Elana,
It's Leah! I told you I'd do it eventually! Sorry, it's not exactly 4:30!
Bye!

Maybe later

I have too many science, history, geography, and Navi projects to work on. I shouldn't be blogging!

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.


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It seemed like a fun idea as I typed it.

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.

A week full of happiness

The title describes my winter break. Mostly. Okay not the orthodontist. Brr....That one still gives me the creeps. Unfortunately the PT has done nothing funny except write a book called "Be grand". Shall I rehearse it? P.S, it will be in the PT's spelling:

cover
B GRAND
BY PT
ILUUSSTRATTED(illustrated) BY PT
STAPLED BY MOM

page 1
WUT A NIYSE SKY

page 2
MY NAME IS B

page 3
HO NO! THE SKY IS BING BLOWN UP!

page 4 (picture of a man holding a bug)
HAHA! YU R MY BUG NAW

page 5 (man drops bug)
NO!

page 6 (man crying)
WA! MY HAWS HAS BEN SKWISHINATED (sqwishinated) BY THE GRL!

And from that point on, everything else is illegible. Now we have the PT's book "no no no no".


page 1 (a boy and a rabbi are sitting in shul. The boy begins to cry)
MEISHY, (moshe) ARE YU SCARED OF SOMETHING?

page 2 (boys thought bubble shows thief stealing cheese)
NO, NUTHING AT ALL

page 3 (rabbi looks around)
NAW WERE IS MY SIDDUR?

page 4 (moshe sees thief stealing siddur)
NO!

page 5 (thief leaves shul shouting:
HO

page 6 (thief tries to throw siddur in fire)
NO!

page 7 (moshe catches it)
HA I CAGHT IT read as "hmm, I seem to have caught it"

page 8 (thief tries to grab siddur away)
I GOT IT FRST!

page 9 (siddur rips)
HO NO!

page 10 (girl cries)
JESSICA STORTED TO CRY who's Jessica?

page 11 (Jessica jumps up and down)
I NO! (know)

page 12 (Jessica talks to thief)
HAW DO YOU RASE YOUR HAND IN SKOOL?

page 13 (as thief raises his hands, Jessica cuts them off)
HA GOT YOU

page 14 (shows a picture of a newspaper. It reads
LITL FEETH DEFEETED

page 15 (shows Jessica handing something to rabbi)
THE BOOK IS RIPED rabbi answers SO IT IS, EH?

page 16 (shows rabbi patting Jessica and moshe on the head)
JESSICA AND MOSHE, YOU WER A GRAT HELP, AND A BIG MITSVA TOO!

the end.

So that's where they came from

Breaking news everybloody! I've finally got straight from the PT where her imagination comes from. I know what you're all thinking: "WUAT?" Well, last Shabbos we were sitting in the basement looking at a globe, and I asked "PT, where does your imagination come from?" and she looked me in the eye and said:

PT: it's a secret, BUT I can tell you where Yoninica is!

Me (getting excited): where?

PT: (points to random spec of land in the center of the south Atlantic ocean) THERE!

me: uh....where?

PT: see? That's how secret it is!

me: but if Yoninica is an unspeakably small island in the middle of an ocean, how did all those badguys get to it?

PT: they swam! DUH!

me: from where?

PT: Africa! Duh!

me: uh...Where in Africa?

PT: downtown

me: where's downtown Africa?

PT: iguana, isn't it obvious? I mean, everyone knows where downtown Africa is!

me: well, I don't

PT: it's somewhere over here (points to Kenya)

me: no, PT that's Kenya

PT: no no no...I'm not pointing to that! I'm pointing to the 'A' in Africa!

me: (trying to comprehend)

A F R I C A

*down town*

So, if anyone plans on making a trip to Africa, don't forget to visit downtown! and watch out for PT's imaginary enemies.

PT the movie critic

The PT and I were watching a movie called "The Iron Giant" lately. At the end of the movie, the main character is found on a glacier in Greenland. The PT watches this scene and says:

PT: Hey, I know where he is! He's on PLUTO!

iguana: No, actually he's in Greenland, PT.

PT: Huh? Greenland? What planet is that?

Look me in the face and tell me that isn't funny.