True Worth

My house is full of books, and probably 10% of them have been read.

I'm just hoping I'm not one of those books gathering dust, taking up space.

I want to leave my mark.

I want my family, friends, and others to remember me.

We will remember Michael Jordan for being the greatest basketball player ever, Lady Gaga for how weird she is, and Donald Trump for thinking he can fix the country.

Heck, even Yoda, a puppet, is more famous then I could ever dream of.

Me? 

What will I be remembered for?

I will remember things about you, but what will you remember me for? 

Maybe crying during my talk in church, the skinny kid who doesn't have much to say, or the hyper-competitive guy who usually doesn't win?

We live in a world where "greatness" is defined by followers, likes and comments.

But, just because 2971 people follow you, that doesn't make you a good person.

True worth, is sitting with the lonely kid at lunch, listening to your friends when you would rather do anything else, and writing notes to your siblings after a rough day.

And true worth is more important than how many likes you get.

The life we are used to is almost over.

We've applied for college's, and some of us have already started on our mission papers.

Once we get to college and our missions, we will make friends and learn to be trusted solely off our character.

I won't be remembered for basketball, weirdness(at least I hope), or being the most powerful puppet in the universe.

I'm not sure what I will be remembered for, but I sure hope it's my true worth.

*This class has been my favorite since day 1. Thanks for reading and commenting on my blog, it means more than you think. And thanks Nelson for the good time*

Spencer Smith 

Pure Solitude

Slowly being rocked back and forth,
With the wind shaking my seat, we inch up the mountain.

My little brother won't stop complaining.

At last, we get to the top of the lift.
It's peaceful up top.
A place of pure solitude.

Once they are finally ready, my parents say my favorite words "you go ahead. Meet us at 4". It was 8:30.

At last. Freedom.

After bombing down a run, I head up to the real summit.

After trying to go down a certain run and being stopped by the ski patrol and a 10 minute explination of how dangerous avalanches are, I went down it anyway.

Dodging trees, flying off rocks and sharp turns has turned into my winter.

I caused a few minor avalanches, but they didn't hurt anyone.

After a day filled with this and no lunch, seeing 2 skiers on the routes I did, it was time to call it a day.

I escaped with only 2 bruises, some scratches, broken goggles and a cracked helmet.

So it was definitely a success.