Elana,
It's Leah! I told you I'd do it eventually! Sorry, it's not exactly 4:30!
Bye!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Maybe later
I have too many science, history, geography, and Navi projects to work on. I shouldn't be blogging!
Friday, February 15, 2008
First Class Lunch Brass
Our class (about 16 girls) has lunch at 12:10 p.m with the seventh grade (about 7 girls) in a lunch room with 10 tables for 10 minutes. That doesn't stop everyone from sitting at thier own table. That's why I made a chart! :)
First Brass; more popular girls; trouble makers: Table one
Us middle class; average students: table four
5th grade; trade table: table six
private table; secrecy tables: table eight
Kindergarden tables; messiest things on earth: table two
So that's about it. I sit at table four with the body of my class. The more popular girls; the trouble makers as some people view them; sit at table one near the microphone. We don't really know why they put that microphone there, but I can guess it's not for 6th graders to play around with. The trade table; or where ever the 5th grade sits; is something that may have bewildered some people. All like: "oh, how could those sweet little children possibly break the rules?!". Well we break them. Most of the time, the trade table is where you will find the beggars, or people who threw away their lunch because they didn't like what their mothers put in it, and go around pleading for scraps of other people's lunches. I, personally, think everyone should make their own lunch, but that's just me. I don't go there often because I'm scared of being mugged. That actually happened once.
I was coming back from the washing room back to table four to eat lunch with my friends. I had expected to trade some crackers for cookies, so I sat down and pulled them out. I saw my friend was near table six, so I went to go get her. It seems she was trading with one of the 5th graders and had just finished. I was almost there when a pint-sized kid snatched the bag of crackers right out of my hand. Then she ran off with them, laughing like a crazy lunitic. I just stood there and watched as she noisly devoured my snack, still shaking with laughter.
Something is wrong with these kids.
So I don't go down there anymore. I still hold a modest trade at table four, but if someone wants me, they'll have to come there. Sometimes we go to table one to trade with the popular kids, but they always have the same foods. The food I believe will one day be American currency: potato chips. If let's say you're playing elimination, and someone tells you to get them in and they'll give you some potato chips, the averege student will accept. I don't take bribes, but I usually don't play elimination either. Bribes can take you a LONG way in the lunchroom, and even give you a seat at table one, but I don't know why you'd want that. All those kids do is make fun of their relatives.
End of post.
It seemed like a fun idea as I typed it.
First Brass; more popular girls; trouble makers: Table one
Us middle class; average students: table four
5th grade; trade table: table six
private table; secrecy tables: table eight
Kindergarden tables; messiest things on earth: table two
So that's about it. I sit at table four with the body of my class. The more popular girls; the trouble makers as some people view them; sit at table one near the microphone. We don't really know why they put that microphone there, but I can guess it's not for 6th graders to play around with. The trade table; or where ever the 5th grade sits; is something that may have bewildered some people. All like: "oh, how could those sweet little children possibly break the rules?!". Well we break them. Most of the time, the trade table is where you will find the beggars, or people who threw away their lunch because they didn't like what their mothers put in it, and go around pleading for scraps of other people's lunches. I, personally, think everyone should make their own lunch, but that's just me. I don't go there often because I'm scared of being mugged. That actually happened once.
I was coming back from the washing room back to table four to eat lunch with my friends. I had expected to trade some crackers for cookies, so I sat down and pulled them out. I saw my friend was near table six, so I went to go get her. It seems she was trading with one of the 5th graders and had just finished. I was almost there when a pint-sized kid snatched the bag of crackers right out of my hand. Then she ran off with them, laughing like a crazy lunitic. I just stood there and watched as she noisly devoured my snack, still shaking with laughter.
Something is wrong with these kids.
So I don't go down there anymore. I still hold a modest trade at table four, but if someone wants me, they'll have to come there. Sometimes we go to table one to trade with the popular kids, but they always have the same foods. The food I believe will one day be American currency: potato chips. If let's say you're playing elimination, and someone tells you to get them in and they'll give you some potato chips, the averege student will accept. I don't take bribes, but I usually don't play elimination either. Bribes can take you a LONG way in the lunchroom, and even give you a seat at table one, but I don't know why you'd want that. All those kids do is make fun of their relatives.
End of post.
It seemed like a fun idea as I typed it.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
The new and completely finished story
When we went to Israel a little while ago, Mrs. B gave me a composision notebook to write down everything I saw and found interesting, But that got pretty boring after a while, so instead I used it to begin writing a little anicdote I started in 3rd grade but never finished, so this time I thought I'd get the whole story. It's called "the chocolate Uranus.". I've still got a few more paragraphs to go, but this is a great story, I chuckle just reading it, although I doubt any readers would, it could be that the things I wrote are only funny to me, but anyway, I hope to get it up soon. But I also might not, it might be too embarresing. It's about a lunitic who lives in the future who decided that aliens live somewhere in the galaxy so he goes to look for them, and ends up taking a wormhole to another galaxy. It's actually the same galaxy, but evreything is made out of food, so they check out Uranus first, but I'm not going to give away the story, because I still don't know if anyone will like it! So if someone wants to hear it, you'll just have to wait a bit for me to finish it. Then I've decided to get it up here in a jiffy.
PS: sorry about any misspellings, the spell check isn't working.
PS: sorry about any misspellings, the spell check isn't working.
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