Christmas is approaching rather quickly. I might as well say it. 19 days isn't very much time to buy hundreds of presents, set up a tree, hang stockings, bake, do homework, cook, clean house, and get yourself in the spirit.
Admittedly, it helps when you have someone to warm up your hands for you.
I love Christmas. It's by far my favorite holiday. I like the lights, and I like the feel in the air. I like the skin-deep chill of the trip between the car and house. I like the blazing fire, and I like recesses where I'm just about frozen, but incredibly happy. Because, I mean, how can you not be?
I love school around Christmas time. Slowly, they wean us off homework. Today, we have an exam until lunchtime, and then Santa's Workshop at some point today. Tomorrow, I don't think anything special is happening, but with Christmas as close as it is, every day is special. Thursday and Friday, though, are the days Christmas really starts to hit. Field Trips both days: one to a play, and one to the FIA.
Next week, I kind of doubt we get anything done. Or, I hope. We have a concert, and Primary has a Christmas production. Thursday we're at Rollhaven, my last year. It's the best field trip I've heard of anyone taking. Better than DC, or Camp. It's a big family reunion, with every grade, and nobody caring if you're holding hands. That's because you're skating, but still. The only thing that comes close is the Carnival at the end of the year.
And this is Christmas in its prime. The most wonderful time of the year. The world thrives off of this intense bliss.
So, yes. I love Christmas.
"Chritsmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas." ~ Calvin Coolidge
Have a Crazy Christmas:)
Let it Glee.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Heroes Project
I'm doing a little project for the people I love.
It's called The Heroes Project. Allow me to explain.
About 2 weeks ago, we started a writing project in school caled the America and Me essay contest. I wrote about my mom as my hero, because she simply is. While thinking of nominees, however, I came up with everyone. Nearly every person in my class has been a hero to me in some way. And all of them deserve to know it.
It started on facebook, as every day does for me. I started at A. The first person who was a hero to me was Aubree, my darling cousin. So I wrote her an essay on why she is my personal hero. From there, I went to the C's. Casey, Chad, Colton. Today, I'll be writing my lovely guru, Courtney, one. I love this project. When I finish the essay, I send it to them, simply to shower them in the love the world so desperately needs and craves.
So that's the Hero Project.
I'm working on a Native American project for Social Studies with Courtney and Zach. We're going to get an A. I hope. We've worked extremely hard on it.
That's been my life lately. I'm going to the last Powers game this Friday, and my uncle is coming into town. I have a basketball game tonight, with my wonderful team. Wish us luck!
Have a wicked Wednesday(:
Let it Glee.
It's called The Heroes Project. Allow me to explain.
About 2 weeks ago, we started a writing project in school caled the America and Me essay contest. I wrote about my mom as my hero, because she simply is. While thinking of nominees, however, I came up with everyone. Nearly every person in my class has been a hero to me in some way. And all of them deserve to know it.
It started on facebook, as every day does for me. I started at A. The first person who was a hero to me was Aubree, my darling cousin. So I wrote her an essay on why she is my personal hero. From there, I went to the C's. Casey, Chad, Colton. Today, I'll be writing my lovely guru, Courtney, one. I love this project. When I finish the essay, I send it to them, simply to shower them in the love the world so desperately needs and craves.
So that's the Hero Project.
I'm working on a Native American project for Social Studies with Courtney and Zach. We're going to get an A. I hope. We've worked extremely hard on it.
That's been my life lately. I'm going to the last Powers game this Friday, and my uncle is coming into town. I have a basketball game tonight, with my wonderful team. Wish us luck!
Have a wicked Wednesday(:
Let it Glee.
Monday, October 11, 2010
One Homicide too Many
This year, we have come dangerously close to having the largest number of murders in the history of Flint, ever. At a staggering number of 53 in 2010, we're still quite dangerous.
It amazes me, though, how unafraid the people in my city are. People walk to school every day. They will walk blocks, without a thought of what's going to happen to them.
Normally, people outside of Flint exaggerate us. They say it's dangerous- and yes, it is. But Michigan? We're not that dangerous.
I understand completely that 53 homicides is 53 too many. And I'm sorry, to all the families who've lost someone this year. I understand. I've lost more people than I can remember to cancer. Maybe cancer isn't a cold-blooded murderer, but it hurts the same.
I'm proud of our city. I am, even now. We understand that some among us are... volatile, and yet there are so many good people here. I hate our bad reputation. It's a stereotype, a judgement call. It's different when you live here.
My life is good today. I'm wearing my friend's hot pink wristband for Breast Cancer Awareness, as are many other people in our school. This week is actually quite eventful. Or, at least, the weekend is.
Friday, there's a Powers Game I'm going to. In fact, I believe it's the last one. Then, Saturday morning, I have a basketball game, which is always fairly enjoyable. Saturday evening, I have a dance, which I'm on the committee for. And then Sunday, I'm going to support my school's football team at their last game.
Yeah, that's right. It's all happening in the worst city in America.
Note the sarcasm.
Have a miraculous Monday. (shoutout to Charlie Brown! xD)
Let it Glee.
It amazes me, though, how unafraid the people in my city are. People walk to school every day. They will walk blocks, without a thought of what's going to happen to them.
Normally, people outside of Flint exaggerate us. They say it's dangerous- and yes, it is. But Michigan? We're not that dangerous.
