Friday, May 18, 2007

Grad Parent Committee

41410 Daisy Lane
Princeton, BC
V2R 7L9

May 17, 2007

Grad Parent Committee
4081 Clearbrook Road
Abbotsford, BC
V4X 2M8

Dear Grad Parent Committee,

I want to start off by saying thank you for all of your time and effort that was put into planning our grad events. I really appreciate the thought behind all of our activities; I do, however, have a few suggestions for next year.

As a student, I was very confused about which events were happening and how to pay for them. I felt it was not very organized, and I didn’t even really understand what was happening until the day all of our information was supposed to be handed in. Getting the information and filling it out, in itself, was a challenge, let-alone handing it in and paying for it.

For next year’s grad class, I really think there should be a schedule made, outlining when each event is happening and when it needs to be paid for and handed in, a week or more before the due date.

Thank you for taking the time to read my letter and consider my thoughts.


Sincerely,




Alanna Pool

Thursday, April 12, 2007

The Movie that Moved me to Tears


Every Wednesday night, while my parents are at
Alpha, my brother and I have what we like to call our “brother sister night”. We usually just watch TV and hang out together. One week, my brother was telling me about a movie that he was anxious to see. I didn’t tell him, but I had been thinking about seeing that same movie. I thought it would be a nice surprise to bring him to the movie theater and see it together on our brother sister night. The movie we saw is called “Bridge to Terabithia”, and it is about a boy and his friend who makes up a wonderful fantasy land called Terabithia! Toward the end of the film, the girl, who is the boy’s only close friend, dies. The boy is heartbroken and then, decides to introduce Terabithia to his little sister, making it a sad and yet happy ending. When the boy’s friend died, I didn’t know where the tears were coming from, but they just kept coming, and they wouldn't stop! I guess I was able to relate to the movie in that my best friend is very important to me, and I would be devastated if she was gone. I never cry in movies, so even though I felt sad, I was almost excited at this “accomplishment”. When I think back, I remember that the theater was filled with younger, elementary-aged children. When I was crying, I could hear them behind me saying things like, “Look, that girl is crying”, and later on, “Man, that girl is still crying!” I felt kind of silly once the lights came back on and I had to wipe my face to dry it off, but I was also filled with joy as I thought about the story my brother and I would always remember. The first time I cried in a movie, on our brother sister night.

Monday, March 5, 2007

After School Amusements


My kindergarten year was spent at Langley Christian School with my best friend, Amanda. After school everyday, her mom would pick us up in her big, brown station wagon, and I’d spend the afternoon at her house, playing dress up until my mom would pick me up after work. Sometimes her mom would let us stay after school for a little while and play in the playground. I remember one particular piece of playground equipment which was vibrantly colored, rocket shaped, and went up sort of like a pyramid, which I liked to climb on. One bright day after school, Amanda and I were climbing on it when her mom came. I was showing her how high I could climb when I felt a weird sensation on my head, like the yolk of a broken egg. I thought maybe I was sweating, I was kind of bewildered about it, but I disregarded it and kept on playing. Shortly after, Amanda and her mom were smiling and motioning for me to come down. Once I made it to the bottom, I didn’t understand why they were telling me to follow them to the bathroom. Once we got into the bathroom, Amanda’s mom began to wet some paper towel and dab it on my head, I thought maybe I had a cut and that was what the weird feeling from earlier was. I was wrong. While Amanda’s mom was dabbing my head, she told me that a bird had pooped on my head while I was climbing the colorful rocket thing. At first, I was red as a tomato with embarrassment, but we all ended up laughing with anticipation, not able to wait until we could get home and tell everyone what had happened.