About two years ago in the summertime, I got accepted into Springfield's Sister City program to be a young ambassador to our Sister City of Ashikaga, Japan. It was an amazing trip and interesting experience that impacted me a lot.
I got to take a 10-hour flight across the Pacific Ocean (not to mention it was the very first time I had ever been on a plane). When I got there, I stayed with a Japanese family for an entire week. I got to practice some broken Japanese, and I basically played charades in order to communicate. I got to experience Japanese school, culture, and history, and it was very cool. It impacted me because even though our cultures are very different from each other, I also got to see how much we have in common. It helped me understand that we are all in common, and that it doesn't matter if we're Japanese or American or Assyrian or Russian. We're all just people.
... On that side note, now I'm bored and want to write something creative because Mr. Langley said this was creative writing time. Plus I still need like... 133 words. 131.
So I had the dream the other night that I was awesome. Like seriously awesome. Awesome enough to vacation in Syria, even though that entire area is war-torn and politically unstable. So I went on vacation in Syria, and I somehow ended up in Acre. I was a traceur, so I totally climbed up a bunch of buildings and such. Then I had hummus and pomegranates and spoke perfect Arabic, and all of a sudden, I was in Siberia in the dead of winter. So I ran around for a little while and talked to a wolf pack and learned the meaning of life and proved Einstein's theory of relativity and...
Yeah, I was really tired when I went to sleep. And I had done too much homework. Did I mention that I also got to meet Pope Alexander VI? He was a jerk.
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