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Loving you is painful. So Die!

Why are putting High School on a pedestal?

Letting this "bitch stole my man" drama cloud your judgment

When truth be told this boy isn't even worth one drop of the perspiration rolling down your forehead

 

Why are putting High School on a pedestal?

Letting these childish labels like jock and nerd mess with your head

When you know they don't control your future

Knowing that one day you might see Johnny begging you for a dollar

And your thinking "Dang, I thought he was gonna be a baller."

 

Why are putting High School on a pedestal?

Your following the head cheerleader so you can get a status boost

While everybody knows in the real world that

Coattail riders have little self worth

 

So why are you putting High School on a pedestal?

Knowing that it’s just a 4 year phase

An obstacle in your way of

Living up to your full potential

 

So dry your tears

Dust yourself off

Stop being a puppet

And just be yourself

 

And realize that everything is gonna be ok

As long as you realize that High School doesn’t last forever

That statuses fade away

And remember to keep High School off that pedestal

Because it’s not even worth looking up to

 

 

 

 

 

This project was really helpful for me. Yes I made some mistakes but I learned so much more spanish did Then I did before doing this Project. It was really fun and really interesting. Like I said thier is a few mistakes in my final product but I believe it was pretty good. I think I will get a B. It's not perfect because I will admitt I procastinate but I think I turned out really well and funny.

When you left my heart fell apart

There was no sunshine, stars - there was no reason to stay alive.

I wish I could go back in time, and tell you everything you meant to me.

There is nothing I can do now, but cry at nights when I close my eyes and see your face. 

I don't know if you were a bad man or not.

All I know is that if I could go back in time, I would spend more time with you.

Well, I guess all I wanted to say is that I'll always love you dad.

Dogs look out for each other.

This weekend I got to see my friend Kirstin, who is a sophmore at Regent University. She and her boyfriend Joel got engaged this fall and this was the first time I'd seen her since. She was telling everybody about how they met- it's the most adorable story ever.
Kirstin had just started her freshman year at college and she went to an "ice cream social" with her friends. They were all standing around talking when this guy walks up, Joel. He knows everybody but Kirstin and gives them all hugs. Kirstin jokingly says, "what, I don't get a hug??" and Joel makes this weird/awkward face and just kind of walks away. Later that evening, Kirstin is in her room and somebody knocks on her door. She opens it up to see Joel standing there. He goes, "Your Phillies suck." She lets him in and they argue for hours and hours. And now they're going to be married. I guess it's not the most glamorous love-at-first-sight type of story but I love it. It's like, he's so shy when he first sees her that he can't even say anything and runs away, but then he can't stand it that he missed his chance so he's going nuts trying to think of any excuse to talk to her and the only thing he can come up with is that she's from Philadelphia, so she must like the Phillies...

So today was my first day back at SLA, and it was quite an interesting welcome back. I currently have an pneumonia, and I had to tell everyone this when they ask why I haven't been in. The reactions I got people vary as I told them when I was out. There was the cautious ones that said " I miss you and I hope you get better from a far." Then there's the others who gave me a hug and wish me a speedy recovery. I don't know what I expected. It went quite well though. I really wish to  get better soon, this ammonia thing is no joke. I just want to be healtjy again. 

Every morning I wake up at 6. It's only a 30 minute commute from my house to school, but I don't like to rush in the morning, so I get up extra early. After I eat my daily slice of bread ( no butter, no jelly, not toasted) and change into my outfit, and do my hair, I then walk out the door around 7:00 and wait for the 5 bus, which comes at 7:05 am. Shortly after my 10 minute bus ride on the 5 I then catch another bus, the 48, which comes at 7:15. This is about a 15-20 minute bus ride and I arrive to school around 7:30-7:40ish. I like arriving at that time because I do most of my homework in the morning at school. I have a very planned out morning schedule, however this if often disturbed by my mom. Who always asks me to wait for her. I want to wait for her, but she always takes so long to get ready, and throws my morning schedule off. I hate that. Despite my schedule being ruined I always wait for her. I used to be pissy by my morning schedule being thrown off by her, but I finally accepted it. I no longer care about my morning schedule being ruined. It took me 3 years to be okay with that, but at least now I am.  I think it's because I know next year there will be no more morning commutes with her and I'm just trying to savor the moment now.

Story of my life...

