I LIKE YOU.

End of the year

There is only one day left of school and it really hasn't hit me yet. Last night I was thinking about everything and it really came to me. We are leaving middle school, forever. I thought of all the good times I had. Going to Chicago, six flags, six flags again and some of the best classes that I will miss. I realized that this is all going to change. Teachers are going to expect more, more homework will be handed out, and friends will change. Everything will be different.Atleast I don't have to be with those annoying seventh graders.I feel for them when they have to be with the 6th graders next year & i feel horrible for the teachers. Well I do not know what to expect for high school, but we will see how it goes it guess. After all, I have all of summer before it starts (:

whale.

Don't you just hate people who think that they are so much better than you? Unfortunately we come across these people every once in a while. People who think they can tell you what to do, they think they know everything there is to know in the world. Telling you what’s right to do and what’s wrong? um no. last time I checked they were not my parents or teachers. I mean seriously is it really ness Cary for someone to call their "hubby" every two seconds and giggle on the phone with him? NO. And while your at it, you probably shouldn’t do your daughters homework so she epically fails at school and possibly at life. I'm sorry but this is not right at all. Poor child have to live with that thing. A mother is supposed to actually know everything for HER child. she can do whatever she likes to her. Give her advice, help her with things, correct a mistake, but NOT her friends. Leave that for their parents to do. I am sorry to say but you are NOT "Queen Bee". And one day, I hope karma gets back to you. Whale.

Summer

It is coming to the end of the year and I'm sure that everyone has summer on their mind. But what makes summer so special? Why do people obsess over it? Well maybe because it just happens to be the best season ever. I mean how can you not resist the warm weather, the constant swimming, tanning, eating, just everything? You have no worries. No teachers, grades, or school work on your mind. You are completely care-free. You also don't have to constantly check what you’re wearing to make sure that it is "school appropriate". In Summer I can have all the straps showing I want or the shortest shorts ever. Or I can even walk around in a swimsuit. Whatever suits me best. I can also hang out with my friends whenever and not worry about one thing. Half the time I don't even know what day of the week it is in summer. Well to cut it short, my point is that I love summer, and so does almost everyone else and I can't wait another second until it comes.

My Love.

Today I would like to express my love to you about juice boxes. Often, people do not see my love for them. People underestimate me when they have juice boxes. One time my mom took away my juice boxes and I sat there and cried for 10 minutes until she handed them over. People often wonder why I am so obsessed. But how can you resist that shiny pouch? I mean seriously. It’s SO good. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if there was no existence of juice boxes. I think I would go insane.

True Story

It was a cold, rainy boring day in 2001 when I was doing the usual, sitting at the coloring table with Raymond drawing pictures of animals, aliens, stick people, and other things that an average 5 year old would be drawing. As I was sitting at that table getting very irritated with Raymond snuffling his nose, I decided I would make this day like no other. I would make it adventurous. Soon it was time for recess. Me, still sitting there bored out of my mind decided to take a trip that recess. Where no other kid has gone. Off of PLE property. So I looked around to see if there was no teachers in sight and boom, off I went, lacking the knowledge of punishment I would get when caught. I ran as fast as my little yellow rain boots could take me. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING MISSY?!" shouted Raymond from the edge of the monkey bars. By that time I knew he was going to tell on me but I had no sense in caring what so ever. I got to the parking lot when I started to shake from the coldness and started to crave a snack. I never thought I would think this, but I actually missed the coloring table with Raymond. So I quick looked at my Elmo watch, not knowing what time it was, but still somehow knowing I had enough time to run back up to school just in time for nap hour. So off I went. I made it before recess ended and right before Raymond told the teacher on me. I felt safe, warm, and of course rebellious. I also made it back without any teachers aware of what just happened. Some school right?

Future

Everyone is so excited about the future. Moving on, getting married, going to college, making a career. But I am not excited at all. Leaving all of my best friends? Leaving home? Going to a school where you don’t know anyone and your forced to live on your own? None of that sounds fun to me. Everyone is expecting us to know what we are going to do when we go to college. Everyone says "It's not too early to start thinking." But it really is. I'm in eighth grade, and let me tell you that I do NOT spend my days thinking about my career, and I'm sure no one else in our grade does. I mean yeah it's nice to see what’s out there, but still, I would rather spend my time hanging out with my friends and having fun while it lasts. When the time comes, I'll think.

Dance.

Have you ever thought of something you could not live without? Well imagine living without that thing. Going day by day living without something you need desperately. To some people, these things are music, cell phones, computers, ect. In my case, this thing is dance.

