There is nothing more common than snow in the desert. Especially, if it is March.
A couple of months had gone by. They were pretty good, I guess. Except that we were considering homeschool, and that I was super homesick for all my friends in the US. So yes, we were having a lovely time.
But today, was different, it was like a piece of candy after dieting for MONTHS, like the first star that you had been waiting for, like- I don’t know, seeing someone after years and years of being separate. It was like that.
We had just had a mojor snowstorm. It lasted for only one day, but left a beautiful blanket, of clean, white, not yellow, snow on the ground. The perfect, time to go on a nice walk and be the first one to put there UGG into the blanket. As you can see, I am super competitive. So off I went. I walked to the fountain outside my house, and saw the little icicles hanging off the lion’s ears, I saw, the obviously miserable, loyal gardeners, suffering through the digging up of all the snow, on the road, and I saw people running to the nearest building obviously in panic. Gosh, couldn’t ANYONE appreciate snow? Just then, I heard a little giggle behind me. I ignored it. A snarl. I turned, and a tiny, little… thing, behind me, flying.
Well, COME ON, who wouldn’t have freaked out and started half crying half screaming home, who wouldn’t have screamed as they went into the house ” I AM GOING CRAZY!!!!” Who WOULDIN’T have locked themselves in their bathroom, and climbed up on top of the counter, armed with a hairbrush, ready to attack. I mean really, I was taking it very calmly, like a mature twelve year old should have.
Just then, another… thing, okay I will call them fairies for now- even though I always though fairies were more… delicate…. started attacking me. I mean, they actually went so far as to grab my miniature dachshund key chain and TRY to cidnap it. Well, to tell you the truth, I would have let them, because it is called taking one for the team.
At that time, I did what I had thought was the best decision, i handled it well, and gracefully, and I delicately, took my towel cap, and hit it hard enough for the fairy thing to be knocked out, and then I patted the towel, gave a sigh, and finished just as well as I had handled everything else. I fainted (not so gracefully).
DIRECTIONS: PLEASE GET A PEICE OF PAPER AND RECORD FOR EACH QUESTION IF YOU GOT a, b, OR c. AT THE END COUNT TO SEE WHICH LETTER YOU GOT THE MOST OF AND READ TO SEE WHAT CUPCAKE YOU ARE!! ENJOY!
NOTE: FOR QUESTION 2 PEASE NOTE THAT THESE ARE NOT MY QUOTES. I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT.
How do you spend your weekends:
a. reading and snacking on pretzels
b. playing tag with friends
c. Babysitting the neighbors kids
Which saying do you prefer? And which one do you feel represents you the most: (please remember these are not my quotes and please take the time to read the websites I found them from. Thank you.)
a. Kevin Kelly: A brain is a society of very small, simple modules that cannot be said to be thinking, that are not smart in themselves. But when you have a network of them together, out of that arises a kind of smartness.
b. Taylor Swift: Your lucky enough to be different, never change
Read more: http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1036517.Taylor_Swift
c. Avril Lavigne: I liked being a minor because you can’t get into trouble. Now I just have to try and behave myself.
Your friends consist of the following characteristics:
1. There smart and shy
2. They are athletic and energetic
3. They are givers
Your favorite singer is:
1. John McLaughlin
3. Taylor Swift
Your favorite food is:
a. carrots dipped in penut butter
c. Penut butter sandwich
The charity you would jump at a chance to donate to:
a. the local animal shelter
b. the woman’s prizon
c. SAVE OUR OCEAN!
Your absolute favorite color is:
a.purple and light green
b. yellow and turquoise
c. light pink and baby blue
You dislike people who:
a. wait to do their homework on the bus on Monday
b. the people in gym class who slack off
c. all the thief’s AND MURDERERS in the world who steal from innocent people
How would you describe your moods
a. happy! (glass half full)
b. mood swinger (glass half empty and half full)
c. pretty negative (glass half empty)
10 (Last question! You made it!)
The people who support you when you have problems have the following characteristics:
a. negative, they remind you that you are lucky to have what you have
b. I don’t have any problems, I consider life a game
c. positive, I need someone optimistic to pull me out of my gloom
GREAT JOB YOU FINISHED THE QUIZ!!!!
PLEASE SEE THE FOLLOWING PARAGHRAPH TO SEE WHAT CUPCAKE YOU ARE!!
IF YOU HAD MOSTLY a’s:
You are very smart. You can sometimes go a little bit to the negative side but tend to be pretty positive. Most people think of you as a nice kind caring person. You are liked by most people, and have a lot of friends. But when you melt down, you REALLY melt down. You are a all or nothing character and very determined which makes you very well rounded. You hate it when anyone does anything mean, and you are shy buy aren’t scared to stick up for those you care about. Make sure you keep your positive attitude and caring spirit.
