Uniforms Debate

My school is pushing for uniforms for the next school year. That is my graduating year of high school, and it is going to suck that I will have to celebrate my last year of grade school in ill-fitting khakis and heavy polo shirts.

I really want to fight the issue of uniforms because it is not a necessary evil. It is not going to help behavioral issues. It not going change young boys' mindset of women. It is not going to change boys sagging there pants. You are solving nothing.

Improve test scores, you say? Ha, ha no. Tell me how that can be directly proven. More teachers are obligated to check dress code sacrificing valuable instructional time. I have seen more students in detention due to dress code than without it. I have been in detention one time, throughout my whole school career. That one time was due to not wearing my uniform correctly. Honestly, there is way more pressing issues than uniforms. Administration should have concerned with teachers getting cursed out by students. They should have been more focused on an education no matter what you were wearing. Education should be the main focus not the article of clothing on your body.

Increased attendance, you say? Sorry, but you are sadly mistaken. Uniforms may improve readiness time, but there is a lake of motivation to get up in the morning, in the first place. Students will find no reason to get excited for school. Personally, I would get up early to get ready if I was excited about a new dress I got. I had a sense of self-pride. I had a better body positive image of myself. Uniforms can be depressing. I never felt pretty in an uniform. Schools should encourage body positive not conformity.

Prisons strip identity. Should school do this too? I thoughts schools were supposed to promote
individuality. I thought school was supposed to be a safe place to express yourself. 

No bullying, you say? I'm very sorry to say, but bullying is always going to an issue. Bullying may be reduced, but bullying is always going to be present. People have their insecurities, and they lash out on others that are different. There will always be differences between students. Race. Religion. Culture. Gender. There is always judgmental attitudes. Uniforms are not sheltering your kid from the injustice in the world. I'm sorry for being straight forward. I'm just very passionate with the no uniforms movement.

She went from this...

To this

Helps people in poverty, you say? Parents may not feel obligated to pay for the latest fad in fashion, but what about the latest fad in technology? You have to have the new phone, right? What about name brand shoes? The Nikes? The Jordans? What about the best hair? What about the new makeup fad? There will always be that social competition.




If the administration doesn't change there mind, I'm going to have to spark some creativity into my uniform. Remember that episode of It's so Raven where she decked out her uniform to protest. Technically, she did not break any rules and she still looked fabulous. That's what I'm going to do.






Uniforms provide no benefit. Period. Honestly, I believe they are more of a hassle. My opinion is very basis, I agree. If you would like to comment your personal opinion, I encourage it. I would love to hear your opinion of the debate about uniforms.

I'm fed up with the public education system. Common core to uniforms. Foul play across the board.

College Sales Pitch

I personally think is essential to go to college to pursue my interests. I think to shape the caterer I want in the future, I need a degree. It's about that time in life where I have to start narrowing down the colleges I'm thinking about attending. I have a few universities in mind.

It is hard to narrow down colleges I would want attend due to my indecisiveness. Nothing seems to be the perfect front runner college of choice. Every college seems to be a school when all the extras are stripped away.

They all give you the same sales pitch that drives me insane. It makes me reconsider them after I already crossed them off my list. How do they all persuade you like that? I hate how the clear cut facts are never present during the actual tour. Give me the absolute honest, real-deal, truth. Please.

I want to make the right decision. And I know, there is no perfect school. There is none. Point, blank, period. Every school has their faults, I'm discovering. The thing I have to figure out is what matters to me in a school.

Do I want to go to a school thats a good value for the money? A place with good research opportunities, co-ops, and internships? One with good dorms? One with all the little special details (that unique factor)? One with an extremely active social life? Big campus? big enough to have events? Good town? Close to home?

These our just a few jumbled thoughts in my mind. I have all these questions that I'm asking myself. It's all too much to me.

Some websites that have really helped my search for good universities are the college board websiteand college factual. It is completely free.  However, you must make an account for it to save your results.

They break down the college-picking process and suggest colleges to fit your needs. I think it is a really cool option for those who are interested in the cold, hard facts of a college.

Thank you for reading. See you tomorrow.

Sometimes

If I swearer I would curse this man into oblivion and curse ever decendent of his. I then tell his friends to abandon him and sabotage his very existence. I would encourage people to diminish his creditable so when he begged he wouldn't be forgiven.

I know I am making empty threats and I don't even know this man. It just seems as though his has no morals or principles of any kind. What person would stoop to such ignorance and stupidity. What person would express the incapable of having no manners when you are a perfectly capable person.

