastoral monument of solace! How soothing your allure in spring, summer, winter, and fall. Your invitation to stop, play, run, roll, and relax is never refused! Oh joyous beacon of hopeful sage! My affection for you is undying! Your infinite spiritual healing powers and gentle fragrance - reminiscent of home.

 The swim meet.  BEEP! The buzzer went off. At that moment I noticed the swim meet had begun. It was Saturday, I had to wake up early which was dreadful. Of course I was exhausted but I told myself “victory shall soon be in my hand.” Here’s a quick introduction on how the swim meet goes. First you meet your coach. Once you’ve met your coach you will have him/her write on your arm about what you’re gonna swim for the race or I should’ve said the swim meet. They write a number on the right to show when you will swim.  But it’s not like we are gonna dive right into swim meet races. We need warm ups!!!! Warm ups are when you get to practice your swims. You have to swim what your coach wrote on your arm.  So technically after we do warm ups we have diving practice. Diving practice is my fear sometimes. I always feel like someone is holding my foot not letting me go. I once did a belly flop… ANYWAY! After we finished our warm up and diving practices we went straight to bei...

                                                                 The White Sands   It was a cold winter morning. Me and my parents were heading toward a place called the White Sands. The name filled me with wonder. Could a sand ever be white? As I was thinking about the White Sands, we arrived at the White Sands national park guide center. That was a place where we could burrow sleighs, buy White Sands goods, and even food! My parents borrowed 3 sleighs and got us some maps of the White Sands. After that, me and my parents loaded our sleighs into the trunk and we were off to the White Sands. I saw a patch of white glinting in the sunlight faraway, as we neared the White Sands. I started to quiver with excitement. 10 minutes later…. I stepped out of my car, to see hills and hills of pure white sands in front of me. I had...

My hand ached and objected when I first started 1… 2… 3…. Only 7 more pushups to go! 4… 5... 6… My hands screamed and objected until my knees hit the ground and I stopped. The aroma of all kinds of sweat fills the air.  “Ok, 5 SECOND REST!” The PE teacher hollered, “Next exercise, my ULTIMATE FAVOURITE, plank rotation!” Everyone groaned  Let's all die together! I added on in my mind. Push up, twist. Push up, Twist 3… 4…. My head throbbed like a hammer hit my head. 5… 6…. 7….  I stopped at about 8 and my knees protested.  “ That's it folks! Don’t forget to sanitize your hands,” The teacher said as she waved a piece of hair out of her face.  My classmates raced across the field, while I was left behind with a throbbing knee, or I thought I was alone. My friends came by and Zazu said,  “Come on! Your going to be late,” I sprinted with Zazu, Minseo, Eli and Niomi, and my hair splashed into my face like the waves hitting the sand. I changed out of my damp grey t...

                                                                  Tooth If you looked at my front two teeth today, you would never guess that I lost half of one of my adult teeth in 1st grade. That's probably because my dad is a dentist and made a fake one. Anyway, here’s the story of why I don't like sandboxes anymore.  In elementary school, the sandbox was the place everyone went to in recess. I don’t know why, but everyone did. Because my elementary school self didn't want to get left out of the fun, so did I. I didn't know it then, but that was the start of my Post-Traumatic-Sandbox-Disorder(No, that's not actually a thing). One day, me and a few other people were playing in the sandbox, when suddenly, someone threw a shovel at me. It flew into the air. I stopped moving to see where it was headed. Unfortunately, it ...

When I was riding my friend's parents' truck on my way to the beach I watched the sunrise. I had this good feeling I was going to get some good waves that day. We arrived at the beach, waxed our boards and started to get our wetsuits on for the water. Once we were done wrestling our wetsuits to become comfortable on our body. We started for the blood freezing water. Each step across the cold sand felt good because it was my 2nd time out in the water since I broke my finger. The sand started to become more damp than cold each step I took to make it to the water. We arrived watching each wave crash one after another while we put our leashes on and waited for a good time to paddle out. Then we all made a fast break for the water when we saw an opening between waves, we trekked through the water and jumped on our boards. We immediately started paddling trying our best to stay out of the almost frozen water. As we paddled one of the first waves hit it swallowed me while I tried to g...