Cookies, Eaten or Missing

The Famous Amos cookies that I brought to school for Science, and English were brought in a box. I brought them to Mrs. Brown's classroom after C period, and left it there until it was F period, the class for English. I walked upstairs from Mr. Borras's class slowly, full aware that I had put the cookies there, but I forgot about sharing the vignette booklet. (Good thing I had my vignette in my folder anyways.) We all enjoyed our food and drinks, while reading everyone's vignette books. Soon class ended with a *RINGGGG* from the bell, I asked Mrs. Brown if I could bring the remainder of the cookies back home, and she nodded.

I took them to P.E with my friends, and got changed as usual. We were playing basketball, and again class ended, but this time it wasn't so soon. We all grabbed our bags, and went to where we needed to go—some buses and some cars. When I got onto my tiny-weeny bus, I put one of my bags on it, and the flaps accidentally were pushed in. It was then that I realized, some of the pouches were missing, though I didn't really care they could've asked me for one. I would have probably said yes. So I didn't really mind, and just came home to my mom and brother. At least they helped me a little, if I look at the bright side.

Tests, Quizzes, And Utter Failure!

On Friday I took 2 tests and 1 quiz, right now I'm stressing out in case I have failed them. I'm not so worried about the quiz (because it was for Science) than about the tests. For Geography, I had to guess a few of them because I didn't have the notes on it in my notebook, and for Spanish, let's just say I'm not good in Spanish. That much I'm sure of, but now I feel like if I get a bad grade I'm gonna have it from my dad. I'm afraid I have failed them, if I sucked at them, or if I got a zero! If I get anything less then a "B" it'll strike my chest with a dagger. If I get a "C" then I'll be stabbed in the heart with a sword, if I get a "D" then it'll be like a heart attack! Now if I get an "F" that's going to cause some problems, it'll be like jumping off a cliff, it's like suicide!

I'm stressing out as if my life is hanging on a thin thread, I feel as if I have absolutely no hope anymore, just like Beneatha from The Raisin in the Sun. I feel if I fail these tests, I'll never be able to make it into college or university. I might even become a ghost, my soul might even leave my body, my heart will shrink, and so will my bones. I know that I'm overreacting, and such, but I can't help feeling this way. I've tried to keep my grades steady contently, instead of wiggling like gelatin, but...sometimes its just impossible. Now that I have let out everything I feel much better than when I started, however today is Sunday, and its not my best kind of day. So hopefully I won't totally fail those tests—hopefully it will go well. Now my life is like on a block of golden brick, full of hope, and doubtless.

Computer Hogger

I arrived at home after the long bus trip, near 4 o'clock. Unfortunately my father came out in his under-shirt and with his work pants. (Good thing I was the only one apart from the driver and the monitor.) He waved as they circled at the round-about and past our house once again. I entered to find that my computer was on and running(which meant it was recently used). I wasn't so surprised that my dad had been using it. I soon started to pressure my dad while I was eating a snack to hurry up so that I could use it. I kept bugging him, though I knew that my dad was installing anti-virus softwares.

I slept on a chair as I waited for him to finish, but when I woke up he was STILL using it. I moved upstairs to the master bedroom and laid down. Before I knew it my eyes were shut tight, and I was laying still sleeping. Tears dropped from my eyes for some random reason. ( Sometimes if I have a bad dream tears start dripping.) I walked downstairs to find that my dad was watching television while waiting for the software to install. I walked down after wiping away my tears and started using my computer. I woke up at 7 o'clock, that's 4 hours of my dad using my computer! Whatever, what's done is done, and he was just helping me. So I think I can overlook this error in life. Life is cruel, but that's how it is.

Whatever

I woke up dreadfully, my vision so blurry like the intense heat in the desert, my skin weighing and dragging me down. On a scale of 1-100 I as the 100—the crucial opposite of an energetic person—the dead weight, I was the corpse. I walked to the big bathroom swinging to the right and left through my drowsiness. (I felt like I had just comeback from a round of drinks.) I hopped into the shower hoping it would fill me with the energy I needed, my batteries were needed.