YOU ARE A VANILLA CUPCAKE WITH TONS OF ICING, RAINBOW SPRINCLES, AND ARE FRESH OUT OF THE OVEN.
IF YOU HAD MOSTLY b’s:
You are unique and not afraid to show it. You are very strong willed and hate it when anyone is made fun of for who they are. You have mood swings but tend to be very kind. Your inside is gentle but your outside is tough. You have many friends because of your funny and bubbly personality. People love you for who you are and your see through spirit. You aren’t afraid to say whats on your mind but hate it when anyone says anything bad about you. Don’t lose your unique attitude. And perspective of the world.
YOU ARE A CHOCOLATE HOMEMADE CUPCAKE SITTING ON TOP OF A COUNTER WITH NO SPRINKLES JUST YOU AND YOUR DELICIOUS FROSTING
IF YOU HAD MOSTlY c’s
You are a giver. You get concerned over other peoples well being and hate to think that there is homeless people, war, and killing. You tend to sometimes ba a worry wart and you sometimes obsess over this so much that your normaly positive spirit turns negative. You can be a little odd sometimes but that is one of your characteristics that makes you so friend able. You love listening to others but you can be super shy. Don’t lose your sweetness and keep on loving the world. Just make sure that you can control your worries so they won’t rule your world.
YOU ARE A STRAWBERRY CUPCAKE, SWEET AND SMALL. YOUR ICING IS SOFT AND FLUFFY AND YOU ARE THE SOLD OUT CUPCAKE IN THE CAFE.
The willow tree that I had been sitting under, just three hours ago, had got cut down. Nobody tried to stop it, nobody came yelling, screaming: “No! That tree belongs to Katrina!” Nobody woke me or even gave me a sympathy card.
Many people might say, “well why do you care about that stupid old tree anyway? It’s just a tree!” But I beg to differ. I had sat under that tree when I read my first picture book, “brown bear, brown bear”. I had sat under that tree when my first tooth came out, all bloody and slobery, and when my cat Fluffy died, and when I had cuddled my brand new doll, Alexa. That tree was a memory box, a friend.
This is just a taste of the start of a new possible story. I am not sure if I want to continue it or not so I would love your feedback. Thank you so much! (I am going to continue writing my other story, World news, as well.)
Slushies getting thrown at your face as soon as you walk into your homeroom classroom is soooo a stereotape. Actually, as I pushed open the big wooden slip slidey doors, the first thing I saw were kids, and a ton. They all wore jeans, like me and they all looked as confuesed and intimidating as me! Yesss!
I slipped into a chair next to a blond haired, chubby girl with jeans and a red headband on. She gave me a slight smile then carefully lined up her pencil to show the border between my part of the desk and hers. In other words, she was saying this is my part of the desk and that is yours, you pass the border and you are dead. Middle school had officially began.
“Good morning class!”
A middle adged teacher walked in she wrote her name in perfect, never dot your i’s with a circle handwriting and sat down on her table and let out a huge sigh. Ok then.
“You have finally reached sixth grade!!” She let out a huge emotional puff of air which made the kid sitting in the front row start frantically pushing his chair further away from the teacher.
“But really, middle school is something to embrace, something to-” she walked up closer to the class and I swear I saw the kid who had moved his desk away from her shudder “Something to LOVE!” She kept talking for a while the assigned us some simple math problems, that were super easy, (I’m kinda a math freak), and let us go.
The rest of the day went by like cupcakes put in the middle of a group of screaming toddlers. I met a girl named Ashley and apparently she felt as out of place as me, I liked all of my teachers and the work was fun. So when my mom picked me up after school and asked me if I had loved it, all I could do was mutter something about friend chicken and stare at my chipped purple nail polish.
It was a year after I had moved to Jordan. My first year had been a nightmare, boy-crazed students, clothe-crazed students, makeup-crazed students, and popularity-crazed students. Aka, the oppisite of me. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a loner, or a nerd or anything. I usually made friends just by being nice. But these kids were different, there idea of “nice” was my idea of “mean.” So yeah, long story short, I convinced my mom to homeschool me and I forgot all about those snoby, cool, mean kids. But this year there was no way I could convince my mom to homeschool me again, she barely had said yes the first time, I had to beg like a kitten whimpering for milk. So, it looked like I was going to suck it up and go to school. And, as if I couldn’t be anymore mortified than I already was, school was starting tomorrow, and my best friend Kate was in a totally different country, so one of her supportive pep talks was out of the question.
“Okay, so just be nice, OK?”My mom was sitting on the couch emailing someone for some I am sure, ridicuous reason.
