According to the laws of my family, I have been pronounced "a late bloomer."
Why, you ask? I will tell you why.
"I'm tired of driving. If only you had your driver’s license, Isaiah. I’d let you drive."
Yes, that’s right. I don’t have my license yet. And my mom hasn't let me forget about that either. I'm saving up enough money to pay for driver’s ed. Let's just say that it would be a lot easier for mom and me, if I got my license.
Oh, and another thing, it's really horrifying if I haven't had my first kiss yet.
Mom: So, Isaiah, have you had your first kiss yet?
Me: Uh, no.
Mom: What, why not? I had my first kiss when I was fourteen. When did you have yours, Tim?
Dad: I had my first kiss when I was twelve.
Because that's normal, right?
Me: I am waiting for the right person.
Mom: Well, that's okay because the longer you wait, the more special it will be.
Glad we got that one figured out. Yet, I will always be a late bloomer in the eyes of my sister.
"Hey, Isaiah. Did you know that Micropachycephalosauruses were very tiny?"
I stared at her blankly.
"Esther-Faith, what in the world are Micropachycephalosauruses?"
She gave me an equally striking look.
"They’re dinosaurs, duh!"
Oh. I guess I should have known that.
Well I know my goals for this year. I better start working on them soon. I really need to learn my dinosaurs.
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Sunday, August 25, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
The Lonely Kicker
Welcome to my world. The world of sports and conditioning. Where I do track, but excel in a field event. Where I play football.
Football. In the rest of the world, football is played with a ball at your feet. Hence the name. Here in the USA, it's played with your hands.
Unless you're the kicker.
Which I am.
I am a sophomore. This surprises a lot of my teammates due to the fact that I beat every single one of them in kicking.
I am everything, but the punter. And--so I've been told--the future, because I can kick five field goals in a row.
Surprising, since everyone wants to kill me when I miss one and they have to do push-ups.
I don't credit myself as the best kicker at Westland, I just try to get things done when needed.
And it looks like I'll be doing that a lot this year, under the lights, on Friday nights.
My team is still trying to find a back-up kicker in case I get hurt. I just let them try and I often laugh. For two reasons:
1. I don't plan to get hurt since I am the kicker and no one is allowed to tackle me.
2. While everyone else enjoys using their hands, I love to play the right way, with my feet. And unless you play soccer or are the kicker, you wouldn't understand.
© 2013 Isaiah P. Henn, all rights reserved.
Copyright notice: All content, including writings, artwork, photographs, or videos, posted on this blog is original to Isaiah Henn and the HennHouse unless otherwise stated and may not be reproduced without permission.
Football. In the rest of the world, football is played with a ball at your feet. Hence the name. Here in the USA, it's played with your hands.
Unless you're the kicker.
Which I am.
I am a sophomore. This surprises a lot of my teammates due to the fact that I beat every single one of them in kicking.
I am everything, but the punter. And--so I've been told--the future, because I can kick five field goals in a row.
Surprising, since everyone wants to kill me when I miss one and they have to do push-ups.
I don't credit myself as the best kicker at Westland, I just try to get things done when needed.
And it looks like I'll be doing that a lot this year, under the lights, on Friday nights.
My team is still trying to find a back-up kicker in case I get hurt. I just let them try and I often laugh. For two reasons:
1. I don't plan to get hurt since I am the kicker and no one is allowed to tackle me.
2. While everyone else enjoys using their hands, I love to play the right way, with my feet. And unless you play soccer or are the kicker, you wouldn't understand.
© 2013 Isaiah P. Henn, all rights reserved.
Copyright notice: All content, including writings, artwork, photographs, or videos, posted on this blog is original to Isaiah Henn and the HennHouse unless otherwise stated and may not be reproduced without permission.
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