Hey, blogettes! That's right, I have a Twitter. Those of you who want to leave Twitter because it just became uncool should get out while you can because I am not going to delete my account any time soon on there. I feel like I am so connected to the world now because I have a social media page that other people can tweet on, rather than this blog which sadly I had to block comments on because someone was abusing that area, and really ruining my day, and my life, and the confidence that I had built up in myself. I promise you that once the pollen counts go down and I find enough time and a quiet place to film a vlog I will do it. Until then, posts like these are just going to have to do the trick.
I highly doubt that I am going to have any friends my age that follow me, but some of my older sister's friends have followed me, and I have already gotten a favorite and a retweet on my first tweet. I feel so happy that people are liking me or so I think that they are because they are retweeting and starring my tweet as a favorite. I feel so special at this nice outcome. I know it won't last long probably though, so I am going to enjoy it while it lasts.
I also want to take some time to send a shout out to one of my best friends who has always been there for me, because it is her birthday today. I wanted to say thank you for being such a loyal friend to me, and I can't imagine my life without you, because you have made it so much better. When I am around my two best friends I feel like I can be me, and not hold anything back. I feel like they will accept me no matter what, but when I am around other people, I feel like I have to change a bit, and it still won't be good enough for them, so I wonder why I even bother trying at times to hang out with their group because it won't work out in the end no matter what.
I guess I want to hang out with their group because my best friends do at times, and during those times I feel so out of place. So unwanted, like I am missing out on something that they all have. That is sports. They all play softball or volleyball or both. I am a runner. I am the oddball out there. A week from Tuesday is our first meet, and I am so ready. I am ready to go out there, and bring it. I am ready to go out there and push harder than I push myself in practice. I am planning to cross that finish line dead. I am going to run for those who can't run, but I feel like I have a reason because a dear friend of mine passed away yesterday night. She was quiet unwell, but I was close to her. I didn't go and see her on her final days, so I am mad at myself. Besides, I run better if I have a purpose, and something that I want to fight for or honor. I don't know why.
We have our school pictures taken on Thursday, and I am not looking forward to that because mine always turn out awful, and their positions make me look more stupid than beautiful which isn't that what school pictures is all about is being beautiful, and feeling great about your photo when it comes out instead of wanting to hide it and then crawl into a hole. I'm serious. I feel like I can get a better looking picture when I take it on my own and mine are pretty bad most of the time, trust me.
For XC meets, we have two two hour drives, and one on Saturday, but I like the one on Saturday which is at 8:30 in the morning, and I will email you the location if you are interested in knowing to come out and support us, because that might give my friends, and people who doubt cross country as a sport a chance to come out and see what it really is and offer support. Towards the end, the coach always says that we end up feeding off of the crowd's energy because we have none of ours left if we did the run right. She says that it doesn't matter if we are away, the crowd still cheers us on, but just not as loudly. We have no home meets this year, and we are running at the Class 3A level.
Some people say that I talk about cross country too much, and I am like well when your sport is going on, you talk about them way too much too, so now you see how it feels, I sometimes add that part or I just walk away. I don't like drama about things that I say. I am almost tempted to keep quiet and communicate through a notepad and only use my voice when necessary. At least then, my voice wouldn't bother anybody, it would just be my appearance, which I can't help, well I can, but some parts I can't. I'm proud of my sport, and I want to tell people about it. I mean, wouldn't you want to tell others about your sport because I feel like sports define you. What you are in defines you as a person and helps you stand out so you should express that freely and proudly and not let anyone hold you back because they think that you are just bragging and having a bighead.
Like, I mean, cross country, the musical, and grades have been the things on my mind lately. I need to do well in school, so that I can be in both cross country, and the musical. I need to use my time wisely so that I can be at both things, and still have time for homework and to be just a normal kid. I don't want to become too overwhelmed by things that the school offers at this age. I am going to save that stuff for high school because that is what people in high school say. Oh, I'm sorry, but I can't do this because I am committed to doing this, or I'm sorry, but I am not interested in doing things because I want to keep my social life. I hate that because those usually come from the people who don't use their time wisely, and think like that we are people who are too peppy or dramatic, or whatever label goes with their sport. We aren't like that, we are normal people exploring in the things that interested us or called out our names. Honestly, I never thought I would be doing cross country. Yes, I used to run, but that was because I had low self esteem. When that grew, I gave up running because I hated it to be honest.
