Tyler Yegerlehner
English 111 .027
Final Essay
12/12/07
My First Semester
My first semester at the University of Southern Indiana has been a good one. I like all of my professors except my Public speaking teacher. I still manage to keep mainly C’s without doing homework or studying. The only thing that has been bugging me about my time here has nothing to do with the actual work. I just feel as if I’m missing out with on the real college experience.
History and English are actually really funny at times and it helps to keep me focused and interested in the class. That’s actually a really hard problem for me because I think I have ADD but I never had it looked into. All my teachers growing up thought I had it but my mom for some reason wouldn’t believe them. Also my procrastination habits have been at an all time high mainly because college just isn’t like high school. During math class, I would either sleep or read and that truly hurt my understanding of the course. I’ve been trying to play catch up ever since. My efforts on that haven’t been my highest priority though. I play a lot of video games on the computer. My favorite one is World of Warcraft though and that takes up a lot of my time.
College isn’t supposed to be about just the work you do there, but it’s supposed be your whole lifestyle. See the problem is that as soon as I’m done with my classes for the day at USI, I go home and hang out with my best friends from high school. So I’m not really spending any of my free time doing any activities at the school. I haven’t gotten involved in anything here. I haven’t really made any new friends. I know that I could easily if I tried but it’s so much easier to just go home, call Babs, and do something for the night.
Don’t get me wrong. USI is a great school if you don’t live right next to it with your dad. It has plenty of great facilities and programs but I just feel that if I was to move away for college I would get the experience I’m looking for. My mother and I have recently been talking about this move and she agrees that it’s a great idea. I suggested a move to the University of Florida because that is where I was born and it would be great to be there again. And plus it’s in Florida. All I’ve been able to think about lately is moving to Florida.
I’ve accepted getting average or even worse grades, but my parents can’t really. This move for them would be more of shaking me up and getting me away from all the distractions at home like my friends, video games, and other things of that nature. It would definitely have the desired effect. I would be able to just lounge about at home and accomplish nothing. I would eventually go crazy if I didn’t do something. So the only thing left to do would be homework and trying to make friends.
I just feel that USI is not the place for me. I like going to school here but it’s not because of the school itself. It’s close to home and I’d be really scared of a move to someplace like Florida. But I think I’m finally ready to do it. The plan is to transfer there for fall semester of 2008. I think USI has been a great introduction into some of the responsibilities I will need to be able to handle but it just isn’t everything I want in the four years of my life I’m going to college.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tyler Yegerlehner
English 101 .027
Essay #1 Revised
1,106
Major Accident
First off, this event happened in seventh grade. Throughout this entire story it must be remembered that we were idiots. Anyways, the story takes place in a small Indiana town called Mt. Vernon on a small farm just a little north of the actual town. It was around midday when I arrived at my friend’s house. His name is Seneca Weintraut. After I opened the door I noticed a familiar but somewhat unwelcome face. If Matt McDurmon had not been there that day it wouldn’t have been a special day at all. And therefore I would be writing about something completely different. I had no idea Matt would be there mainly because he wasn’t supposed to be. He rudely invited himself and he would certainly pay for it later that day.
We had nothing planned for the day ahead but we started it out with some ninja stars I had with me and a blow gun Seneca had kept in his basement. It was the weekend after Halloween so there were still some pumpkins lying about. We were throwing the stars and shooting the blow gun at the pumpkin. After ten minutes it was completely demolished and several of the stars and darts were lying in the now oozing pumpkin. Seneca piped up the idea to get out his two practice bows and several arrows and shoot them into the field and retrieve them after the stock was spent. There were two bows and six arrows, so this happened rather quickly.
At around one o’clock we were rather bored with this so we started having one person standing in the field while two people shot at him. This is where things got interesting. One time during this type of stupidity I shot the arrow and it was like slow mo. I could tell that if Squid (Seneca) didn’t move then that arrow was going to go through his neck. At just the right time Squid moved over one step and the arrow whistled past him. It was mind blowing; I should have realized he could have been killed, but I was too ecstatic to do so. So this neither hindered nor fully stopped the shenanigans. It only fueled our stupid ideas.
Next it was two people in the field and one on the hill. Each side had a bow and two arrows. It was make believe war. When Seneca was up on the hill by himself and Durmy was with me in the field I was shot right in the calf. It hurt like crazy but it wasn’t that bad. It only bled a little. So the game continued until the next incident which took place on the four-wheeler. Yes, we’re not holding anything back now.
This was how this game was set up. Two people were on the ATV. The one on the back had a bow and four arrows and there was a ground trooper nicknamed, “Rambo” running around taking cover in the trenches. ‘Rambo’ occasionally had to dive out of the way so as to not be shot. When I was on the ground this game almost ended earlier than it did.
Squid was driving with Durmy on the back. Three things happened with the positions as they were. One, right when Squid took off I shot at them and the arrow hit Durmy in the foot. That incident was nothing compared to what was about to happen. They kept driving and Durmy shot a few arrows back at me out of vengeance for his foot. The third arrow I shot was dead on except for the fact that Squid gunned it and the arrow whizzed behind Durmy’s head. They pulled over to talk to me about what had just happened. We had a momentary truce. “Oh my God! I felt and heard that arrow scream behind my head”. Durmy was absolutely right. I know that if Squid hadn’t sped up when he did Durmy would be dead. But nothing had happened so I just thought it was a good shot. In a past life I could have been Robin Hood.
The next incident took place within a minute after this. It didn’t even require a bow or an arrow. I guess Squid had remembered that last time he took off in close proximity to me he almost became a shish-cabob. So instead he just gunned it heading straight for his long gravel drive way. We had stopped and had our conversation in a field to the right of it. Now the drive is about two feet higher than the surrounding fields. He jumped the driveway with some major speed. I guess he’d either never ramped it with a person on the back or Matt wasn’t very secure to begin with, because the moment after the two front wheels touched down on the other side of the road a near catastrophe happened. Matt was barely hanging on to the back of the four-wheeler with his legs because his both his hands were flying all around the place. His back was almost parallel to the ground. I don’t know how he managed to hold on long enough till Seneca realized what was happening, turned around, and grabbed his sweat shirt and hauled him back up to sit properly on the four-wheeler. It was absolutely amazing to watch.
After that we put away the four-wheeler and went back to two people shooting from the field towards the person on the hill. We were about fifteen minutes away from going to see a movie when a scream banished that thought. Matt had started to scream that we shot him in the head. Now Matt isn’t exactly the most trusting character, so we spent about a minute trying to get the truth out of him. We didn’t believe him because he wouldn’t take his hand away from his head. Turns out the arrow had sunk about two inches into his head. The arrow struck him on the right side of his head near his temple but parallel to the front to the back of his head.