I was always dancing when I was on a team. Going through routines, working on technique, and just always thinking about how I can improve my dancing for the next performance. But what happens if there is no next performance? What happens if the season ends? Well that was the point where I had tryouts to be on the next, better team, taking a step up. During that period of time I knew that I was not the BEST dancer. And I knew that I had a lot of improvement to work on. I started out knowing that I was not going to make this team. I had no confidence and I was just doing it for fun, just to learn a new dance. But at the end of these tryouts I realized something. I love dance. What would happen if I didn’t make this team, And I could never dance again until the next year of tryouts? This is when I started to work my hardest. But I soon found out that it was too late to improve by 10 times to get up to the level of the best dancers in my grade. So here I am, sitting here while girls are crying because they did not make it, or other girls congratulating each other on their success. Everyone comes up to me saying “I’m sorry” and I act like I don’t care, like I didn’t intend to make it. When really I’m sitting here not saying a word. And holding my breath before I brake out. Once again, not showing my emotion to anyone.

rabbit.

It was a dark and foggy after noon. The sky was darkening slowly as I walked down times square. I was quietly walking as the city passed me by. I was almost home as I stumbled across an empty alley. Out of that alley, a man in a rabbit suit came charging at me full force. He pushed me to the ground then lied down, and appeared to be starting to fall asleep took a nap.
“Excuse me sir!” I shouted at the sleeping rabbit.
“Hasn’t you mother ever taught you to NOT bother a sleeping rabbit?” asked the man in the suit
“May I ask why you just attacked me out of the clear blue” I asked curiously.
“ its uh.. nothing.” Said the man.
“I uh thought you were someone” the man said nervously.
“Well I have every right to call the police on you” I said furious with anger.
The man immediately got up from his nap and sprinted. He kept going, and going, and going until he did not appear in sight anymore. 2 miles later, I found him sitting on a curb watching the sunset. As soon as he saw me, the man in the bunny suit desperately tried to hail a cab. The cab came speeding up to the curb, the bunny jumped in, and then they sped away. From that day on, I never saw this man again in my life.
I bet if this happened to you, would freak out, call the police right away, and be terrified. But honestly, I am not scared or frightened in any way. Just a bit confused. Things happening like this, do not surprise me one bit. I just think “Wow, this would happen to me” and then move on. I do not go out and tell everyone my story, because this event was quite normal for my life. Just another day.
So that night, I continued to walk home, get in my house, and go to bed. I wonder what will happen tomorrow.

My Life

People say that there is a match out there for everyone. The perfect mate. But whatever happens to the old ladies that sit at home with their 5 cats all day? People say love is a magical thing, if it’s so magical, why do so many people get divorces? Love doesn’t exist. It’s all fake. Well that’s what I thought, until I met him.

Since I’m from California, you would expect me to look like all the other girls. Hair that is bleached out by the sun, every inch of their body tanned, and don’t forget the waist of a twig. Yeah well that is definitely not me. I am a tall, awkward, curvy, curly haired Italian. I have super dark brown curly hair that I hate. And hips that are a size of a school bus.

Ok well enough about me, I should probably get to the story. It all started on the first day of high school, freshman year. This is when all the freshman girls get boyfriends because they are introduced to 3 new grades of boys. This is also when you lose about half of your friends because they’re either spending time with their boyfriend, or they found friends that do their sport. Now all of my old friends hang around with their teams and go on dates with their boyfriend. Well I shouldn’t say they forgot about me because I still get a “hi” in the hallway once in a while. But the point is, everyone has moved on,, besides me.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m some loser who is a loner wandering the hallways alone. I have one best friend who stayed with me throughout elementary school and middle school and surprisingly stayed with me when we started high school. Her name is Emily Koplien. She is my next door neighbor and we have been friends since we were two. She has straight dark brown hair and a tiny figure. She is an adventurous one. She always wants to have fun, even though if it means breaking the rules. By doing these things, she managed to break her arm twice and crack her head open. She cracked her head open from crawling under a table that was blocking off a hallway at the school dance, and then broke her arm from attempting to do 3 flips on our neighbors trampoline and getting in a fight with her enemy in gym class. Yup that’s Emily, and I love her, and we’ve had many adventures together. For an example, trying to get in the animals cages in the zoo, catching turtles and toads in the local pond and breeding them, climbing trees and trying to make forts that failed, and spending over 200 dollars on the local fair. Yup, we are best friends and we always will be.
Ok, so if was the first day of school. I stumble around the hallways trying to find my classes in this huge school. Where’s Emily? We have to compare schedules. As I am looking for her, I see something better instead, Tony. I’ve heard about this guy, he is a legend. All of the girls drool over him. He is the hottest thing to walk the planet. He had dark brown flippy hair and dark blue eyes. And has great muscles. Now I see why all of the girls obsess over him. Oh no, as I turn the corner I see Emily charging at me with her schedule waving wildly in her hand.”No Emily.” I tried to mouth. But as usual she didn’t listen. I sprint the other way because I know she will pounce and knock me to the floor. I didn’t mind it in middle school but were in high school now. We can’t embarrass our selves. Dang, she got me. As I’m laying on the floor with her foot on my head, she grabs my schedule and screams “DUDE, we have like 4 classes together!” then stumbles up sprints off. I didn’t get one word. As I got up from the floor, I look up to see a pack of upper classman girls staring at me. “immature much?” One girl said as they all walked away laughing in their pink miniskirts. I look up and see Tony glance at me and walk away with all of his gorgeous friends while they were all laughing. Thanks Emily, thanks.

