What can I say? This man is my idol. You may think that he is just a man in a costume, but he is so much more. I want to be him someday. I want to be the big apple! I feel like I have all the qualities necessary to take the “Fruit Suit” to new heights! My musical and comical abilities will come into play in this career path. No one will have ever seen a better apple. I'll be the greatest. You'll see.

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I was brought up as a golfer. My grandpa played- my father played- and my brother played. It was must natural that I play as well. As a small boy I played golf everyday in hopes of being a professional like Tiger. Tiger woods has always been a name of legendary stature to me. He has been a role model for my golfing interests. Even though his reputation outside of golf has recently been temporarily tarnished, his reputation as a golfer, to me, remains exemplary.

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Where can I begin with this picture? This microphone represents what I am. I am a singer. To me, singing is much more than matching notes with pitches. It is an expression of passion. It is an art form. From my earliest memories, I was the “ham” at all family gatherings. I would do anything and everything for attention. Quickly I realized that singing gained me great attention. Now, however, I take music much more seriously. After gaining a gold medal at State Vocal Contest each year of high school, I am channeling myself towards a career.

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I have been playing piano for the larger part of my life. I do not read music all too well; however, I play fair by ear. Since my freshman year, I have written close to twenty songs for this instrument, and I have performed them for different audiences. My music falls under a r&b/pop genre with a slight folk feel. Mainly I play piano because I like the feeling of relaxation and accomplishment that it gives me.

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Let it snow!!

Tonight we're due for a good sized snow, and boy oh boy do I hope it comes! I want to play in the snow; sled, make snowmen, throw snowballs, make snow angels. I'll be sure to stay away from yellow snow, however.

POWER JOURNAL OF THE WEEK :)

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Bartholomew Smith: The Closet-Case

No. 4

Oh, how he stunk! Every night I would lay in my bed and hold my nose firmly against my pillow in hopes of blocking out the horrible smell. I had a monster in my closet. I wasn't frightened of him, for he was all but harmful; however, the smells that flowed from him could kill cockroaches. Usually he stayed hidden, but sometimes he would come out and ask if he could finish off my glass of water, or if I had any crackers he could “borrow” (as if they would be returned once consumed). Occasionally he would leave my room and roam around the hall, but he didn't stay out long. Bartholomew was scared of my mother. In fact, he was scared of all humans except me.

The monster in my closet was a big sissy. Never once, in all my years of knowing him, did he try to scare me. I don't know if he didn't want to, or if he just didn't know how, but he never did. Once he came out of my closet screaming. I was terrified. Then I noticed he was screaming in pain because he had stepped on the pointed side of a hanger. Ole' Bartholomew's voice was a mixture of Eyor from Winnie the Poo and Robert from Everybody Loves Raymond. When he spoke, it was as if he was the saddest thing alive. Even when he was excited it still sounded like his pet had just died.

My monster and I had many adventures, most of which were by accident. He was a paranoid creature who was always hearing things. He and I would constantly be searching my room for other monsters. Once a fly buzzed around my room and Bartholomew jumped back into the closet and hid under a stack of clothes. Here I was, a seven year old boy who had a monster that was a bigger scaredy-cat than I.

Bartholomew became a close friend to me. He was a good listener, and always gave me advice. It was terrible advice, but he tried hard until one day he was gone. I came home from school one day and ran to my closet to tell Bartholomew about my day, but he wasn't there. All i saw was a note that read:

Dear Michael,

I'm sorry I had to leave. The MPA [Monster Placement Agency] gave me a new location. I will always remember you and I will miss you.

Your friend,

Bart

The news brought tears to my eyes, but I knew it was for the best. I thought to myself how much I would miss my monster, Bartholomew Smith.

THIS SONG IS THE BEES KNEES!



I can't wait for the album to drop.












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