Seriously.

I don't mess with me;I will throw empty threats at you and shame your name. I will shun you with my greatest strength. I will do nothing. But write an angry rant...

Bow down to me. I am your lord.

Ok here's what happened:

I was setting up my lawn chair for this baseball game I have been dragged to (yup, its baseball season). So I'm setting up and being the 'nice-to-other-people-but-not-to-our-family-members' family we are we let this guy pass by us. Turns out he thought it was appropriate to smash his face up to the fence--blocking our view. Well, their view because I barely pay attention to these things.

Should I be mad? A little bit. If not mad maybe a little bit confused.

Am I mad? No.

I just...

I just needed something to rant about. This seemed like an occasion.

Moral of the story: learn your baseball park etiquette. Or any etiquette and apply it your life. The world would be a nicer place if everyone knew the unspoken rules of society.

College Search: The Drama

Is it really time to start thinking about college?

This is a debatable topic that many struggle over. And I know I want to go to college but I don't why. I know I'm supposed to. I know the outcome. I know it matters but why does it manner?

Sometimes college looks like a happy place to explore. Other times college looks like another hoop to jump through.

I feel conflicted.

I do, I do want to go to college. I just wish I never if I was ready or not when the opportunity comes in the near future. I hope I'm ready. I wish I didn't doubt myself--not my ability but my commit.

I don't want to waste my time getting a degree that I don't want nor wish to prosper in.

I think my main concern is fear. Fear that I won't enjoy what I do. Fear that I will not like my field.  Fear that something better is out there and I didn't find it.

I know that college is pretty cool but I just want to know if I'm there for the right reasons.

I have been taking various tests determining possible college majors. Most of them end of with engineering and mathematical careers. I looked into engineering as you may know but now I'm second-guessing everything. EVERYTHING.

I am conflicted.

I dunno.

Don't listen to me.

I'm just thinking out loud.

I'll be back with a fun post soon.

Computer Class

Normally when I go to my first class we do tons busy work which doesn't really have any real meaning behind it.


 I guess you can't wish for much when it comes to a computer class that doesn't have up to date computers. It is such a cliche; I find it strangely funny.

I had this brilliant opportunity in computer class a few weeks ago to write about anything I wanted. We could write a short story, poem, or song.

I took this as my chance to truly write what I wanted.  I toggled over ideas that would be labeled as typical: your idol, your high school experience so far, things you like, and even your favorite thing about yourself. Nothing seemed to spark my interest.

I then googled types of poems. I was sure I was going to write a poem. I saw familar poems and some layouts that I tried before. I stumbled upon a poem that uses mostly questions. It was a format that I heard of but never attempted.

Now, I had a layout plan. Then, I thought about things that I questioned.

Finally, I had my poem.  I printed and turned my paper in. I think was awesome and spot on. Simple and sweet. What do you think?

Here's my poem:

Questions

Why am I writing this?

A project?

An assigned paper?

Maybe I actually found a piece of inspiration,

Hidden among the loads of busy work?

Maybe I found a reason to actually try?

Maybe I looked at a goal, and really tried to succeed?

Perhaps I was so tired of the same repetitive nonsense

That I jumped on a chance to be creative?

To write my true thoughts?

To explain my point of view?

Maybe because this is simply what I was told to do?

An assigned paper?

A project?

Why am I writing this?

I wonder what my teacher thought. I should have asked him.

See you in my next post.

Bye.

PSAT

Hey, everyone

Recently I took the PSAT test which standing for the Preliminary Scholastic Assessment Test. It is test made by a the college board. A lot of high school students take each year and some middle school students too. My school campus only allows high school students to take the PSAT though.

 Anyway, the test was such a drag at the beginning because the teacher had to read this endless list of notes about how to fill in the answer sheet which was pretty self-explanatory: your name, ethnicity, and date of birth. The guidance counselors spent a whole hour checking everyone in and explaining the redundant answering sheet.  

I found it very interesting that we had to write and sign a sentence that stated that we weren't in no way going to distribute the test in any form. 

After handling all the pretest obligations we got started right way. Every time I neared the the end of the section I had about five minutes left and then I reviewed my test. Once I was satisfied I closed my booklet and then waited. I didn't want to second guess myself too much so I won't go back a second time and review my test. 

After three long hours since the start we were done. Done. 



