A Good-luck Wish for the Royals

28 04 2011

Oh, the bells, bells, bells
What a tale their terror tells
of despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
Edgar Allen Poe, a poem

That poem is rather ironic in light of the latest events: in a day’s time, there will be held the joyous marriage of Kate Middleton and Prince William (God bless them!). Hopefully, THOSE bells will be heard with jubilation, not misery. :)n Trust me, I’ve heard it enough on the news already, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to join the chorus of wellfarers for the lovely couple. I wish them a long and happy union, and pray that Kate will turn out to be a great Queen!! 😉


HP madness

26 04 2011

The Sniffles

26 04 2011

I think everyone has had one of those days… those ‘sure-as-heck-FEELING-sick-but-no-fever-so-i-gotta-go-to-school-to-grin-and-bear-it-while-slowly-wilting-inside-from-the-humiliation-of-snivelling-and-snorting-like-a-disgusting-little-pig-where-are-those-tissues?!?’ days. I am still half-asleep because my stupid nose and throat and head that caused me to be up all night. Sometimes it makes me want to SCREAM. How could our bodies be so cruel to us? I want to yell. But I’m too stuffy because of the mucus dripping down my throat. 😦 Yes, revolting, but everyone’s been sick so I’m sure you can empathize. School was torture- I’m half-wishing that I DO get a fever so I won’t have to go tommorow- even though I know it will be horrible if I did. Either way, the next few weeks are looking pretty bleak to me… it’s time to, once again, brave the sniffles. 😉


24 04 2011

This is the day we’ve all been waiting for- the day when we at last are able to fling away our Lenten oaths to sacrifice candy and gorge ourselves on chocolate bunnies. If only we could do this every day… we sigh as we chew the last Peep… that would be heaven… which is true, I must admit. Nevertheless, under all the sweets and treats, there still is the holy celebration that we must abtain, else the only reason for the holiday would be to sell and buy as much candy as possible- just like Halloween. 😉 This is the day Jesus FINALLY proved to all the stuborn people that he IS the son of God and that he CAN save us all from our own foolish sins. That is the reason we party, folks- to rejoice in the fact that God was so good as to rescue us and give us hope and heaven- that is what Easter is all about. 🙂

Square Dancing

4 04 2011

Square dancing.
Every 7th grade student dreads it for the first 3/4 of the school year. The entire idea is absurd. Contact? With the opposite gender? Holding hands??? It’s ridiculous, stupid, frightening. You’d think, that with the social background we have, it wouldn’t be a problem, but we are just 12 years old, no matter how old we act, and we don’t have nearly as experience as adults. The divide between genders existed from elementary school, and now the teachers are asking usto cross it. I don’t see the point in dancing, though. Are we cowboys? Hillbillies? It’s not as if we are going to square dance at a club or anything. The only reason for this unit, I think, is the milestone it represents in maturing. We are no longer giggling 6th graders, playing at grown-up. The gym teachers slammed us pretty hard today when we stood around instead of coupling (!!!) up. They yelled that we are 7TH graders, and it’s about time we grew up and starting acting like them. It sort of woke us up, but one things for sure- I sure am not going to enjoy do-say-do-ing…
With a complete stranger. 😦

April Fools!!!

1 04 2011

For all the dorks in the world who don’t already know, it’s the 1ST of APRIL!!! And you know what that means… PRANKS GALORE! Today in school, jokes were flying like UFOs. Tricks were played on teachers and students alike. Two of those I was involved in- one I pulled, the other was pulled on me! 😛

I rode he bus to school, and as we pulled into place my awesome bus driver stood up and told us some horrible news. We had had a substitute driver yesterday (GrOaN) and our bus had been in an important meeting.

“It is now a rule that every bus has to have assigned seats,” she proclaimed, “so, this afternoon, you will fill the seats up from the back of the bus and those will be your seats for the rest of the year!”

I sat in silent horror. I probably looked as though I had been slapped in the face.

Then she shook her head.

April Fools, you suckers!” she laughed, and I mentally banged my forehead as I stepped off the bus, smiling.

Later that day, my Language Arts class played an elaborate prank on our teacher. We knew that she hated owls, so we decided to decorate her room with pictures of them during Social Studies! The kids in Media printed out a huge poster of an owl with creepy, swirly eyes that said “Don’t be a hater!” (:D) and we taped it on the door. Other students printed out smaller photos and I drew several (ugly) birds on the whiteboards. One boy even brought a creepy figurine of the nocturnal bird to class! The effect was ruined slightly by the arrival of an entire eighth grade class, playing a prank on their teacher by abandoning her classroom. It was to a milling crowd of adolescents that our teacher walked in, and her eyes teared at the sight of the poster- but not in a good way.

She reasonably told the eight graders to go back to class and made us clean up all the owls. Although it was rather mean, she was (thankfully) not too upset and waved away our apology. All in all, it was a neat joke!