There were most definitely some consequences to his major accident. None were too bad though. We destroyed the bows and arrows and an apology was in order but the same could have happened to any of us. No damage was done to him except the puncture wound. He had two stitches over the wound and he healed up just fine. He only spent a night in the hospital. But the fact remains that he was extremely lucky. We all were.
English 101 .027
Essay #1 Revised
1,106
Major Accident
First off, this event happened in seventh grade. Throughout this entire story it must be remembered that we were idiots. Anyways, the story takes place in a small Indiana town called Mt. Vernon on a small farm just a little north of the actual town. It was around midday when I arrived at my friend’s house. His name is Seneca Weintraut. After I opened the door I noticed a familiar but somewhat unwelcome face. If Matt McDurmon had not been there that day it wouldn’t have been a special day at all. And therefore I would be writing about something completely different. I had no idea Matt would be there mainly because he wasn’t supposed to be. He rudely invited himself and he would certainly pay for it later that day.
We had nothing planned for the day ahead but we started it out with some ninja stars I had with me and a blow gun Seneca had kept in his basement. It was the weekend after Halloween so there were still some pumpkins lying about. We were throwing the stars and shooting the blow gun at the pumpkin. After ten minutes it was completely demolished and several of the stars and darts were lying in the now oozing pumpkin. Seneca piped up the idea to get out his two practice bows and several arrows and shoot them into the field and retrieve them after the stock was spent. There were two bows and six arrows, so this happened rather quickly.
At around one o’clock we were rather bored with this so we started having one person standing in the field while two people shot at him. This is where things got interesting. One time during this type of stupidity I shot the arrow and it was like slow mo. I could tell that if Squid (Seneca) didn’t move then that arrow was going to go through his neck. At just the right time Squid moved over one step and the arrow whistled past him. It was mind blowing; I should have realized he could have been killed, but I was too ecstatic to do so. So this neither hindered nor fully stopped the shenanigans. It only fueled our stupid ideas.
Next it was two people in the field and one on the hill. Each side had a bow and two arrows. It was make believe war. When Seneca was up on the hill by himself and Durmy was with me in the field I was shot right in the calf. It hurt like crazy but it wasn’t that bad. It only bled a little. So the game continued until the next incident which took place on the four-wheeler. Yes, we’re not holding anything back now.
This was how this game was set up. Two people were on the ATV. The one on the back had a bow and four arrows and there was a ground trooper nicknamed, “Rambo” running around taking cover in the trenches. ‘Rambo’ occasionally had to dive out of the way so as to not be shot. When I was on the ground this game almost ended earlier than it did.
Squid was driving with Durmy on the back. Three things happened with the positions as they were. One, right when Squid took off I shot at them and the arrow hit Durmy in the foot. That incident was nothing compared to what was about to happen. They kept driving and Durmy shot a few arrows back at me out of vengeance for his foot. The third arrow I shot was dead on except for the fact that Squid gunned it and the arrow whizzed behind Durmy’s head. They pulled over to talk to me about what had just happened. We had a momentary truce. “Oh my God! I felt and heard that arrow scream behind my head”. Durmy was absolutely right. I know that if Squid hadn’t sped up when he did Durmy would be dead. But nothing had happened so I just thought it was a good shot. In a past life I could have been Robin Hood.
The next incident took place within a minute after this. It didn’t even require a bow or an arrow. I guess Squid had remembered that last time he took off in close proximity to me he almost became a shish-cabob. So instead he just gunned it heading straight for his long gravel drive way. We had stopped and had our conversation in a field to the right of it. Now the drive is about two feet higher than the surrounding fields. He jumped the driveway with some major speed. I guess he’d either never ramped it with a person on the back or Matt wasn’t very secure to begin with, because the moment after the two front wheels touched down on the other side of the road a near catastrophe happened. Matt was barely hanging on to the back of the four-wheeler with his legs because his both his hands were flying all around the place. His back was almost parallel to the ground. I don’t know how he managed to hold on long enough till Seneca realized what was happening, turned around, and grabbed his sweat shirt and hauled him back up to sit properly on the four-wheeler. It was absolutely amazing to watch.
After that we put away the four-wheeler and went back to two people shooting from the field towards the person on the hill. We were about fifteen minutes away from going to see a movie when a scream banished that thought. Matt had started to scream that we shot him in the head. Now Matt isn’t exactly the most trusting character, so we spent about a minute trying to get the truth out of him. We didn’t believe him because he wouldn’t take his hand away from his head. Turns out the arrow had sunk about two inches into his head. The arrow struck him on the right side of his head near his temple but parallel to the front to the back of his head.
There were most definitely some consequences to his major accident. None were too bad though. We destroyed the bows and arrows and an apology was in order but the same could have happened to any of us. No damage was done to him except the puncture wound. He had two stitches over the wound and he healed up just fine. He only spent a night in the hospital. But the fact remains that he was extremely lucky. We all were.
Tyler Yegerlehner
English 101 .027
Essay # 3 Revised
1,184
A New Love for Kayaking
I have recently discovered that I’m and outdoors junkie. My friend, Brian Babcock, and I absolutely love to go kayaking. Right about the time I came to this stunning realization I lost my job. So that made it much harder to constantly go kayaking. I have a nine foot perception kayak. It’s a pretty crappy one. Actually, out of the entire kayak selection, it’s possible that it is ‘the’ crappy kayak. It floats and carries a bit of extra weight, and surprisingly it’s quite durable so I still love it. The three main places we kayaked at were the Old Dam, Hovey Lake, and the Ohio River.
Now there is surprisingly a lot of preparation for a day of kayaking anywhere. At the Old Dam, the only place that has some whitewater locally, you might want to wear a helmet. In some part of the rapids there are some pretty tricky parts and if you don’t know your way around then you could possibly hit your head on a rock. Brian and I never wore a helmet. We are what you call idiots. Depending on how long you’re going to be there you need to stock up the four main ingredients of an exceptional cooler. One, you need bottled water, not much though. Two, you’ll need a few easily made food items and snacks. Bars of any kind are a must. Three, the main ingredient, is as much beer as you can fit. You must realize that this is an all day event and that this part is crucial to the experience. Finally, you need ice to keep it all cold. Now that you have your cooler completely stocked you need to make sure you have your life jacket, water shoes, swimming trunks, towel, kayak, and video camera.