I seemed exhausted for no logical reason. I taken many tests before but this test was just so boring. And most tests aren't a problem for me with the boredom issue. I usually am very calm waiting. This time I was just ready to get out there. 

The rest of the day was very relaxing though. It was was an easy day afterwards which was nice. I think the teacher half way wanted to give us a break or didn't want to make a lesson plan for the day. Whatever.

See ya in the next post.

More information on the PSAT if you want to know more about. (it can help you get scholarships)

http://www.collegeboard.com/student/testing/psat/about.html

Disappointed

I'm disappointed. i really wanted to volunteer at the library for my volunteering hours for the National Honors Society but my schedule can't fit with their hours. They basically said they couldn't find an opportunity to match my needs. I have to say I was kind of upset.

That was my number one choice, but sadly it is not meant to be. This is where I would enter the 'everything happens for a reason' cliche. 

I searched and searched this local site for volunteer opportunities. i feel like i'm being too picky with this volunteer stuff. Yes, I should do something where I feel as though I am happy to serve, but I read something earlier about familiarity. 

"You have to be comfortable being uncomfortable."-Jillian Micheals?

Jump into new opportunities and experiences. And that's what I'm going to do with this volunteering thing. 

I might learn something incredible about myself or even learn something incredible about someone else. 

“Familiarity can provide the misguided illusion of understanding. Assume nothing.” -Truth Devour 

I just love my quotes! 

So we'll see what I'll end up doing. And I'll blog all about it. See you soon ladies and gentlemen. 

Communication skills

On Friday, I was staying after school for tutoring. well, I wouldn't call it tutoring. I would call it extra help for this big test coming up about our "Summer reading" book, The Stealth of Nations. You could learn more about my frustrations with this book here and here. I use the term "summer reading" loosely because my teacher's communication skills aren't the best and failed to contact people about the book. In return, he said he would push the test back. This is good thing because I get extra days to study and prep fro the test. He even decided to have studying and tutoring sessions. I didn't  go to the first two thinking that I get the  gist of those chapters. I finally decided to buckle myself down and go to the chapter 9&10 session. I knew for sure that my teacher was going to drop hints and basically give us the answers on the test so I was ready to take notes and everything.

My friend and I  decided to go with me to the tutoring so we both went to the class after the last bell rang. We stalled a little bit but decided to go. We sat down and three other people were in there. We put down our stuff. I pulled out my book all ready to learn. The teacher started talking and said he was tired and didn't want to do the tutoring today. He gave us a fake yawn and everything. We laughed and sat down. He went back to clicking away on his computer.

A few minutes later the three of them left. The teacher was still clicking around on his computer. I pointed to my watch and then to the teacher. My friend shrugged. I asked my teacher if he was serious earlier about no tutoring today. He said yeah, I was serious. Bye.

I stood there shocked out of mind. What does he mean, tutoring is cancelled? I thought he was being sarcastic earlier. He's always sarcastic!You can tell how sarcastic he is because I italicized, underlined, and made "always" bold.


I told him I had my thinking cap on and was ready to learn. All he said in return without looking up from his computer was sorry. He let us sit there for twenty minutes.

The crazy man. He gets on my absolute nerves.

Both our rides weren't going to be there until an hour later so we went to my sister's practice which was boring as usual. I rather not go into detail about that. It's not important to the story.

When practice ended, my friend's ride was there. Our dad still was no where to be found. I called him and he said he was still at work and he would be there in 25 minutes. I didn't really care to hear that. He was supposed to be here already. I reminded him. My sister reminded him. My mom reminded him. By the way, he got there in 28 minutes.

All I did while I waited was roll my eyes and become angrier by the second. I was so mad. Nothing was going as planned.

I guess you could tell everyone's communication skills were just not working that day.

Volunteering!

Recently I found out that I was edible for the National Honor's Society at my high school. I was so happy and proud of myself. I didn't quite know what the National  Honor's Society (NHS) was but I was interested in what it was about. I had no idea when I went to recruiting meeting that NHS had anything to do with volunteering.

I guess I'm just that oblivious about my school's extracurricular activities.

I also didn't know that it was such a big deal either. I guess I should have now based on the "National" part. The principal said it is a great opportunity and we should definitely sign up which translate into you need to get in this club. I been reading a bunch about volunteering. Yeah, it sounds crazy but I have been researching about volunteering instead of getting my butt up and actually volunteering.

My friends and I have been talking about what volunteering projects we are thinking about doing once we get in the NHS. To be honest, we don't have join the NHS to volunteer in our community.

