The Last Post

It's been a while, hasn't it? I apologize profusely for taking so long to post. As you may or may not be able to imagine, life has been quite busy for this 8th grader. Let's see.
Since we last spoke, I sprained a ligament in my knee, planned a dance and a half, resumed voice lessons, and drag raced in my wheelchair.
Yes, I had a wheelchair. Laugh all you will. It was called the Breezy 500, and was perfect. I loved that wheelchair like some people love food. Actually, like I love food. It was fun, being pushed around, I must admit. I still wish I could walk- that would be much more fun.
For now, I'm on crutches that I use once and a while, and the most awkward leg brace anyone can imagine. Fun, right? I know. I bet you're jealous.
Also, I've fallen in love. With a book series. Pretty Little Liars? Yes, PLEASE. I love the show (always have) and read five out of eight of the books. Or maybe six. But if someone wants to send money, so I can buy the rest, that would be nice.
Just kidding. Keep your money. Buy yourself an ice cream instead.
My months have been long and strenuous and tiring, but some good has come of them. It's a good life, you know? Sometimes it takes a while to realize that, but I think that today I have.
Rebecca Black brings us to this week. It's Friday, Friday, gonna get down on Friday. Unless you're me, with a handicapped leg. I feel quite terrible for her and the hate that's been piled down, I can't imagine the hard time she's given at school. I do hope she's okay.
I ALMOST FORGOT JAPAN. I feel so bad now. Undoubtedly, they are in my prayers. The maker of Pokemon died. That hit me quite hard. He was so awesome. Pokemon was my childhood.
Unfortunately, I have to go to my next class. I regret to inform you that this will be my last blog post, ever. I love you all and hope you have an amazing life. Thanks for reading me.


April Fools.

19 Days and Counting

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.

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.

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.