Danielle Robak's Creative Writing Blog: 2014

Wednesday 26 February 2014

Yay!!!

Finally donated blood! Best experience ever and I will definitely do it again.

I was surprised that I didn't faint, I recommend you all go and donate!

Next donation is April 22nd

Tuesday 21 January 2014

Buried Life Project

http://animoto.com/play/jxtmUyV6vpODQ0C19nCuLA#

We grow up to fast. We mature and things get serious by the time we are 18. Time flies by and we forget about the things we love. My now what is something I will work on for this summer. I well set myself up so I have all summer to spend more time with my horse. As of right now I work up to 40 hours a week and only get to see my horse Tiberius once a week. Being out there on the farm makes me feel relaxed and know that everything around me in the world has stopped, it's just me and my horse. Time now for me is very short, when I finish school and apply for university time will only get shorter and shorter. Hopefully this summer will be different and I will spend more time doing the things I love doing and things I want to do.

Authors Note

When I think when I think of death it scares me, thinking of life excites me. The list of 100 things to do before you die seems like a lot but we have 36,500 days if we live to 100 to accomplish 1 thing each day. Whether it's to have children or to travel the world, each day we live can lead to a success story. I believe this list has meaning. Ambition and determination. Be determined to live life to the fullest and to enjoy the things we want to do most. The list that I have made, made me realize that life is way too short to be bossed around and that I'd like to attempt many things on my list. I know that once I accomplish one thing, many more things will be crossed off. My list of 100 things would become smaller and smaller. As I grow up and become more mature, things will become more serious. I will most likely forget about all the things I dreamed of doing when I was young. Whether it was to travel to the moon or drive a fire truck, we may just all forget and start a new list. These dreams we have will make life more exciting and enjoyable. The one thing that I plan on getting to next is to become a paramedic. This dream I have will lead to another dream such as #35, save a life or maybe #42, see someone healed. I am determined and confident enough to make this come true. Stay determined and make sure to live life to the fullest because life is waay too short.

100 things- buried life

#1 get over my fear of spiders

#2 visit an ancient castle

#3 own a house in the country

#4 graduate

#5 become a paramedic

#6 travel to each continent

#7 fly a plane

#8 get married

#9 own my own farm

#10 swim with jelly fish

#11 have children

#12 donate blood

#13 teach my dad how to properly ride a horse

#14 paddle through a medieval town

#15 go on a romantic picnic

#16 teach my horse how to bow

#17 travel to Africa

#18 play in a public fountain

#19 learn a second language

#20 be in a movie

#21 go camping all summer

#22 place a lock on the love bridge in Paris

#23 win 1st place over all in a jumping competition

#24 snowboard in Whistler B.C

#25 sleep in a cave

#26 ride an elephant

#26 fire a gun

#27 bungee jump

#28 get over my fear of sharks

#30 visit Japan

#31 sky dive

#32 hold a monkey

#33 meet Taylor Swift

#34 ride a cable car in San Francisco

#35 save a life

#36 take my children to Disney World

#37 teach my kids how to ride a bike

#38 teach my kids how to ride a horse

#39 hike in Italy

#40 collect a jar of dirt from every state

#41 climb a mountain

#42 see someone healed

#43 jump my horse bareback

#44 see Ellen live

#45 wind surf

#46 go on a real safari

#47 go grape stomping

#48 sponsor a child in an undeveloped country

#49 experience white water rafting

#50 be in New York on New Years Eve

#51 make a rainbow rose

#52 swim in every ocean

#53 buy a cow

#54 learn how to play the violin

#55 learn how to figure skate

#56 drive a race car

#57 try acupuncture

#58 go to a fortune teller

#59 get a professional massage

#60 have my own chicken coop

#61 own my own bakery

#62 travel with my bestfriend

#63 move in with my boyfriend

#64 go on a road trip with all my friends

#65 go Marine Land

#66 sleep under the stars

#67 get over my fear of bears

#68 plant a maple tree

#69 learn how to do origami

#70 ride my horse on the beach

#71 camp out on the beach

#72 parasail

#73 live in a little village for a couple months

#74 buy a second house somewhere tropical

#75 visit Antarctica

#76 fly in a helicopter

#77 swim with penguins

#78 hug a gorilla

#79 meet Orlando bloom

#80 instruct a zoomba class

#81 learn how to dance

#82 give a homeless person shelter

#83 volunteer at a soup kitchen

#84 run a full marathon

#85 go on a train

#86 start my own business

#87 spend my whole day in a library

#88 learn how to make sushi

#89 live in a jungle for a week

#90 ride dolphins

#91 work with wild animals

#92 stop animals from getting abused

#93 try every type of food in the world

#94 read the entire bible

#95 build a house for a family in need

#96 donate over 100 000 dollars to charity

#97 leave my hand prints In wet cement

#98 dance in the rain

#99 make a tree fort

#100 cut my hair really really short

Monday 20 January 2014

Complaining about school...

