Looking for Squirrel

I know it's around here somewhere. I never see it move; it runs away when I'm not looking. Sometimes I find it peeking from under the couch; sometimes it will be right under my nose. Aha! And there it is, under the big table. Sometimes I try to get the people to play there, but they would rather eat. Eat. That sounds like a good idea. But first I have to show my person that I have indeed found Squirrel. I proudly run to her to display the torn and shaggy squirrel. I pulled the soft cottony insides out weeks ago. She wrestles Squirrel from me and holds it up high - too high for me to reach. But that doesn't stop me from jumping and trying to snatch it with my strong teeth anyway. I jump and jump and jump and jump... and HEY! Squirrel leaps from her hands and flies down the hallway. My determination tells my person, "Don't worry, I'll get it!" And off I go, retrieving Squirrel and proudly bringing it to my person again. I just wait for the thing to be brave enough to run away again, but I will go after it every time!

Pics: how, when

I will use the pictures in my story as a means of letting what Mason looks like, what the toys that are in the story look like, what his view from the window looks like, etc. This will facilitate the story because time can go into describing the events and less time can go into describing what they look like. The pictures will also help me know definitely what the readers imagine as they read my story. The pictures they paint in their minds will be based on the pictures and will help them further understand the events.

Inside of a Typewriter

Class Syllabus Link

Here is a link to the class syllabus.

A Wrong Turn

Last Saturday I went skiing with a group of friends at Wisp Resort. Two of the guys we were with were trying out snowboarding for the first time ever. I had been skiing before, but the last time had been over three years ago. We got off the chair lift for the first round of the day, and we made our way to the green slope sign, signifying a beginner's level of skiing. We all started off together down this "easy" level slope. Everything was going fine; I kept my skis at a constant angle to keep myself from going too fast. Suddenly there was a bend in the path and we could no longer see the ground ahead of us as it dropped down significantly. Apparently we had taken a wrong turn on the slope and gotten onto an intermediate slope by mistake! We stood over the ledge feeling overwhelmed, along with others who had made the same mistake. I heard a woman with two small children ask, "Is this the beginners' slope?" Having no other way down, we were forced to face the intimidating hill. No, the ski trip was not off to a good start.