No offense, but those people who step away from the chance to be in the school play or musical or do a sport or club, are really lessening their social life because a lot of people do extra things. More than you might think. Besides, extra activities can open you up to a whole new world where you meet new people, or try new things and create bonds with the people that you saw in the halls and thought, wow, I never will be friends with them because we have nothing in common. That is the problem these days, we as people are judging others before we even give them a chance, and we are judging them by their outsides, not their insides which is what really counts, at least I think so.
I say, give the people chances. You never know who your friends will be until you give that, and this way, you really get to know what they are into and about, so that maybe you will become tight friends.
I can't wait to get my uniform, because I hear that they are going to be really nice if they are the same ones as last year. My sister's uniform is super nice. Everything is dry fit, and according to her, you can't tell that you even have a uniform on because it is so comfortable and lightweight, which is just what you need when running long distances. Sure the uniform is the other school that we are teamed up with's colors, but that doesn't matter because they are the bigger school, but in case you haven't noticed we are the better runner, or most of us are anyways.
Anyways back to me and cross country. I didn't think I would do it this year, but my sister said that I should that way we could be like a duo at meets, and kind of be like a threat to the other team, even though she is at the high school level, and I am at the junior high level. I told her that I might, but I said I am not that into running anymore, and I was never really into it to begin with. We didn't talk about it in depth too much after that, but she kept bugging me to do it, and on the day that we had to fill out our slips for our afternoon, I wanted to circle a gym class, but the cross country thing kept standing out to me, like it was trying to tell me to do it. I finally just circled/crossed it out because I was super unsure at that time, but after five more minutes of thinking I circled it. I was so going to do it. I don't know what pushed me over the edge, but I like it.
Most of the people on the team are nice, and the coaches are nice. They have pushed me to where I am. They have been there for me when I needed them the most, like when my lungs started to go haywire because we were running in a place where a lot of plants were present on a day with high pollen counts, and when I got stuck in a hole on Thursday. We are still getting a good laugh out of that one, and I feel proud when I say that because it takes an idiot to get stuck in a hole and that is why not very many people can say that. I embrace my stupidness, and love my smarts because I am one of those people who are lucky to have a certain amount of both, and have them show at the same time pretty much.
There are a few people on the team that I care for more than the others, most of them are boys, because the girls tend to hate me and find me kind of weird at times, but don't worry, I do have some support from girls, and all of that support is from the other school girls believe it or not. No drama between us. They just walked right up to me, and welcomed me. I have felt like even though I don't run with them, they are usually ahead of me at the end because they have a kick and I don't, so they pass me, that I am a part of their group. I feel like I really am a part of their group and that I belong. There is no weird feeling like what I have at our school. Then, you have those people on the team that I don't really lean towards, aka, some of the girls from our school, and a couple of boys from our school, as well as some of the boys from their school, luckily for me they aren't doing cross country.
Tomorrow I get to see my nephew. I also have to go to our church and clean up bat poop with my dad, or I could sleep in and say, LOL sorry, I need to catch up on some rest as I have my first meet which is always important a week from Tuesday. I have a feeling that this is going to be a great three day weekend even though we don't get that Monday off from cross country practice, although we will end up having a team breakfast together, and cross country meals are always amazing. People know how to cook for runners, and make food that runners like and will eat. They know that we can have junk food, it just has to be in a certain serving size because we will end up working it off in our next workout. They know what foods give us energy and what we like to drink besides water and Gatorade, which has been my best friend after intense practices especially in this heat wave even though practices weren't so intense during this hot week.
I'm so nervous for my first meet. It is going to be timed, and I don't know the course, and I hate running basically blind. I need to do well, because I am representing my team. I know I haven't ran in a while, so I might be kind of bad at this meet, but I need something that is better than what I have been getting in practice to start the season off with. There are five meets, including the Class 3A conference meet, and our team is already deemed to place there because we supposedly placed there last year in third, and my plan is to improve at every one of them.
Oh, and for those people out there who don't think that my sport is a sport. It is, we are even a part of the Olympics even though not a lot of people give it the attention that it deserves. It is all about football, or men's basketball, or volleyball, like it is at my school. Runners don't get the attention that they deserve. Not even if they do track, I mean sure they do get better attention than cross country runners get, but still, we don't get send offs, and the only recognition that we get is like a two minute stand up and a minute speech if we are lucky, and that is when we get into high school. There are no shout outs for cross country which sucks because we could really feed off their energy and support knowing that we have both schools behind us wanting the best for us. It challenges your body, your mind, and your abilities to react to sudden things. People have died or gotten seriously injured in my sport. This isn't a sport for sissies. You have to be able to handle sweat, or sometimes blood, or even a couple of tears. I always look at it this way, no matter what place I cross that finish line. I am going to cross it dead, knowing that I am a winner because I fought my hardest fight, and I got started in something that I thought that I would never do.