That's why my friends were talking about volunteering together even if we don't all get in the NHS. And hopefully, we do get in.

Inspiration

I haven't written a post in so long, and I missed my writing. To be honest, I haven't had any needs to rant and complain recently. Yup, I pretty much saying I apologize by not apologizing.

I hope you didn't forget about me while I was gone.

I have a ton of things to tell and hopefully I will sit myself down over the weekend and write constantly making up for the time I have lost. I'm sure if I squint hard enough (even though it is very unhealthy habit) I can find inspiration from life to talk to everyone about.

So my post idea for today is about inspiration.

I kind of picked this topic to make me write more. I haven't been writing at all. I basically blamed it on having to go school and spend hours doing homework that I procrastinated over. I think the first rule of inspiration is to...

1.  Find inspiration from your surroundings and what's going on with the world. This is the main contributor to ideas and inspiration.

2. When finding inspiration make sure it is something you are passionate about. (How else are you going to commit to it) In other words, if the idea isn't going to work, it is not going to work right now. I'm not telling you quit but you shouldn't waste time on something that doesn't add up.

3. I found this rule online which is don't drown in inspiration. I think this means that you should have focus and goal. I think I need to work on this one. I have some many ideas and objectives that none of them ever get done.
4. Sometimes you need to start with a clean slate. You should see the numerous drafts that I have and ultimately end of deleting them even though they were some good ideas but I had to do too much sorting to find them.

5. And finally, (cue the drum roll) I think the greatest way to inspire yourself is to inspire others.

That's why I wrote this post. 

I hoped this inspired you to get back to work. 

So annoying

I just got picked up from school and my grandfather zoomed off to the hospital. It wasn't an emergency, no. Just a check up for m grandmother. I don't want to get into that though. Anyway, we zoomed off to sit across frm the hospital to wait in the car. Just to wait until my grandmother comes out from her appointment. It is so annoying I can't seem to grasp the idea of why we have to sit in the steamng hot car just get the call that's she is done.

Now we done this a million times before. Where my grandfather drops her off and sits in the parking garage, some random spot, or drives in endless circles. I just don't get wh he can't drop her off and go back to house and wait until she calls and says she is done or even almost done if she doesn't want to wait for about fifteen minutes. Better yet she could drive herself. She is perfectly capable if doing that. I even questioned them of their methods 'dropping off people' and they never really answer my question.

And I been taught not to question adults too much. My teacher begs to differ. He says asking why is the greatest things to do and society has ruined it by answering with because I said so.

 

Now I'm really mad because not only is hot out here but apparently a mosquito got in here and chewed up my arm I got bite three times on my left arm while I was typing away on he first paragraph. That sucks. I get chewed up so easily. the main reasons why I dislike outside: insects and the weather. 

Moving back on topic, we are still waiting for
my wonderful grandmother to show up and put herself in the passenger seat so we can go over to their house. Today out lucky spot is behind the hospital by a construction zone. My grandfather and brother must look like spectors to the amazing sport of people watching. They pulled out chairs and everything.


Yup, that's not awkward at all.

 We are parked pretty close to the sign that says hard hat zone. And right beside that sign is a port-a-potty: I hate the smell and constant reminder that I have to pee. Nobody even told me that I was getting dragged along to this; I they had I would have been prepared. I quests I'll stop ranting because my granddaddy just said she'll be done in five minutes.

 

summarizing

For one of my school assignments I have to created a summary based on this lecture called the Danger of a Single Story By: Chimamanda Ngozi:


My teacher broke it down a lot. I think he really wants us to grasp every aspect of this lecture and to show us how to take good notes and how to write and effective summary of the whole thing. My teacher, trying to brag and say the assignment wasn't impossible, wrote a three thousand word essay about the twenty minute lecture. I think he was really getting being a show off and those words were from something else. I'm 30% sure.My teacher is crazy I can just imagine him sitting there glued to a screen typing away for no reason. He had no purpose to do that. Then, he made an "edited" version that was 90 words long. I took my main points and notes as guideline along with his 90 word count in mind and got to work. I think I did a pretty fantastic job, I may add.

I was so happy when i finished all my homework that night

It might seem strange but summarizing is really hard for me. I want to explain everything to the person I'm talking to and I only have a limited amount of time to say it so they have a basic understanding of the topic. I have to keep reminding myself that the most interesting thing to me isn't that important from a big-picture point of view.

