24 days

24 days till my life changes.

24 days till I can't take naps, go hiking, snap cute girls, and go camping.

But it feels like it's already here.

I'm already sending "final" texts to friends that I probably won't ever see again.

But it's for a good reason I'm going.

People say I have a talent making other's feel special, but I'm really starting to wonder if it's true.

I've made people cry lately.

I want to be the kind of person where if they are depressed, lonely or just bored I can cheer them up and make them important through either my words, writing or something else.

I'm scared I'm going to be as bad as this piece of writing is.

But I'm going to have to wait 24 days to find out.

And I'm getting a weird feeling that it will be 24 days before this is read(whoever you are, email me at spencer.smith@myldsmail.net , it will make my life).

Guess I will know in 24 days

Take your marks,

Get set...

BANG! The gun goes off.

It's the junior Olympics in Carroll County, Virgina.

It means nothing to the world, but it means the world to a kid who just found his love for running.

But 100m in he was in last place.

He didn't like that.

So he sped up, passing people and grades till there was only 100m left.

But he wasn't in Kindergarten anymore.

He's about to graduate.

Maybe be sped up too much, or maybe he just wasn't paying attention.

But he's not sure if he wants to finish the race.

Yeah, it's been a painful race, and he's questioned himself hundreds of times why he's doing this. He wants to finish so badly.

But once he's done, not only is running done with, his friends are gone, and so is his old life.

There's a new race coming soon, but he doesn't want to run a marathon.

Three days late to love

My Mom has always taught me that the good comes with the bad.

And love is the prime example of that.

The feeling you get when you know someone deeply cares about you, it's unmatched.

But once someone is done "loving" you, they hate you all of a sudden.

Love, one of the best things in the world, brings out the worst in people.

And when you're 3 days late to love, the roses are dead, leaving only the thorns.

The $2 box of chocolates is past it's expiration date, and so is that note that cute girl wrote to you.

Mom also said you get second chances if you're fortunate, but with love you're lucky to get the first.

Wandering streets with lonely faces

Everyone's always on the lookout for the new thing.

Is seems Paris is for old timers.

Whether it's San Fransisco, LA or Rome, it doesn't matter.

I'm on the outskirts of Paris, and every day seems to be a rainy one.

I occasionally see the faces of Courtney Rome and Jusy Korra, but they've kept up wih Paris much more than me.

I'm not sure what my next city will be.

It could still be Paris, or Buenos Aires or Wellington or maybe even Boise.

But just like Paris, I don't choose the city.

But whatever it is, I just want to hurry up and find out.

The thought of having to wait for 2ish months is killing me.

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.