If you see a XC runner, or a track member, or a coach of one of these things, give them some positive comments to pump them up. Handshakes, highfives, little pump up shout outs on days of the meets, and just any other day, but mainly those, because I know I will really like those then, because on days of meets, we have so many things going through our heads like what are we going to run into, what if I get hurt, what if I am not ready to do this, what if we lose, and the list could go on and on and on with some negative things, and some things that get us pumped up, but with a little support from you all out there I know that we will go along way. I feed off of energy. I always do at the end of practice when the team is cheering you in. It just feels so amazing. Fill up the halls with support do something to let them know that their sport is not forgotten because we do more than all the other sports. We have intense training. We run outside in the heat, and we have even done hills. You never hear a complaint except for when the person you can obviously see has earned the right to complain because they got hurt doing it. What I am saying is that the halls should be supportive of every sport, not just the sports that make the school shine, but the sports that get hidden away.
I will have you know that our third place finish out of a cross country meet that has 13 middle schools in it, or so it is that way this year, is pretty good. I am hoping that we can top that this year. I think we got third because the coach said that we placed last year but we didn't win. Everyone that is older than me makes it sound like we did get third because they kind of groaned remembering that. I think we want to go all the way and win, and possibly win all of our meets, if not most of them.
The teenage years are a whirlwind, with people trying to find who they really are, and hopefully our blog will help us all survive these odd years of our life.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
No Longer An Elementary Sized Student
Hey, blogettes! Word of advice here, don't lean back on the swings if you have a butt as big as mine, a height equal to or above mine, or you are just plain klutzy because you will end up hurting yourself most likely like I did yesterday. I broke/dislocated part of the bone near my finger nail on my left pinkie, bent my glasses, and I have a bad whiplash. When you have friends who go and get help and you don't remember that make sure you find out who got you help to thank them because they could have saved your life if you were hurt like me.
Let's just say, I landed on the ground shoulder blades, and neck first, and it was kind of numb for thirty seconds. There was no pain. The people swinging next to me, asked if I was alright, and I said yes, but that was when the pain hit me. It hurt so badly then, that both hands, my left one which hurt as well, clutched my neck, and I rolled onto my side to let fluid drain. I knew first aid, so I knew I had to do that if I didn't want to choke, neck injury or not, we learned to keep the airway first more than anything else. Paralyzation doesn't matter if you are still alive because you moved your neck to the side to drain the fluids.
After a bit, I knew I had to set up to relieve any pressure. I sat up in what was kind of like the way a softball player sits while in the dug out, and steadied my forehead against my knees which were shaking in shock. I was so scared that something bad had happened, and that I would be out of everything, which would have really upset me because I loved cross country, and I am looking forward to the musical. I don't remember anything really after sitting myself up, but the next thing I know, my social studies teacher is demanding me to lift up my head, and look him in the eye. I was told never to stare at someone, especially boys because it is rude, and it may make the boy think like you have a crush on him. I did as I was told though, because I just wanted the pain to end. He asked me how I felt, and I said I was a little woozy, dizzy, and shocked.
He asked me what the day was, and after a long pause I said Monday, and he asked for the rest of the date, but I told him in a wavy voice on the verge of tears that I didn't know. He said that was okay. The principal left then to get the kids inside so that they wouldn't be late for DEAR time because he knew that I would be okay, and if I wasn't okay, he would have returned after leading the kids inside and making sure that they were in the right reading block. That way, they could deal with me without drawing as much attention. I was kind of scared, but I dared to show it because I told people that I was okay. He took me into the nurse, and said that I was being super tough about it, but I felt like I had to be because I was in middle school, and middle schoolers don't cry after they get hurt, they try to tough it out, no matter how bad the pain is.
