Life is about passion. If you are not passionate about something, your life will not be fulfilled and you will be miserable. A person's job is a part of their everyday life, and if it does not make them happy, then it is not worth spending time on. I believe that it is very important to be passionate about your job. I know a lot of people that are not happy with their jobs, but still they dont do anything about it. They just keep working at the same place because it is a steady paycheck. If only they could see. If only they could have the balls to quit that damn job and pursue with what they love. Whether it be singing, dancing, playing guitar or even wanting to be a fire-fighter. It doesn't matter. Go through with what you want to do in life, it's worth it.

I would kill to become a professional snowboarder. It's my dream to be on a trip in New Zealand just shreddin with Nicolas Muller, Travis Rice, Shaun White and Chris Dufficy. I can only imagine what it would be like. I am going to train so hard to try and accomplish my goal. I WILL get somewhere in life and people will know me and look up to me all over the world. After school is out, I'm going to get a decent paying job and save up a bunch of money, then find a place to live in Whistler and move there. I'll board everyday whether it's winter or summer. It's awsome because they have Glacier Skiing in the summer. I won't slack off at all, and I'll practice as hard as I f***ing can! Just watch, you will remember me.

Summer in the Yakima Valley

The poem “Summer in the Yakima Valley” includes a lot of contrast. The main one is that the first half of the poem is in the day, and the second half is in the night. The day describes the daily life on the farm, while the night is a whole different scene. This puts different moods into the poem and sets the theme to be very broad and expanding, yet narrow and precise if you really look close. The day also represents the narrator and his cousin being together like in line 16-18 “In over-the-knees rubber boots… my cousin and I stomped the uneven ground”. Once it turned night though, “he always fell asleep first, my cousin, leaving me to listen alone” line 31-33. Now the narrator is alone, and can hear the coyote’s cry. The mood changes to a dim, dark sense of purpose. Certain sights appear in the night that do not in the daytime. This poem is full of contrast.