Things to Do Over the Summer

9 05 2011

Things to do over the Summer

 1. Roast marshmallows over a campfire

2. Read all the books on the book list

3. Dive off a diving board/ go off the drop slide

4. Sleep until 10 o’clock 

5. Sign up for some classes at the library

6. Tie dye a shirt

7. Make a new friend

8. Fly a kite

9. Host a party

10. Get some music from the library (see # 20)

 11. Make dinner for your family

12. Learn something new

13. Wake up early to watch the sun rise

14. Write a letter to someone you know

15. Do a job to earn money

16. Watch a movie at the library

17. Plant a tree

18. Buy something with your own money

19. Make your own paper

20. Check out the library’s website at www.stdl.org

 21. Blend a smoothie

22. Bake some cookies

23. Make a firefly lantern

24. Go on a hike

25. Decorate an ice cream sundae

26. Make a bird house

27. Check out a book from the library

28. Pull a prank on your friends

29. Make a scrapbook

30. Learn how to juggle

31. Send secrets by Morse Code

32. Launch a rocket

33. Perfect your drawing skills

34. Find the constellations

35. Identify clouds

36. Start an ant farm

37. Dry flowers

38. Grow a garden

39. Learn how to skateboard

40. Learn how to do the worm

41. Learn how to moonwalk

42. Walk on your hands

43. Do a magic show

44. Write a song and sing it

45. Form shadow puppets

46. Skip a stone

47. Shoot some hoops

48. Hit a home run

49. Write in invisible ink

50. Fold an airplane

 

 I wrote this for a newspaper club article. What do you think??? 🙂

 





The Dove

29 04 2011

I saw a dove in a tree
With white feathers and an orange beak
He looked at me as if to say
“Haven’t you had a wonderful week?”
I had to aggree, for the grass was green
The sky was blue and the birdies would sing
I had to aggree with the dove in the tree
“Yes, I have had a wonderful week.”





The Debate of a Bookworm

27 04 2011

Why didn’t I join a book club?

That’s a good question- after all, I am an avid bookworm, and you can often find me with my nose buried in a novel. My friends say that they find me with a different book each day, which, though not true, is what to be expected from the daughter of a librarian. However, my motto is: A book is meant for reading, not dissecting.

[FYI: I detest nonfiction books, for they don’t apply to my motto]

You see, although I adore literature, I HATE breaking it down. For example, stating the climax (shudder) or naming an internal conflict (wince) is easy for me, but I loath it because it’s so BORING. 😦 This, as you can tell, makes Language Arts class a sort of battle of opinions: I can easily say that my favorite part is read aloud (BTW, go Mockingjay!!!! 😉 )

Book clubs do involve reading, but it is forced reading (tremble) and you have to TALK about it afterward. My kind of reading is reading for reading’s sake, not to dissect it like a frog in biology class. Sure, my mom may think me crazy, and my friends may think I’m silly, but one thing’s for sure: I’m not going to join the book club.





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. 😉





Essays in Life

15 04 2011

I loved the rain. I loved the wind, caressing my hair, blowing it straight back or tangling it over my eyes. I loved the delicious feeling of raindrops on my face. I would close my eyes and smile.

On summer nights, when the tornado sirens wailed, my feelings were battling between fear and ecstasy. The house would creak creepily and the pine branches outside the window would flail helplessly as the wind batted at them forcefully. I would half-wish, despite the fact that I knew it would be horrible, that a real tornado- a swirling mass of howling gales -would come, come whip away my life. I would emerge from the rubble of my house with a story to tell.

On other summer nights, when there was a gentle, carefree breeze, the bonfire was lit and our faces flickered in he darkness. We would run all over the neighborhood, heedless of property and domain, cutting through yards and sprinting down streets in the black. I would fly across rolling terrain and feel free. I would crouch behind trees and be still. I would be quiet and win.

I’m not sure whether it’s surprising that I grew up to be a meek girl. I still feel as if my personality wages war. I crave adrenaline, yet I scorn sports- competition holds little to no interest for me. I love riding my bike- I love cruising through town, zooming past yards of uniform concrete and leaving landmarks in the dust. When I cross the road from the park to my house, I pedal so fast my legs feel like their flying- and I feel like I’m flying. It’s as if I’m going a hundred miles an hour, and- once more, adrenaline- I’m afraid I will fall. When I arrive at my garage, my heart is always pumping and I’m always smiling.

P.S. The topic of this essay is nothing.





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!!” 😉