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Luke was my best friend, he was the most comedic guy to be around. He was an Afrikaans boy that I met in church. He was a impact to me as a friend and taught me some things, he showed me different way to express emotions like when he was sad to always try and joke about it, but when he tried to do what he said it never was as funny. Our friendship grew every time we spent together. I always had the enjoyment of going to his house every weekend.

We did fencing on Saturdays and for some reason I was better than him even though he did it longer than me, the one thing he always did when he lost he would tell me why he lost that he actually was still better than and said he did a small mistake. I learned from him that you must in a way be like that because you keeping your self confidence up. He always covered up some of the pain but not all of it in fact the one time I got up his sleeve and with the tip of the blade sliced open his skin now if that was another person he would of shaken their hand and walk away, but like I said he didn’t hide all of it after

that almost cried. I leaned from that situation that you must know when you show pain and when not to .

The best part about Luke was his sense of hummer, it wasn’t always the most appropriate but it was always hilarious he taught me so many jokes but I can’t remember any of them he also told me what to say to a bully when he all in your face. He was a great support to me before coming to Canada and still is over the Facebook and the thing about him I will always remember is his favourite remark “Talk Twak.”

I’m an American girl from Philadelphia, I’m from doing chores with the strong smell, delicious smell of coffee, to lying in bed wishing I didn’t have to get up.

I’m from the time when the church bell rang when someone died. I’m from a place where my best friend is our cook, I’m from the time when yellow fever infested every corner, house and city. I’m from a time where I got irritated sick and sad all at once, I’m from the saying “get out” while trying to help my sick mother, I’m also from the forbidden saying “dash it all” I’m from going to the print shop which was the only fun thing I was allowed to do.

I’m from the disgusting feeling of the fever, from vomiting a black substance and being able to tell about it.

Looking at the trees fly past the window, I was nervous,curious and of course excited.I asked dad “What’s he like?”"I can’t remember!” he exclaimed impatiently.

I noted where my grandad lived. I noticed it was out in the country part of Kanata and that it was in a forest. To me this was so cool because as a South African there aren’t that many forests. As the car came to a  holt, my dad ask me “Can you get the bags Nate?”" I want to meet him first.” I cried. So my dad agreed to that.

I was so nervous that I could hardly open the door but so excited that I wanted to sprint to the house. DING DONG! The door swung open and I saw a shortish man that looked like my dad and uncle mixed together .The next thing I was giving him a great big hug. He squeezed me so hard that he almost broke my ribs. We chatted all night about golf, cars and how life had been, then finally he said “How about a game of golf?”

It was the beginning of my golf career with granddad! Up until that time I had never played a real game of golf. So granddad bought me a membership and he kindly gave me a set of clubs. later into the week, off we went.  He is the person who taught me the real game of golf, how to play properly  (not hacking around the course like….. some other people I know.)

Meeting granddad has been awesome. he is like another father to me because he is also fun loving like my dad, he listens to me and takes an intrest in what I have to say. Every sunday evening I have supper with him which I enjoy because the food is good and so is the company!

The book “Fever 1793″ relates the story of Matilda, a girl that lived in Philadelphia with her granddad and mother during the time of the pleague, Yellow Fever. At the time of the story, getting the disease was sad, difficult and painful for those who had it. It is quite a depressing story for me, but I have learned a couple of things along the way,  like how the Yellow Fever was caused, and what living life with a deadly disease was like in those days. Can’t wait for a happier subject next book!

Steven Marshall was 24 years old when he died. He was part of the 11 feild squadron 1st combat engineer regiment based in Edmonton, Alta. He died while doing a late afternoon patrol by an improvised explosive device. When he died he was workeing to make the district of Panjweii a safer place for the Afghan people. A Canadian Press reporter heard the explosion more than a kilometre away, which was followed by a short burst of small-arms fire. Sapper Marshall was taken by helicopter to the military hospital at Kandahar Airfield while infantry teams were sent to secure the area. He is the 133rd Canadian soldier to be killed in Afghanistan since the time of 2002. The Afghan community will also be sad about his death. Since Sapper Marshall’s death, months of progress threaten to be undone.

The book I’m reading is “Fever 1763″. The book is OK so far.  It is about a girl that lives with her mother and grandfather. The book relates to the real world about the epademic,  Yellow Fever. I have not read that much but there are many things I think that could  relates to the world.

Seeing one of the Edublogs winners blog was helpful because the one piece of advice,’was having fun when you blog’. Having fun while I blog, I find I  learn much more.

I’m from guitar playing while lying on the comfortable couch, fiddling with the remote while playing play station.

I’m from the old bench at the back to hoping on the stone path ,from landing on the trampoline springs to playing rugby on the bottom field.

I’m from a place where walking to the cafe was special, seeing th white grin of the security opening the boom gate. I’m from popcorn and coke with my cousin Cam, seeing the blue ocean,while drinking milkshake with luke. I’m from the expression that’s hectic boet and schnitzel instead of language that was not necessary. I’m from Mac and cheese to the awesome smell of roast chicken or pork, and unforgettable memory of changing gears while learning to drive the car, and that is where I come from.