Little Boy Martin

So I had an assignment for my Writing class, I was supposed to bring a children's book about Martin Luther King Jr, Helen Keller, or Thanksgiving, so we could analyze it for the authors voice. I didn't know that was WHY we had to bring it to class before hand, so when I forgot about the assignment until the night before, I decided to write my own, my class mates thought it was a real hoot, so I scanned it onto here for the whole world to enjoy. Please, don't criticize my art-work, I'm a writer, not an artist.

Getting Lucky on the Way to Vegas

This Past week has been a very eventful one for me. on monday I left on a trip to Las Vegas for the Boise State vs. U of U Bowl game. Of all the people who may or may not see Vegas in their life, I have to think that i'm one of a few to take the view I did. For I was not there for the gambling, peepshow, or other forms of classy entertainment that my colleagues were looking forwards to. I was there to perform at a football game I didn't care for and to fulfill the commitment I'd made in august when I signed up for the U of U marching band.

On the way there, my tour bus collided with a blue mini-van that had spun out of control due to weather conditions. Sitting reading my book and simultaneously watching the movie that was playing, I remember hearing the bus driver yell "oh no!" seeing the blue van spin into and hit the right side of the bus, and fly past us as we slowed down and pulled to the side of the road. the jolt was only enough to throw me forward in my seat, and luckily, very luckily, as the driver's side of the blue van was just T-boned by a bus full of college students, everyone escaped without a scratch and the blue van's passengers where only slightly hurt with bruises and the like. I had flash-backs to the crash that happened last year as we learned that the bus we had supposed to get on had been switched: meaning a different man would have been driving the bus that got hit, and I remembered the bus driver almost swerving to try to avoid the bus, but then correcting realizing that any attempt at dodging would put us over the edge of the road, onto similar terrain as the crash last year had been, only wet. I am so grateful that everyone was alright, and I feel blessed to have everyone escape so unscathed.

The rest of the week I spent doing two things, reading my book, a new favorite: "The Way of Kings" by Brandon Sanderson, I'm going to write a post soon promoting this book and sharing my favorite parts of it, this is the kind of book our children should be studying in school 10 years down the line. I know, Sci-Fi, but it has more literary and moral value for this time of corrupt leadership and religious activism than I would say even Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn had during the time of racial prejudice. The second thing I did was with the Band, Performing, but that's not nearly as interesting.

Getting back Thursday night, today is christmas and I'm going to write another post, about today and this post might just get swallowed into obliviousness, which is just fine with me.

I HATE THE BOOKSTORE!!!!!

Ok, so I went to the bookstore today, you know, the one on campus that everyone usually just walks around but never actually goes into? That one. Origionally I had intended to buy some staff-paper for music dictation, and maybe brows through the sci-fi section and see if there is any new books.

Forgive me for being captain obvious, but I never found the Staff paper. I walked in there, smelled the pages of countless unread books calling to me, and immediately preceded to spend the next 40 minutes drooling over books I don't have enough money to buy. Brandon Sanderson, my favorite author, has just started a new series of books, which look equally appealing to my eye as a suitcase of money would to a miser's. I saw the book sitting on the shelf, all 5 pounds of it's 300,000+ pages, rubbed it for a bit, put it down, and then bought the 8 dollar still equally as awesome book Warbreaker, also by Brandon Sanderson. Mommy? can I have my Christmas Present 3 months early? I know what I want and I want it reaaaalllly bad....

I can never go in that book store again, otherwise I might just cause too much property damage from all the saliva I create wishing for the books I find, and then I'd be broke.

Oh, and I found out where the racquet ball courts on campus are, guess where I'm headed saturday?

Steven Dawson.