Written by Abi Humber Wednesday, 30 January 2008 10:30I’ve recently made a bunch of Canadian friends and got to visit them over Christmas break with my friend, Sara. We were crazy excited to hang out with them, but couldn’t stop laughing at how randomly different we were, as Americans. The differences we discovered don’t actually matter, but we just found them…odd.
Our first encounter with the strange Canadian culture came less than two hours after our arrival in the Saskatoon airport. Sara and I were staying at our friend Carly’s house. She parked in front, jumped out of her car and said to us, “Just hold on one sec,” as she scampered into the frigid night.
From the passenger seat, I watched her grab something long and orange that seemed to be hanging randomly from the sky...
Written by Abi Humber Wednesday, 31 October 2007 13:14I want to write a little about “Responsibility.” I know what you’re probably thinking, and I totally agree. It’s a horrible, ugly thing, isn’t it?
Looking after my brother, doing various household chores, cleaning up after myself, taking care of my dog…it’s just too much!
Actually, no. I take that back. Pretend I didn’t just say that. I know that having responsibilities is the price I have to pay for freedom…so I will stop complaining now. But seriously, being responsible is a huge pain.
I might be the only kid in my entire school that doesn’t have a cell phone—and I am not even joking. My mother’s reasons for not wanting me to have one are as follows: One, she thinks I break and lose things way too often...
Written by Abi Humber Wednesday, 29 August 2007 11:17This summer, as well last spring and the past two summers, I’ve had the incredible opportunity to work with the homeless during week-long trips to Los Angeles.
I realized that each person on the streets has a story, a time before he or she was homeless, and an individual reason for being so.
I heard inspiring stories of hard-working families who were supporting themselves and living independently of any organizations—despite all the odds and daily hardships.
The more time I was able to spend with those people, the more my passion for helping them grew. I desperately want to be able to make a difference in the lives of hurting people, whether that means serving them a meal, building them a house, helping them with schoolwork, or...
Written by Abi Humber Wednesday, 30 May 2007 11:39So I’m pretty excited right now. I’m having a tough time sitting still as I’m writing this because I want so badly to be watching “Scrubs” (my favorite TV show ever), or fishing, or watching “The Little Mermaid,” or playing Nertz (a really wild card game), or sleeping, or coloring in my “Finding Nemo” coloring book or anything that has nothing to do with writing (and therefore school).
Could this be evidence of ADD, or am I just excited about school being out?
Summer is here! I think I’m just excited about summer.
All right, you may be wondering what the big hype of summer is to a teenager…since, according to my mom, anyway, after the initial two weeks all the excitement wears off and we sit around whining and...
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