P.E.'s Favorite Game: Dodgeball

I have fitness first period every morning and today was somewhat relaxed. We went to the weight room for twenty minutes and then we went back downstairs to the main gym. There my teachers put a huge bag of balls in the center of the grizzly head (yes, our mascot is the grizzlies. Sigh.) for us to play dodgeball and separated us into girls and boys. In my class there are about 15 girls and 30 boys. Yet my teachers didn't even them out at all. I personally hate dodgeball. It is basically just a mini version of war. Why would we want to replay those tragic events? Anyways, back to the story. We started playing and of course the girls were losing by far within the first minute. When about half of the girls were in the "jail" one of my coaches told the rest of us that were still in the game (including me) to move up further. We took about one step and called it good. I didn't have a ball and a boy from the other team walked right up to me. I was thinking he would just touch the ball to my shoulder or just toss it at me. No, he decided something different. He thought it would be funny if he chucked the ball at my head. It hit a bobby pin on my head (which made it feel worse) and all day I have had an awful headache. To make matters worse, I had Biology today. And that means I had to sit right in front of my teacher which I can smell a mile away. His stink didn't help my headache at all. I hate school.

Teresa Ehrler

We will be getting a foreign exchange student in January and her name is Teresa Ehrler. She is my age and will be going to the same school as me, and hopefully have some of the same classes as me. She is from Germany and I am so excited to meet her! Just from her e-mails to me I can tell she is a wonderful person. Well today a friend and I were walking from our last class of the day to the stairs. An idea suddenly popped into her head and she was excited to share it with me. She said, "Becca! You should invite Teresa to participate in the Dance Festival (a church dance thing) with us!" In one of her recent e-mails, Teresa said she wanted so much to learn American culture and more about my religion. I think this is one of the most Americanish Mormonish things she could possibly do. At least in Meridian. I hope she wants to do it with me though. If not, it's totally her choice.

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!