I live in Mt. Vernon so there is not much whitewater action around, but at the OldDam in New Harmony there are rapids that Brian and I practically lived at over the summer. There are three main degrees of whitewater at the Old Dam. There are a few weak drop offs that when we first started going there were hard core. Next there are a few rapids that you kayak up to in calm parts then turn into. They much stronger and could flip you over if you’re not careful. If you do get flipped over then your buddy has to help you and your kayak to the other side of the Wabash River to get all the water out of your kayak. This is quite difficult considering that the bank is about a foot of mud that you sink all the way into. Now the third type of rapid for us there is when you actually carry the kayak to the furthest point you can reach and paddle hard upstream so you’re not taken into the rapids backwards. When you get far enough upstream you turn the kayak around and position yourself where you need to be and then paddle as fast as you can downstream towards the rapid of your choice. Main thing to remember during this step is to avoid all rocks. The Old Dam is our number one choice for when we go kayaking, but near the end, before we put up our kayaks for the winter, we were going to the Ohio River.
Recently, we’ve been going out on the Ohio River just for conditioning, but also because of the convenience of it only being a minutes’ drive from our houses. On our second trip we noticed a clearing in a spot near the port. So we paddled over to the clearing and saw a small creek further back. So we went there, but there hadn’t been enough rain to go too far back. So we planned to go again as soon as it rained. After it rained, we had gotten past the fallen tree in our way and explored the creek as far as a mile or a mile and a half back before we noticed that we barely had enough light to make it back to the ramp before it got dark. So we grudgingly turned around, but vowed to come back in the spring when there would be enough rain to get as far back as we could go. I’m truly counting the days until we can return to the small creek and explore the place that I believe not many in Mt. Vernon know about. I was surprised at how many places near my home I could kayak at. There was also Hovey Lake near to us.
Now Hovey out of our three main destinations to choose from is usually our last choice. But sometimes when you’re looking for just a quiet, peaceful day that’s where you go. When you first drive by the dilapidated shack that is the main office for the lake, you may be a little disappointed at first. That evaporates as soon as you surpass the crest of the hill blocking your view of the lake. When the day is bright and you listen to all the birds that live in trees in the middle of the lake, and you see the wind ripple the water’s surface you’re truly glad you made the trip there. At Hovey there’s no reason for any hard strokes because it is supposed to be a quiet, long, easygoing trip, unless you’re racing your friend back to the dock at the end of the day. Now as you can imagine it takes awhile to get anywhere on kayaks so there are still many unexplored places that one day I hope to find at Hovey. Some of the places we have found though are quite creepy. It always reminds me of Lake Placid the movie in this one spot. And on one of our ventures to this spot I was completely freaked out. The thought was just beginning to sink in again that I was going to be eaten by a giant crocodile when a small fish jumped right over the tip of my kayak spraying me with water, but that not how I got really wet. I freaked out so much that I rolled my kayak and it filled up with water. I almost lost my shirt and I had to swim it to the bank the whole time thinking that that was exactly what the crocodile wanted. I made it back crocodile free that day though. I never told Brian why I was so scared by a little fish; I just kept telling him I was really startled is all. So I’ve already made a lot of great memories from my one summer kayaking.
I love every aspect of kayaking. The solitude, the endurance, and the joy of exploring on our own are the great things I get from it. And I love all the bodies of water I get to experience those aspects in. I’ve made great memories so far, but I can’t wait till next spring to make some more at the Old Dam, Ohio River, and Hovey Lake.
English 101 .027
Essay # 3 Revised
1,184
A New Love for Kayaking
I have recently discovered that I’m and outdoors junkie. My friend, Brian Babcock, and I absolutely love to go kayaking. Right about the time I came to this stunning realization I lost my job. So that made it much harder to constantly go kayaking. I have a nine foot perception kayak. It’s a pretty crappy one. Actually, out of the entire kayak selection, it’s possible that it is ‘the’ crappy kayak. It floats and carries a bit of extra weight, and surprisingly it’s quite durable so I still love it. The three main places we kayaked at were the Old Dam, Hovey Lake, and the Ohio River.
Now there is surprisingly a lot of preparation for a day of kayaking anywhere. At the Old Dam, the only place that has some whitewater locally, you might want to wear a helmet. In some part of the rapids there are some pretty tricky parts and if you don’t know your way around then you could possibly hit your head on a rock. Brian and I never wore a helmet. We are what you call idiots. Depending on how long you’re going to be there you need to stock up the four main ingredients of an exceptional cooler. One, you need bottled water, not much though. Two, you’ll need a few easily made food items and snacks. Bars of any kind are a must. Three, the main ingredient, is as much beer as you can fit. You must realize that this is an all day event and that this part is crucial to the experience. Finally, you need ice to keep it all cold. Now that you have your cooler completely stocked you need to make sure you have your life jacket, water shoes, swimming trunks, towel, kayak, and video camera.
I live in Mt. Vernon so there is not much whitewater action around, but at the OldDam in New Harmony there are rapids that Brian and I practically lived at over the summer. There are three main degrees of whitewater at the Old Dam. There are a few weak drop offs that when we first started going there were hard core. Next there are a few rapids that you kayak up to in calm parts then turn into. They much stronger and could flip you over if you’re not careful. If you do get flipped over then your buddy has to help you and your kayak to the other side of the Wabash River to get all the water out of your kayak. This is quite difficult considering that the bank is about a foot of mud that you sink all the way into. Now the third type of rapid for us there is when you actually carry the kayak to the furthest point you can reach and paddle hard upstream so you’re not taken into the rapids backwards. When you get far enough upstream you turn the kayak around and position yourself where you need to be and then paddle as fast as you can downstream towards the rapid of your choice. Main thing to remember during this step is to avoid all rocks. The Old Dam is our number one choice for when we go kayaking, but near the end, before we put up our kayaks for the winter, we were going to the Ohio River.
Recently, we’ve been going out on the Ohio River just for conditioning, but also because of the convenience of it only being a minutes’ drive from our houses. On our second trip we noticed a clearing in a spot near the port. So we paddled over to the clearing and saw a small creek further back. So we went there, but there hadn’t been enough rain to go too far back. So we planned to go again as soon as it rained. After it rained, we had gotten past the fallen tree in our way and explored the creek as far as a mile or a mile and a half back before we noticed that we barely had enough light to make it back to the ramp before it got dark. So we grudgingly turned around, but vowed to come back in the spring when there would be enough rain to get as far back as we could go. I’m truly counting the days until we can return to the small creek and explore the place that I believe not many in Mt. Vernon know about. I was surprised at how many places near my home I could kayak at. There was also Hovey Lake near to us.