I honestly don't understand why teachers assign 50 million things before the exam. Every single teacher gives the speech about how they want us to pass the exam and study for it. Well how the hell are we supposed to study for the exam we don't want to write in the first place when you give us assignments to finish right before!? It's crazy.

Biology for example. Easy course and has very interesting topics but our teacher crams everything in near the end because she has been struggling to keep us up to date (not the students fault)

Also don't believe students should have to write a test if they don't recieve their marks and quizzes back from that same unit. Sure we can study the notes we have copied down word for word but I wanna know what I got wrong and if I passed or not on these quizzes.

Complaints of the day..

Feel Stressed and very rushed. Not ready for next week

Friday 10 January 2014

Hard work

Worked him hard today, he loves this weather.. So sweaty

Wednesday 8 January 2014

Short Fiction Project-Simple but Rich

Created by: Danielle Robak

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Simple but Rich

Chapter 1

When people ask me to explain this place, what do I say? Will I be able to describe exactly what it looks like, smells like and the muggy feeling I get when I step outside my door? There are no words for this so called home. Starting “fresh” a 12 year old boy that I am, once had everything and now, nothing. What the hell happened?

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. Sun shining high up in the clear blue sky, a slight breeze that sent shivers down my spine. My father, Mr. big shot finally offered to take me to my final baseball game. Its weird, usually he is either busy with work or busy doing something that involves work. On the way to the field my favorite song came on. My dad and I started singing and were already pumped for my game. The song was still playing as we parked and got out of the car. I could hear the lyrics so clear as I walked onto the field. Teammates were warming up all excited to win and finish our baseball season. I started getting warmed up, throwing the ball back and forth to my partner, boy this feels good.

“Time to hit the field”, yells the ref.

I’m pitcher today, 100% ready to throw hard and win. I look to the left where my dad was standing, hmm, that’s weird I thought to myself. My father is nowhere to be seen. Yeah yeah it was normal. As soon as the whistle blows I spot him talking the phone. He doesn’t look too happy. This is our last game and he isn’t even watching my first pitch. “Stop thinking Jeremy” I say to myself under my breath. “Keep focused”. The ball rolls off my hand. A wicked curve ball that lands in the back catcher’s glove.

“Strike”, the ref yells.

2 more to go. Second and third throw are exactly the same.

“Strike, you’re out”.

Time goes by my arm is sore, it never gets sore. The score is close we are down by one, next homerun and they win. Next batter walks up. Short and stubby. This will be easy. Over to the left of the field my dad is yelling at his phone, great! The game is in my hands and I’m distracted. Whatever, I’m focused, a couple more throws and we are safe. I wind up my arm and pitch the ball. It travels through the air so fast I couldn’t see it. The batter swings his bat and sends the ball flying.

“What!” I yell. “How the hell!?”

Who knows where the ball went. The chubby little player, maybe 5 feet tall makes his way from base to base.

“Homerun!” announces the umpire.

I look over to my dad, he hasn’t watched 1 minute of my game. I look over to my coach. He throws his clipboard to the ground pissed and it’s my entire fault.

The players on my team walk off the field with their heads hanging low, including myself, not saying a word.

“Well good loss boys”, our coach says to us. “Its alright, we will get them next year.”

I have no interest talking to my coach about how my one throw lost us the game. I walk away from my team and wait for my dad. He ends up walking over 10 minutes later with his phone dangling in his hand.

“You didn’t even watch my game!!” I yell in a very upset voice.

“I’m sorry bud, work was holding me on the line, and I ended up getting caught talking to your mother.” Explains my dad.

“Whatever”, I replied.

The ride home is quiet. No music and no discussion. We drive up slowly into our garage. I grab my stuff and jump out of the vehicle, slamming the door.

My mom is inside throwing things in boxes and bags. She comes running over in tears.

“What’s wrong mom?” I say as tears fill my eyes.

“Sweetie, your father lost his job” she whispers to me in a soft voice.

