Kelan Reilly: Adventures in Colorado

By Kelan Reilly

Staff Writer

            This year, as always, I thoroughly enjoyed my spring break. My family and I went to Steamboat Springs, Colorado, a town known for great skiing.  Our vacation started at 5 in the morning on Saturday, March 24, when we woke up, got ready, and headed to the Philadelphia Airport.

            The day we flew out there was obviously the most tiring. For starters, I woke up at about 5 a.m. so I had sufficient time to get ready for our flight to Dallas, which departed at 8:15 a.m. Since we could not get a direct flight to Steamboat, we connected through Dallas-Fort Worth on American Airlines. After we landed in Dallas, I got to step into the cockpit of the plane, where the pilot demonstrated some of the plane's warning systems and told me which colleges had good flying programs. This was a thrill for me because I want to be a pilot.

Once we were in the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport, my father, who is a die-hard Eagles fan, saw a Dallas Cowboys shop and tried to jokingly pick a fight with the man who worked there. Little did he know that the man was a Chicago Bears fan. When my father congratulated him, the man said he was a Bears fan, "because they beat the Eagles."

            Our flight to Steamboat was generally routine. We flew on a Boeing 757, my favorite type of airplane. I recorded the landing, which was cool because we were very close to the mountains. After we landed, I stepped into the cockpit again but this time, the pilot recommended that I join the Air Force, because it would get me a good job in a commercial airline. The ride to The Lodge, the name of the place we stayed, was very nice through the mountains of rural Colorado. Once we got to The Lodge, I decided to go in the hot tub, which was next to our room. Unfortunately, I hadn't taken into account the dehydration factor -- not only from being in a hot tub, which dehydrates you, but also from the high altitude and dry air. After about ten minutes, my mouth was dry, and I was feeling somewhat dizzy, so I got out before I nearly passed out.

We ended our first day with an outstanding dinner at a restaurant called The Ore House. I had a prime rib, which was phenomenal. That concluded our first day in Colorado.

            The next day was our first skiing day. The only two people who had skied earlier this year were my father and me. It was the first run of the year for everybody else; therefore, we had to do easier runs to begin with. Fortunately, everyone warmed up quickly. There were a few wipeouts here and there, which I didn't see because I was ahead of everybody else. We stayed out until about 3 p.m. When I got back to The Lodge, I brought down three drinks (water and Gatorade) for myself, because the day before, I got severely dehydrated. After a few minutes, my cousin came and told me I should come into the pool because there was another kid named Will there who was learning how to fly. Upon meeting him, I realized that we were around the same age. According to my father, we had the same sense of humor, but I am not so sure about that.

For dinner that night, we went to a restaurant called the 8th Street Steakhouse. This was my favorite restaurant because you get to grill your own steak. My cousin was affected by the high altitude and got a headache, but he made it overly dramatic. After that incident, he and the rest of his family went back to their hotel, and we went back to The Lodge.

            Two days later, the weather was not in our favor. It was sunny, but the wind was gusting severely. The wind was so bad that the resort started closing ski lifts early. When we got to the bottom of the mountain, my cousin, who's pretty small and light, got knocked over by the wind. This was the last day that my cousins were out there.

After we got back to the Lodge, we went back to the pool. Our friend Will was there, too. We were all throwing a ball around when a man rode by on his bike. We were talking about how funny it would be if the ball accidentally hit him. After that, another family came down to the pool. We were quick to invite them into our game, and we got along with them very nicely.

My cousin was nicknamed Elvis because when he got his hair wet, he folded it back and it looked like Elvis Presley's hair. After a while, our parents were yelling for us to come back up to the room and get ready for dinner. We went to an Italian restaurant where the food was outstanding.

            The next day, our cousins flew home. Because our cousins weren't there, I had a ski lesson. I could go on and on about what I learned, but that wouldn't be necessary for this blog. I skied for about three hours before I went back to The Lodge. When we got back, my brother and I went down to the pool with our friend Will. We brought the deck chairs into the pool to sit on. When my father came down, he asked why there were chairs in the pool. We told him that a man rode his bike by the pool, got off, threw the chairs into the pool, and left. He actually believed us at first. After that, we went to a new restaurant at the bottom of the mountain. The steak that I had was outstanding. When we got back to the room, my father, my brother, and I pigged out on desert, mainly fudge.

            Thursday was our last full day in Steamboat, so we made the most of it. We got out to a later start, so we went skiing in the afternoon only. I had to deal with more than my fair share of reckless skiers. An example of this was when I was about to go over a small jump. I was just about to hit the jump when all of a sudden, somebody skied about three inches away from me at about double my speed and hit the jump the same time as I did, almost taking me out. I had a few choice words for him, which I didn't get a chance to say, because he was already long gone.

After that, my brother and I decided to try a different part on the other side of the mountain for the first time. We could easily say that was our favorite run, because there were so many opportunities to go off the main trail and ski through the trees. We stayed there for the better part of an hour. After that, my father bet my brother $200 that he couldn't ski on moguls (bumps) without falling. My brother succeeded, but my father never paid up -- and still hasn't. However, I did fall on the bumps. It was the first time I fell in about two years.

