I'm proud to say that I'm almost genuinely busy. I've never really meant the true meaning before, and I'm sure I'll be thinking the same thing in High School when I have about three more hours of homework than I do now, have a million clubs, and still want to sleep sometimes.
But I'm happy I'm doing stuff besides school. Piano, youth group, and hopefully soon acapella if that ever gets organized. I liked doing that last year.
I'm excited for art class to maybe start soon. I really hope they make the obvious descion. I really hope they actually choose a teacher.
This is much funner than homework. Even though it is homework. Mrs. W. said I could do this instead of journal. It seems less like an assigned thing that way. It's much faster than writing too.
I really like all my teachers. I always have. There was only one year (second grade) I had a really bad teacher. I hope she's not still teaching becaue she slapped kids and called them stupid, told them to shut up, called them retarded, and even pushed a kid down the stairs once. Uhh. I'm so glad my teachers aren't like that. They're so nice!
I like Ms. A. a lot. And Ms. K, and Ms. W, and all of them! I like it because I feel like I'm being pushed harder already. Which is a really good thing. Instead of the yeah, your kid is learning montessori grades (which I have nothing against for elementary classes), they're doing actual letter grades and percents this year. I think that's really good for me, to see it in numbers and precents instead of 'yes, you did your best' or 'yeah you tried' check marks. But smiley faces and checks and good jobs are still happily accepted and devoured, just so you know.
But yeah.
I'm not sure what to say next. How about some jokes. I've got some good ones. In my opinion anyway. You will most likely think they're stupid.
What do you get when you drop a piano down a mine shaft?
A flat miner.
When do you get when you drop a piano over a military base?
A flat major.
What kind of pants do the Mario brothers wear?
denimdenimdenim.
Why can't Hellen Keller drive?
Because she's DEAD!
What do you get when you throw a grenade in a French bathroom?
Linoleum Blownapart.
What did one snowman say to the other?
Ahh, smells like carrots.
What's blackandwhiteandblackandwhiteandblackandwhiteandblackandwhite?
A penguin rolling down a hill.
What's black and white laughing?
The little penguin who pushed him.
Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?
Because he was DEAD!
Why did the second monkey fall out of the tree?
He was laughing at the first monkey.
Why did the third monkey fall out of the tree?
Peer pressure.
Okay that's enough. For now.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Camping
A while ago now I went camping with girl scouts. It was like two weeks ago. I know, I'm so bad. Sorry.
Anyway it was really good. We stayed in the A-Frames at Cedarledge. I always thought it would be fun to name the different sites at girl scout camp with the fake indian names and such. Kiamecia. Tanda. Ahwenasa.
We did horses and got a tour of the barn and learned how to groom a very pretty horse named Phoenix. All the wranglers are really nice. Fun. The horses are so old and used to the trails you barely have to direct them. Seriously. It was still a really nice time.
So then we went canoeing. It drizzled. Bree (who has her own blog now but I like her fake name so much I'm keeping it) and I basically just paddled out into the middle of the lake and watched the rain fall and make circles because it was really really amazingly beautiful. And not that wet either.
We were supposed to have archery Saturday too but Kiamecia missed their time at one so they stole our time. Everything worked out okay; we got to do it the next morning instead. But. That was not really very nice or fair of them to do that. I was a lot better this time, though. I popped like seven balloons! I also figured out that I shoot better left handed. Which make total sense since I'm left-eyed. Duh.
Overall it was really good. Besides the rude people at Luckystone right across from us and the archery mix-up, it was nearly perfect. The weather, the people (I like the people that were in my cabin; it turned out good), there were like no bugs.
(Bridgett and Bree both wrote about this too, about two weeks ago)
Anyway it was really good. We stayed in the A-Frames at Cedarledge. I always thought it would be fun to name the different sites at girl scout camp with the fake indian names and such. Kiamecia. Tanda. Ahwenasa.
We did horses and got a tour of the barn and learned how to groom a very pretty horse named Phoenix. All the wranglers are really nice. Fun. The horses are so old and used to the trails you barely have to direct them. Seriously. It was still a really nice time.
So then we went canoeing. It drizzled. Bree (who has her own blog now but I like her fake name so much I'm keeping it) and I basically just paddled out into the middle of the lake and watched the rain fall and make circles because it was really really amazingly beautiful. And not that wet either.
We were supposed to have archery Saturday too but Kiamecia missed their time at one so they stole our time. Everything worked out okay; we got to do it the next morning instead. But. That was not really very nice or fair of them to do that. I was a lot better this time, though. I popped like seven balloons! I also figured out that I shoot better left handed. Which make total sense since I'm left-eyed. Duh.
Overall it was really good. Besides the rude people at Luckystone right across from us and the archery mix-up, it was nearly perfect. The weather, the people (I like the people that were in my cabin; it turned out good), there were like no bugs.
(Bridgett and Bree both wrote about this too, about two weeks ago)
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