Now Hovey out of our three main destinations to choose from is usually our last choice. But sometimes when you’re looking for just a quiet, peaceful day that’s where you go. When you first drive by the dilapidated shack that is the main office for the lake, you may be a little disappointed at first. That evaporates as soon as you surpass the crest of the hill blocking your view of the lake. When the day is bright and you listen to all the birds that live in trees in the middle of the lake, and you see the wind ripple the water’s surface you’re truly glad you made the trip there. At Hovey there’s no reason for any hard strokes because it is supposed to be a quiet, long, easygoing trip, unless you’re racing your friend back to the dock at the end of the day. Now as you can imagine it takes awhile to get anywhere on kayaks so there are still many unexplored places that one day I hope to find at Hovey. Some of the places we have found though are quite creepy. It always reminds me of Lake Placid the movie in this one spot. And on one of our ventures to this spot I was completely freaked out. The thought was just beginning to sink in again that I was going to be eaten by a giant crocodile when a small fish jumped right over the tip of my kayak spraying me with water, but that not how I got really wet. I freaked out so much that I rolled my kayak and it filled up with water. I almost lost my shirt and I had to swim it to the bank the whole time thinking that that was exactly what the crocodile wanted. I made it back crocodile free that day though. I never told Brian why I was so scared by a little fish; I just kept telling him I was really startled is all. So I’ve already made a lot of great memories from my one summer kayaking.
I love every aspect of kayaking. The solitude, the endurance, and the joy of exploring on our own are the great things I get from it. And I love all the bodies of water I get to experience those aspects in. I’ve made great memories so far, but I can’t wait till next spring to make some more at the Old Dam, Ohio River, and Hovey Lake.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Tyler Yegerlehner
English 101 .027
A Love for Kayaking
1,308
A Love for Kayaking
I have recently discovered that I’m and outdoors junkie. Right about the time I came to this stunning realization I lost my job. I had just enough money to scrape together one adventure. My friend, Brian Babcock, and I absolutely love to go kayaking. I have a nine foot perception kayak. It’s a pretty crappy one. Actually, out of the entire kayak selection, it’s possible that it is ‘the’ crappy kayak. It floats and carries a bit of extra weight, and surprisingly it’s quite durable so I still love it. In retrospect, college worries had been elevated to a whole new degree. It seems that lately everything that can happen has happened. And it's all my fault. Kayaking was definitely a great release from it all earlier in the semester.
English 101 .027
A Love for Kayaking
1,308
A Love for Kayaking
I have recently discovered that I’m and outdoors junkie. Right about the time I came to this stunning realization I lost my job. I had just enough money to scrape together one adventure. My friend, Brian Babcock, and I absolutely love to go kayaking. I have a nine foot perception kayak. It’s a pretty crappy one. Actually, out of the entire kayak selection, it’s possible that it is ‘the’ crappy kayak. It floats and carries a bit of extra weight, and surprisingly it’s quite durable so I still love it. In retrospect, college worries had been elevated to a whole new degree. It seems that lately everything that can happen has happened. And it's all my fault. Kayaking was definitely a great release from it all earlier in the semester.
I live in Mt. Vernon so there is not much whitewater action around, but at the Old
Dam in New Harmony there are rapids that Brian and I practically lived at over the summer. Before we discovered this golden nugget, we mainly just took our kayaks out to Hovey Lake. We explored, drank beer, drank more beer, then, we explored some more. I think the only part that kept us going to Hovey was the beer.
After we acquired our new floating vessels, we planned a nice vacation in
Tennessee. It was one hell of a time. We planned to go down to Chester Frost Park at Chattanooga and spend two days there kayaking, fishing, drinking, and just being on our own. On Sunday we would drive another hour to Ocoee Tennessee. There we would go on a whitewater rafting trip of top quality. After that we would drive the six hours back to Mt. Vernon and get drunk to cap it off.
Well, the trip down there was a fun. The two days camping was a blast. While we were there we had a hellacious trip… to subway because on Friday night it had rained and we slept in a pile of water. It was extremely uncomfortable, but I enjoyed it thoroughly. So instead of trying to cook brunch around eleven, we went to subway to get some quick and easy lunch. On Saturday after we came back from town, Babs and I went kayaking out to an island in the lake there we pulled up on shore and played from Frisbee. Robby was another friend that came along and he ended up causing a scene by catching his own chair and axe on fire when we left him alone at the campsite. The other campers around us weren’t too pleased having us around after he almost burnt down the surrounding area. After that we got drunk. Sunday we left early in the morning to get to our rafting place. There we waited because the first group had taken forever.
Eventually we got on the road and it turned out to be absolutely beautiful. First we
passed the Ocoee Lake and eventually the Ocoee River was winding along beside the road. The river was still beautiful since my last trip there. Last time I was there for a church trip with the Trinity Church. Next, we got off the bus and divided into groups for the trip. Brian, Robby, and I were grouped with four non English speaking people. Three guys and a girl, and I would wager they were Swedish.
Possibly the worst part of the whitewater trip was our guide, mainly because he was constantly a douche. He tried to be way too hard core for what we were doing. I guess it didn’t help that four of his charges couldn’t communicate with him. But still I got the vibe from him that was just a douche. I hate sounding like a jerk myself, but when you get those types of vibes you just can’t have as good a time as you normally would.
It was still an ultimate blast of fun. I hadn’t done anything that fun in a while and it was just great to get out on my own and not worry about anything and just do whatever I wanted. Eventually after we got back from our trip we heard about the old dam at New Harmony. From there on we said screw Hovey because the Old Dam had some rapids that were perfect for us. We were there as often as we got money for gas. Some days we would pack for two meals out there. We would be so wiped that when we got back at sunset we would just eat then go to sleep at eight o’clock.
I’ve been trying to get a job so I can pay for a few things I’ve wanted recently. One of those things was a new kayak. The debate between me and Babs is what type of kayak we should get next. I would not only rather get a whitewater kayak next; I am going to get a whitewater kayak. He keeps trying to get me to buy a cruising kayak instead of what we originally agreed upon. See if we both buy the type of kayak we wish to have then we won’t be able to always go out together. The fact that we always go out together keeps us interested in going and if we were to start kayaking on our own I think this newly acquired passion I have for kayaking will lose some of its intensity.
Recently, we’ve been going out on the Ohio River just for conditioning. On our second trip we noticed a clearing in a spot so we paddled over there and then we saw a small creek further back. So we went there, but there hadn’t been enough rain to go too far back. So we planned to go again as soon as it rained. That time, we had gotten past the fallen tree in our way and explored the creek as far as a mile or a mile and a half back before we noticed that we barely had enough light to make it back to the ramp before it got dark. So we grudgingly turned around, but we vowed to come back in the spring when there would be enough rain to get as far back as we could go. To others this may sound lame, but to us it was all new.