Later that day I found out who that one girl was. Taylor Thomson. She was tall, super skinny, and had stick straight bleach blonde hair that was so damaged it looked like it was going to fall out, and a bad spray tan that was obviously fake. I didn’t find this girl attractive at all. But apparently everyone else did. She hung out with her two best friends. Emily and Leah. They all looked the same. How could someone be that fake?

Yes, it was lunch time. My favorite time of the day. Me and Emily walk slowly into the lunch room scared where we are going to sit. As we walk in Taylor and her friends stare. We find a table and sit down. Alone, just us two. I observe everyone in the lunch room and which people were at which tables. There were the computer geeks, at the back laughing for no reason, The jocks planning out their plays for their sports, the scared freshman whimpering because the senior guys are tormenting them in the back corner, me and Emily and some nerd whose sitting at the other end of the table, and Taylor and friends. They are all sitting there eating salads with their gorgeous boyfriends. Wait a second, is that tony?! Oh no, they just hugged. Its official. Tony Sensiba and Taylor Tohmson were dating!. Well so much for that. This always happens to me. Why was I so stupid to think that I had a chance?
Once me and Emily sat down. We told each other everything. What happened in our classes, who were the mean and nice teachers, and especially, who we liked. I said I liked Tony Sensiba. She laughed because she thought I would definitely not have a chance. Then she said she liked a new freshman. His name was Nick VanHulle. Out of all the boys Emily has liked over the years, I would have to say this is her best choice. He had good grades, and was pretty decent looking. Unlike the other rebels she has dated.

Weeks passed and I’m still liking Tony. And it seems like him and Taylor have not separated or got in a fight once. But one thing that has changed is Emily is now going out with Nick. I am happy for her, I really am, but I am upset, or jealous you could say that I’m all alone. No one to hang out with now. Well besides my big fat cat, Angus.
Angus is my best friend right now. Sad to say, but it is true. He is the only one I can vent to and it seems like he understands everything that I’m saying. I love Angus. He will never leave me in the dust like my other friends.

Its spring and you know what that means. The annual school fundraiser. Since I’m in Student Counsel I have to plan an event that we have to do. I also have to make a plan to split Taylor and Tony up because I’m sick of this.

Its been two months and Taylor and Tony are now split. You would think that I would have been happy but I’m not. I feel horrible for what I did. During my plan I realized how much they loved each other. And even though I hate taylor, Tony loves her. And he will never love me and I have to except that fact. Now, its time to move on. And from now on, I will be happy for what my friends have become. I think overall this was good for me.

“Godfather Death”
Imagine having to do whatever someone says no matter how much you disagree with it, or don’t like it. Sadly, this is a part of life. People have to obey their parents, teachers, bosses, and more. In the short story “God Father Death” by Jakob and Wilhelm Grimm, a boy has a different case. He was to do whatever his God Father says, but his Godfather is Death. This story teaches an important lesson to the doctor: if you do not do what you are told, there will be consequences.

In “Godfather Death” the main character, the Doctor, doesn’t have a name. This I found very odd because usually in every book every character has a name. But not only did the Doctor not have a name, neither did any of the other characters in the book. The doctor seems like a curious character. He was probably wondering what would happen if he disobeyed Death. I would do this too if I were him. I would think “what would happen if I did?” and I’m sure that’s would a lot of other people would think too. At the end of the story, The doctor starts disobeying Death. On page 11 of the book, the Doctor says “If I cheat Death this one time, he will be angry. But since I am his god son, he will turn a blind eye, so I will risk it." This is saying that the Doctor was just assuming that he wouldn’t get a punishment because he thought that his own Godfather wouldn’t do anything to him. He thought wrong. But the doctor had an acceptable reason: he was trying to save a life, the King's life. If I were the doctor, that would be a hard choice. Either disobey your Godfather without knowing what the consequence is, or save a king's life. If it were me, I would save the life. Soon, the doctor started to do this often to the point where he had to get his cruel punishment from Death.

