The bail out bros.

when i think back to a time in which i was faced with the decision to bail or not to bail, one incident comes to mind immediately, the one year i went out to my best friends cabin and we decided to go tubing. one day we were looking for something new and exciting to try out at his cabin, having been tubing and wake-boarding already we thought that would be a good place to start. after a few runs Justin had the genius idea to get the two smaller tubes and have tube wars at the same time versus each-other, so we went out and began our battles, not knowing of our impending doom. as we fought each other and tried to knock the other off of his tube and spray water in his face, but his father decided to create the wave to end all waves and then pull us through it- possibly sending us 20+ feet in the air to our watery defeat. knowing full well what was about to occur i moved away from Justin and went in for one more attack, an attack that would save us both. i launched myself over the wake towards him and jumped to tackle him off his tube, catching his chest with the blow of an hockey check we both went into the lake, seconds later we both see the tubes flipped over in the air and the boat tearing away from where we were. as it circled back i told Justin i got him good and that i won the wars. he accepted this ruse and i played it off as if i hadn't just bailed out and taken him with me to cover my back..

Blog #6 jb

Every time i think about little kids or excitement one memory comes to mind. when i was younger i had always wanted an Xbox gaming console. after sleeping over at a hockey friends house i discovered how badly i really wanted one. Later on in the year Christmas rolled around, and after raving about this Xbox all year long i knew i was going to get one. Christmas morning on that day was the most exciting day i can think of, waiting at the top of the stairs to go down to the tree and unwrap the gift of my dreams. after 30 minuets of ecstatic present opening a realization came to me.... i had one present left and hadn't seen the Xbox yet.
literally shaking with excitement i opened the gift and saw...you'd never guess... but an empty Xbox box..you can only imagine my disappointment when i looked at the insides of the box to see a note, it read "sorry we took your Xbox out and set it up downstairs..love mom and dad" i rushed over to them half laughing and half crying because i couldn't decide whether to be angry or overjoyed.  That is the most exciting moment i can remember from my childhood, and it always comes to mind when i am excited or around my cousins.

Christmas

on christmas my family and i all used to gather around the fireplace the night before christmas day, we would talk about santas arrival and what we were all hoping to get. we would make cookies and get a glass of milk and set them out for santa as a family, and in the night while we were all asleep, the magic of christmas would start to flow over all of us. although as a determined kid for my age, i would try so hard to keep my increasingly heavy eyelids from closing and wisking away my chance of seeing that beloved red-clad man carrying all the toys and goodies to the tree.
in the morning, all of the kids in my family would have to sit atop the stairs around the corner from the christmas tree untill our parents were dressed and ready to go. That moment is what i cherish the most about christmas, that magical feeling of pure excitement and the knowing that all you wished for was just beyond that corner, you'd imagine what lay there under the tree. but in the daze of my imagination id miss my parents giving the go-ahead and be left in the dust behind my brother and sister. id bolt down and walk slowly around the corner and then smile and laugh-this is the moment, this is the feeling, this is what my christmas was really about.

Blog #4: Laugh attack

I can only remember a few times in which i laughed to the point of either crying or laughing without any sound, and they were quite some time ago.

The first but not the greatest comes to mind, i was in grade 6 or 7 at the time and i had happened to be in drama with a certian student named nic. I wasnt freinds with him at the time and didnt intend on becoming his freind, untill i heard his jokes. these jokes were so funny!(although innapropriate at times) that whenever i heard them i would just start uncontrollably laughing; it would start as a small chuckle, then escalate into a laugh, and then into a laughing fit, and finaly into a point in which i was crying on the floor and laughing so hard i had to hold my stomach for fear that it might explode!  After calming down from my laughing fit, i would try and talk to nic but i couldnt make any sound without laughing. We became good freinds that day and have been so since.

Laughter is the best medicine. But it is also the best concrete to build a freindship on.

The forest- By Jonathan W. Buckingham

Walking...it's all i seemed to do now these days.walking through this forest and remember things past, remembering how it was before she left, remembering what happened...

 As children her and i used to walk through those golden-orange forests together in the fall, playing games and having fun as the innocent children we were. Back then we would pretend to be a prince and and a princess riding through the forest together speaking of the days activities at the palace, while being chased by bandits of course, that was my input on the fantasy. I would save her from the bandits and she would give me a handkerchief* for saving her.  *(for a handkerchief we used a napkin from my parents dining set.) and i would take it and put it in my pocket, then we would run home together with one of our hands holding the others hand. She would squeeze mine and smile.
As she and i grew older, we started developing a much more intertwined relationship. we would regularly have each other over for dinner and hang out after school. and comfort each other when one was hurt or feeling down.

 But when we went into Sr.high school everything between her and i changed. She met a guy, not that she hadn't in the past, she had been in relationships in the past and i would be there to protect her when they went bad, because they always did. so back to this guy, she fell for him in an instant but i had a bad feeling right from the beginning when she told me about him and showed me a picture of him i knew something was wrong with him. As our senior high year progressed we started growing farther apart, to her our old group of friends were replaced with her new guy's friends, and for me, i was just another guy that she happened to know when she was around him. He was one of those guys who seemed like he knew everyone and was often invited to party's and drank more than he should.