Mr. Boots then left me to get up to reading block, and he said that he would see me in the afternoon or whenever. I didn't have a chance . I was all alone in that nurse's office after the nurse left me because she had to eat lunch, and so many things were going through my mind then, like I hope it's just a whiplash, and I hope that my pinkie isn't broken which it kind of is. I was very scared, and upset, but I was calm remembering his words that my neck couldn't be severely hurt, which meant that I could most likely still do things. I was happy at that news. Believe me. My pinkie, I am not so happy about, but you take what you get and you don't throw a fit. I hope I have learned my lesson, which I have.
My best friends didn't know about the accident until that night. They just knew that I was in the nurse's office, and gone from reading block. I told them what happened, and they were kind of scared, but I reassured them that I was okay, and that is why I think that they are better off not knowing what happens to me because they tend to worry then. I hate making my friends worry. I like to make them smile, and when I make them worry, I am far away from what I want to make them do, and what I want to make the other people around me do. Smiling is better for your health. It also makes you look friendly, and approachable. So take my advice in this post, I know it was all about my adventure yesterday, and about me, and I promise that when my finger is healed, I will do vlogs, and music videos. I don't want people to leave a comment asking what happened a year after the video is posted because I am not going to reexplain something. To me that is like nails on a chalkboard.
Let's just say, I landed on the ground shoulder blades, and neck first, and it was kind of numb for thirty seconds. There was no pain. The people swinging next to me, asked if I was alright, and I said yes, but that was when the pain hit me. It hurt so badly then, that both hands, my left one which hurt as well, clutched my neck, and I rolled onto my side to let fluid drain. I knew first aid, so I knew I had to do that if I didn't want to choke, neck injury or not, we learned to keep the airway first more than anything else. Paralyzation doesn't matter if you are still alive because you moved your neck to the side to drain the fluids.
After a bit, I knew I had to set up to relieve any pressure. I sat up in what was kind of like the way a softball player sits while in the dug out, and steadied my forehead against my knees which were shaking in shock. I was so scared that something bad had happened, and that I would be out of everything, which would have really upset me because I loved cross country, and I am looking forward to the musical. I don't remember anything really after sitting myself up, but the next thing I know, my social studies teacher is demanding me to lift up my head, and look him in the eye. I was told never to stare at someone, especially boys because it is rude, and it may make the boy think like you have a crush on him. I did as I was told though, because I just wanted the pain to end. He asked me how I felt, and I said I was a little woozy, dizzy, and shocked.
He asked me what the day was, and after a long pause I said Monday, and he asked for the rest of the date, but I told him in a wavy voice on the verge of tears that I didn't know. He said that was okay. The principal left then to get the kids inside so that they wouldn't be late for DEAR time because he knew that I would be okay, and if I wasn't okay, he would have returned after leading the kids inside and making sure that they were in the right reading block. That way, they could deal with me without drawing as much attention. I was kind of scared, but I dared to show it because I told people that I was okay. He took me into the nurse, and said that I was being super tough about it, but I felt like I had to be because I was in middle school, and middle schoolers don't cry after they get hurt, they try to tough it out, no matter how bad the pain is.
Mr. Boots then left me to get up to reading block, and he said that he would see me in the afternoon or whenever. I didn't have a chance . I was all alone in that nurse's office after the nurse left me because she had to eat lunch, and so many things were going through my mind then, like I hope it's just a whiplash, and I hope that my pinkie isn't broken which it kind of is. I was very scared, and upset, but I was calm remembering his words that my neck couldn't be severely hurt, which meant that I could most likely still do things. I was happy at that news. Believe me. My pinkie, I am not so happy about, but you take what you get and you don't throw a fit. I hope I have learned my lesson, which I have.
My best friends didn't know about the accident until that night. They just knew that I was in the nurse's office, and gone from reading block. I told them what happened, and they were kind of scared, but I reassured them that I was okay, and that is why I think that they are better off not knowing what happens to me because they tend to worry then. I hate making my friends worry. I like to make them smile, and when I make them worry, I am far away from what I want to make them do, and what I want to make the other people around me do. Smiling is better for your health. It also makes you look friendly, and approachable. So take my advice in this post, I know it was all about my adventure yesterday, and about me, and I promise that when my finger is healed, I will do vlogs, and music videos. I don't want people to leave a comment asking what happened a year after the video is posted because I am not going to reexplain something. To me that is like nails on a chalkboard.
