Well, the final round of the geography bee was yesterday. I lost. (T.T) It's crying. See, the top of the t is closed eyes and--oh bother, you either see it or not. But They gave me the hardest questions and the questions for the championship round was simple: What is the highest elevation in Africa? Answer: Mt. Kilimanjaro. It's so simple, so very simple, that only a child could do it!!!! But not all is bad. I came in 6th place, out of the 734 students in my school. And no, I didn't count the names in the phone book.
Cheese Face out.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Day 4
YAAARRRGGGHH! Everyone hates me!!! Well, not everyone. My friends like me, and so does my mom. But Vase hates me. She hates me more than any other student at my school.
Example 1: Most days, I am 2- 30 seconds late to class. No one care for 30 seconds. 30 minutes, maybe, but who cares about seconds? So she makes me do her after school work like covering books, putting books away, changing Fleas, etc.
Example 2: Yes, someone stole my science book and homework. WHY? Who would want to be me? Actually, who wouldn't want to be me. I have lots of awesomesauce friends, I get good grades, and I'm still alive and not eaten after two lunch detentions. But, one day, I found that my book was missing, and it was no where to be found. I went on an epic journey throughout the school. Nope. No book. And then, just recently someone was so sweet as to steal my super important science math homework. I looked everywhere, no homework.
But I have a hatred for her almost as deep as my hatred for Mr. S.
We had this moon project where we were supposed to track the phases of the moon. I turned mine in and it was all done, unlike 80% of my class, and she gave me a zero. So now in the newfancygradingsystem it says I have an F* when I should have an A.
Crazy old bat.
Cheese Face out.
*I actually have an A in this class, but I meant I have an F for the assignment.
Example 1: Most days, I am 2- 30 seconds late to class. No one care for 30 seconds. 30 minutes, maybe, but who cares about seconds? So she makes me do her after school work like covering books, putting books away, changing Fleas, etc.
Example 2: Yes, someone stole my science book and homework. WHY? Who would want to be me? Actually, who wouldn't want to be me. I have lots of awesomesauce friends, I get good grades, and I'm still alive and not eaten after two lunch detentions. But, one day, I found that my book was missing, and it was no where to be found. I went on an epic journey throughout the school. Nope. No book. And then, just recently someone was so sweet as to steal my super important science math homework. I looked everywhere, no homework.
But I have a hatred for her almost as deep as my hatred for Mr. S.
We had this moon project where we were supposed to track the phases of the moon. I turned mine in and it was all done, unlike 80% of my class, and she gave me a zero. So now in the newfancygradingsystem it says I have an F* when I should have an A.
Crazy old bat.
Cheese Face out.
*I actually have an A in this class, but I meant I have an F for the assignment.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Day 3
Today in Social Studies with Mister E, we went to one of the many computer labs withing my school to work on a Pre-revolutionary Newspaper project. Crazy awesome funz we had. One of the girls convinced Mister E to go on to TooYube and look for the "good music" of today's society. Why air quotes around good music? Because the music of today sucks. Why don't more kids listen to actual music, like the Beatles, They Might Be Giants, Metallica, etc. Most of today's music is just people with very little no talent who sing into the fancy microphone at the Big-Professional-Name Record Company, who then turns the crappy singing of the singer into the auto-tuned perfection, aka: Lady Gaga, Ke$ha, Justin Beaver, and Miley Cyrus, to name a few. Once in a while someone with actual talent comes along, like Taylor Swift. She's pretty good, but I don't like her music, but still, the girl has talent.
But as for the crazy awesome funz, someone beat the school district's ClickSafe thing on TooYube and started playing The Hamster Dance. Then, I Googled They Might Be Giant's Istanbul (Not Constantinople) and played that and got "voted off the island for disrespecting music". How can I disrespect music that's catchy AND good, and I am a fellow musician myself? I love music. I love to sing. I adore my cello. No disrespecting at all. WTC?
Cheese Face out.
But as for the crazy awesome funz, someone beat the school district's ClickSafe thing on TooYube and started playing The Hamster Dance. Then, I Googled They Might Be Giant's Istanbul (Not Constantinople) and played that and got "voted off the island for disrespecting music". How can I disrespect music that's catchy AND good, and I am a fellow musician myself? I love music. I love to sing. I adore my cello. No disrespecting at all. WTC?
Cheese Face out.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Day 2
Well, it's our first day of the new quarter and today I wore my awesome lace gloves I bought over the break at the mall. Theys so awesome. Glove. Glove. It's like Charlie the Unicorn: "Glub-a, glub-a; glub-a, glub-a." Glove. But the Jerks are always there to ruin my day, but their attempt was feeble and I'm pretty sure I ruined theirs. Here's what happened in Art today:
Spazzy McGee: What kind of gloves are those
Me: Gloves of psychic energy keeping me from killing the world.
Spazzy: Really?
Me: NO!
Irkus: Those gloves are illegal in like 3 states.
Me: You're illegal in three states. I got these gloves at Hot Topic, if you absolutely must know.
GaGa (she's OK, I guess, but she's obsessed with Lady GaGa): Are you Emo.
Me: Yes.
GaGa: REALLY?!
Me: No! I just really liked the gloves so I bought them.
Oh, I love snarky, sarcastic comments.
Cheese Face out.
