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To the North Pole!?

by Kendall Romine
(Orange County, CA)

It's 6:30 in the morning and I'm getting dressed for my morning lift. Suddenly I hear a car horn outside my window. I don't think much of it until I hear my sister Nat shout, "Ken!! Come on, we're going to miss our flight if you don't hurry up!" Confused, I walk outside in my pjs and look and my sister and Granmor (my dad's mom) who I hadn't seen since Christmas. Walking briskly past me, they tell me happy birthday and proceed on to my room. Grannmor hands me her famous banana bread for breakfast and Nat starts packing my things. "Ken, get dressed," she says in an irritated tone. I tell them I am dressed and that I have to run to workout. Lesly (my weight coach) is going to be so mad at me if I'm late again! Without hesitation, my sister opens the door and Lesly walks in. She tells me, "It's your birthday! No need for weights today! Have a safe trip to the North Pole with your sister and grandma! Make sure to take pictures!" I wanted to scream with joy! No morning workout!!? But...this has got to be a joke. The North Pole? Is that even possible? I turn to Nat and ask her if we are really going to the North Pole. She says, "Kind of. We're going to these islands off the coast of Norway!" I think to myself, this is crazy. I'm a California girl. I think 50 degrees is cold. Why would anyone

choose to go to the coldest place on Earth?


We arrive at the airport and the line is out the door. There is no way we are going to make our flight. My sister, thinking she's so smooth, walks to the front of the line and tries to flirt with the guy who is at the front. He turns around and it's her ex-boyfriend, Andrew. Great. Back to the end of the line. Nat and I stand in silence for a while and then realize that Granmor isn't in line with us anymore. Looking around the airport, we see that she somehow found her way to the front of the line. How did this happen? Smiling, she signals us to come over and tells us she found a coupon in her purse from the grocery store. Okay, we knew she collected coupons, but what did that have to with anything? She flipped the coupon over and on the back was a phone number and the name "Jim Harbaugh". Somehow, she met the Stanford football coach at the grocery store last week and he mentioned that the football team had a private jet. She told him how I played soccer at Stanford and he said if we ever needed to borrow the plane, we could. So, at the end of the day, we boarded the Stanford plane and were on our way to the coldest place in the world.

My alarm goes off, it's 6:08AM. Happy Birthday to me...time for morning lift with Lesly.


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