Friday, August 16, 2013
Cross Country & Hello, Dolley! (Fall Musical)
Hey, blogettes! How many of you are doing sports this fall? I am doing cross country, and so far so good. I have learned to push my body through the pain and just think about the rewards instead of thinking about why I am putting my body through it. I think about how much better my body is going to be and how much easier the mile is going to be. I picture my team winning a meet, and then winning the big meet at the end of the season where we are against all of the middle schools in our division. We are competing at the 3A level. These first few practices have been a little rough for me because I have never ran in the place where we are running before. I am not used to their hazards, and terrain. Plus, I haven't ran in like the past month due to injuries. I still have a back muscle injury so I really shouldn't be doing this, but I am because it is too late to quit now.
I love cross country because it is the only sport where nothing matters really. As long as you are trying, and you push yourself, and you finish then you are good. I ran 1.7 miles up hill today and back in 20 minutes, even, which isn't bad if you think about the hills, and then traffic. It was painful, and trust me, in that last leg I was crying because I hurt, and I was so tired, I also fell, and hit my knee on something metal and heard a pop. I almost thought about quitting, but then I said that I didn't finish last and I could do anything that I put my mind to and sat out to do. Our first meet is September 10, at a place where there is a huge hill. I'm not looking forward to that, but hopefully it is going down hill on our run. I have never ran hills before, but now I am going to go into school early to practice them. I need to be able to run up them with ease. I have no issues controlling the down hill type of thing. I have that down pat.
Since we get to the school where cross country is held like thirty minutes before cross country is held, we just chill out in their lunch room, which is way better than ours, or at least I think so. We get to do homework or just work on something on our laptops. Sometimes, I prefer to just listen to music, or sit and observe what that school is like because it is way different than ours. This year, we have two mangers for a team of 45 people, and two coaches, who are super pumped and enjoy pushing us, and they believe in us.
I also have a part in Hello Dolley which is our school's Fall musical so I am going to be super busy. I don't know how I landed the part, but I was told to sign up and I did, and I got an email saying that I was automatically in. I was excited, yet I am going to be stressed out because I am not going to be home a lot and there may be some days where I go right from cross country to play practice after a quick shower, and be a little bit gross. Hopefully the locker rooms will be open at school so that I can take a quick shower at school so that doesn't have to be the case.
I hope I don't have meets on the days of my performances, but so far that is not the case, and I hope it won't be, because I am not going to miss the chance for me to shine in front of people that I know. I have a feeling that seventh grade is going to be memorable, fun and easy if I don't fall behind on school work. I am going to be super busy so there might be quite a few late nights, but you know oh well, I guess that is the price that I have to pay if I want to do like everything that pops up.
No, I am not trying to be a show off or one of those people who poses like they have a life when really they are just doing random things because they want to make a life. Believe me, I am not doing cross country to show off, or have a life. I mean you don't want to see/smell me after my run. It's just bad and I look and smell awful, and I feel awful because I need food and water, and preferably something cold that I can pat onto my forehead with my bandana so that after I run, and it is time for our cool down I don't have sweat coming into my mouth because sweat tastes awful, as I learned today during cool down time. I'm still desensitizing my mouth from the taste. It's waste that the body is trying to get rid of and therefore it is not meant to go back into our bodies.
We are learning about the human body in science and that is how I know part of this stuff. I don't know what part I have in Hello Dolley just yet, but I will make a post on this blog when I know. The show is sometime in November I think it is that first weekend and I am so pumped to be able to work with the high schoolers again on stage. My older sister is going to audition and who knows if she gets a part then we will both be in it, and our parents will be super proud sitting in the audience. The high schoolers at our school are so talented when it comes to putting on shows, like they run smoothly, and they are just amazing. I was amazed just being in the audience and in fifth grade I got a silent role, and in sixth grade I helped backstage, and this time I have a for sure speaking part for a girl, or at least I am hoping because my guy voice is awful.
I think I am going to have a ton of memories to share from this year, and a few scars. 2013 has treated me amazingly to those types of things, and I will make sure that the memories and legacies made in this year live on. I really want them to because they are amazing. I wish that this year could last forever because it was my year of luck both good and bad. It was also the year that I learned a lot of things that will be great for later on in life.
I love cross country because it is the only sport where nothing matters really. As long as you are trying, and you push yourself, and you finish then you are good. I ran 1.7 miles up hill today and back in 20 minutes, even, which isn't bad if you think about the hills, and then traffic. It was painful, and trust me, in that last leg I was crying because I hurt, and I was so tired, I also fell, and hit my knee on something metal and heard a pop. I almost thought about quitting, but then I said that I didn't finish last and I could do anything that I put my mind to and sat out to do. Our first meet is September 10, at a place where there is a huge hill. I'm not looking forward to that, but hopefully it is going down hill on our run. I have never ran hills before, but now I am going to go into school early to practice them. I need to be able to run up them with ease. I have no issues controlling the down hill type of thing. I have that down pat.