Here's my summary:

As humans we are not single stories; everyone is an individual and cannot be prejudged by someone else’s side of their story. That person doesn't have that individual’s side of their own narrative. We try to predict, assume, and consume the first information we receive, but we have to understand that we are not always completely right. We have the ability to listen and become aware that it is more than one story. 

What do you think? Doe it make sense if you haven't listened the lecture before hand?

It is totally short (73 words) and every time I look at it I want to add a few more hundred words to it.

I'm going to just leave it alone. Every time I second guess myself in the past, I make it worse and I turn in a big sloppy mess.

My optimistic Day

Before I went to sleep Last night, I told myself that I was going to have a great day tomorrow. Sometimes you just need that extra boost from your self conscious. I work up dreading going to school but cheered myself up with eating a good breakfast and wearing my favorite pair of jeans which is purple (the color of royalty).

Fake it until you make it.

I went to school and had a pretty crappy first period but I had my friends there with me. My second period we had an assembly and somehow I ended up sitting alone. I don't know how that happened. My third class was ok. My lunch was as normal as ever. My fourth class was really good. My sixth class was gym and it was full of giggles ( I'm shocked too). My seventh class was good and I absolutely adore my Spanish teacher. (And no, I didn't skip fifth period. We don't have fifth period on Fridays. The schedule is so strange, I know.)


It seemed like  every class I went to I had a greater determination to have a good day. And it helped me get through the day and actually have some fun.



I had a good day. Not the greatest but it was a nice end to my hectic school week.

And if all else fails...

Gym class? I rather not.

In my school we have this little thing called Physical Education and every time I take it, it sucks. This school year I have Gym all year long. That wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so clumsy and actual hand-eye coordination.

People tell ask me all the time why I hate gym class. I just do. I never really liked or had an interest in team sports. I am not a team kind of person. If I happen to be in a team, I am a team player but if I had my choice I would want to work on my own thing every time.

Back to my story, I heard all these stories about how gym was going to make me so tired and sore. I heard how I was going to be doing circuit training to the max (a series of little workouts. Ex: push ups, sit ups, jumping rope, and jumping jacks).  I was so afraid of this class and this man. I hadn't exercised in about a three weeks so I amused I would be sore in the morning.

The night before I packed my gym clothes and went to sleep thinking that I was going to have an awful time (I had a lot of bad gym experiences in the past Ex. falling in class, sitting out of activities, and awkward dances. The things they made us do).

When it was finally in gym at the end of the day I was freaking out.

The stretching part at the beginning where everyone was standing perfectly apart was very awkward. The coach barked out all these orders and different stretches. When we did our circuit training we didn't stand in one place very long to really 'feel the burn' which was fine but we never really got started.

By the end of it though I was fine. I survived and it wasn't that bad. I think I did pretty well.  I was more in shape than I thought  I was.

I let all those people freak me out for nothing. I had to see and experience it for myself.

Crazy Schedule= More Homework!

Today was my first day of a full day of school. Our first first day of school is a half day. Today was really school school. It was so awful. I realized that the new school schedule is probably going to not work in my favor for most classes. The new schedule allows every class to meet four times a week. Some classes you don't meet on Tuesday or Wednesday or Friday.

Yeah that's great but now I have these short chopping classes. I sit down and the next time I know the bell rings and we are dismissed. It doesn't seem like we have enough quality learning time if we are only in a class for about forty minutes when in the past we had 90 minutes. It is a huge chunk of class time.

I don't know how I'll adjust to these new changes in the school. The teachers are even confused that doesn't make any sense. The teachers (the authority figures) should know what's going on. That's the sad part.

After getting the time-to-time schedule, I had a better understanding about how my days as a sophomore were going to be spent. I was wrong. Everything seems more chaotic and every few seconds we're moving. I feel like we aren't going to get anything accomplished in the classroom so that equals more homework.

Wish me good luck.

Chaos of the First Day of School

I went back to school toady. I can't really tell you much I wasn't ready to go back to school. Every year I have an excuse to not want to go back. The main reason this year was that I had to go back to school earlier than I did last year. Last year, the main reason I didn't want to go back to school was that I was becoming a freshmen and didn't know much about being a high-schooler. I was fresh meat not a freshman.

It is always a reason and probably always will be a reason.

