My Brain On Thanksgiving Break

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Over this Thanksgiving break, I went to Las Vegas to play a softball tournament. When I wasn't playing softball or going out with my family, I was reading and doing homework. I started reading the book The Historian, and it caught my attention immediately. I worked on my English portfolio and made some blog posts. I even asked my family members about my big question.

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