More second trimester stuff

It's my birthday tomorrow. I will be turning thirteen. I'm not sure how I'll be celebrating, but I hope that my friends might decorate my locker. That's always the best part.

So today I took the DWA (Direct Writing Assessment) during fourth period. The prompt was to tell your English teacher about something in history that you would change if you could. So naturally I wrote about the Holocaust and tried to show the reader the perspective of a Jew in the 1940s. And then of course, when I finished, I found out that probably half the class had written about the same thing. Crud. I'll probably get a 3 out of 4 at best. I really was hoping for an original prompt, but now I've got a...common one. Phooey.

What I really don't understand about the new trimester is that everyone in my social studies class wants to get out of gym and go study with our Challenge teacher again. I like history, but I love gym. I know that's a little odd, considering the gym teacher is a jerk and he gets mad quite easily, but I enjoy exercising and doing physical activities. I don't want to give up one trimester of gym for three of social studies, you know what I mean? And I want to obtain a six-pack again, like I used to have before I started drinking all that eggnog.

Migraine. Yay.

Unless you want to read a five-page-long post, I won't write everything I've been up to over the past couple months.

But I will update on more recent occurrences.

I entered the second trimester of school today and was doing fine until it was time for second period, art. I'd expected one of my, er, "friends" to be in the class with me, but he ended up taking it during first hour. So, as you can imagine, I was quite disappointed and was quiet throughout the period. I was also feeling self-conscious because I thought there might be a bit of booger peeking out of my nostril, and I wasn't certain if anyone had seen me trying to get it out, not even knowing whether it was there or not.

So, whaddaya know, I started to see a huge blind-spot, and I could barely see out of my right eye. I knew what was coming.

During third period I told my writing teacher about my vision. "Sounds like a migraine," she said. I knew she was right, but I didn't want to leave school because I'm one of those people that gets all worked up over missing one assignment. But she told me to call home, so I did, and got the answering machine. I left a message for my mom and stayed for the whole period. The headache was coming and I was feeling sluggish.

So during lunch I sneaked down the hall from the multi-purpose room to the phone by the office and called my mom again. She answered this time and told me to wait for fifteen minutes in the front office. I sat on the chair with my backpack and coat, relieved that none of the secretaries were asking me why I was there. Every time the door opened I looked up hopefully, raising my aching head and then laying down again on my backpack when it wasn't Mom. Finally she came and I was crying on the way home. Yeah, I'm a wimp. Don't rub it in.

But I'm feeling a million times better now. :)

Unnecessary guilt

I honestly feel guilty that I never blog. I lose more of my viewers every day 'cause there's never anything new here. So I hope you like the picture I just made. I think it's adorable.

For my next post I plan to show you my collection of Participation ribbons I've been awarded over the years.

I have a single first place ribbon.

My Dad calls it entrepreneurism. He says I keep trying and trying until I succeed. But then I told him that I got the first place ribbon several years ago, and after that they started giving me "participant". He said "Never mind."

My Mom is a professional dancer now at TDC (The Dance Collaborative)! Yay!

The kittens are almost all grown up.

I lost to my enemy who doesn't even know she's my enemy in the County Fair. Again. It's very suspicious that everyone in her family wins every year. VERY suspicious.

But I also got to meet my Mom's cousin, Melissa! :D

I am pretty happy right now because I'm going to visit my Dad and my Grandma Maddie all this week. But I will really miss my Mom.

I return with no ideas

I don't write much.

I don't know what to write about.

So I'll tell you things I don't like.

Things I Don't Like

1) Tele-marketers

2) Ignorant people

3) Twilight

4) Bad fanfiction

5) People who purposefully try to scare me

6) Being surrounded by nincompoops

7) Offensive tasteless humor

8) Spinach with butter

9) Jocks

10) Teacher's pets

11) Video games based only on violence

12) Stupid television shows

13) Failing

14) Waking up

15) Barney

16) Today's "favorite" music

There are also things I do like.

Things I Do Like

1) Meaningful movies

2) Oranges

3) Today's good music

4) Good books

5) The computer

6) Good video games

7) Flowers

8) Animals

9) People

10) My pillow

12) My stuffed animals

13) Exotic food

14) Big places

15) Harry Potter

16) My cool decorations

There are also things I love.

Things I Love

1) My Mom

2) My Dad

3) My siblings

4) My family

5) My friends

6) My pets

7) God

8) My Savior

9) The gospel

10) The world

11) You

End of school

Yes, I have perfect knowledge that I haven’t exactly been consistent in my blogging.

Summer began about five days or so ago.  I haven’t done anything exciting so far, excepting Sunday, when Mom drove Leigha, Barrett, and I to Mesa Falls, where we had a nasty encounter with hundreds of pesky little mosquitoes. Despite that, we had a wonderful experience looking at the massive waterfall.

            My yearbook was filled with signatures on Friday, and I’ve been glancing at them now and then. Funny, funny, funny.

            I’m getting too bored to write. G’bye, I’m going to go get ready for the day.