Pep Rallies

We are having a pep rally at our school. Some people can’t wait for it, while others groan. I am in the middle. I think pep rallies have some good and some bad.

 

At pep rallies, someone usually goes up front and hypes everyone up. If you are in a bad mood, a pep rally may just be the thing for you. For example, if you got a bad grade in science, a pep rally can allow you to forget it. There are also some fun games students get to play with a few teachers, like 3-point basketball shooting, and really crazy ones like skateboard racing with toilet plungers.

 

A pep rally is also a good way to take your mind off current situations. If you just need a brake from school, pep rallies are good for that too. Like if there is a huge test coming up, a pep rally allows you to miss about 45 minutes of class, so you probably won’t have a test in that day.

 

However, pep rallies have their negative points, too. Pep rallies at my school take up your advisory period. Advisory is the only free time your get to do your homework. Usually I have a ton of math homework. No advisory equals more–a lot more–homework. Without advisory time, you have a lot more homework to do at home.

 

Sometimes, pep rallies can get a little boring. When they’re announcing everything they have to announce, face it, it gets boring. “And now please greet the boys eighth grade basketball A team. The players are…blah, blah, blah. Also please acknowledge the boys eighth grade basketball B team. The teammates are…blah, blah, blah. Don’t forget the boys seventh grade basketball A team with…blah, blah, blah. Also there is the boys seventh grade basketball B team. The players are…blah, blah, blah. Now to the girls…blah, blah, blah.” Also sometimes the “performance” and “cheers” get really boring.

 

I like pep rallies because you get to miss some of school, but I don’t like the longer homework time required (who does?).  Pep rallies are fun, but they have many cons.

February 6, 2014 Book Thoughts 3 Comments on Pep Rallies

My Favorite Mistake

My Favorite Mistake

My mouth started to water as soon as I stepped into the restaurant. The delicious aroma of food filled the room. The sizzle of fried noodles, the mouth-watering scent of spicy chicken and vegetables, even the sight of the platters of food made my stomach grumble. My family and I quickly stepped in line to order. Luckily, we didn’t have to wait for long.

“I would like a one main and four slides,” I told the waiter.

“Are you sure you can eat it all?” my mom asked my with an unbelieving face. I had ordered the maximum possible combination.

“Sure I’m sure,” I replied. I was hungry–very hungry.

“Well okay then,” my mom said, still with a doubting face. I selected my order, steamed rice, golden shrimp, steak with green beans, sweet and sour orange chicken, and stir-fried noodles. I sat down on the leathery, comfortable seat; my stomach rumbling with anticipation of what it thought was going to be a good, full meal. Unfortunately for me, things were not going to happen that way at all.

 

I took a piece of sweet and sour orange chicken and popped it into my mouth. Orange sauce flooded into my mouth. I closed my eyes and let the taste overwhelm me. Soon the food was flying into my mouth. The delectable tender steak was juicy and flavorful–the flavor burst into my mouth, dancing on my taste buds. The golden shrimp was perfect, spiced up by a variety of herbs. I devour the meal, savoring every bite.

 

Soon, I was starting to get a bit full. But I had said that I was going to finish the whole plate and I didn’t want to disappoint my mom. So I kept on eating. The food now didn’t taste as good as it had started and didn’t seem so delicious as before. I scooped the last bite out of my plate and dumped it into my mouth. I chewed slowly and swallowed. “Ooo,” I groaned to myself. I had done it. I finished eating. It didn’t feel that bad; it actually felt kind of good. Waiter came and took away my plate and asked me if it was good. “Yes,” I replied and I meant it.

 

 

After dinner we went shopping, and I started to regret eating so much. Pain slowly started to creep outward from my stomach. After my family and I picked up some fruits–my stomach felt like it would explode! It was as if someone was pinching, squeezing, and twisting my stomach. My stomache was bursting, almost literally. The excruciating pain was overwhelming. I had over-eaten, no, over-over-eaten. I endured the pain for a long time. I just wanted to go home and lay down, but my mom had so much to buy. It may have just been a few minutes, but it felt like eternity. Soon–no, not soon–a long time later, the pain slowly started to fade away. “Ooo,” I sighed again with relief. The pain was gone, but I had learned my lesson.

 

Ever since, I never again wanted to over-eat. I learned my lesson. Even though how much you need something, food, for example, it is never good to get too much of it. It was a mistake, but I am glad that I made it. This is my favorite mistake.

January 31, 2014 Book Thoughts 1 Comment on My Favorite Mistake

A Pet I’ve Known

Ding-dong. I rang the doorbell. Arf, arf, arf, arf-came the reply. Bam! My dog threw itself against the door, as if it could break it down just to get to me. Arf, arf, arf. Bam!