Six word story:

School. Work. "wanna get lunch?" Loneliness....

i went home, with the same intentions everyday.

knock on the door hard, yell through the mailbox to yell at my brother to let me in, run upstairs, hang my coat in my closet , start up the stupid laptop with the bad battery, and finally TAKE OFF MY TIGHT JEANS.

now on a side note, taking off my jeans is one of my favorite things to do in the world. i literally feel free. i bet both my legs and thighs inhale and exhale as soon as i unbutton.  from 7:30 am to 4:15 i suffocated my legs, and thats exactly how i feel .
after doing the routine, i decided to jump in my moms bed. she makes everything difficult so the reason why i was in her bed in the first place was because she was making me call La salle University.
so im on the phone and the classical music is playing for what feels like 85 minutes , and im remixing it with "buy you a drank" by t-pain , meanwhile my mother is flipping through the channels , debating on whether or not she should watch what she calls " gillys"
(gilmore girls) what a stupid $%@! name right?
 THEN  FINALLY some lady from the admissions office answers the phone.
and my mom burst out with " you stink patricia"
 im like " huh " ,
then i switch to a more curious face and she repeats herself...."you stink little girl,you smell like the outside"

since i was little ive been trying to figure out what the "outside" smells like but i end up pushing my thoughts aside and i get defensive and , say " well you smell like the inside"

she goes on to say i smell like old people, like i haven't washed in a few weeks
now
 for one: she didnt have to bring old people into this because now she offending somebodies grandmom or grandpop that we dont even know.

for two: this is my mother, im 16, and this is usually the talk little 12 year old boys have with there mothers after a sweaty game of some sport

i dont immediately jump in the shower at all, i let whatever smell i was walking around with linger in her room, and seep in her bed since she had so much against the "outside smell"

after a few hours , maybe 2 hours . i jump in the shower and im scrubbin my black knees ALL CRAZAAAAYYY because prom daisy duke season is approaching

im just squirting and squirting this  pink stuff onto my washcloth .  scrubbing and slathering.....i take a second to look at the bottle because it smells so good , and
it reads

"suave strawberry shampoo" -_-

 now i dont know whether to be mad at the fact that i just washed up in shampoo or to be happy that smell like i just used my mothers favorite shampoo to wash my gluteus maximus:)

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I interviewed my Poppop, my Maternal Grandfather. He told me stories of how he crossed many boundaries when he was younger, from learning to cook to becoming intensely religious. 
Warning: This podcast is 20 minutes long.

Escribe en español las palabras entre paréntesis.

   1. (My) …. computadora no funciona.
   2. (My) … mejor amiga está divorciada.
   3. (My) … tenis son negros .
   4. (Our) … escuela es pequeña.
   5. (Our) … clases son fáciles.
   6. (Our) … trabajo es exigente.
   7. (His) … impresora no funciona.
   8. (His) … carpeta es blanca.
   9. (Their) … película es fabulosa.
  10. (Their) … video es interesante.

Escribe en español:

   1. Roberto's dad
   2. Miguel's book
   3. Viet's house
   4. Brent's wife

1) En quizlet, haz "Familiarize" y "SpaceRace." Toma un screenshot de 3 intentos en SpaceRace. (sign in!)

2) Cierto o Falso (¡No publiques tus respuestas! Escribe en una hoja de papel.)

1. Gonzalo es de la clase obrera.
2. Los estado unidos apoyó en el golpe de estado que derrocó el gobierno del Presidente Salvador Allende.
3. El cura es director del colegio donde estudian Machuca y Gonzalo.
4. Bajo la presidencia del General Pinochet, Chile estaba aliado con Cuba y URSS.
5. Los izquierdistas luchaban contra los comunistas.
6. La familia de Gonzalo era de pocos recursos.

3) ¿Estás de acuerdo con el Padre McEnroe (el cura)? ¿Por qué sí? o ¿Por qué no?

1) ¿De qué se trata la película hasta ahora? ¿Dónde y cuándo toma lugar?
La pelicula se trata los ninos en una escuela en Chile. Los ninos ricos va a escuela con los ninos pobres y no llevarse bien, pero Machuca y Gonzalo. Estan Amigos, pero los familias son muy diferentes. Uno es el izquierdista y el otra es momios. 

2) Los dos protagonistas son Machuca y su amigo, Gonzalo. ¿Cómo te relacionas 
Son amigos. Gonzalo no atacó Machuca cuando los ninos pobres se atace. El tambien ayuda machuca durante el quiz y pasar el tiempo con esta familia.

3) Compara tu vida con la de Machuca. Nombre dos similitudes y dos diferencias.

Las vidas son muy diferentes. La familia de gonzalo es la clase alto y son enojado que los curas son comunismos. La familia de machuca es la clase obrera y los gustan el comunismo.

4) ¿Qué observas sobre Chile en la época (the era) cuando toma lugar esta película?

El país es dividen del comunismo. 

5) ¿Qué crees que va a pasar en el siguiente segmento que veremos en la próxima clase?

Pienso que el militar van a participar.

I am still thinking about yesterdays stories, the one's where students stood up and told stories for a few minutes on the topic of "Trust". The winner of yesterday's story telling, Alexis:), her story really touched me. I think she was really brave to stand in front of her class mates and express herself in the way that she did. I also really liked Freda's story; I really feel that she showed allot of who she was threw her story, and I liked that even though I know her, I got to know her a little better.