Not only did the doctor get his punishment, but he also learned his lesson. By disobeying his Godfather, the doctor died. This was a excellent lesson teaching him and me that if we do not do what we are told, there will be consequences. For example, if you do not do what your parents tell you too you might get something taken away. Or if you disobey your teacher, you might get a detention. This was a superb lesson.

Overall, this was an excellent book. It had a great story along with a great lesson to be learned. I think the doctor had learned his lesson and got what he deserved.

"The Day of the Butterfly"

Imagine having one of your fellow classmates be diagnosed with a deadly disease. What if one of those classmates was an outcast? In the story “The day of the Butterfly” by Alice Munro a girl named Myra Sayla was diagnosed with leukemia, a deadly cancer, when she was only in 6th grade. The story is about how people’s feelings toward each other might change when something like this disease occurs. Myra, goes through a lot of troubles through this book.

Myra, who is the main character of the book always seems to be lonely. She is known for taking care of her little brother, Jimmy. Everyone thinks she’s an outcast and they don’t play with her. Their opinions might change when they find out that Myra is diagnosed with Leukemia. This often happens. People usually don’t notice something until it’s a life or death situation. This taught me that you shouldn’t look down on someone because you never know what’s going to happen in the future. This was also the case for Myra. Luckily, before the cancer, Myra found a friend while walking to school, Helen. Helen gave her the prize she found in her Cracker Jack which was a tin butterfly brooch. When I looked up the symbolism for a butterfly, It said that it was often used for a symbol of love and healing. This made sense to me because Myra was soon to get cancer. Helen was Myra’s only friend, but at least she had one.

Not only did Myra have one friend, but she was soon to get more. When Myra got cancer, her classmates opinions immediately changed when they found out. They all wanted to go visit her in the hospital and bring her presents. I, honestly would do the same, and I’m sure a lot of other people would too if they found out that someone they knew had cancer and had a chance of dying. This brought Myra to many friends and presents that she received. People finally acknowledged her. Even though she now had a lot of friends and presents and people who loved her, this wouldn’t last for long because Myra was soon to die. She would also not be able to take care of her little brother Jimmy anymore because Myra passed away that night.

This taught me that you should pay attention to the people who seem to not matter because something unfortunate might happen to them like it did to Myra, and they might need a friend to help them get through their situation. Even though Myra was an outcast, and had no friends throughout her whole life, it all caught up with her in the end.

"The Story of an Hour"

Imagine living the life of a woman that was just notified that her husband had just died in a car accident. In the short story “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin, you would expect the main character, Mrs. Mallard, to be very depressed. Un fortunately, this was not the case. In this story there was load of symbolism that connect with many different things. Symbolism takes a huge toll in this story.
The first piece of symbolism that was noticed is when Mrs. Mallard ran up the stairs when she found out her husband was dead. She opens the window and sees a rainy spring day with patches of blue skies. A rainy day is a symbol of a new life. Her husband is dead and she was able to start her life off fresh. She whispers “Free, free, free!”. Mrs. Mallard was finally free of her husband. She was happy.
Although the upper level of the house was good, the lower level was bad. It started out when she found out her husband died on the lower level, she thought it was a horrible thing until she got to the upper level when she figured out that this couldn’t be so bad after all. When Josephine came back down stairs. Her husband, Mr. Mallard walked through the door. When she discovered that he was still alive, yet far from the accident. Figuring this out, Mrs. Mallard fell to the floor and died of a heart attack. In the story, the doctor said it was because she was shocked that her husband was still alive, she was overfilled with joy. This could possibly be because she was shocked that he was still alive but not in a good way. This also follows when she came down the stairs , she is confronted with bad things. What would of happened if she went back up the stairs?
Another piece of symbolism that was noticed was their last name, Mallard. When you look up Mallard a duck comes up, the Mallard duck. If you read the information about it says that a Mallard duck has its partner for life. It never leaves it unless death occurs. This relates to Mr. and Mrs. Mallard because it seems that she can never get away from him. Like her last name, and the duck, she will always have her partner for life unless death occurs.
As you can see, there is not only lots of symbolism in this book, but there is sure to be symbolism in others. If you are reading a book, look up what their name, or last name means, or try to figure out what some things mean. Maybe you will find something interesting or something that relates to your story.