 

Finally my mom came and opened the door. (I was too lazy to take off my backpack, get my key, open the door, and have to put my key back into my backpack). My dog lept out and threw its small, white, fluffy body against my legs. Everyday, my bus driver hands out dog treats to those who have dogs. Binky, my dog knows this and lept up, nose wiggling furiously. “Sit,” I commanded. Still barking, Binky sat down, but he popped back up a split second later. I gave the treat to him, not really because he sat, but mostly to placate him and calm him down. This is my dog Binky:

 

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January 16, 2014 Book Thoughts 1 Comment on A Pet I’ve Known

Home In the Morning

Home In the Morning

“I don’t want to get out of bed,” I thought as I woke up.

But soon I was refreshed and wide-awake.

I was greeted with the smell of sausage and scrambled eggs,

As I walked down the stairs.

My mom was cooking breakfast.

My sister was waiting for food.

My dad was still getting prepared.

My dog was sitting under the table,

Hoping for crumbs to fall.

And I joined my family.

Soon my sister left for school and I was alone with my parents.

We sits together, talk about our day, and watch the news.

When my bus comes, I wish my parents a good day,

And my morning ends.

310/365: 11/06/2013. Yellow Bus [EXPLORE # 21 on 11/08/2013]!!
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November 26, 2013 Book Thoughts No Comments on Home In the Morning

Homework*

“And don’t forget that you have a test on Monday!” my teacher called to us as we were leaving, “And have a good weekend.” “How am I suppose to have a good weekend with so much homework!” I groaned to myself as I got on the bus, “Latin homework, math homework, Texas History homework, English homework, science homework, so much homework!”

 

When I got home I groaned again. My mom doesn’t let me watch TV, play video games, or do anything fun until I finished all my homework. I took out my pencil and got to work, knowing that I’ll never finish if I didn’t start now. My pencil traveled across the page, answering question as it went. Multiple-choice and short answers and essays; it seemed as if all the types of questions in the world was in my homework. “I’am never going to finish,” I mourned inwardly.

 

Suddenly more and more homework appeared; it started to completely cover the table. Soon it was overflowing. Stacks and stacks of homework appeared. The whole ground was staring to get covered. It was rising to my knees, then my waist. I wanted to shout for help, but my voice made no sound. The papers of homework started to rise to my neck. My eyes blurred. Soon I was completely covered in homework. I couldn’t breath. I was about to die. Just when everything went black I woke up halfway though my math homework.

 

Realizing that I had fallen asleep and that it was just a dream, I started once more on my homework. But the thoughts about having too much homework were gone. I was  still alive. “I didn’t have that much homework after all,” I mused to myself, “From now on, I will never again complain about having to much homework.”
Kepler's Equations
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*Fictional

November 14, 2013 Writer's Notebook 2 Comments on Homework*

What Would You Do If You Won The Lottery?

If I won 500 million dollars in the lottery, I would stash it in the bank for now. When I turn 16 and am allowed to drive, I would buy myself a good car. I don’t want a too awesome car, as weird as that sounds, because I want to get through collage first. I would then use the money to pay for the collage fees and and become a doctor (my dream job).

After collage I would buy a Ferrari and a mansion. I would be getting a lot of money from my job and I would feel happy. I would donate some money to charities and become a very famous multi-millionaire, like Bill Gates. That is what I am going to do if I won the lottery. What would you do if you won the lottery?

Global finance...
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November 7, 2013 Fun 2 Comments on What Would You Do If You Won The Lottery?

Who Inspires You?

My Dad is my inspiration. He encourages me and helps me. My Dad will use his own experiences to teach me.

Once, when I scored a very low grade on a math test, he told me that all will still be well. When he was in high school, he also scored a really low grade on a test, and his rank was in the hundreds. But with many years of hard work, he slowly but surly increased in knowledge and skill. When he graduated, he was number two in his grade.

I have definitely not been through as much things as he has, and I want to learn from him. My Dad inspires me. Who inspires you?

October 22, 2013 Book Thoughts 5 Comments on Who Inspires You?

In Ten Years

In ten years I see myself in college and going to medical school. I plan on becoming a doctor when I grow up. Even better, I want to become a surgeon. I was always fascinated in the human body since I was little. The human can do so much! I wanted to help heal and cure the sick and hurt. I have never changed my dream job. This is what I see myself as in ten years. What do you see yourself as in ten years?

The Stethoscope
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October 8, 2013 Fun 2 Comments on In Ten Years
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