Spazzy McGee: What kind of gloves are those
Me: Gloves of psychic energy keeping me from killing the world.
Spazzy: Really?
Me: NO!
Irkus: Those gloves are illegal in like 3 states.
Me: You're illegal in three states. I got these gloves at Hot Topic, if you absolutely must know.
GaGa (she's OK, I guess, but she's obsessed with Lady GaGa): Are you Emo.
Me: Yes.
GaGa: REALLY?!
Me: No! I just really liked the gloves so I bought them.
Oh, I love snarky, sarcastic comments.
Cheese Face out.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Day 1 of New Year
Hey there. I guess I've been slacking on the whole "Daily" thing. But not to fear! School has started and now I have had plenty of time to make my observations of my newest teachers.
Mrs. Vase-- A horrible, fairly aged, woman who cares more about her insipid, diaper-wearing, rodent, which she calls a "gerbil", than the fact that all the good little boys and girls in her class are dead 'cuz she ate them. Well, maybe not all of them. I mean, Emma and I are still here, so...
She teaches science.
Mrs. N.-- Mrs. N. is really nice. She cares about her students, and she even brought in a monarch caterpillar so we could watch it turn into a butterfly. The only thing I don't like about her class is time moves vvvvvvveeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrryyyyy slowly. The sound of her voice almost puts me to sleep. But, like I said, she's nice. She's my English teach'.
Mister E-- Mister E is the coolest social studies teacher I've ever had. We watch interesting videos, do crazy activities and all sorts of fun-o-mo stuff. Yep, this class is easily my favorite class this year.
Mrs. Art-- Is my art teacher. Eh, she's OK. But she doesn't let you talk very much, unlike the art teacher last year, who was AWESOME!
Mr. E-- Mr. E. is my P.E/health teach'. I don't like him. He's kinda mean/strict, and lacks a sense of humor, like my lil' sis. I think he's either a robot or an alien. He also looks like a creepy Homer Simpson. Ech.
Mr. S.-- is the worst teacher ever. He's mean, and he ruined my life last year. I hate him, with a hatred so deep, it feels like a million suns dying right in front of me while riding on the back of a wild tiger through the eye of a hurricane. I better warn the newbies what their in for. *runs to the phone book*
Mr. Math-- He's coolio. Mr. Math doesn't give a lotta homeworks so that's always a plus. And we get to play fun games some of the times.
Cheese Face Out.
Mrs. Vase-- A horrible, fairly aged, woman who cares more about her insipid, diaper-wearing, rodent, which she calls a "gerbil", than the fact that all the good little boys and girls in her class are dead 'cuz she ate them. Well, maybe not all of them. I mean, Emma and I are still here, so...
She teaches science.
Mrs. N.-- Mrs. N. is really nice. She cares about her students, and she even brought in a monarch caterpillar so we could watch it turn into a butterfly. The only thing I don't like about her class is time moves vvvvvvveeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrryyyyy slowly. The sound of her voice almost puts me to sleep. But, like I said, she's nice. She's my English teach'.
Mister E-- Mister E is the coolest social studies teacher I've ever had. We watch interesting videos, do crazy activities and all sorts of fun-o-mo stuff. Yep, this class is easily my favorite class this year.
Mrs. Art-- Is my art teacher. Eh, she's OK. But she doesn't let you talk very much, unlike the art teacher last year, who was AWESOME!
Mr. E-- Mr. E. is my P.E/health teach'. I don't like him. He's kinda mean/strict, and lacks a sense of humor, like my lil' sis. I think he's either a robot or an alien. He also looks like a creepy Homer Simpson. Ech.
Mr. S.-- is the worst teacher ever. He's mean, and he ruined my life last year. I hate him, with a hatred so deep, it feels like a million suns dying right in front of me while riding on the back of a wild tiger through the eye of a hurricane. I better warn the newbies what their in for. *runs to the phone book*
Mr. Math-- He's coolio. Mr. Math doesn't give a lotta homeworks so that's always a plus. And we get to play fun games some of the times.
Cheese Face Out.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Day 11
School's out for the summer. No Irkus, Sooser, or the twins (who aren't REALLY twins) K. and J.
I will be back to blog in about a month 'cuz that;s when I go to my grandparents' house and blog from a super-fancy laptop about the day's adventures. And then School starts a month later sooo...
later.
Cheese Face out.
I will be back to blog in about a month 'cuz that;s when I go to my grandparents' house and blog from a super-fancy laptop about the day's adventures. And then School starts a month later sooo...
later.
Cheese Face out.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Day 10
Today we played Ultimate... Yes just Ultimate. It was Gym class OK?!? But we had to use this thing called a I don't even remember what it was called, cuz I'd be like that, what-cha: Huh?
But my team dominated the first round. We were the red team, which is good because red is my favorite color. But on the second round we were up against the Green team and they were like undefeated or something, man I don't know.
Nothing else, OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT! I passed my scale today. Not something I usually blog about, but I guess...
I need help.
Cheese Face out.
But my team dominated the first round. We were the red team, which is good because red is my favorite color. But on the second round we were up against the Green team and they were like undefeated or something, man I don't know.
Nothing else, OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT! I passed my scale today. Not something I usually blog about, but I guess...
I need help.
Cheese Face out.
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