I understand completely that 53 homicides is 53 too many. And I'm sorry, to all the families who've lost someone this year. I understand. I've lost more people than I can remember to cancer. Maybe cancer isn't a cold-blooded murderer, but it hurts the same.
I'm proud of our city. I am, even now. We understand that some among us are... volatile, and yet there are so many good people here. I hate our bad reputation. It's a stereotype, a judgement call. It's different when you live here.
My life is good today. I'm wearing my friend's hot pink wristband for Breast Cancer Awareness, as are many other people in our school. This week is actually quite eventful. Or, at least, the weekend is.
Friday, there's a Powers Game I'm going to. In fact, I believe it's the last one. Then, Saturday morning, I have a basketball game, which is always fairly enjoyable. Saturday evening, I have a dance, which I'm on the committee for. And then Sunday, I'm going to support my school's football team at their last game.
Yeah, that's right. It's all happening in the worst city in America.
Note the sarcasm.
Have a miraculous Monday. (shoutout to Charlie Brown! xD)
Let it Glee.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
8th Grade
8th Grade is different. I might as well say it.
I miss Josh, who transferred for some stupid reason. And Zoe, who transferred for another stupid reason. I miss everyone who left, truthfully. My class last year blew me out of the water with their amazingness. And yes, that is a word.
This year is different. Not worse, but different.
I feel more loved, and more responsible and free. I'm an 8th grader. It comes naturally.
My teachers are the same, except for one.
My Algebra and homeroom teacher is new. She's really awesome, honestly, and brings us homeade bread and jam on test days. I love that. Best bread I've ever eaten, truthfully. Kilo, my 7th grade soul brother who for some reason is not my brother by blood, is still in my math class. He's much too smart, in my opinion. It's alright, though. He's the coolest genius I've ever met.
My Social Studies teacher I've had for 4 years now. Could it really be that long? I love him. He's awesome, too.
In Religion, half my class is taking Confirmation this year. Not me, which is alright. I'm not Catholic. I'm still cool. I promise.
My Computers teacher is one of the best book recommenders in the world. I take everything she suggests extremely seriously.
My Band &Choir Teacher is still incredibly understanding. Her son was born, and he's adorable. She's a really great band teacher.
Speaking of babies, if I didn't mention before, the twins were born. I've never seen anything more beautiful and perfect. I love their guts. They amaze me every time I look at them. Andrew and Janine. How wonderful(=
My life is good. I love the people in my class. I love my friends in 7th grade. I love my teachers. I love my family, even though two of my dearest cousins just went out of state to college. They're still two of the most fantastic people I've ever had the fortune to meet.
Today was a good day. It made me happy.
I have to go now, but I might as well do some shoutouts to my class.
Kt? I love you, girl. You are freaking gorgeous and amaze me every day.
Liv. You're awesome. I can't even stand how cool you are. Love you to death, and beyond.
Guru, you're awesome. I'm listening to your playlist as I type. You're too amazing.
Zach:: haha you know I think you're a beast. you're my broski. Admit it, you're awesome.
Jacqui-qui, you're just a wonderful person. i love you more than you can fathom. Just remember that.
Tony and TJ and Ryan: Thanks for making my days full of laughter. Couldn't do it without you.
That's all for today. I'll do more shoutouts next time, for my left out classmates.
Geez. You guys blow my mind.
Let it Glee.
I miss Josh, who transferred for some stupid reason. And Zoe, who transferred for another stupid reason. I miss everyone who left, truthfully. My class last year blew me out of the water with their amazingness. And yes, that is a word.
This year is different. Not worse, but different.
I feel more loved, and more responsible and free. I'm an 8th grader. It comes naturally.
My teachers are the same, except for one.
My Algebra and homeroom teacher is new. She's really awesome, honestly, and brings us homeade bread and jam on test days. I love that. Best bread I've ever eaten, truthfully. Kilo, my 7th grade soul brother who for some reason is not my brother by blood, is still in my math class. He's much too smart, in my opinion. It's alright, though. He's the coolest genius I've ever met.
My Social Studies teacher I've had for 4 years now. Could it really be that long? I love him. He's awesome, too.
In Religion, half my class is taking Confirmation this year. Not me, which is alright. I'm not Catholic. I'm still cool. I promise.
My Computers teacher is one of the best book recommenders in the world. I take everything she suggests extremely seriously.
My Band &Choir Teacher is still incredibly understanding. Her son was born, and he's adorable. She's a really great band teacher.
My life is good. I love the people in my class. I love my friends in 7th grade. I love my teachers. I love my family, even though two of my dearest cousins just went out of state to college. They're still two of the most fantastic people I've ever had the fortune to meet.
Today was a good day. It made me happy.
I have to go now, but I might as well do some shoutouts to my class.
Kt? I love you, girl. You are freaking gorgeous and amaze me every day.
Liv. You're awesome. I can't even stand how cool you are. Love you to death, and beyond.
Guru, you're awesome. I'm listening to your playlist as I type. You're too amazing.
Zach:: haha you know I think you're a beast. you're my broski. Admit it, you're awesome.
Jacqui-qui, you're just a wonderful person. i love you more than you can fathom. Just remember that.
Tony and TJ and Ryan: Thanks for making my days full of laughter. Couldn't do it without you.
That's all for today. I'll do more shoutouts next time, for my left out classmates.
Geez. You guys blow my mind.
Let it Glee.
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