Since we get to the school where cross country is held like thirty minutes before cross country is held, we just chill out in their lunch room, which is way better than ours, or at least I think so. We get to do homework or just work on something on our laptops. Sometimes, I prefer to just listen to music, or sit and observe what that school is like because it is way different than ours. This year, we have two mangers for a team of 45 people, and two coaches, who are super pumped and enjoy pushing us, and they believe in us.
I also have a part in Hello Dolley which is our school's Fall musical so I am going to be super busy. I don't know how I landed the part, but I was told to sign up and I did, and I got an email saying that I was automatically in. I was excited, yet I am going to be stressed out because I am not going to be home a lot and there may be some days where I go right from cross country to play practice after a quick shower, and be a little bit gross. Hopefully the locker rooms will be open at school so that I can take a quick shower at school so that doesn't have to be the case.
I hope I don't have meets on the days of my performances, but so far that is not the case, and I hope it won't be, because I am not going to miss the chance for me to shine in front of people that I know. I have a feeling that seventh grade is going to be memorable, fun and easy if I don't fall behind on school work. I am going to be super busy so there might be quite a few late nights, but you know oh well, I guess that is the price that I have to pay if I want to do like everything that pops up.
No, I am not trying to be a show off or one of those people who poses like they have a life when really they are just doing random things because they want to make a life. Believe me, I am not doing cross country to show off, or have a life. I mean you don't want to see/smell me after my run. It's just bad and I look and smell awful, and I feel awful because I need food and water, and preferably something cold that I can pat onto my forehead with my bandana so that after I run, and it is time for our cool down I don't have sweat coming into my mouth because sweat tastes awful, as I learned today during cool down time. I'm still desensitizing my mouth from the taste. It's waste that the body is trying to get rid of and therefore it is not meant to go back into our bodies.
We are learning about the human body in science and that is how I know part of this stuff. I don't know what part I have in Hello Dolley just yet, but I will make a post on this blog when I know. The show is sometime in November I think it is that first weekend and I am so pumped to be able to work with the high schoolers again on stage. My older sister is going to audition and who knows if she gets a part then we will both be in it, and our parents will be super proud sitting in the audience. The high schoolers at our school are so talented when it comes to putting on shows, like they run smoothly, and they are just amazing. I was amazed just being in the audience and in fifth grade I got a silent role, and in sixth grade I helped backstage, and this time I have a for sure speaking part for a girl, or at least I am hoping because my guy voice is awful.
I think I am going to have a ton of memories to share from this year, and a few scars. 2013 has treated me amazingly to those types of things, and I will make sure that the memories and legacies made in this year live on. I really want them to because they are amazing. I wish that this year could last forever because it was my year of luck both good and bad. It was also the year that I learned a lot of things that will be great for later on in life.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
We Survived
Congratulations, blogettes who went back to school today, we survived! It only gets better and harder from here, but at our school, we get all of our required classes in before lunch, and after lunch it is basically a fun afternoon because we got to pick what we did for sixth and seventh periods, after a period of just plain reading, which I am hopefully going to use as a bible study. After lunch we basically have a 30 minute free time to spend anywhere where there is someone watching the area doing what we want to do. I love that because I want some chill time at school. I hate being on the go 24/7 because kids shouldn't be like that, whether or not we are in secondary school now doesn't matter we still need that time. That time is also used for learning labs if kids need extra help on things.
Learning labs can either be required or if you want to pop in. I think I might pop in every now and then because I really want to make sure I have things down because my parents have been out of school for at least thirty years now or at the least twenty five. I love my schedule, and I love that most of the teachers are laid back. I think that this is going to be a good year, and the schedule seems less confusing. I also have my locker all organized and ready to rock when we start real school tomorrow. The new math teacher is into the same things that I am into, so I think I am going to become really close with her, and she is going to be my favorite teacher this year.
So far, my favorite room would have to be the art room, or the band room with the new carpetings, and cubbies redone or so it seems. I love the art room because it has paintings on the ceilings, and has a distinct smell that is actually good. I also love it because the only thing that we need to bring is our sketch book. Everything else is provided for us. I love the teacher, I have had her before, and then we got the elementary teacher who I liked last year. The art teachers before her were kind of bad and treated me differently than they did the rest of the class.
