My First "F"

Oh, goodness. Today I had history; the worst class in the entire universe of classes. A couple weeks ago we had to write a 4 page essay about how The Enlightenment figures influenced our founding fathers and crap like that (and please tell me. How am I supposed to do that?). I spent thirteen and a half (THIRTEEN AND A HALF!) hours researching, drafting, writing, editing (and no, this is not an english class) and so on. Today we got our papers back. My teacher grades our essays out of ten points total and I was thinking I would get maybe a 6 (I guess I was being optimistic) or something like that. I looked at my paper and on it was a big, fat, red "F" on my paper. I looked to see what I got out of ten points and she gave me a 0. A ZERO!!!!!!!! Seriously, if a student actually tries you should give them at least some points! But oh no. My teacher doesn't grade that way. I spent thirteen and a half hours of nonsense just to get a zero on it? Lame! This is the first "F" I have ever gotten on any assignment in my life. I decided to post my shame to the world so I would be more encouraged to work harder on my assignments from now on. I still think I should have gotten at least one point for effort though. How. Freakin. Gay.

Warheads

My friend's absolute favorite candies are warheads. Last night we celebrated her sweet 16 and she threw a little party. One of the games she wanted to play she left open for everybody to choose if they wanted to participate or not. For the game we would have to put sixteen (her age) warheads in our mouth at one time and see if we could last and keep them in without throwing up. From that description, it sounds like a crude game. I can't believe I actually tried it. Note to self: NEVER try it again!! There were six of us that took up the challenge and we all crowded around the island in the kitchen with three puking bowls between us. We all started and I was the first to give up. I was only able to put 13 into my mouth and then it started to taste so gross! I tried to last a little longer, but I decided to just spit them out. Then three other friends shortly followed me. There were two girls left in the game, one with sixteen in her mouth, the other with eighteen. They amazingly lasted the whole time and ate every single one of them without vomiting. It was so disgusting! What a weird way to remember a birthday!

Poems. EW!!!!

In english we started our poem unit. Honestly, who writes poems? The people that actually enjoy writing poems do it because they aren't good at anything else. Well, maybe that was a little harsh. Very harsh. But it's generally true. I personally don't mind reading poems because some can be okay. But writing them is just absurd. So at the moment we are writing WWII and photograph poems. For both of them we bring in a picture (for the WWII poem a picture from WWII, for the photograph poem we just bring in any picture from home) and write a poem about them. Wheeeee. So I randomly grabbed a photo from my pile (it's a pretty big pile) and brought it to school. The picture is of me and Chrissie (I would put the picture on my blog, but my ancient scanner isn't working. Sigh) about 8 or so years ago. I was holding Chrissie's hand and we were slowly approaching a little dog (she was terrified of dogs) . Since I am not good at writing poems, I asked my friend if she could write it for me. She actually agreed! So I decided to post it just for her:

Mincing delicately across the grass,
The dark plant soft underfoot.
Urging onward the little lass,
For just another foot.

The visitor not far beyond,
Sniffing the soft grass below.
The little girl not quite so fond,
And afraid to say, "Hello".

It is still a work in progress (especially considering that she did this in 10 minutes!), but I am so glad she wrote it for me! She is such a lifesaver!

WHAT'S THE POINT?!

For the past while I have only been writing posts here and there whenever I'm bored. But now I am going to say my reason why. What is the point of it? None of my friends thought it would be fun to have a blog so I'm all alone in that aspect (yippee). None of my friends read my blog, so again, what's the point (great friends, eh?)? Yes, maybe my sister every once in a while reads my stupid and insignificant posts, but none of what I say is new to her. Since nobody reads my blog, I am basically talking to myself when I post things up. In fact, I have no idea why I am writing this one if nobody is going to read it. Hmmmm.... Anyway, I'm not sure if I should cancel my blog or if I should just continue to rant and ramble about whatever comes to mind. Oh, well. I will decide later when I have the time

68 days until Christmas!

This year I am starting my countdown a little late. I normally start at 100 days until Christmas, but this year flew by so fast I didn't even realize the joyous holiday is almost upon us. 68 days. Ahhhhh.... I love the end of the year. Thanksgiving and Christmas are my favorite holidays. For Thanksgiving it is tradition that we all go to Utah and gorge on our huge dinner with our extended family. For Christmas we stay in Idaho and my immediate family comes to us. This is one of my favorite holidays because everybody is so HAPPY! Even I am happy (which according to my friends, is a rare thing. Though I strongly question it). I also love winter; winter is my favorite season. I'm not a big fan of snow (I love to watch it falling, but I hate it once it's on the ground), but I love the cold. Out of the whole year, the ending is definitely the best!