“No No, how could this happen? You guys said that everything would be fine!” I respond in a loud voice and cross my arms. “Where are we going!? I like it here.”

“Your father has lost his job. They believe it will be better for him in a lower titled facility,” replied my mother. “Down south you know, closer to Capri”

“Are you kidding!?” I shout. “I have everything here, friends, sports, school. We hear about what they get down there. Nothing!”

OK, how can this be happening? My life here is perfect. Families down there don’t have anything and we have too much class for a village like Capri.

Here I am on a plane going far south. Leaving a place I once called home. Five days ago I never would have guessed a boy like me with perfect friends, family and a perfect life would be leaving. I look over to where my little brother is sitting. He is practically jumping out of his seat with excitement. In fact as I look around at the other passengers they all have that excited, anticipating look on their faces.

Screw this. I plug my headphones into my ears and doze off into a restless sleep.

Wow time really flew by I lift my head slow. The plane has landed. I take a look out the passenger window. Nothing but bare land and the feeling of dullness. We step off the plane. The hot air hits me as I walk off the plane, my face burns. You'd think that there would be a breeze on a day like this, beaming hot sun but dry as a desert. The thought of living here, leaving my perfect life behind makes me want to vomit. Do you know what they say about this place? Rumors are that the people living here are so pour they have no idea what life is actually like. I look around at my family, wow, they actually look happy. How could anyone be happy here in the desert!?

Chapter 2

The drive to our place wasn't as bad as I thought. Sure I have been complaining about how shitty this village is but it's a new place so I had many things to look at. We got settled in to our 1 story bungalow, nothing like the 2 story mansion we had back home. Painted boring brown on the outside, dark red shutters, and many little bushes surrounding the house. Inside was painted a light grey color and had dark wooden flooring, I guess not too bad. My bedroom was just white, mom said I can paint it whatever color I wanted in a couple days. I had box after box being piled into my room. Although I had no interest in unpacking them.

"Jeremy, you know your going to have to unpack those boxes sometime soon," my father says as he walks past my room.

"Yea yea whatever," I say under my breath. “These boxes will stay packed until I get my old life back."

“This is your life now, and you will learn to deal with it whether you like it or not, “responds my father.

I shut my door with anger, not sure how to take that one. This is my new life, yea right.

I haven't been enrolled in school yet unfortunately, what will I do with my time. These clothes definitely need to come off I thought to myself. I change into jeans and a sweatshirt and throw on a pair of warn out runners with holes at the toe.

“I’m heading outside mom!" I yell as I head out the front door.

"Ok, be back before the sun goes down dinner will be ready then," she shouts back.

Since when does she have a set time for dinner? At our old house we ate whenever we pleased, or just alone since everyone was busy doing their own thing. Weird.

As the days go by things get weird. My mom has been acting like a new person. I see my family more than ever and never would have realized everyone would be this happy in this ridiculous village. Ok ok, so a couple weeks ago I was playing professional club baseball with people I loved being with and a sport I loved playing. Who wouldn’t be upset leaving a life like mine? Living here has changed me, Capri has changed all of us.

So I carried on with my life, not really complaining anymore and figured it was just a waste of time being in a bad mood. My father ended up getting a phone call from his boss a couple days ago. The company seemed to be going down hill with the new head chief and the boss offered my dad his spot back. This was the opportunity my dad had been waiting for since we have moved here. Why wait? We will move back and everything would go back to normal, same friends and school. What would happen to this place? What would happen to all the great things that have happened here, does my family have the same thoughts I have now? How will I be able to tell my family that I would I like to remain living here? This place has made us positive and more as a family, why leave?

We talked it over as a family and discussed how our life would yet again change. Sure this isn’t the place we have imagined living in for the rest of our life, maybe it’s just the start to leading us to something bigger and better. I’d like to hope so. Capri did something to our family. I have been able to act like a kid again and enjoy things that I have never thought of doing. My father has joined me in all activities and his cell phone isn't attached to his ear anymore, like at all, I barely see him on it. My mom has found new passions such as cooking and decorating and has joined us a couple times at the beach with my little brother. As for myself, my spirits are way higher and I enjoy being with my family. I have realized that simple things in life are the true things that make us happy. A simple life is a rich life.

The End. By Danielle Robak

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Saturday 4 January 2014

Holidays and I'm sick..

Caught a bug for the last bit of the break.. Thinking the flu, apparently it's going around. Gotta stop everything to lie in bed and be really bored :/