LAS PERLAS vac.

For Thanksgiving I went to the archipelago chain called "Las Perlas". I was and still am so very grateful for the beautiful trip my parents gave me.

I went with the Hayes family. We had their yacht, my 22 foot boat and a dingy to cruise around in. When we first got there I was amazed to see the crystal clear water; I could see 30 feet down to the rocky reefs. We slept in a bay on an island called Contadora. The next morning and all the other mornings for the following 3 days we fished, free dived, and had a great time.

What I loved best of all was spearfishing...the thrill of diving down 20 feet and creeping into a rock crevasse with out knowing the fish that could be there was so much fun. I shot a few groupers, and one snapper.

When the trip was over we started heading back to the yacht club...well the rest of them did:

My dad and I headed to Taboga where we swam around for a while and later went to get our gear off Cheers.

I know that my Thanksgiving dinner wasn't "KABOOM"...but it was more about the way I celebrated the holiday that made me thankful. I was thankful for the healthy fish and clean ocean that made my vacation perfect.

By Aaron H.

Madison, My partner

Madison and Oscar were partnered up with me for a history project.I was more than pleased at the beginning...but I knew it would end in disaster. First of all, Madison audaciously refused to help our team complete the project properly:

Madison did not have the work done when it was supposed to be, she didn't stick to the format of every page. Madison's final pages were obviously done slovenly because the second letter of every important word was missing and she gave very inaccurate information. Madison's unfair treatment towards Oscar and I kept us rankled during the period of time given to complete the project.

Oscar and I were prudent during the process of the project and we both were finally in a serene state when we had a chance to grade her. Madison and her lackadaisical actions will be shown on her report card at the end of this quarter.

Why Madison, why?

Mullets here and there...

I have a confession to make, I hate mullets. I have a friend who has a very out of style hair do.He has a mullet. My friend looks like that guy "Joe Dirt". Funny enough they both have side burns, moustaches and goatees. Its the perfect combination for that look. Sadly what my friend doesn't get is that this "Joe Dirt" guy is a funny character out of a movie. I wish someone could slap him with a pair of scissors to knock some sense into him. If he looked as Bad ass as Joe Dirt himself it would be different.

The mullet needs to go...I tried to help him, but it may just never work. You know who you are and I'm just trying to help you.

p.s. Loose the do!

A True Friend

I have recently realized that having a good Friend isn't about them being cool, or popular. There are people who think they are your friends but they talk about your family negativity, they say it right to your face: not a real friend

They act as if they are completely normal, that everyone around them is "Screwed up" or "Stupid". The truth is, they are. They are so messed up in the head that they have to insult your family members and how they act. Sadly, you know how well your family treats them and how fair you are with them, but then they turn around and tell lies. For them it's all about being dominant, or "Cool" to all who give a crap. But honestly they are just building up fear in others. I wonder if its better to be loved, or feared in positions like this.

A friend will invite you to events as you have to them. They won't say things that make you uncomfortable because they want to be "Funny". They are just embarrassing themselves; they are showing you that you can no longer trust them.

My reflection on this is that it will never again be about the "cool" friend to hang out with. It will be about the trust you have in another person. Never let your "friend" say what they think about your problems...because first they have to patch up their own.