CHRISTMASS!! (part 1)

Ever since I can remember, I would ask for a dog for every single Christmas and birthday. It took about 8 years, but I finally got one last Christmas. It has to be the best present that I have ever gotten. I'm sure that the amount of time that I had to await for this glorious gift, made me appreciate it so much more. I actually got my dog a few days before Christmas. I'd been dropping major hints to my parents on how amazing it would be for somebody to get a dog, and how it would be the best present ever. Out of the blue abot a week before christmas, my parents called me into the living room and showed me a few papers that they had printed off of their computer, that had facts about a dog named Wally that was at a rescue shelter up in around Poland, Indiana. After I was finished reading through the papers and looking at the pictures, my dad asked me if I was interested in driving up there the next day to go check out the dog. Of course, I said yes. Extremely excited, I could barely sleep as I awaited for the next day to come.

FOOD FIGHHHHT!!!

Yes, I am on a roll talking about memories. So, I'm going to add one of the best memories that I have. My class got to have a food fight at the end of 5th grade. We were thinking about the idea of having a food fight and almost had some succesful ones before, but we thought it was time to bring the idea to the principle. To our surprise and after a long wait, she finally agreed. So, holding to her promise and after constant reminders from the students, on the last day of 5th grade, we had the long awaited food fight. The lunch ladies specially made a whole dinner for us to fling consisting of spaghetti, mashed potatoes, green beans, and of course the sauce. We got to go outside to the back of the school and just start flinging. We had to take turns flinging the food, and some had to wear trashbags over their clothes so they wouldn't get messed up. But come on, we got to throw food!! It was the best way I can think of to end a school year and to transition on to middle school. Yes, I know. When you go to middle school, you become so much older and know everything and your supposed to act older than your age. My elementary school taught us the right idea though- be a kid while you can. You try so hard to grow up and act older than you are, but you need to act like a kid while you still can. Here I am, almost a legal adult and still climb trees and act like a dumb kid liek I always do. You have to enjoy the little things while you can. DOn't try to grow up too fast.

the BLOB..

Speaking of elementary school memories, one of the most vivid memories I have is in gym when we'd play the blob. It was a game where one person was picked and deemed, "The Blob". Everbody else had to run around screaming and trying to not get tagged by The Blob. If you got tagged, you had to link arms and run around trying to collect more people. When the chain of Blobs grew to too many people, you could break off into groups of 2, 4 or however you wanted to. I can imagiene what a person would think if they walked into the gym during this game. You'd see our tiny gym full of kids running around screaming and laughing hysterically. Then in the middle of the gym you'd see a line of 10 kids that stretch all the way across from one wall of the gym to the other, all running trying not to trip one another up, and to gain at least one more resistant person and all the while having our teacher in the corner hunched over in his chair trying not to fall onto the floor from laughing so hard. I still believe to this day that he had the best job ever.

Elementary School

When I was still in elementary school, all I would do all day was play. Even if we were assigned to do some work (what work could you possibly have to do in 2nd grade?), I was always the one to make it interesting. When we would sit in class and have to listen to the teacher talk, I would just reach into my desk and play with my Barbie doll. That's right, my Barbie. I decided to dedicate my time to making my desk a Barbie home while the teacher was telling us something. The teacher was always so proud of me because I would never talk while she was telling the class something. Thank goodness she didn't know the reason why. After about a weeks worth of work, I showed one of my friends my creation. It was amazing. She had her bed, desk, closet, animals, kitchen and bathroom. It was amazing. My friend had her desk right next to mine and decided to do the same thing. After her, other people began to notice, and took the hint that this was much more fun than listening. Soon, almost all the girl's desks had Barbie homes in them. Then, the teacher found out and banned it. I think this was the first time ever that a teacher banned Barbies. It was quite funny.

a beautiful mind

In english class, we did a writing activity before we left for the weekend. To get into the Halloween spirit, we were given a sheet with sentences called story startes to help us, what else, begin our stories. Never one to be able to take anything serious, my story was most deffently a little goofy. To make it even more awesome, we'd only have 5 minutes to write on our story, and then pass it along to the personon our right. They'd write on it for 5 minutes, and so on. This is the finished outcome:

"what is that AWFUL smell?" I asked. Then i saw the cauldron full of bubbling purple, liquid, grape jelly. My father was standing over hte cauldron adding in slices of bread, peanut butter, honey, bananas, strawberry jam. ANything and everything that you could think of on a sandwhich was going into that pot. "I'm trying to save time. Instead of having to fix food all day, I'll just drink a cup of this processed sandwhich." That's when I knew I had to get out of there. I headed out the door towards the lake, where I found my mother sitting. "Mom," I complained. "Dad's doing weird stuff in the kitchen again." "Well, whaddya want me to do 'bout it?" she growled. "Oh, I don't know." I snapped back. "Maybe control your husband's culinary excursions into the land of the inedible?" "look kid, I don't care what your father does in the kitchen as long as I get a meanl when I get home." "Ugh, You make me angry!" I yelled. "Then do somethin' about it!" she yelled back. "Fine!" I screamed, and pushed her off the dock into the lake. My dad came out and said, "What are you doing?!" in a high, screechy woman voice. "I just pushed Mum into the lake like a psychopath. What're you going to do about it?" I yelled. He exclaimed, "I will ground you!" "I dare you to try. You wouldn't make it in time before i push you in as well." i said. I walked up to him, trying to be intimidating, and when he didn't move I'd had enough. I told him to go join your wife and threw him in the lake too. After that I began the rest of my day like normal and when the police arrived at school to tell me that my parents has drowned, I acted totally surprised. I mean, nobody could think that poor, little, innocent me could go do such a thing. And, that's how I've been getting away with murder for the last 16 years.
THE END

response to michael..

Yes, being mean is a terrible thing. Even if you are just joking around, what if the other person isn't able to accept that? Or even worse, what if the person isn't allowed to joke? Can you imagiene that? Wow, living your whole life without being able to understand a joke or even abel to tell one. If somebody asked you, "Hey. How did the blonde break her arm raking leaves?" you say, "Umm.... I don't know?" They respond, "She fell out of a tree! Hahaha!!! Isn't that funny?! She.. she.. Hahaha! Fell out! Hahaha!" and the whole time this joke teller is about to soil their pants from laughing so hard, you're just standing there. Unable to understand jokes, you make the situation awkward, and your life is over. That's beside the point. Back to being mean. Yes, being mean is a terrible thing. You should not do it. Thank you.