There are many types of utensils out there. Spoons, knives, and sporks, and sporkives. Each one a different color and sizes. But there is one that surpasses the rest. The humble fork. There is so much you can do with it. You can cut, scoop, and stab, which is all you need to do. You may have been told that you can’t eat something like yogurt with a fork. That’s a lie. I have tested and proven that yogurt is scoopable with a fork. It can also be used a dull knife. For example, if you get up on a Saturday morning with your Eggo waffle and in need of a knife, use your fork. It doesn’t matter if your cuts are sloppy because it all tastes the same.

Knives and spoons are some of the most overrated things in the world. But the fork just doesn’t get enough credit for what it is. Who’s the ruler of the ocean according to Greek mythology? Oceanus. What does he use? a trike (three-pronged fork). What looks like a trike? A fork. There is no question that a fork should be recognized for its similarities to the trike and amazingly diverse uses. My final point is that a plastic fork rarely fails. A plastic knife is floppy and useless. Same with a plastic spoon. Both very unreliable. But forks will never let you down.

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There isn’t a single thing wrong with penguins. They are happy, caring little fellows. A male will search for hours and hours to find the perfect rock for their partner. That shows true commitment. A female will squat over an egg for days. And once the egg is hatched, they squat over their baby for more days. No matter what type of penguin it is, they will go down in history as a hero. Not to mention the true gracefulness of the way they eat. They will just let the fish slide on down the throat and never choke on it. They also feed their babies like that, which is yet another way they are caring. The sheer bravery they have to get to the food is phenomenal. Maneuvering through the hungry seals who are just waiting to pounce on the penguins.  The penguins go through and back through the pack of seals unphased. Do you know who won the Stanley Cup? The Penguins. Do you know who they beat? The Sharks. That could be proof that real penguins are more powerful and better than real sharks.

For my perfect day, I would wake up at around 10:30 or 11 in the early days of winter break. I would look outside a huge window and would see that it is snowing hard. I would be in a nice hotel in Switzerland. I would wake up to find that a horror movie is starting because I like those types of movies.  I’d eat the breakfast of champions: Waffles. Since most bad movies are fairly short, I’d leave the hotel with my brother around 1 when the snow has died down and go ice skating down a frozen river, because apparently, people do that sometimes in Switzerland.

As we go down the frozen river, we’d stop somewhere along the at a Boudin’s. The boudin’s is small, made of wood, and fairly empty. I would get one of the huge grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon in it. My brother would get a bread bowl of chowder and he’d realize the chowder is nasty so I’d make fun of him for ordering that. When we get to the end of the river, we’d find two nice snowboards that fit us perfectly. one goofy foot and one regular. We take them to the nearest resort and snowboard. We snowboard until lights come on at the resort. We decide that that’s awesome and snowboard some more.

On our final run, we’d stumble upon a shopping cart. I tell my brother, “let’s see if can’t get down a black diamond on that thing”. We take it back up the lift and bomb down the hill. We both thought that it was the most fun thing today. We do it a few more times and then hightail the cart down to the terrain park. We film us going down the half-pipe. It fails miserably. We send the video to the Instagram account “jerryoftheday” and get featured. After we’re done, we meet up with friends at a  big bonfire and have the feast of our lives. The feast is something different to us all. Every hotel in Switzerland offers a free rifle. We go into the woods and hunt a fat moose. While we eat, we see the auroras. By the end of the night, we all go back to our hotels after the night is over, and I have the hardest sleep of my life.

1. Being in San Francisco
2. videogames
3. hockey
4. rain
5. traveling anywhere
6. biking
7. sleeping
8. shredding the gnar (snowboarding, surfing, etc.)
9. My friends
10. Snow

The book Coraline is about a young girl named Coraline who’s parents refuse to entertain her in any way. One day, as she was bored, she discovered a door that she has never seen before. She goes into it and enters a new world. This world is only her house, and in this world, her parents are “perfect”. They entertain her and make her favorite dinner and do anything she wants. But her parents in the other world don’t let her leave, so in the end, Coraline has a fight with the other mother and she wins. She then realizes she should be grateful for what she had before. I thought that the book was very original. I have never read anything like it. The book was fairly dark, though. The other mother got quite hostile, she encounters ghosts with buttons that were sewed on their face by the mother, and some of the illustrations were rather disturbing. I really enjoyed the book other than that. It was a short, easy book that could be read in less than a week.

My name is Colin and I am 14. I live in central California near San Francisco. I like to play golf, hockey, mountain bike, and snowboard. I started snowboarding fairly recently, so I’m not very good, but I still bet respect when people see me with a snowboard and a fairly nice pair of goggles. My family and I go up to Tahoe for as long as we can every break during winter and spring break. I don’t play hockey on ice, because there is no league or hockey rink very close to me. I play on concrete on rollerblades. But rollerblading and ice skating are similar, so I like to ice skate on lakes and sometimes I go up to the hockey rink about 45 minutes away and skate there. My brother and my dad both like to play hockey and ice skate too. We can make a day of just skating for hours. My brother and I often go out to the middle of the street and pass or shoot around with our sticks. The three of us also like to golf together, but I do that with friends more than with them. Both of my dad’s brothers are big cyclists. One was in the Paralympics as a guide for a blind Paralympian and won silver, and the other is the only professional cyclist in Marin County. They both encourage me to ride as much as I can, and I prefer mountain biking over road biking.