Archive for August, 2009

The First Day of Seventh Grade!

Yesterday was the first day of the new school year! With new friends and teachers as well as old friends from years before, this year is one that I am sure will be filled with more fun and more challenges.

Before class, I met with many of my friends on the way to their classes. We shared our schedules, and compared our classes. Though some had almost identical teachers and classes, some were remotely different than my schedule. I also chatted to them about our wonderful summer vacations. While they explained their cruise to Alaska or their backpacking trip to Oregon, I talked about camping on Mt. Diablo and the wonderful Grandparents that I have who was coming for a couple months from China. It was one of those times when you wish that you were them, yet you know that they are wishing it to you as well.

Then, as the bell rung and school started, I saw more and more friends. During each class, I saw friends from fifth, sixth, and even a new friend that I had acquainted on that day. Meeting teachers was fun too. I first had Core (English+Social Studies) with Mrs. Linton. Everyone said that she was a real pain in the neck, and but I thought that she was okay, just a little outward. She would meet everyone at the beginning of the day with a super smile, showing every single one of her pearly whites. Then after introducing herself, she let us work together in small groups to create a political map of the world to get to know each other better. After laughs and lots of trying out different continent positions, the Five Minute Bell rang and I packed up, walking out the door.

My Science teacher was considered “The Pain” by almost everyone I had met. In fact the first bunch of words that rolled off her tounge when she approached the classroom was, “Get on the Wall and line up QUIETLY right NOW!!” She had such a loud voice! And while she murmured to herself while everyone filed in to the class along the back wall as she had ordered, I got a worse and worse impression of her. She gave a very long speech explaining how she was naturally LOUD and how she was going to be a little bit more STRICT than the other teachers, but I still felt that she might be a little better along the year. Anyways, a class of thirty could be a pretty hard time for one teacher.

Pre-algebra 7 was great though, an awesome ending to an awesome day. My teacher was Mrs. Torkelson, very fun and super nice. She explained the class, and appeared to be a prolific artist, with great stick-figures to entertain us during the extra time that the class gave. With a couple of laughs and a great deal of clapping, I left WCI with a very good feeling.

WCI will always be a place fo effort and challenge, though also fun and entertaining. I will strive to be my best and BE AWESOME!



In my house, there lies a 20-gallon fishtank. And in the 20-gallon fishtank there lives three fishies. Yay fishies! As the fish flip and turn and actively swim, three humans walk near the fishtank.
A small female says: “Hi, Golfish Fireball! He’s so cute, isn’t he, David?”
A medium-sized male, David, responds, “I think the Koi, Tiger, is cuter.”
Then, the large female says: “Emily, David, they are all cute, both the Goldfish Fireball, the Goldfish Sunset, and the Koi Tiger are all cute. Now, it is time to feed them!”

Little flakes fall from a hand, and the fish spring into action. Fireball and Sunset swim immediately to the top of the tank, as Tiger stays on the floor, a natural bottom-feeder.
“Wow, I still think that the bold solid orange of Fireball is beautiful!”, says Emily.
“But Tiger’s kaledioscope of gold, black, yellow and orange is truly amazing!”, says David.
“What’s kaledio-”
“Everybody! Stop fighting! The bold orange of Fireball, and the Half-and-half orange and white of Sunset, and the colors of Tiger are all equally lustrous!” says the Large Female Human, Mom.

“Do you remember when we bought our fish? We almost couldn’t buy Tiger because the salesman insisted that Koi are for ponds! Of course, we’ll be feeding it to the cat as food if like that!”
“But why?”
“Do you know how big they will be when they grow up? A foot, at least! They won’t even have turning space!”
“Well, okay. Because I was thinking of having a tank full of goldfish. Maybe not.”

“It’s time to go swimming, so peel your eyes of the fish and put them on the equipment!”

As the humans walk away, the fish let out a deep sigh, and once again, take out the balloons, stereo, and confetti to resume their party.


The English Language

A funny little email that someone sent to me:

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let’s face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing,
grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop?



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12 years old!

I am finally 12 years old! After many months (12, to be exact) of being 11 years old and undergoing many ridiculations of people who stood tall above me, I now have the ability to grow into the 12-year-old stature and become a likeness of those who once I considered giants. And while they grow taller, as I, I will eat and exersize and sleep and do anything it takes to grow taller and bigger and stronger than those heedless monsteres towering above. Beware!

And certainly the wisdom and knowledge. With age comes wisdom, so I must be sure to read and learn and let my brain GROW and GROW just as fast as my body, so I will alter the annoying A-
’s and make them A’s. To do that, I must listen to the teacher and learn the homework and do whatever I can do, use my highest effort.

The particular day was important, too, because I only get have them for (1/365.25) of my life, and this one was quite a bit more special, mainly because of the fact that my grandparents came from all the way to CHINA to witness it. They added quite a punch to the spectacular day. I also watched a fantastic movie, one that attracted even more people than Harry Potter, G-FORCE. IT was a very happy and laughable day and the story will stay on this blog until the blog is closed, which I hope won’t ever be.

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