Luckily the shower gave me a bit of energy, but not as much as I had hoped for. I got dressed, brushed my hair, and all the preparing things for school. I became a snail as I went down the stairs after having told my brother it was his turn to shower. I waited downstairs for the bus while watching some shows on the television, until my brother came downstairs. He told me he was going to stay after school today, and I got sad because whenever he stays there sometimes I'm the only one to come around the area I live if Tess's family and another girl in high school don't get on the bus.

Then the bus came like usual and we got on. After school I waited on the bus and my brother came on. I was just thinking in my head "You liar." while I listened to my ipod.

So apparently his excuse was "I said I might stay after school."

I was just like "Yeah right. Whatever." and that was that.

The Big Fat Wound

It all started during field day, when my tribe was playing kickball on the field between the high school building, the elementary building, and the middle school building. It was my turn to kick the ball(after actually getting my turn, because people who already kicked went in front again). The pitcher threw it at me, and I kicked it(though it didn't turn out as I had hoped). It was just in front of me when I was running and I ended up running and ending up at the 3rd base.

Soon someone else kicked, and I was on my way to home base. The other team with their good teamwork threw the ball to one person that was closest to me, and that person caught it. I was running, but he was gaining on me. I couldn't really help getting tagged—or getting pushed—by that person, I know it wasn't his intention of pushing me. So I don't really blame anyone, but the fact is that I got a wound the size of a doorknob. So now, when I bend my knee it hurts, when I keep it straight it hurts. However it is just the way of life, you learn from your mistakes and will make you stronger to experience these things.

You get hurt and you learn, you get hurt and you get stronger. It wasn't a total loss, it was a gain as well.

"God Stephanie!"

The thing that really bugs me and is one of my greatest pet peeves is when people count on you, but you end up messing up. I hate how people call your name like "God Stephanie! Chee, can't you hit the ball?"or maybe something like "If you can't hit the ball don't even try!" It really brings my self-esteem down, way down. Then after my depression I get a dark, misty feeling.

I feel like I want to punch someone, luckily I have a punching bag in my basement. (because my brother gets angry really easily, and takes it out on the punching bag) Even if I rarely use it, when your angry, your angry right? I don't usually wear boxing gloves, because its just inconvenient for me to take it off after having my energy drained.

Also soon after I realize my mistake, I apologize way too much, like if I end up getting out, I say sorry. I don't know why I do it, its just the first thing that comes to mind and just who I am. This is just like yesterday when we were playing soccer in P.E. Someone—who just put my pet peeve in action—unfortunately had to say it aloud.

"Move, move!" He shouted at me aggressively and also went "Ugh!" After that incident, I just wandered around in circles near the corner of the gym, my spirit completely crushed.

Rice is Everywhere

I arrived at home after getting off the bus from school. I slowly brought myself to the door and opened it, leaving it open for my brother (always fussing). I walked in and laid my bags on a chair where the base is cushion and the rest is dark wood. I decided it was time to clean my bag, because I had a hunch something was wrong with it.

I unzipped the biggest pocket and started to dump everything on the couch. Out came all my items—shoe bag, lunch boxes, uniform—onto the couch. Before I knew it, rice came out too. It was everywhere, on my uniform, on my lunch boxes and on my shoe bag. As soon as I realized what had just happened I brought all of my belongings to the kitchen.

I started to vacuum very quickly because if my dad saw this, let's just say he would have a fit. I finished vacuuming shortly and went into the kitchen with my backpack. I brought my backpack on top of the counter and started shaking it to get all the rice out. Suddenly I accidentally knocked over my lunch container (that started this whole ruckus in the first place) and out went the rest of the rice, excluding the turkey slice with it. So I threw it away, and that was that. I have moved on now, not that it would've held me back.