Little Dance Jam

On Thursday, May 8, 2008, we had a little dance jam with our community and school. It was long; however, I had a  lot of fun even though my arms were very tired. We had Stephen Blanchett here to help us with the dancing, and we had learned lots of new songs. I felt bad because Stephen sang for almost every group, and had very few rests. Then finally, at the end we had performed for him. It was one of our own songs. I wish that we could dance today, but there is a big problem. Actually, there are two big problems. One is that our drummer and singer, Gary, is going hunting. Two is that the two adults who helped with most of the little dance jam are going shopping, and they are the chaperones or the adults who are supervising everything. So, I guess that we are not going to dance today, but there is always other days. 

How Did I Do?

I wonder how I did on the tests that we took last month. I don't know if I did good, it was alright i guess. I was just dead bored during the testings. I think I did good, but the scores will tell me that pretty soon. Although, I think that I did pretty good, hopefully good enough to pass. I'm not going crazy thinking that I might pass, or might not. I just hope that I did good enough to not have to take it next year. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am a sophomore this year, and maybe a junior next year. Well, I just have to wait and see how I did. 

Hurry UP Summer

If only the school year would hurry up and end already. I know that it is May 1, 2008, and not that many days until school goes out, but everything is slowing down quickly. The school day is so slow that I get bored out of my head. Although, I love the fact that it is almost summer. No classes to attend, just the sun in my face and visiting family and friends. Summer is all about fun, but that fun is feeling far away. If only the school year would hurry up and end already, i can't wait much longer. Summer, just a few more weeks to go.

Wisdom

The best advice I had received was from my mother. She told me that school was important. Good grades do count further into their lives. I learned that kind of the hard way.  When I was younger, i thought that my parents were the smartest people I knew, but i found out that they weren't. I saw that i needed more education but, to be honest, i was a goody two shoes. I did everything i was told, and believed that my parents were smart. Yet, when i went into high school, i noticed that school was becoming a bore towards me. I couldn't concentrate because I was beginning to think that if my parents weren't as smart as i thought, that i shouldn't listen to them. So, i began to choose my own path towards my own life. My grades dropped and found out that i needed those good grades to pass, and get into a good college.  If it weren't for my mom, i would have never known that i should keep up my grades and do my best to live the good life. 

First Firework of the Year

It was New Year's Eve, and I was anxiously waiting near the window to see the first firework go up and celebrate the new year. My eyes full of wonder while my head was predicting on which would be first. Would it be the one that is big and filled with numerous colors? Or the puny fire crackers that pop and fill the night with continuous, vexing pops? No, neither were correct. When the clock struck midnight, I waited hesitantly. Then, out of the darkness, there it was. The first firework of the year. Although, it was not what I was expected. The firework was in average size, with just one glittering color, just one, but still the intensity to find out what would be the first firework of the year was good enough for me. 

Life In The Village

Life in the village is not too bad. The best thing about living here is that everyone knows everyone. You are never "unknown" in a village. Also, the people who live here are almost all related. It is like you are living with your family, but all in different houses(LOL). Well, it is very beautiful during both summers and winters. The grasses are green and the sunsets are spectacular. In the winter, the tundra is a flatland of wonders covered in white like a bedspread. Well, living life in  village is hard to do. There are a lot of chores to be done, and to be honest, there are also a lot of teenagers that can do them. I'm not complaining, but life in this village is awesome!