“Mom, you don’t KNOW these kids, they LIVE for sucking out all the spirit out of some innocent person, they call you names, punch you-” Okay so maybe I am spicing up the story a bit, but I can’t help it, i’m an spicer-uper.
“Oh you’ll be fine. Your the sweetest person I know.”
“Your just saying that cause I’m your daughter.”
“Yeah well even I am i’m sure they’ll love you.”
“Yeah, HATE me maybe but most tripplily, totally, they will NOT love me.”
“Fine, If you want to be negative then FINE, but remember what i told you when you walk into class tomorrow and everyone Lo–”
“No, LOVES you.”
I stormed out of the room and slammed the room. Let me make it very clear that i am NOT a brat, it’s just it can be very stressful, if you are starting middle school tomorrow, have zero friends, and feel like a prisoner on a ship, getting ready to walk the plank. I shut off the light and eventually fell asleep, dreaming about some nose picker dangling their fist over my head and saying: “ready to get beat up??”
I woke up the next day, and got dressed in my jeans and pink and grey sweatshirt that I had been so obsessed over or the past week. Brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair. I walked downstairs and ate something (looking back, I can’t actually remember what I ate…)
“Okay Im ready, lets go”
My mom and I walked to the car and after a couple of hours-okay fine- minutes we got there. I took a deep breath, waved to my mom, and walked into the big wood door.
For the two weeks that i was a vegetarian i heard the constant question: “Why? Why have you chosen not to eat meat?” and i would reply the same as always “because i believe that animals are slaughtered cruelly and that humans are selfish to eat meat.” but is that really the case? In this article I am going to explore the many different opinions on anti-vegetarians and
One of the most interesting things i learned when i was researching vegetarians was that the grain that they feed the cows for our good ol’ McDonald’s hamburger could feed many more people who are starving. To be more specific, if we gave up meat, then over eight hundred million people who are starving would be fed, just because of all that grain that goes into the stomachs of cows and then into the hamburger that we eat. Another thing people are mortified of, is how the animals are slaughtered. Cows for example, are hung upside down by their legs and have their throat slit. Pigs, are kept in small cages and often go mad. And as for chickens they are in a confined area as well and have their beaks cut off. Something else that i find extremely sad is how many trees are getting cut down just to make space for farms to raise and slaughter animals. Many people would prefer to not think about these many mortifying details but i think that saying that just because meat is good is not a sufficient answer to why you’re not a vegetarian.
all though all those different opinions and facts of why people are a vegetarian are all very heroic and interesting we also have to look at why some very educated, very caring people aren’t vegetarians well hears their opinion. First, there is the religious, idea. Many people believe that god created animals for humans and becoming a vegetarian would be unfaithful to god and ungrateful for all god gave us. Also many people believe that cows farts- yes you heard me right- cows farts, pollute the air as well because they hold a lot of methane gas that is very bad for the environment. So if everyone stopped killing cows then our environment would NOT improve. Also there is the health issue, meat holds lots of iron and it is hard to really replace meat.
Well you have heard both sides of the stories. Both of which have its ups and downs, I think that many people are vegetarians or non vegetarians for the wrong reasons and my goal for this article in not to tell you guys to be a vegetarian or not it is just to make sure everyone is aware of exactly what you are eating and whether it is the right choice. Will millions of people go on starving, or will cows pollute our air. You can make a difference.
“Ice cream sunday, cherry on top, how many sprinkles do you get? one… two… three… four….”
“TAG YOUR IT!!!!!!!!!”
“You are so mean I am never speaking to you ever again!”
“Lets be best friends forever!”
The playground was the same as always. I was a ordinary first grader. Juice boxes thrown into the trash, along with the crust of a penut butter sandwich. People crying, people laughing, people tossing their hair, people demanding back friendship bracelets, people sitting below a apple pretending to be reading, people making birthday cards for their teachers, people talking about how mean the scince teacher was. The same as always.
Then, I was just a second grader in Miss. Bell’s class. I would eat my penut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich, and eat my chcolate pudding, and throw away my green beans. I would play with my best friend Kate, and we would argue over the names Jessica and Lola, resulting in one of us being Jessica-Lola and the other one being Lola-Jessica.
Next, I am a third grader, a responsibe citizen in Miss. Sears’s classroom. We had multiplication homework, and eye to eye’s. It’s great.
Then I was a fourth grader in a different school NCCL, with Janet and Joe, and the weird little girl Emily, with the too-high voice.
THEN I am a fifth grader, homeschooled, in a different country.
And Lastly, I am a sixth grader in Jordan.
This is a story I am starting this is the first chapter, just introducing my life. The next chapter will be like every other day (me going to school) introducing the characters, the theme, place… etc.) Please leave comments.