Ever since we began our kayaking ventures, I really want to get into more outdoor sports. Rock climbing is a sport I’m good at, and I’ve really wanted to get some of my own gear and make a few trips to a good beginning place. As ridiculous as it sounds I think base jumping would be possibly the coolest thing I could do though. So my dilemma is what I buy next with the no money I have now. I think that I’m going to go with a great new whitewater kayak. Not because it’s cheaper, but because rivers are more available than high enough structures to jump from. Also there is the bit about me not having any experience in base jumping.
I love every aspect of kayaking: the solitude, the endurance, and the joy of exploring on our own. Just being real, I truly love kayaking and I believe it’ll be a major part of my life. Brian and I want to move somewhere around northern California. Sadly I know that it is just a stupid dream that with my tendencies I will get nowhere with. However, one day if I have the resources and nothing is stopping me I’d like to think that I’ll just pick up everything and go. I’ve had other dreams before, but none of them have had this impact on me before. All in all, California wouldn’t be too bad.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tyler Yegerlehner
I’m a huge outdoors fan. My friend, Brian Babcock, and I love to go kayaking. We just started this hobby over the summer, but we’ve been addicted to it ever since. I have a nine foot perception kayak. It’s a pretty crappy one. Actually, out of the entire kayak selection, it’s possible that it is ‘the’ crappy kayak. It floats and carries a bit of extra weight, and surprisingly it’s quite durable so I still love it.
We live in Mt. Vernon so there not much whitewater action around but at the old dam in New Harmony there are sweet decent rapids that we practically lived at over the summer. Before we discovered this golden nugget we mainly just took our kayaks out to Hovey Lake. We explored, drank beer, drank more beer, then we explored some more. I think the only part that kept us going to Hovey was the beer.
After we acquired our new floating vessels, we planned a nice vacation in Tennessee. It was one hell of a time. We planned to go down to Chester Frost Park at Chattanooga and spend two day there kayaking, fishing, drinking, and just being on our own. On Sunday we would drive another hour to Ocoee Tennessee. There we would go on a whitewater rafting trip of extreme quality. After that we would drive the six hours back to Mt. Vernon and get drunk to top it off.
Well, the trip down there was a blast. The two days camping was a blast. While we were there we had a hellacious trip… to subway because on Friday night it had rained and we slept in a pile of water. It was extremely uncomfortable, but I enjoyed it thoroughly. So instead of trying to cook brunch around eleven we went to subway to get some quick and easy lunch. On Saturday after we came back from town, Babs and I went kayaking out to an island in the lake there we pulled up on shore and played from Frisbee. Robby was another friend that came along and he ended up causing a scene by catching his own chair and axe on fire when we left him alone at the campsite. The other campers around us weren’t too pleased having us around after he almost burnt down the surrounding area.After that we got drunk. Sunday we left early in the morning to get to our rafting place. There we waited because the first group had taken forever.
Eventually we got on the road and it turned out
I’m a huge outdoors fan. My friend, Brian Babcock, and I love to go kayaking. We just started this hobby over the summer, but we’ve been addicted to it ever since. I have a nine foot perception kayak. It’s a pretty crappy one. Actually, out of the entire kayak selection, it’s possible that it is ‘the’ crappy kayak. It floats and carries a bit of extra weight, and surprisingly it’s quite durable so I still love it.
We live in Mt. Vernon so there not much whitewater action around but at the old dam in New Harmony there are sweet decent rapids that we practically lived at over the summer. Before we discovered this golden nugget we mainly just took our kayaks out to Hovey Lake. We explored, drank beer, drank more beer, then we explored some more. I think the only part that kept us going to Hovey was the beer.
After we acquired our new floating vessels, we planned a nice vacation in Tennessee. It was one hell of a time. We planned to go down to Chester Frost Park at Chattanooga and spend two day there kayaking, fishing, drinking, and just being on our own. On Sunday we would drive another hour to Ocoee Tennessee. There we would go on a whitewater rafting trip of extreme quality. After that we would drive the six hours back to Mt. Vernon and get drunk to top it off.
Well, the trip down there was a blast. The two days camping was a blast. While we were there we had a hellacious trip… to subway because on Friday night it had rained and we slept in a pile of water. It was extremely uncomfortable, but I enjoyed it thoroughly. So instead of trying to cook brunch around eleven we went to subway to get some quick and easy lunch. On Saturday after we came back from town, Babs and I went kayaking out to an island in the lake there we pulled up on shore and played from Frisbee. Robby was another friend that came along and he ended up causing a scene by catching his own chair and axe on fire when we left him alone at the campsite. The other campers around us weren’t too pleased having us around after he almost burnt down the surrounding area.After that we got drunk. Sunday we left early in the morning to get to our rafting place. There we waited because the first group had taken forever.
Eventually we got on the road and it turned out
Friday, October 19, 2007
Tyler Yegerlehner
USI has been easier on me than I expected. I began my college career thinking I would be meeting challenges that were much harder to meet than any high school problem. So far I’ve been wrong. Sadly, that doesn’t mean I’m doing all that well in my studies. In high school I was a procrastinating slacker, or a slacking procrastinator. I prefer slacking procrastinator mainly because that classifies me more appropriately than the first. In high school I did the minimum to get by and I had been doing it throughout my entire life. I wanted things to change when I got to college, but I’ve still been distracted by the same things and I’ve felt just as lazy as always.
Even though my overall performance has been below average there have been a few areas of my schooling of which I have exceeded a few expectations. Actually it was just once when I got a B on my first English paper. That was it. On my second English paper I didn’t do nearly as well as I thought I could have mainly because I forgot to do it. It has been high school all over again. If I had to choose between high school or college over the matter of which I’d do better in I would choose the latter mainly because College isn’t over yet.
In really need to make an improvement in all of my classes except history class. English I have a bad grade in because I didn’t read a few stories I should have and because I didn’t turn in a paper. In public speaking I have a bad grade because the teacher hates me, and that’s no joke. I hate to sound like the little kid that complains all the time, but this story is the truth. This one guy got a low A and his speech was two minutes short of the required time. That right there should be a low B. I’ve taken into account that it was our first speech and she may have given him a break. Now I got a D on mine. The reasons were because I gave my speech a day late which is automatically twenty percent off. Another reason was because I was laughing while giving my speech which was a story that has happened to me. But before anyone ever gave any speeches the teacher told us, depending on our speech, we should have an entertained or well informed audience. Well by the end of my speech everyone was laughing. Now I for one consider that entertainment. In her criticisms she also questioned if I was even interested or anyone of the audience members were interested in my story. IT WAS THE ONLY INTERSTING SPEECH MADE! That’s not my one sided opinion either. Other speeches were about baking cookies and using a fork lift. Writing about this is really starting to tick me off. I just don’t see how I could have gotten such a low grade with the most well like speech of the millennium.
