3/23

Today is Friday, and this Friday is the most special:
1.) My best friend (ever) gave me a present for no reason this morning, and I was a little confused, but happy. She is like my twin, no kidding.
2.) Yesterday I got hurt: I was on my friend's electric scooter thing, and all of a sudden I am trying to get on the curb and the kickstand (it sticks out some) scraped the curb, which made me fall off. I scraped my hand badly, and my legs went the wrong way. However, I feel much better today, minus my hand. I can't put pressure on it or it will hurt, TERRIBLY!!!!!
3.) It's SPRING BREAK!!!!!
4.) I just wanted a forth reason.
5.) I am going to post a story on my e-mail account. Not on blog, maybe...
Yeah, five reasons is good enough for me. I love Fridays...

SPRING BREAK!!! Almost

I love spring break a lot because that is the only time off school, other than weekends and other holidays. The bad part about the one in less than two weeks is that my dad will not come home until May. I don't exactly know when in May, but I'm still glad he comes home then. Better late then never because that would be bad. I'm still going to have my mother around the house, it's just that my dad is truly irreplaceable. She said we were going to Nashville, but I don't know what for. Here's the thing, I really HATE shopping. Is that bad? Not to me, shopping isn't really my thing, unless it's for art supplies. Actually, I just don't like to go anywhere outside of my neighborhood, mostly. It is rare that you'd find me out of my neighborhood, unless for school. School I don't like going to either. No shock there. Some people love school, and would rather be there than anything else. To me, school isn't fun. They take away more than your parents would(what you do not items). School isn't a very pleasant place to me, not because I'm silent. I am just shy. Well, HAPPY SPRING BREAK!!!!! Almost.

3/13 Two weekends ago...

This post will be about the weekend of 3/3-3/4. I was in the woods in the back of my neighbor's house. We were all back there including her dog, Bella. I was trying to climb over this fallen tree, and my sister, my friend, and Bella were all in front of me waiting for the dog to get over a dead tree stump. I was beginning to stand up on the fallen tree not expecting to fall or trip. I saw a cardinal on a branch and, all of a sudden, my foot slipped, and I fell to the side. My hand was crushed, not broken, between my ribcage and a fallen tree. My hand still hurts since. Also the next day, Sunday, we went further right of the trees, and I almost fell from 6-10 feet in the air. I am better now, my hand was never broken, and I will be a little more careful in the woods from now on.

3/2 HAPPY MARCH!!

Happy March!!! Finally... about 3 more months of school! Today is early dismissal meaning we have 2 hours off school this afternoon. Also we get out of school on Tuesday because of elections. Today I'm blogging because I felt like it so yeah... I'm writing a story because I felt like it. It's on my laptop at my house. My sister says I write about a year above my grade level. That's cool! To me writing is fun and if you have something creative to write: Even better. When I am assigned to write stuff, I don't particularly like writing from a prompt, but I get over it and do the assignment anyway. I don't type very fast either, that is a problem with me, but I try my best. If I wanted to I'd post it on the blog, but I just don't want to. Have a fun March!! <--- !! bugs me, it just doesn't seem right.

2/28

Someone once asked me if I could change my fate,would I? For me, everyone's fate is the same: death. If I wanted to change that in any way, it would mean living forever. I, unlike others, don't want to change my fate. I am not afraid of death because I know I will eventually come back down to this earth, but maybe not in the form I would like. I know I would have a different personality, but don't we all have mixed personalities? Some may be quiet in school and loud at home. Some may look secure on the outside, but on the inside, they are freaking out. One final question: If you could change your fate, would you?
*Destiny is not the same thing as fate!*

2/27

Have you ever wondered why someone asks you what you want to be when you grow up? What if you actually took that seriously? I have. I want to be something that has to do with me drawing or painting all the time. To be an artist is something I would love to do, but it seems more of a part tome job to me. It only does because what if the artwork isn't noticed? It's an every-once-in-a-while type deal. I would make it a full time job, but only if I was noticed. What's the point otherwise? For me, there is many points such as I LOVE it. I could care less if I got noticed, just the fact it occupies me and I feel good when I draw or paint.

The research I did

I just finished a research paper at school on what injustices faced our school today and found myself at a pause. I didn't know what injustices to me faced the school. I wanted to do something about school that had to do with drawing. I did choose something that had to do with drawing, but I had trouble finding reliable sources. The ones I found were actually blogs. However, my teacher told me there may be some links inside the blogs, so I went to the links and found the minimum number of resources, 3. I found out that students who draw do about 29% better than those who don't. They have better brain activity as well. I didn't know that before, and I thought that students who draw only do better because they take notes and draw rather than drawing alone. I discovered all this information and created my research paper. I am still waiting on the grade, but I think I did okay.