SUMMER

Summer BEGINS! Day one! And it is sooooo boring. Driving class and then nothing. Well one picture a day! My kitty and I enjoying the sun

Brutal Honesty

Brutal honesty hurts! Today, there was no school because it was field day which is a day where we play useless games such as Quidditch, which is a blast! I wasn't required to participate because I was field tripped for UIL. We wanted to get judged before out competition. The judge was definitely brutally honest. I had a lot of fun though. Anyway, I'm going to start putting my OP's on here and I don't totally agree with everything that I say. Some things are satire because that is whats funny to me. My most recent one is very satirical.


Life Lesson #3:

I tried camouflage. Surely the elderly woman with unnatural old woman odor would be too ancient to be able to see me if I stood completely still behind my maternal body guard. I watch her weathered eyelids drift over her yellow eyeballs continuously. Her eyes lingered on various objects around us before they finally landed on me. My hiding skills were not up to par because she said, “Oh who is this lovely dear? What’s your name honey?” My mother pushed me in front of her forcing me to surrender. She told me to say my name. I said “Makala” softly. The old woman pretended that she actually cared what my name was and she asked “Kayla?” and I got mad and shouted my name so the deaf old bad could actually hear me. Then I ran back into safety behind my mother’s legs. The old woman said “Oh Makala! That is a beautiful name.” Then the conversation got awkward. I was four. I didn’t know what to say and no kid ever does.

When an old person sits on the bench watching little kids play, eventually one will walk by. They ask for the child’s name which forces the kid to debate whether they shouldn’t talk to strangers like their parents taught them. The kid thinks for a while and decides that the stranger is almost dead anyway and couldn’t hurt them so they decide to respond. All of this thinking for a child takes a long time so there is a lengthy awkward pause. Finally the kid responds “Pigslyworth.” That is a terrible name but the dumb old lady would have to respond kindly or she’ll have a crying Pigslyworth on her hands.

Old people are liars. They are also mean. They don’t actually believe that “Lucy” is a beautiful name. It is too common. Old people also aren’t interested if you are an ugly child. If there was a pretty Lucy and an ugly Lucy, the adult would ask the pretty Lucy her name and would then be obliged to lie and make Lucy feel real good about her “beautiful” name. If the adult asked ugly Lucy her name, well they wouldn’t ask ugly Lucy anything because she’s ugly.

If mean old people just stopped asking for names little kids wouldn’t have to be lied to and bullied for the rest of their lives. Being told that I had a lovely name as a child made me very excited but after the torture everyone calls “middle school” I have realized that my name is terrible and common and that no one likes me. That old woman lied to me. I just wish for no one else out there to have the same terrible experiences as me and for no one who has been told that their name was beautiful to get their hopes up.

I tried camouflage. Surely the elderly woman with unnatural old woman odor would be too ancient to be able to see me if I stood completely still behind my maternal body guard. I watch her weathered eyelids drift over her yellow eyeballs continuously. Her eyes lingered on various objects around us before they finally landed on me. My hiding skills were not up to par because she said, “Oh who is this lovely dear? What’s your name honey?” My mother pushed me in front of her forcing me to surrender. She told me to say my name. I said “Makala” softly. The old woman pretended that she actually cared what my name was and she asked “Kayla?” and I got mad and shouted my name so the deaf old bad could actually hear me. Then I ran back into safety behind my mother’s legs. The old woman said “Oh Makala! That is a beautiful name.” Then the conversation got awkward. I was four. I didn’t know what to say and no kid ever does.

When an old person sits on the bench watching little kids play, eventually one will walk by. They ask for the child’s name which forces the kid to debate whether they shouldn’t talk to strangers like their parents taught them. The kid thinks for a while and decides that the stranger is almost dead anyway and couldn’t hurt them so they decide to respond. All of this thinking for a child takes a long time so there is a lengthy awkward pause. Finally the kid responds “Pigslyworth.” That is a terrible name but the dumb old lady would have to respond kindly or she’ll have a crying Pigslyworth on her hands.

Old people are liars. They are also mean. They don’t actually believe that “Lucy” is a beautiful name. It is too common. Old people also aren’t interested if you are an ugly child. If there was a pretty Lucy and an ugly Lucy, the adult would ask the pretty Lucy her name and would then be obliged to lie and make Lucy feel real good about her “beautiful” name. If the adult asked ugly Lucy her name, well they wouldn’t ask ugly Lucy anything because she’s ugly.

If mean old people just stopped asking for names little kids wouldn’t have to be lied to and bullied for the rest of their lives. Being told that I had a lovely name as a child made me very excited but after the torture everyone calls “middle school” I have realized that my name is terrible and common and that no one likes me. That old woman lied to me. I just wish for no one else out there to have the same terrible experiences as me and for no one who has been told that their name was beautiful to get their hopes up.

Moral: Don't let boring/common names get you down

Softball?

Today was the first softball game for my team! It was fantastic. The sun hit the field just right. All the blades of green grass had a silver lining. All the girls got pumped up and ready for the game. I tried to give advice but some girls obviously didn't appreciate it. We got out there, and our pitcher did our best. We worked so hard. I pitched some. On that mound, I felt safe. No nervous blood was pumping through me. I must admit, I had more mistakes than strikes but I tried hard. For our first game, we were great.

Today was mardi gras! I know they are partying in Louisiana. I on the other hand, partied with my softball buddies and then I got pizza! Tomorrow is lent, and i'm giving up bread and chocolate OH NO! How will I survive? I don't know.

Anyway it's time for some life lesson.

Life Lesson #2

An academy award winning producer was trying to take a picture of his daughter with his Oscar. Doing was any normal 15 month old would do, she looked at it and then dropped it! It was dented and some flakes of gold fell off. Lucky others have broken theirs and there was an academy awards hospital so he got a new one.

Moral: Don't  get an Oscar

In the beginning

As usual, you start with a reason why. Why does anyone do anything? Just for the heck of it. That's why. As any other student, I have many other things I could be doing, such as homework but who cares. Different ideas will pop into my head so subjects will change randomly. Also if I am going to write about myself then I feel it will be easier to write in third person especially if there is touchy stuff.
The story begins with the unusually catholic girl. High school is a full time job. She should get paid. She just got back from a wonderfully magical trip out in the wilderness. You should have seen the mountain lions and the bears and the raccoons. There was spider that almost ate her whole. Well that's a lie. Nothing quite as exciting but she did hear a story.

Life Lesson #1
There was a lady who had a gigantic brown spotted snake. This beautiful snake had been a part of her life ever since it was a baby. This lady took care of this snake and loved as much as she could. As a young one, this snake would curl up comfortably around this lady. She even slept in the bed with it. For years she lived happily with this animal. One day her snake went completely rigid in the bed next to her and she couldn't move him. This kept happening for the next couple of weeks and so she got scared. She soon took the snake to the vet worried about her poor baby. The vet got a very worried look on his face and he explained to her that her snake  was sizing her up seeing if he was big enough to swallow her whole.

Moral:
Don't get a large snake.

It's a scary story, tell it to your friends