Frontier House OFFICIAL APPLICATION Family Name: Collins Occupations/Schools: Chase: Langley Middle School Open answer questions (attach additional pages. All questions must be answered.): What attracted you to this project? I have always liked surviving in the wilderness, and I think it would be cool to put us to the test. What hobbies and interests do you have? I like making stuff from wood, or sticking together a lot of materials, and reading. What image do you have of pioneer living? I think it was a really hard life for them, I know only 1 in 3 pioneers survived 5 years, and they had to work a lot. What's the most challenging thing you and your family (or group) have experienced? If you were chosen what do you think you would most miss about modern life? I think I would miss all the spare time we have, being able to have time to do other stuff pretty often, when on the home stead you have to work a lot more. What qualities do you and your family have that make you suited to this experience? We can work together well, and function as a unit. What skills do you have that may help you? What would you hope to get out of the experience? I would hope to be closer to my family, really get to know them, and be able to understand what it was like for pioneers in 1983. What do you think will be the most difficult challenge of pioneer life? I think it would be hardest to work all the time, and not have lots of extra time. What skills would you like to learn from the experience? I would like to learn more about farming, caring for live stock, and generally how the pioneers lived. We'd like you to tell us: What interests you about this project? I think it would be cool to live like the pioneers, really go into the past, so we can understand our history better. Do you have any concerns about your participation? N0, I have no concerns. How much do you know about your family history -- do you have pioneer roots? I have German an Scottish ancestors, so I do not have roots with pioneers. How did you hear about Frontier House? My English teacher told us, and watched an episode.

It has been a week since the west side Santa incident. I have done well all week, but the bus wasn't so great. So I get on the bus, just sitting there, not doing much, and talking to Nicole. Then when we were passing the Intermediate School the bus stopped, and someone got on. I didn't realize it was Jack until he was already by me. We are going 30 on the road now, and Jack is finally keeping his promise to throw me out a window. I am dangling half out of the bus, and the transit is coming up, so I am freaking out it will hit my top half. Right before it hits me though, Jack pulls me back in, and so I am like "Jack!" and right when I think it is all right he stuffs me out the window on the other side. So I am lying on the side of the road and the bus hasn't stopped. So I decide to walk home. So I start walking, and I see this sign, that says "Shortcut to Chase's house" and I am like "Yes!" So I am walking through the forest, and what do you know, there is that big bear again, this time next to Santa! So I kick Santa and start fighting this bear with my bear hands. I finally beat him up, and he runs away, but Santa hits me over the head with one elves. So I am lying on the ground, and he SITS on me! Now I have a broken rib cage, and an elf kicking me, so I throw the elf at Santa and run home. Sadly I never made it home. Right before I get home the bear comes out again, but this time he has a gun. Right as he shoots at me I do the matrix, and the bullets miss and hit Santa and his elf and so they start fighting the bear, and I run and hide in the fairgrounds. A while later I saw some elves digging a grave, and a little kid crying, because it was Santa's.
THE END

This weekend I did a LOT. So on Friday I went to see Inkheart at the Clyde, but it was bad. So I went home (and this is where stuff gets good), there was a bear in my yard. I got out of my car and told it to get lost, but it wasn't to happy, and it roared at me. So right, I shove it over*, and it falls in some mud. Then it gets up and grabs my head, after chasing me a bit, and roars at me. Then I slap it's hand and it runs away. Then the next day I am walking in our woods, and WHAM! This bear jumps out and mugs me! While I was down, he took my wallet, and spit in my face. So I punch him and he runs away whimpering. Then I relaxed for the rest of the day. Then on Sunday I went in to town. I am walking around the east side of the town, when this big guy in a Santa suit jumps out screaming "west side" and starts chasing me! I finally turn around punch him, but it turns out that isn't a fake suit, and my hand bounces back and hits me in the face! Oww. Then he leaves, and I spend the rest of the day in bed.

*This part about a bear is based off when P.J. wouldn't let me up the stairs, and I pushed him and he spilled his milk on his lap, so he grabbed my ear and said NO, No, No.

Just to make you feel better,
I am sorry,
for taking the bike,
the one as fast,
as an eagle,
in the sky unsurpassed.

If it makes you feel any better,
I knew,
when I was light as a feather,
weaving through the forest,
made of cars,
and a random street light,
that on my furious flight,
that bird,
soaring on the breeze,
was truly,
king of the sky.