This year I got some tough teachers from what I hear and what my impression from them. I know for a fact that a lot teachers come off tough but they are really nice. This one teacher when he shut the door just started laughing. It was a very creepy laugh too. He was laughing because someone had their phone out trying to "secretly" text. He kind of reminded me of Mr. Crocker from Fairly Odd Parents minus the hunched back and obsession with fairies. The tall skinny legs. The glasses. The haircut. The laugh. The impossible class to ace unless you're AJ which was the guy sitting in the chair by the corner. He stole all the awards last year and left me with zip. 

I also have this other teacher that wants the impossible and strangest things for her class. Why do we need post-it notes and graph paper composition notebook? I'm in Chemistry not math class. Someone please explain. 

Also for some apparent reason these upperclassmen are so superior. I just want to knock  them down a level since I have a ton of classes with all grades. I hope I don't come off as a jerk like other people do to the freshmen. 

A lot of people had their schedules screwed. People had three different 5th periods. How does the school miss that?

Bottom line is the first day of school is chaos. This post is chaos and I'm tired of talking about school for now. Bye. 

True...

I changed my mind.

Hey everyone!

Does anyone remember how I said I wanted to stay in school a few months ago? ell, if you don't remember that's fine I have the post right here. I changed my mind. I don't want to go back just yet. No, no, and NO.
Why did I ever say I wanted to stay in school? What was I thinking?

You'll have to drag me kicking and screaming because at this point in my summer I didn't really do anything that I promised myself that I would do. I told myself that I was going to try to brainstorm and complete my novel's storyline. I was going to blog nonstop like twice a day each day. I wanted to hang out with my friends at least once a week. I wanted to do so much.

Now, I have less than a week before school starts up again.

And what did I mainly do?

Sleep. Eat. Read. Spend endless hours on the internet.

I accomplish bare minimum of my goals.

The strange thing is that even though I did accomplish bare minimum of my goals, I did do some amazing stuff, now that I think about it.

I went to New Oreleans, reached my 100th post, relaxed, went to Holiday World, and yes endless hours on the internet.

In virtual class

I'm in a virtual class right now and  I'm of like 4 people. It really interesting: the concept of virtual class. I always thought this how I would want my class in real life. I don't think so anymore. Yeah I can eat and switch over to my blog and type here.

We are talking about that summer reading book. Yup, the book that I totally dissed. And then turned around and said that I love the author.

My teacher is great (hope my teacher isn't reading this) but he is talker. He is the book Neuwirth. (the rambler). I believe that if you ramble on about something in extreme detail, you are passionate about that topic. And my teacher is highly passionate.
So that's what I was up to for the day.

At the end of the book talk, I felt exhausted. I don't know why. It was actually like I was in class. It kind of disgusted me in a way. It was like how dare you turn my comfy home into some type of learning environment with your face on my screen when I'm supposed to be eating junk food while watching TV.  

Joking aside, my teacher actually helped me understand and have a richer understanding about the book. He's awesome, but I can tell we're going to debate about certain topics.

(Wish me good luck because this teacher actually wants to teach. His class is going to be hard but worth it.)

my test scores

Hey, everyone. You know how  I was freaking out about one end of course test. Well, if you haven't you should check that out before you read about here.

Ok, well when I took the test it like any other test I ever took. I knew it was nothing to freak out about. Well, we got our test scores back the day before the last day of school. I just kind of forgot to tell you guys.

This is how I felt when during exam week and afterwards.
Turns out I had nothing to worry about.

The teacher called everyone up to the desk. I already looked at my grade and stuff online at the computer. She calls us up in alphabetical order. I'm pretty close to the beginning of alphabet since my last name starts with H and all. The teacher is pretty straight forward and says the scores and not really nothing else.

When I hear my score I am happy, but I am kind of disappointed. I got a 91. I am was happy I did better than I thought I did. The reason why I am so disappointed is because I was so close to advanced which is a score of 93.

This close.

I'm still glad though.

Bye. See ya in the next post.

Letter to incoming high school freshmen:

Since today is my last day of my freshmen year of high school I though I would make a letter to future freshmen if they have anxiety towards a new environment and new standards. So here is my letter to the upcoming freshmen class:

Dear incoming freshmen, 

I know you may nervous for a new year I school. Especially seen it is your freshmen year and you might want to change everything about you like a fresh start. High school is a fresh start and this year does count. 

You have heard that there is thing called a GPA and you need a good one to get accepted into college and get scholarships. You need a good GPA. You can't fool around and get into drama (especially for the girls) and fights. I watched too many people this year throw everything away over a guy or they simply hate a person. If you hate a person so much why