I am not very patriotic, to be honest. I don’t feel comfortable pledging my alliance to a country I don’t believe in. So I don’t. I pray for our President and the leaders of our country, but I don’t make any show of agreeing with them.
I find one thing on heart this Thanksgiving more than anything else. I’m thankful for my sister, Gracie.
Finding my baby sister standing before a sink with her mouth and hands full of blood was jolting. Even though she probably damaged nerves and she wasn’t in much pain, it looked awful. I just hate the sight of blood on someone I love, and the gaping flesh and broken tooth made it much worse. I knew it would be fine. I knew recovery was only a matter of time and money. I knew that all of her fears about having “something wrong” would soon be over, but my stomach still turned and after she had gone, while I was wiping blood off of the wall with a disinfectant wipe, I cried for no real reason. Gracie didn’t even cry through everything, just me.
We waited up late that night for my baby sister to come home, but she never did. Instead, my big girl walked in the door. Today we baby-talked while having leg wars and discussions about hamster wheels, but she isn’t a baby sister anymore, she’s my best friend.
I don’t know what our family would do without you, Gracie. Thank you God for my sister.
With all my love,
First, by way of introduction….
Alright, so now that you know Jimmy, I can tell you he’s a new writer! He is writing me a lovely story about a “dee” (bee). Today he was super excited to do it–give me a story to edit and revise for him.
He is smart you know! Today he told us, “Lighting bugs must eat the sun.” When I told him it was too cute he said, “I mean, they sit out in the sun so they can glow at night. That’s like their food.” That’s why he should be a writer. I told him so and that is where this started, but obviously he’s had this idea of the bee in his head for quite awhile, since he learned about them in school.
So here’s his story.
I, along with four other siblings (making us the Jackson 5 of the group) have taken upon ourselves to umpire. Never did we know it would be so frustrating to complete this test–I mean we did, but not this much! Here’s a scenario we were given:
The bottom of the first inning, a batter hits a home-run. Coach Drew of the other team, however, wants to protest the game, saying the batter batted out of order. Coach Williams says it is written on his own card–but not according to Coach Drew! He hands over fifty dollars to protest and you start writing up the game sheet.
The question: Is this a protestable call?
The answer: YES! Because it is protesting against a rule and not a judgment call. It is protestable and you cannot deny that coach a protest, even though talking him out of it would be ideal.
We got a lot of discussion in our class about this–because the coach would loose his $50. In the ASL, the batting order is not established until the first batter bats again. And so, the people grading the test said it wasn’t protestable–but actually it is! Only the Jacksons got it right! And we finally made that clear in class–the call is protestable! And we gave ourselves a round of applause when it was finally finished, yes.
So! Here’s the fun part about this test, he were told to give our answer and back it up with an explanation. I did so in a way–I bet they’ve never had before! I wrote my explanation as a poem. ^_^ Yes, yes, I am very pleased with myself. Just so you know before you read it, Barry and Drew are two of our teachers, and Billy is my brother.
A song came to mind, to explain this tale
I just hope that because of this, the test is not failed
Mr. Drew makes an assertion, what first inning, and a fight?!
Such snobbery, arrogance–don’t you know that I’m always right *
What a harebrained, faulty thing to stake your money upon
It’s just a batter out of order, Mr. Drew, COME ON!
But I’ll just pat my head and rub my chest
To inform the field dude that I am doing my best
A protestable call? It is so, it is so
It does not require judgment, but the coach must be slow (in his head, you know)**
In this league that we umpire, the decrees do say
The lineup can be altered in a certain way***
Some coach he must be! Not to grasp this straightforward rule
Mr. Williams (wait, is that Billy?) would not be such a fool
When the batters have not batted the whole lineup through
It is subject to change, and can fluctuate or move
(So long as the batter has not batted before, but I wouldn’t let that happen, would I Mr. Drew?)
So, a protestable call it is, guess I’ll jot it all down ****
But from here and on after, you’ve earned a sizeable frown
A sigh do I heave, a roll of my eyes
People argue with me, is it really a surprise
Mr. Drew, if you are sure that this is what you want to choose
Then HAND IT OVER, BUD! FIFTY BUCKAROOS! *****
(Please remember Mr. Barry, Mr. Drew, and the rest,
The skill of this poem is my own very best.
You wanted something professional, but you got this instead
Just recall that there is something very bungled in my head.)
* Asl 10-B–Umpire is in charge
** Asl 10-B–Cannot protest a judgment call
*** You guys said so in class 😉
****Asl 10-H–must fill out the game sheet
***** Asl 3-A-2–they must pay $50
Okay, and guys! I am not a poet! This poem truly is my very best, and as you can see, it’s not very good–just enough to make me laugh and give me the guts to put it on my test. And yes, it did pass, I got %95 on the test–even though they failed my answer! (They counted my explanation. And I should have gotten 2 more points for getting the question right.)
26,826 and counting
[Edit: I still can’t believe I actually put this on my test! Okay, I can, but I’m so weird. LOL]
They videoed themselves with the phone and Billy edited it. Gotta tell you! They are talented! All three can ride unicycles! How many people can say that three of their brothers ride unicycles? Ride unicycles, spin diabolos, do handstands, ninja rolls, play any sport, contra dance, carry kids….pretty soon they’ll be doing it all at once!
This, my friends, is what happens when you’re homeschooled and when videogames and TV have been outlawed from the house–insane fun!
From the family of the Increda-Jacksons
Ah! Me, my family, and the things we do….
P.S. For those who looked twice, yes, I have braces. Grrrr.