MUTAZALLIJ

That word is the Arabic word for "skier". So you can probably guess what I'm going to do. No, you're wrong. I'm not going to dance a waltz while eating Jello atop a pile of books and sing "Jesus loves me". I'm going skiing (tomorrow).

I love skiing. I love the wind in my face as I rush downhill. I love the adrenaline rush. I love the physical exertion. I love laughing as my friends fall down. I even love falling down myself. It seems like every time I fall I get better. This is true of many aspects of life. It's easy to fall and get discouraged. We give up because we think, "Why get up just to fall down. It hurts!" So we just leave ours skis behind and go inside. But what we need to remember is that we don't have to get up and continue on our own. God is always there to give us a push and get us back to the top of the slope.

Where was I? Oh right, skiing. I'm going with my two other buddies. That's right: The Three Musketeers are going skiing! The ski poles are so fun to fight duels with. Ever tried fighting for your life while trying not to fall? I have. Unfortunately, the slope usually ends before the conflict is resolved.

I figure that I'm in the intermediate range. I can do all the easy and medium slopes, plus one hard slope.

Today, my school work load is pretty light. And when I say pretty light, I mean "AHHHHHHH!" I have so much work to do. So I must leave now. Please stop screaming. Throwing tantrums won't keep me on the computer.