What would you do if you knew you could not fail?

If I could not fail at something, there are a few things I would want to do. First, I would want to be able to fly. I always thought that would be cool soaring through the sky, high up above the trees, looking down on everyone below me. It would be a fast and efficient way of travel because no cars or people would get in your way. I would not fail at this, like a friend of mine once told me a story (someone in our English class, you may be able to guess...) She jumped off of a bunk bed when she was home alone when with her younger sister whom told her that she could fly. She believed it and broke her hip, ending up in the hospital. I guess she learned not to listen to her younger sibling. Secondly, I would love to be able to read thoughts. Not like walking down the street, hearing the thoughts of everyone you pass by, but being able to control it. If I was curious about what someone is thinking whilst they're giving me a different response, I can just hear, myself, what they're really thinking about. It would give me a certain advantage in certain situations. Lastly, if I could not fail, I would like to not fail at an unwanted death. I would like to fully live out my life. I do not want to fail in my life. I want to have as a successful life as I can and die of natural causes, when my body is ready to. If possible, I would not want to fail at an unnatural death, such as a car accident. Unfortunately, none of these responses are likely whatsoever, but it's okay to have wishes sometimes!

Home Feels Like.....

Home to me has many different meanings. My home changes everywhere I go. During the school year, Cushing is my home. During the summer, I live at the house I grew up in. Occasionally, I'll stay at a friend's house or visit family for a few weeks. I make their house, my home. I am so comfortable around those people, that I really do feel at home. Although, I may not be sleeping in my own bed, it is the people whom I live with that make me feel at home. At Cushing, I have made so many friends and a few very good friends that I would trust with my life. I was able to adjust quickly to the environment at a boarding school, something that was new to me and I've enjoyed it so much. My parents like to tell me, like any parent would, that I am ungrateful, but honestly, I am so glad they've given me this opportunity to enrich my life. When I'm not living at home, with my wonderful sisters, or lying in my own bed, dreaming away my future, I am comfortable to be here, at Cushing, a second home to me. When visiting family or a friend, usually I have a blast because they know just what to do to make me feel at home, and they do not hesitate to ask me to be myself. Really, my family and friends make up the feeling of home. My real home, my childhood house, the one I go back to every summer and school break feels like a relief when I go back, but sometimes, I dread returning home, not because of the feeling, but because of arguing with the people I love. I never seem to end on a good note when going back to school. Home to me doesn't have a specific smell or feel, but I always love the feel of my bed after being at school for a long time, and I always miss the smell of my dad's cologne and mother's perfume, which don't just waft in the house, but whenever they visit me here at school. They make me think of home when I see them visiting me, here, at Cushing, or whenever I see a picture of one of my sisters, I usually become pretty emotional, because I miss the feeling of my real home, although I'm just as comfortable here, I do miss my family, sometimes.