I really don’t know if ANYTHING will compare to my middle school years. I experienced so much. I WENT through so much. I lost some friends but I gained back so many. I re-united with friends that I hadn’t talked to since elementary school and I realized who my true friends are. Those that stick with me through everything. Some stand frim ground with me, and deal with the things i deal with, with me. THOSE are the people that I need in my life.

I’ve never lived the simple life. But I’ve learned that just taking it in and dealing with it yourself is always a better outlet than hating life. You won’t strengthen from it, and you won’t learn anything. And I’m glad that I realized that before I let life slip away in the some of the greatest years of my life.

I honestly can’t believe middle school’s almost coming to an end. I’m so scared. I’m leaving the past three years of my life in a school across the street. Pictures hanging in the lockers, those special conversations in the morning when our teachers would yell at us, walking in on the first day and feeling a sense of security. I’m leaving the place that I honestly never minded going to each day, no matter what kind of mood i was in. I’m leaving the place that holds the memory of me meeting my best friend. That first day of school in 6th grade when I was completely afraid of everything, and I made my first friend of middle school. But now, everything will be new. My life will be completely reinvented. A clean slate. Starting from 0.

But, I’m ready.

 …i think :]

anyways, i am in tutorial and i spent the entire ssr period in the book room with hello3. the book room, in case you don’t know, is a room that is set off from a lounge area that is set off from the hallway. in this room, the lounge area, there’s a table and a microwave and like sugar and stirrers for coffee and such. then, the off-set room—the bookroom— is this medium sized room with alot of metal holders that have every book needed for language arts teachers. well let me tell you. its a MESS. as you probably know, books can be re-published ( if i may use that word ) with different covers, newer editions, i suppose. so then, in the bookroom, theres old-paper-back-torn covers, paper-back covers, old-ripping-hard-covered-books covers, just-old-version-hard covers, new-addition-brand-spankin’-new-shiny-smooth-hard covers. and of course, they come in every color.

it was all so amazing, aligning them by cover, everything. AMAZING. haha i’m a loser.

also, if i go to one school, my sister is there. so that would be like @#%$!!!

and i dont know what courses to pick/.

or what to do/

or blah. i hate this.

Martin, oh Martin, what did you do?
Martin, oh Martin, I have the flu.
Even if I didnt, I wouldnt go to school.
You stood up to people, and it was very cool.
But Martin, Martin, Martin,
I have a question for you.
Why, oh why, oh why:
Did you do what you needed to do.
It was very brave. And it was also very nice.
Now people dont care if someone’s black or if they’re white.
But, Martin, Martin, Martin.
Why must we stay home.
We think its really pointless,
For school is where we want to come.
Staying home is awesome.
And staying home is great.
Because I dont have to worry,
About entering school late.
But Martin, Martin, Martin.
I have another question for you.
Why don’t we go to school?
I haven’t got a clue.
No, Im not complainging,
Because a day off is just fine.
But is it really worth it,
To waste all of our time.
Don’t take this offensive,
I don’t mean to be mean.
But everytime I stay home,
My mother expects me to clean.
It’s not exactly how I,
Plan to spend my day.
So Martin, Martin, Martin.
I’ve got one more thing to say.
I really am quite thankful,
Although it may not seem.
By Mr. Martin Luther,
Why Did You Have That Dream?!

http://www.teachertube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=80465fc284db6940d847

Her name is Brittney.

My sister is my best friend. She’s my hero. She’s my life.
My sister is like any other sister but shes better. She is unlike any other sister that you would ever meet. My sister is one of the best, and I’m not just saying that because she’s mine.
Like I said, my sister is my best friend. We are really close; but we weren’t always like that. We used to fight a lot, like any pair of sisters would, but over a few years we matured and we realized that we needed each other in our lives a lot more than we once thought that we did. I, especially, needed Brittney a lot in my life.  Guess what, its story timee!!

Way back in the summer after 5th grade, I was in my sister’s room because we used to always sleep in each others rooms on summer nights. There was just a few weeks left until my first day of sixth grade and I was stressed. It was a new school with new people and a much bigger school at that. Brittney was going into 8th grade so she already knew all about the school. She told me where I needed to go and I felt a little bit better knowing that she would be there for my first year. On the first day of 6th grade, I was nervous but I was courageous and I knew what I needed to do. And hey, that’s the very first time that I met my best friend, hello3.

But that wasn’t the only school related topic that Brittney has helped me get through. She also helps me with things that I don’t understand, like homework, because she has done it already and she knows what is expected. BUT, enough with school. Lets move on.

Brittney helps me with my personal issues. Normally she has gone through them herself, but even if she hasn’t she always gives great advice. She always tells me what to do in certain situations and I help her. I think that is what makes us closer. You are probably saying, “Yeah, well every older brother/sister helps you with those kinds of things. There’s nothing special about yours. She’s just another one of those older sisters that blends in with the others and does what the other older sisters are doing.”

Well let me tell you:
You are wrong. You are very VERY wrong. My sister isn’t like the other. She goes past expectations. She helps me to learn from my mistakes and she also allows me to learn from her’s so that I don’t make the same ones in the future.

She is different from all of the other sisters in the world. She’s mine. And I couldn’t be happier.

well, next letter that is wayyyy overdue is the letter h.
the first thing that came to my mind was helium.
the second was helmet. but, i like helium better. the other day me and my sister were inhaling helium out of one of my brothers birthday balloons. yeah i know that it isnt good for you but i always wanted to do it and let me tell you , i sounded absolutely hilarious. it works better with the milar balloons than the regular ones. ;].

have you done that before?

 well, reindeer fly, for sure. but why dont those little light up reindeers that go in your front yard just randomly start to fly away? are they not magical enough? i think that they should be pretty magical. ahaaa.

but anyways, why cant the reindeer in my front yard fly, or carry a strangly fat man? HUH? I DIDNT THINK SO.

i wonder why they say how amazing these reindeers are like in rudolph the red-nosed reindeer and all of that.. stuff.

i mean, if rudolph can lead the way, and he is a REINDEER, then how come my REINDEER in my front yard cant ‘lead the way’? i hitched a sleigh *well an orange paper plate* to the reindeer with some purple yarn in my front yard and i put a clown nose on the reindeer to make it be rudolph. i said ‘up up and AWAYYYYYY’ but no. the mean stupid reindeer didnt want to take off in flight. so i sat there in my front yard looking like an idiot while sitting on a tiny paper plate that was tied to a lit reindeers butt. yes

so i wonder why they cannot fly. got an answer? i will make you food.

 i thought about something from myspace..

does it work?!?

 <font color=”blue”>helloo?!?!?

just wondering.