Cross country starts tomorrow and we share it with another school that is two or three miles away. I also like it because it is seventh and eighth grade together and it is boys and girls combined. We will get bused over there, and maybe bused back. We change there, and I am hoping that there is someplace where I can wash off the sweat before I put on my street clothes again because I hate having pit stains or smelling like sweat. I don't mind sweating it's just the after effects that I mind.
Lunch is different, but I like it. Our new dean of students is cool, even though he is a dude. I think I'll like him, after a little bit. I am still unsure of all these new people because I don't know their backgrounds, and I am afraid that I will say something that upsets them, and then I will feel bad about it every time that I see that person. I have hit it off with the math teacher though, which is good. If we have to borrow an object from her, we have to leave a shoe because she hopes that will remind us to return the object. She said that lots of kids just walk off with the object, but she said that if we leave class without a shoe, then we will think that something is missing, and return the object and redeem our shoe.
This afternoon, cross country people just chilled out in a room looking out onto the courtyard with a big picture window. It was just lovely. I got my locker organized and stuff labeled so I know what journal is for what class and what color I have for every class. Here are my colors in order of my classes.
Social Studies-Orange
Language Arts-Red(2 sets, 1 for Reading, 1 for English)
Math-Teal
Science-Black
In the afternoon, they offered three classes as well, but I opted not to take them this class instead of doing things that I was interested in, and knew about already. I mean, this afternoon schedule is only for quarter one. We pick again in quarter two. This way, I have time to think about it some more. Band starts on Friday. This school year is going to be great. Now if only locker drama would resolve. We're working on that though, and I am sure that by the end of this month that it won't be a problem at all. First days are kind of nerve racking and confusing, but this one wasn't as bad.
Learning labs can either be required or if you want to pop in. I think I might pop in every now and then because I really want to make sure I have things down because my parents have been out of school for at least thirty years now or at the least twenty five. I love my schedule, and I love that most of the teachers are laid back. I think that this is going to be a good year, and the schedule seems less confusing. I also have my locker all organized and ready to rock when we start real school tomorrow. The new math teacher is into the same things that I am into, so I think I am going to become really close with her, and she is going to be my favorite teacher this year.
So far, my favorite room would have to be the art room, or the band room with the new carpetings, and cubbies redone or so it seems. I love the art room because it has paintings on the ceilings, and has a distinct smell that is actually good. I also love it because the only thing that we need to bring is our sketch book. Everything else is provided for us. I love the teacher, I have had her before, and then we got the elementary teacher who I liked last year. The art teachers before her were kind of bad and treated me differently than they did the rest of the class.
Cross country starts tomorrow and we share it with another school that is two or three miles away. I also like it because it is seventh and eighth grade together and it is boys and girls combined. We will get bused over there, and maybe bused back. We change there, and I am hoping that there is someplace where I can wash off the sweat before I put on my street clothes again because I hate having pit stains or smelling like sweat. I don't mind sweating it's just the after effects that I mind.
Lunch is different, but I like it. Our new dean of students is cool, even though he is a dude. I think I'll like him, after a little bit. I am still unsure of all these new people because I don't know their backgrounds, and I am afraid that I will say something that upsets them, and then I will feel bad about it every time that I see that person. I have hit it off with the math teacher though, which is good. If we have to borrow an object from her, we have to leave a shoe because she hopes that will remind us to return the object. She said that lots of kids just walk off with the object, but she said that if we leave class without a shoe, then we will think that something is missing, and return the object and redeem our shoe.
This afternoon, cross country people just chilled out in a room looking out onto the courtyard with a big picture window. It was just lovely. I got my locker organized and stuff labeled so I know what journal is for what class and what color I have for every class. Here are my colors in order of my classes.
Social Studies-Orange
Language Arts-Red(2 sets, 1 for Reading, 1 for English)
Math-Teal
Science-Black
In the afternoon, they offered three classes as well, but I opted not to take them this class instead of doing things that I was interested in, and knew about already. I mean, this afternoon schedule is only for quarter one. We pick again in quarter two. This way, I have time to think about it some more. Band starts on Friday. This school year is going to be great. Now if only locker drama would resolve. We're working on that though, and I am sure that by the end of this month that it won't be a problem at all. First days are kind of nerve racking and confusing, but this one wasn't as bad.
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