I’m also doing terrible job in math. Now I’m not trying to blame all my problems on other people or anything else. It all comes back on me but there is still some reason to bringing it up. In my math class I literally just got my calculator two days ago. I passed all my tests and quizzes except for one. I’m pretty good at math and I still think that I may need a tutor now because I haven’t been able to stay up to scratch. Math used to be my strong point but as I got lazier the worse I got at it, which makes absolutely no sense (sarcasm). If I can just study and ace this upcoming test in there I will be able to even out my grade in there. I’ve met a few challenges head on and won since college started. Already I’ve written more than I did throughout my entire senior year. So for the next few deciding factors in my grades I’m going to try to buckle down and get it done right for once so I can at least stop stressing. I wasn’t even stressing about it until I wrote this page.
USI has been easier on me than I expected. I began my college career thinking I would be meeting challenges that were much harder to meet than any high school problem. So far I’ve been wrong. Sadly, that doesn’t mean I’m doing all that well in my studies. In high school I was a procrastinating slacker, or a slacking procrastinator. I prefer slacking procrastinator mainly because that classifies me more appropriately than the first. In high school I did the minimum to get by and I had been doing it throughout my entire life. I wanted things to change when I got to college, but I’ve still been distracted by the same things and I’ve felt just as lazy as always.
Even though my overall performance has been below average there have been a few areas of my schooling of which I have exceeded a few expectations. Actually it was just once when I got a B on my first English paper. That was it. On my second English paper I didn’t do nearly as well as I thought I could have mainly because I forgot to do it. It has been high school all over again. If I had to choose between high school or college over the matter of which I’d do better in I would choose the latter mainly because College isn’t over yet.
In really need to make an improvement in all of my classes except history class. English I have a bad grade in because I didn’t read a few stories I should have and because I didn’t turn in a paper. In public speaking I have a bad grade because the teacher hates me, and that’s no joke. I hate to sound like the little kid that complains all the time, but this story is the truth. This one guy got a low A and his speech was two minutes short of the required time. That right there should be a low B. I’ve taken into account that it was our first speech and she may have given him a break. Now I got a D on mine. The reasons were because I gave my speech a day late which is automatically twenty percent off. Another reason was because I was laughing while giving my speech which was a story that has happened to me. But before anyone ever gave any speeches the teacher told us, depending on our speech, we should have an entertained or well informed audience. Well by the end of my speech everyone was laughing. Now I for one consider that entertainment. In her criticisms she also questioned if I was even interested or anyone of the audience members were interested in my story. IT WAS THE ONLY INTERSTING SPEECH MADE! That’s not my one sided opinion either. Other speeches were about baking cookies and using a fork lift. Writing about this is really starting to tick me off. I just don’t see how I could have gotten such a low grade with the most well like speech of the millennium.
I’m also doing terrible job in math. Now I’m not trying to blame all my problems on other people or anything else. It all comes back on me but there is still some reason to bringing it up. In my math class I literally just got my calculator two days ago. I passed all my tests and quizzes except for one. I’m pretty good at math and I still think that I may need a tutor now because I haven’t been able to stay up to scratch. Math used to be my strong point but as I got lazier the worse I got at it, which makes absolutely no sense (sarcasm). If I can just study and ace this upcoming test in there I will be able to even out my grade in there. I’ve met a few challenges head on and won since college started. Already I’ve written more than I did throughout my entire senior year. So for the next few deciding factors in my grades I’m going to try to buckle down and get it done right for once so I can at least stop stressing. I wasn’t even stressing about it until I wrote this page.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tyler Yegerlehner
Tryegerleh@usieagles.org
English 101 .027
Essay #1
1,067
Major Accident
First off, this event happened in seventh grade. Throughout this entire story it must be remembered that we were idiots. Anyways, the story takes place in a small Indiana town called Mt. Vernon on a small farm just a little north of the actual town. It was around midday when I arrived at my friend’s house. His name is Seneca Weintraut. After I opened the door I noticed a familiar but somewhat unwelcome face. If Matt McDurmon had not been there that day it wouldn’t have been a special day at all. And therefore I would be writing about something completely different. I had no idea Matt would be there mainly because he wasn’t supposed to be. He rudely invited himself and he would certainly pay for it later that day.
We had nothing planned for the day ahead but we started it out with some ninja stars I had with me and a blow gun Seneca had kept in his basement. It was the weekend after Halloween so there were still some pumpkins lying about. We were throwing the stars and shooting the blow gun at the pumpkin. After ten minutes it was completely demolished and several of the stars and darts were lying in the oozing pumpkin. Seneca piped up the idea to get out his two practice bows and several arrows and shoot them into the field and retrieve them after the stock was spent. There were two bows and six arrows, so this happened rather quickly.
At around one o’clock we were rather bored with this so we started having one person standing in the field while two people shot at him. This is where things got interesting. One time during this type of stupidity I shot the arrow and it was like slow mo. I could tell that if Squid (Seneca) didn’t move then that arrow was going to go through his neck. At just the right time Squid moved over one step and the arrow whistled past him. It was mind blowing; I couldn’t stop laughing and shouting, “AWESOME” to realize he could have been killed. So this neither hindered nor fully stopped the shenanigans. It only fueled our crazy ideas.
Next it was two people in the field and one on the hill. Each side had a bow and arrows. It was make believe war. When Seneca was up on the hill by himself and Durmy was with me in the field I was shot right in the calf. It hurt like crazy but it wasn’t that bad. It only bled a little. So the game continued until the next incident which took place on the four-wheeler. Yes, we’re not holding anything back now. This was how this game was set up. Two people were on the ATV. The one on the back had a bow and four arrows and there was a ground trooper nicknamed, “Rambo” running around taking cover in the trenches. ‘Rambo’ occasionally had to dive out of the way so as to not be shot. When I was on the ground this game almost ended the game earlier than it did. Squid was driving with Durmy on the back. Three things happened with the positions as they were. One, right when Squid took off I shot at them and the arrow hit Durmy in the foot. That incident was nothing compared to what was about to happen. They kept driving and Durmy shot a few arrows back at me out of vengeance for his foot. The third arrow I shot was dead on except for the fact that Squid gunned it and the arrow whizzed behind Durmy’s head. They pulled over to talk to me about what had just happened. We had a momentary truce.