A few days from the end of school is when the incident happened. she and the guy went out for the night. I sat at home, alone. Thinking about what i was supposed to do over the summer when my best friend was off  gallivanting with some other guy. later that night i received a phone call from her parents home phone. I knew something was extremely and unmistakeably wrong. as soon as i heard her mothers voice. she said that i needed to come to the hospital as quickly as i could, i asked why, hoping and praying with all of my heart that my best friend was alright. she started struggling to speak and crying over the phone. When she told me that it was her daughter my mind went blank as if i wasn't actually hearing it. I guess i couldn't handle the situation at the time. But during my period of shock between me dropping the phone and running to the car, one thought remained suspended in my head, it was to get there as fast as i can.

I headed off to the hospital running every stop sign i came too, not caring. I needed to get to the hospital. when i arrived i saw her mother and ran up to her and frantically asked where her daughter was. she told me that she was in the operating room. and that she had gotten into a car crash. She didn't tell me at fist but it Turned out the guy was driving drunk. Later after waiting nervously to go in and see my best friend, i was called in. Her mother had to nudge me to go because i was so lost in thought. I walked in a dreamlike state to the room she had been moved to, when i walked in the door i let loose a single tear, and then when i was standing over her bruised and broken body, a mere memory of her former self. I let loose a waterfall of tears, and sat down with my head in my hands. She woke at the sound of my weeping and outstretched her arm slowly to the end of the bed in a vain attempt to reach my hand. I looked up and stopped crying, wiping my tears aside i stood up and took her hand in mine and she told me how sorry she was and how she shoul've listened to me, and that she was so wrong about the guy. I interrupted her mid-sentence and said "all of that doesn't matter right now, i am just so glad that you are alive, now save your breath you'll need it to talk to everyone else." she said nothing but just squeezed my hand as she had when were kids together.

 I smiled at the memory and squeezed back. But she didn't stop squeezing, she started squeezing tighter and tighter and she wouldn't let go of my hand, i asked her frantically what was wrong. she struggled to formulate words but eventually made out three words, the most important but also the last word she would ever speak. " I love you." she said as the last breath of air faded from her body. I started shaking her hand then her body, all while crying frantically and screaming for help as loud as i could. the doctor ran in and pulled me out of the way, he did some checks while another doctor held me back. The first doctor pulled the sheets over the girls head and motioned for the other doctor to take me out of the room, I fought to get to her and screamed " NO, NO, NO!" as the doctor dragged me off while i was crying hopelessly. I collapsed on the floor in front of her family still crying. her mother and father came over to comfort me, for they had already known that she was going to die. and had spent their time saying their goodbyes before i had arrived. I told them that i never got to say goodbye. and they cried with me. And i cant remember much after that. other than that the months following were the worst of my life. Only after those months could i return to this forest, and make peace with what had happened. But for some strange reason i still felt her there in the forest with me. laughing and playing.

 

Sweet coat of arms or not?

One gloomy morning in the town of splitzville, a man named James was awoken by yet another bird hitting his window. A he commenced his everyday schedule of showering and putting his clothes on before a nice cup of coffee he screamed with delight as he pulled out what appeared to be a crisp one hundred dollar bill! But unfortunately he was confronted with the truth, what he had mistaken for a one hundred dollar bill was actually just a used napkin. He trudged on down the stairs towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. Once he reached the kitchen he thought to himself about what he would’ve done if he had actually found one hundred dollars. He sat down to drink his coffee  was to get a new suit for his current one was getting quite ratty, the second thing he thought of was to buy his girlfriend something nice or take her out to dinner. Once he was done and satisfied with what he would’ve done with the money he drove off to work. When he arrived home he turned off the car and made sure he had everything he needed; phone, wallet, briefcase. But as he reached for the door handle something fell out of his sleeve. It was a crisp one hundred dollar bill! He raced inside to find his girlfriend standing in the kitchen and ran up to hug her. She asked why he was so excited and he replied with "I’m taking you to dinner!" and off they went to enjoy a nice dinner together.

hello my name is Jonathan William Buckingham. I'm not your ordinary everyday senior high student,( then again who is ordinary these days?). i am a landscape photographer and soon-to-be life guard. a few things i enjoy are climbing, mountain biking, music( all types except rap), Parkour(free running) swimming, and MIL-SIMS-(Airsoft).  I have been attending Calgary Academy for eight years, and have grow into the man i am becoming with a great deal of help from the staff of Calgary academy. I have a mid sized family (mother and father, brother and sister, and my golden retriever buddy) that seems to get along just fine. Over the summer i worked as a construction worker, i learned various carpentry, framing and design skills. when i wasn't working i was wake boarding or tubing behind the boat. i am looking forward to this school year because there are so many new teachers to meet and so many new opportunity's as a grade eleven student. if your ever curious about things pertaining to Airsoft, current events, science, or even the latest happenings inside the school. I am a viable resource. And welcome to C.A