After skiing, my brother and I went to the pool, but unfortunately, Will wasn't there. My brother and I still had fun, though. For dinner, we went to a different Italian restaurant. The atmosphere wasn't that great, so my father wouldn't stop complaining to us. However, the food was incredible. After we ate, we walked around downtown Steamboat and shopped.

            The next day, we flew home. We left for the airport at about 11:45 a.m. It was about a half hour ride through the mountains up to the tiny Yampa Valley Regional Airport. When we got dropped off at the front of the airport, I saw Will's plane leaving the gate. Once we were waiting for our plane to arrive, I saw his plane take off. It was a long wait until we actually boarded the plane, but when we actually boarded, it was very quick. The plane was only about half full, so my brother and I had the whole row to ourselves -- we were on a larger plane, a Boeing 757. That flight was probably the best one of the trip. After a three-hour layover in Dallas, we boarded our flight back home to Philadelphia. That plane was a much smaller MD-80, and the flight was booked solid. The coolest part was when we flew next to a thunderstorm at night and we got to see the clouds light up.

When we were landing in Philadelphia, all I can say is that the pilots were flying the plane as if it were a sport car. They were turning the plane incredibly steeply, and continuously revving up the engines. At one point, I heard the engines go up to about full power for about two seconds. When we touched down, it was so hard that I thought that the landing gear might have been severely damaged. Then I felt us dramatically slowing down. On the way to the gate, the flight attendant messed up on the announcement, saying, "Have a rest nice of the evening," instead of, "Have a nice rest of the evening." At that point, I realized that my spring break was over, and what a spring break it was.

Ben Weisman: The Homeless Should Be Treated with Respect

By Ben Weisman

Staff Writer

The experiences that I had volunteering at soup kitchens have been fantastic, for the most part.

I have had the chance to talk, serve, and observe the people who were homeless and the people who were serving. However, I don't like using that word "homeless." It makes me feel as if they're inanimate objects, instead of actual people.

When I got the chance to talk to these people, it was very interesting. They said that they hate it when others treat them like second-hand citizens or charity cases. They don't want any money or food. All they want is for someone to listen to them. They hate it when people give them their sympathy. They just want to be treated with respect.

At the soup kitchen I volunteered at in Philadelphia last winter, two of the homeless people got into a fight and the security guard had to split them up. I felt really bad for them, and I wished I could help them.

Another interesting thing that happened was a bunch of homeless people at the soup kitchen were protesting about unfair treatment. This seems to only happen in the city soup kitchens, not the in the suburban ones in which I've volunteered.

Working at a soup kitchen has meant a lot to me, because it has showed me how bad our economy really is and how grateful we really should be for the material items that we have. Some of the things that we take for granted are cars, houses, food, clothes, heat, TV's, and our electronics.

Playing Lacrosse for the First Time Is Tough, But Fun

By Breana Daniel-Schnobrich

Staff Photographer

    I just started lacrosse and so far, I really like it.

    It is overwhelming at times and I feel as if I cannot do it because I have never played a sport that requires carrying a stick in your hand the whole time you are running around playing the game.

    The only sports I have ever played were soccer and gymnastics -- and I haven't stuck with any of those. So I know I have to stick with it and not give up when it gets tough.

    The reason I chose lacrosse was because my brother has been doing it for years and I thought it looked fun and very interesting. I knew nothing about lacrosse, and when I started here at Woodlynde, I thought I would never understand the sport, but I picked it up very fast. I am happy I am doing it because I have become friends with lots more people who are all very nice.

    All the girls on the team are all supportive and they will help you thorough the tough runs and try to kick your butt when playing a game called, "Steal the Bacon", which is fun because you watch the girls who have been playing lacrosse for a long time and you see the moves they make when someone is trying to get the ball from them. It's almost like watching someone teach you without purposely trying to teach you.

    I am at that point where I feel as if I want to quit. But I keep going because I know that I will like it even more in the future when I know all the tricks and rules. I also know that my teammates and Coach Sara will help me through the difficult and/or nerve racking moments before a game or at practice.

Nick Scaramuzza: Sightseeing in D.C.

By Nick Scaramuzza                                                                                            

Staff Writer

For Spring Break, which starts tomorrow, I am going to get up, get into the car, and head to Washington D.C, with my mom and my aunt. First, we are going to check into our hotel. Then, we are going to go to the Smithsonian, which is the world's largest museum. We will probably stay at the museum for most of the day. Next, we will find somewhere to eat dinner. Finally, we will take a night walk, then go back to the hotel room, watch a little T.V., and then go to sleep.   

            The next day, which will be Saturday, we are going to go see the White House, the U.S. Capitol Building, the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and the Jefferson Memorial.

If we run out of things to do, we might even go to the aquarium to see what that is like. In addition, my aunt, my mom and I are going to bring our cameras so we can take many pictures and put them in our photo albums to have great memories forever and ever.