Oh, and one more thing. I read somewhere that the levels of radiation from Japan were found in food as well as in milk! Although that is a rather sad note to end on, all I can say is… “April Fools, suckers!!” 😉

Old School

31 03 2011

I was digging around my desk this afternoon when I chanced upon my old elementary school notebook. We used it for writing and drawing activities. It was fun flipping through the scrawled pages, perusing my sloppy notes and miniature doodles. In trash, you can find treasure, though -words of gold…


Late one night the neighbor knocked on the front door and asked if he could borrow our sled. He promised he’d give it back, and I couldn’t refuse his pleading face.

The next day, he was gone.

It was like he’d totally disappeared. His parents called the police, and the school was full of gossip about why he would run away. Some said he was going to the coast to live with his godfather. That was probably the most believable theory, but I knew where he had gone.

And I wasn’t about to tell.

A few years past.

I was watching tv in the living room when I heard the doorbell ring. When I answered the doorbell, there he was.

It was him.

He asked me if I could come with him. I put my shoes on and we headed toward his backyard.

“What do you want?”

“I need you to help me find something.”


“It’s too early for questions. The question is, will you come?”


“Out of town.”

“For how long?”

“Several hours, at maximum.”

“Am I allowed to tell my parents?”

“Sure, just don’t give them the real reason.”

I go back to my house, tell my mom and dad I’m going on along walk and won’t be back for a while. Then  I grab my phone and some money, put it in my backpack and go back to my neighbor’s lawn. We walk silently down the street and stop at the edge of the rows of houses.

One thing I should let you know, PenPoint Village is rather small. And lonely. It’s in the middle of nowhere and isn’t visited much. Really, not at all!


We had been driving for what seemed like forever. I couldn’t believe my eyes when we pulled up and saw a huge field of tall, swaying grass with wildflowers dotting it in brilliant colors. It continued endlessly over the hills. In the shadow of a lone, blossoming tree there was a small cabin cheerfully painted yellow and blue. A dirt path embedded with pebbles wound its way through the grass, side tracking toward a small pond and eventually landing at the house’s doorstep. My jaw dropped. According to my parents, this was to be my new home.

We parked the car at the end of the road and dragged our suitcases down the trail. By the time my family had reached the cabin, I was panting from the effort of dragging my two heavy bags behind me. Now I could clearly see the house: the paint was actually rather faded, the windows dusty and the floor boards creaky. Inside, the air was musky, although it smelled slightly of apples and berries.

Leaving my suitcase in the hallway, I climbed up the winding staircase onto the second floor. After inspecting several rooms, I decided that the one I wanted was the one painted yellow, with a padded window seat and a trapdoor in the ceiling that led to the attic. The bathroom was in a grim state: the tub was dirty, and spider webs stretched across the faucets and open toilet lid.

I thudded downstairs to explore some more. The living room was rather small, but the kitchen was bright and airy, with a wooden countertop and a big window over the sink that had a good view of the large tree. I was surprised and pleased to see a small treehouse in its branches, although it had obviously been used before, as it’s walls were scribbled on and one of its windows was open.


Something brushed up against my foot and my surprise turned to horror as I looked down and saw millions of giant cockroaches, scuttling over the floor in a wave of clicking, running insects all headed toward me.

I screamed and ran for the exit. The door was locked. I turned around, my eyes wide, and braced myself…

Beep beep. Beep BEEP beep. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE- click.


My eyes cracked open to glance at my room. Sun filtered through the blinds onto my bed.

Saturday, thank goodness. No school!

The mattress creaked as I sat up. What a nightmare that was. I didn’t regret my alarm. What would have happened next if I had still slept? Shuddering at the thought, I quickly donned my slippers and bathrobe and padded down the hall to the kitchen. The sun was high in the sky. My parents were gone already. They had left anote with instructions on where to find breakfast and what time to expect them home.

Suddenly, I heard something scuttle on the floor. I winced, turned around, and…

(Here there was a picture I drew of a cockroach on the floor winking. Cute!)


Now for some poetry!___________________________________________________________________________________________

Squeak, squeak, squeak

like a dripping leak

every where I go

in sunshine, rain or snow

I thought that you might know

My brand-new sneakers squeak

Squeak, squeak, squeak

Every day of every week

Down the halls and in the rooms

Everywhere the squeaking looms

Like ultra powered sonic booms

My brand-new sneakers squeak

Squeak, squeak, squeak

Enough to make a person weak

Jabbing at silence like a big sharp beak

Makes me a person meek

When my brand-new sneakers squeak


Learn from your mistakes

Use whatever you make

A pond can be a lake

Give and do not take

See sunshine in the dark

Sing as loud as a lark

Some people’s bit is less than their bark

Every person leaves their mark

Shine your light every day

When you’re in trouble you’ve got to pay

Let every person have his say

Live by this poem as you go your way

[and don’t forget to play! :)]


Seems like a few people could learn from that last poem, don’t you think? 😉