“Oh my God! I felt and heard that arrow scream behind my head”. Boy was Durmy right. I know that if Squid hadn’t sped up when he did Durmy would be dead. But nothing had happened so I just thought it was a good shot. In a past life I could have been Robin Hood.
The next incident took place within a minute after this. It didn’t even require a bow or an arrow. I guess Squid had remembered that last time he took off in close proximity to me he almost became a shish-cabob. So instead he just gunned it heading straight for his long gravel drive way. We had stopped and had our conversation in a field to the right of it. Now the drive is about two feet higher than the surrounding fields. He ramped the driveway with some major speed. I guess he’d either never ramped it with a person on the back or Matt wasn’t very secure to begin with, because the moment after the two front wheels touched down on the other side of the road a near catastrophe happened. Matt was barely hanging on to the back of the four-wheeler with his legs because his both his hands were flying all around the place. His back was almost parallel to the ground. I don’t know how he manage long enough till Seneca realized what was happening, turned around and grabbed his sweat shirt and hauled him back up to sit properly on the four-wheeler. It was absolutely amazing to watch.
Well after that we put away the four-wheeler and went back to two people shooting from the field towards the person on the hill. We were about fifteen minutes away from going to see a movie when a scream banished that thought. Matt had started to scream that we shot him in the head. Now Matt isn’t exactly the most trusting character, so we spent about a minute trying to get the truth out of him. We didn’t believe him because he wouldn’t take his hand away from his head. . The arrow had sunk about two inches into his head. The arrow struck him on the right side of his head near his temple but parallel to the front to the back of his head.
There were most definitely some consequences. None were too major though. We destroyed the bows and arrows and an apology was in order but the same could have happened to any of us. No damage was done to him except the puncture wound. He was so lucky, we all were.
Tryegerleh@usieagles.org
English 101 .027
Essay #1
1,067
Major Accident
First off, this event happened in seventh grade. Throughout this entire story it must be remembered that we were idiots. Anyways, the story takes place in a small Indiana town called Mt. Vernon on a small farm just a little north of the actual town. It was around midday when I arrived at my friend’s house. His name is Seneca Weintraut. After I opened the door I noticed a familiar but somewhat unwelcome face. If Matt McDurmon had not been there that day it wouldn’t have been a special day at all. And therefore I would be writing about something completely different. I had no idea Matt would be there mainly because he wasn’t supposed to be. He rudely invited himself and he would certainly pay for it later that day.
We had nothing planned for the day ahead but we started it out with some ninja stars I had with me and a blow gun Seneca had kept in his basement. It was the weekend after Halloween so there were still some pumpkins lying about. We were throwing the stars and shooting the blow gun at the pumpkin. After ten minutes it was completely demolished and several of the stars and darts were lying in the oozing pumpkin. Seneca piped up the idea to get out his two practice bows and several arrows and shoot them into the field and retrieve them after the stock was spent. There were two bows and six arrows, so this happened rather quickly.
At around one o’clock we were rather bored with this so we started having one person standing in the field while two people shot at him. This is where things got interesting. One time during this type of stupidity I shot the arrow and it was like slow mo. I could tell that if Squid (Seneca) didn’t move then that arrow was going to go through his neck. At just the right time Squid moved over one step and the arrow whistled past him. It was mind blowing; I couldn’t stop laughing and shouting, “AWESOME” to realize he could have been killed. So this neither hindered nor fully stopped the shenanigans. It only fueled our crazy ideas.
Next it was two people in the field and one on the hill. Each side had a bow and arrows. It was make believe war. When Seneca was up on the hill by himself and Durmy was with me in the field I was shot right in the calf. It hurt like crazy but it wasn’t that bad. It only bled a little. So the game continued until the next incident which took place on the four-wheeler. Yes, we’re not holding anything back now. This was how this game was set up. Two people were on the ATV. The one on the back had a bow and four arrows and there was a ground trooper nicknamed, “Rambo” running around taking cover in the trenches. ‘Rambo’ occasionally had to dive out of the way so as to not be shot. When I was on the ground this game almost ended the game earlier than it did. Squid was driving with Durmy on the back. Three things happened with the positions as they were. One, right when Squid took off I shot at them and the arrow hit Durmy in the foot. That incident was nothing compared to what was about to happen. They kept driving and Durmy shot a few arrows back at me out of vengeance for his foot. The third arrow I shot was dead on except for the fact that Squid gunned it and the arrow whizzed behind Durmy’s head. They pulled over to talk to me about what had just happened. We had a momentary truce.
“Oh my God! I felt and heard that arrow scream behind my head”. Boy was Durmy right. I know that if Squid hadn’t sped up when he did Durmy would be dead. But nothing had happened so I just thought it was a good shot. In a past life I could have been Robin Hood.
The next incident took place within a minute after this. It didn’t even require a bow or an arrow. I guess Squid had remembered that last time he took off in close proximity to me he almost became a shish-cabob. So instead he just gunned it heading straight for his long gravel drive way. We had stopped and had our conversation in a field to the right of it. Now the drive is about two feet higher than the surrounding fields. He ramped the driveway with some major speed. I guess he’d either never ramped it with a person on the back or Matt wasn’t very secure to begin with, because the moment after the two front wheels touched down on the other side of the road a near catastrophe happened. Matt was barely hanging on to the back of the four-wheeler with his legs because his both his hands were flying all around the place. His back was almost parallel to the ground. I don’t know how he manage long enough till Seneca realized what was happening, turned around and grabbed his sweat shirt and hauled him back up to sit properly on the four-wheeler. It was absolutely amazing to watch.
Well after that we put away the four-wheeler and went back to two people shooting from the field towards the person on the hill. We were about fifteen minutes away from going to see a movie when a scream banished that thought. Matt had started to scream that we shot him in the head. Now Matt isn’t exactly the most trusting character, so we spent about a minute trying to get the truth out of him. We didn’t believe him because he wouldn’t take his hand away from his head. . The arrow had sunk about two inches into his head. The arrow struck him on the right side of his head near his temple but parallel to the front to the back of his head.
There were most definitely some consequences. None were too major though. We destroyed the bows and arrows and an apology was in order but the same could have happened to any of us. No damage was done to him except the puncture wound. He was so lucky, we all were.
Tyler Yegerlehner
Any time someone mentions any kind of acrobatics, like a back handspring or front flip I immediately revisit my childhood. I went to a gymnastics place after school that doubled as a daycare. It was my favorite place in the world. I even think about finding out if Jeff still runs it, and if he does I would love to visit the place that had created such a wonderful time for me. Not to brag or anything but I’m very good at gymnastics to this day.
