This is a story about a dude that had nothing to write about so he sat in class and stared off into space. However he did have many ideas, he just rejected them all when he remembered he had to give these ideas to his class in the form of a story.
             Then "I" went home and my parents reminded me of some things that happened that were pretty funny to help me. Like the time I lost my glasses in the lake trying to escape killer bees in a paddleboat, paddleboats aren't fast. Or the time I went to a snowy mountain and fell down 3,000 times and had my fragile mind corrupted. Yeah, I will tell you about the time I went snowboarding.
             Seven Springs, in Pennsylvania, a wondrous place. With everything from skiing, to indoor Swimming. From restaurants, to little shops. From wonderful, beautiful things, to terrors unimaginable.
             It is a drive there, a long one, and it's a pretty good scenic drive at that. I would suppose helps calm your nerves if you're nervous about skiing, but be afraid, be very afraid. When you get there you will be blown away because there is snow, a mountain, a nice lodge, all these people, and it looks real cool. The dirt stained snow in the parking lot was probably some sort of foreshadowing that I didn't pick up on. You know, good things can be bad, the white snow, but dirty? Something like that. Well we checked in and took our stuff up to the room where we found was very homey, nothing like master P's house but you get the idea.
             Well the first day we decided to start skiing right away so we get an idea of what its like. Then I found out it's HARD! Not easy! The devil, whatever you want to call it. Anyway it's super hard to want to keep trying because... Falling hurts! Also I don't like looking stupid in front of people. Well after I decided I suck I ended up going with my friend Josh up the ski lift to my doom at the bunny slopes. I really didn't want to but I'm a...