Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

17.9.10

Dance, Dance Like its the Last, Last Night of our LIFE!



I'm at school...in my computer lab. Yepp. LOL. We have the new mac computers, which are super cool...so I JUST HAD TO update my blog from them. My friends are taking guitar lessons so I can be in here now. Normally I doubt I would be allowed to get on here.

Hopefully I will be taking guitar lessons soon. I just haven't got around to getting a guitar. Its kinda hard for me to decide on things. So...its just taking me a while to decide on what type of guitar I want. No worries...I will decided soon. When I get atleast 30 minutes of free time. which is never


We also have a dance tonight. Which is going to be really fun. Most of the time our dances are drama free..and we all just have a good time. This year we will be the oldest kids at the dance. So I hope its fun.

Anyway I'm gonna go because I think my typing is getting on Mr.Bs nerves. hahaha.

Oh yeah...that reminds me. I wasn't at school yesterday because of my allergies. So..today I lost my voice..and can't hear due to sinus congestion. Well..this is going to be fun. thats also why i didn't know my typing was that loud



29.8.10

So..school had started.

Enough Said.

Its actually not that bad. There is no continuing drama, but I did lose a best friend. She is now just a friend, which kinda sucks. 

Anyway...its story time :)
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I have this friend...who is desperate for a boyfriend. I think everyone goes through it, even I have been through it. I just feel so bad for her because: 1) She really isn't mature enough to be in the type of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship that she wants. 2) When she likes a boy she never takes my advice to talk to him.(she even had me talk to "him" once for her and that totally didn't work out) 3) She makes it so obvious that she is desperate, and I know that boys catch on to that. I just don't know what to do. It seems that I am the one that people lean on for help. And with her, if I needed advice like this, there is no way she would make even an effort to help me. So...I question why I try. It actually stresses me out.

Thats also a reason that I am glad school started. At our school there aren't many relationships. As of right now..none. And when there is a relationship, the whole school knows. There are about 300 kids at my school, so it makes sense. Us being the eight graders, we basically rule the school. (hahaha do people still say that?). Relationships in our class DO NOT HAPPEN. That is because there are not enough boys for girls, and our boys are immature. So we seek relationships outside of school. So..during the school year I bring on the stress. So my mind can be taken off everything else. :|

12.8.10

I was thinkin...

I was thinking...and I wish I could just freeze everything in time. I don't want anything to change...besides the small things. I don't want to go to highschool, because I have to leave all the friends I love. Even those who I don't necessarily get along with, you made a difference in my life. The best part about going to a school like ours is the life-long friendships you will make. These friends I know I will never lose. Though far away somehow we may always be close in a way. I know I have to go to highschool, so this last year of 8th grade I will cherish. Not just my friends, but the teachers who were like parents to me. I know I may never find anything like. I will be sad, but proud to graduate from my school. It isn't the end, but far in the beginning. I have alot ahead. Without this 8 year experience I don't know where I would be. I will always go back to visit the memories. When I step on the campus I will feel home. Its the only place I know. From the 10 hour days I was stuck in Latchkey to the many trips to the nurses office. From the lunch bill that was always late to the Friday Game Days in second grade. I hate to leave, but I'm afraid life must go on. This will be my last year at this school but the beginning of life.