Jeff was the owner and after school sometimes if I needed help with my homework I could go to him. This is when I truly began to understand math. I was in trouble with a particular chapter and he helped me through it. He was a great guy, but he could get mad if he needed to. I think that my friend Derrick and I convinced, or was a major contributor to the fact that Jeff decided to make a sweet game room. It was awesome when it was done. Donna was his mother and she also worked there. She mainly took care of the kids and worked the concession. She was kind, but if you made her mad she’d rip your head off. Nobody messed with Donna.
Jose was “The” instructor. He was around twenty three and of Mexican descent. He had long hair and could pull any trick you could think of. He taught me everything I could do. I guess I was kind of his protégé. He taught me how to do a back full and a double back on the trampoline, how to run up the wall and do a back flip off that, all kinds of things. And he taught me how to tumble on the floor. Strangely enough he also helped me get rid of my athlete’s feet.
I had the most fun there. It was my favorite place to be. It was quite a big facility. As soon as you walked in on your right there was Donna at the concession stand. Straight ahead was a few clothing materials for gymnastics you could buy. Further to the right of the concession stand was a hallway that led to a few rooms for home work and video games. You entered the actual gym by the concession stand. It was a wooden door that I loved to walk through because as soon as you walked into the gym you were on mats. Straight ahead about five feet away were six balance beams. Turning to the left to be looking parallel with the beams was the main floor straight ahead. Walking about the length of the beams then turning left you were met with a short wall that you had to hop to get onto the platform with the five trampolines. The first trampoline was as big as the other four combined. That’s where everyone got together and played popcorn. Thank goodness that this place had a high ceiling because if it didn’t people would be smacking it when we played popcorn.
Now the next four trampolines were my four favorite things there. I particularly like the first of the four which was the first on the right. They were two by two lengthwise. The first had the most memories. For example, when Jose first started teaching me to do a double back flip I experienced some pain. I got scared the first time and tried to pull out to early and it was a bad jump anyways so I came down and cracked my head on the metal at the back of the trampoline. I had to go to the hospital and get it fixed. They, meaning the administration, knew I was a handful, but they liked me. Another time I was hurt on that trampoline was early in the morning. In the morning Jeff, Donna and Jose had other things to attend to, so a few other kids and I would always play tag on the trampoline platform. Well Derrick and I landed on the first trampoline which is closest to the edge of the platform and I was rocketed off the platform and landed on my back. Jeff heard the thud and came running. I swear that was the longest I’ve ever not breathed in my life.
Any time someone mentions any kind of acrobatics, like a back handspring or front flip I immediately revisit my childhood. I went to a gymnastics place after school that doubled as a daycare. It was my favorite place in the world. I even think about finding out if Jeff still runs it, and if he does I would love to visit the place that had created such a wonderful time for me. Not to brag or anything but I’m very good at gymnastics to this day.
Jeff was the owner and after school sometimes if I needed help with my homework I could go to him. This is when I truly began to understand math. I was in trouble with a particular chapter and he helped me through it. He was a great guy, but he could get mad if he needed to. I think that my friend Derrick and I convinced, or was a major contributor to the fact that Jeff decided to make a sweet game room. It was awesome when it was done. Donna was his mother and she also worked there. She mainly took care of the kids and worked the concession. She was kind, but if you made her mad she’d rip your head off. Nobody messed with Donna.
Jose was “The” instructor. He was around twenty three and of Mexican descent. He had long hair and could pull any trick you could think of. He taught me everything I could do. I guess I was kind of his protégé. He taught me how to do a back full and a double back on the trampoline, how to run up the wall and do a back flip off that, all kinds of things. And he taught me how to tumble on the floor. Strangely enough he also helped me get rid of my athlete’s feet.
I had the most fun there. It was my favorite place to be. It was quite a big facility. As soon as you walked in on your right there was Donna at the concession stand. Straight ahead was a few clothing materials for gymnastics you could buy. Further to the right of the concession stand was a hallway that led to a few rooms for home work and video games. You entered the actual gym by the concession stand. It was a wooden door that I loved to walk through because as soon as you walked into the gym you were on mats. Straight ahead about five feet away were six balance beams. Turning to the left to be looking parallel with the beams was the main floor straight ahead. Walking about the length of the beams then turning left you were met with a short wall that you had to hop to get onto the platform with the five trampolines. The first trampoline was as big as the other four combined. That’s where everyone got together and played popcorn. Thank goodness that this place had a high ceiling because if it didn’t people would be smacking it when we played popcorn.
Now the next four trampolines were my four favorite things there. I particularly like the first of the four which was the first on the right. They were two by two lengthwise. The first had the most memories. For example, when Jose first started teaching me to do a double back flip I experienced some pain. I got scared the first time and tried to pull out to early and it was a bad jump anyways so I came down and cracked my head on the metal at the back of the trampoline. I had to go to the hospital and get it fixed. They, meaning the administration, knew I was a handful, but they liked me. Another time I was hurt on that trampoline was early in the morning. In the morning Jeff, Donna and Jose had other things to attend to, so a few other kids and I would always play tag on the trampoline platform. Well Derrick and I landed on the first trampoline which is closest to the edge of the platform and I was rocketed off the platform and landed on my back. Jeff heard the thud and came running. I swear that was the longest I’ve ever not breathed in my life.
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Hey, whats up, my name is Tyler Ross. I'm a freshman at University of Southern Indiana. Although I am currently undecided in my major, I wish to do something exciting that has nothing to do with business. I love the outdoors and outdoor sports. Me and my friend especially like like kayaking. Our dream for both of us would be to finally buy a whitewater kayak and move to northern California, or Canada. The thing is both of us are broke and I don't have a job, so that's not likely to happen any time soon.
I was born in Gainsville, Florida. and then moved to Jacksonville, Florida. Next, I moved to Palm City, Florida. From there my mom, sister and I moved to Rockville, Maryland. Finally we landed in Mt. Vernon, Indiana. By far my favorite place was Palm City, but not for the reason you would think. I loved it because of the after school daycare that was there. It was the place i learned to love gymnastics. I can still do some till this day but I prefer not to.
I was born in Gainsville, Florida. and then moved to Jacksonville, Florida. Next, I moved to Palm City, Florida. From there my mom, sister and I moved to Rockville, Maryland. Finally we landed in Mt. Vernon, Indiana. By far my favorite place was Palm City, but not for the reason you would think. I loved it because of the after school daycare that was there. It was the place i learned to love gymnastics. I can still do some till this day but I prefer not to.
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