Weekly Post #3

This Week I learned many different things. But one thing stuck. Stir fry.  YUMMM! In foods class on Tuesday, we made the best chicken stir fry in the world. Its white rice, fried chicken, soy sauce, and lots of different veggies. It was so good; I am actually going home to make it for dinner for my family tonight. I loved it. I enjoy all the recipes Mrs. Church finds for our class we have made so many amazing things. So far our class has made chocolate chip cookies, monkey bread, stir fry, brownies, fudge, and no bake cookies. So deliciously tempting, I know. But I know if I keep eating all this yummy food, I am going to gain some major freaking weight.  That is never ever good! It is so hard because I love food; I know we all love food, but I defiantly love it the most. Anyways, back to the real subject, stir fry. If anybody wants some, you know where I live. BHAHAHA just kidding, you can’t have any. I’m going to eat it all by myself. Yupp. Here comes the 500 pounds right back to my butt. We meet again. YIKES!!

Culture!!

In school this week, I learned only one thing. And it was in Mr. Gowans class. We read a story from a book called “Arranged Marriage”.  It talked about the Indian culture, (like the ones from India). I was very interested in the story; it was titled “Clothes”. I found it fun, and it defiantly made me want to get more information on the Indian culture. In India, they have arranged marriages, where the Young woman’s parents pick the husband for her, and the men either choose to accept or deny. In the story the young woman’s friend, has been trying to get a husband for years, but they keep denying her. They say her skin is too dark a color for their liking.  I think the biggest reason I found interest in this culture is because, I got upset finding out that this ladies have to obey what their parents choose, and they basically have no say in anything. Even their marriages. But I wasn’t the only one who got upset while reading it. Comments from the class seemed to be flying too. I defiantly don’t think I could live a life like that, so all my support goes to those ladies.  

Success!

I can’t even believe it. It’s already Friday. I learned so much new interesting things in school this week. Some school related, and some friend related. I would personally rather learn school related things, but for some reason I seem to be everybody’s crying shoulder. I guess I don’t really mind that much, but I find myself never having time to fix my own problems. That always ends up with me having a C average. No Bueno!  This last week, I tried to spend on me, myself, and I. I’m sure you can guess how it ended. I was behind, and very disappointed in what I accomplished, NOTHING!! I have not finished my response paper, or my weekly blog posts. I know I can do better than what I am, why am I just giving up? There is one thing I really want to do in life, and it’s get straight A’s. Why is that so hard for me? I have been struggling since 5^th grade, and I shouldn’t be. I know I am smart. I guess all I can really do to change this, is give it another go next week, because I know I can succeed. Push through.

Patience is A Virtue!

            “Its Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.” That stupid song kept playing in my head, over, and over again plus to make it even worse, it was only Monday morning. The weekend seemed to slide by so slow, but I’m pretty sure I know why. It was because I was so thrilled!

            My very first dance competition was Friday. I was so enthused, Nancy, (my dance instructor), picked me. Out of all 62 girls in my age group, I got picked to compete at nationals. I just couldn’t believe it! Then, BAM!! I was suddenly smacked back to reality when, Mr. Bensons hand slammed hard onto my desk, that unruly detention slip flashing in front of my eyes. I really needed to quit daydreaming in class, it does me no good. “Oh, how I hate Mondays!” that’s all that seemed to flow out of my mouth lately. As I walked into the detention cold, dark detention room, I kept my face pointed down. All I could do was list the ways of how I could make that week pass faster. Should I take a trip to visit Family, and see the great sights of Utah? Nooo! I couldn’t miss anymore school. Thanks to my recent obsession with gorging myself full of watermelon, and getting to full to move, I had already missed too many days.  I could go see granny, but I don’t think my fingers would be able to take anymore of her extreme knitting sessions.

            What seemed like hours past, and it finally hit me. The rock climbing team! If I joined that, it would at least be kept busy for the rest of the week. The rest of the day I wandered around the halls, mostly because I was too zoned out for any other classes. The day seemed to just drag on, and on. When the dismissal bell finally rang, I had just enough time to change into my P.E clothes, and race to the gym. They all were very friendly, and welcomed me with open arms. Before I could begin with actual hands on climbing, they made me read the safety packet. It was huge! The only thing running through my head while I skimmed was “I wonder how many trees they killed to make this stupid book”. Besides that safety stuff only mattered if I was in the club to stay, I was only here till Thursday so I didn’t care too much about it. When I finished skimming, I was allowed to begin climbing. I have to admit I was pretty excited. I got to race Sarah, (she is the leader of the group), to the top of the rock wall. I actually beat her, crazy I know.

            Before I knew it, it was Wednesday night. Plus to add to that the club had planned a trip for Thursday after school to go get some what they called “hands on experience!” I can admit it sounded like a blast to me. From what they explained we were going way up, and were going to get to do it on our own. I know the real reason was because we had nobody volunteer to be chaperones, but I didn’t want to rain on anybody’s parade.  My dreams were sweet that night. School flew by the next day; it felt like the bus trip to get there took longer than the actual school day. I was so eager to get climbing the moment we pulled up; I bolted from my seat out the doors, and almost ran up the mountain. I didn’t even think about safety gear till Sarah had reminded me. Since I didn’t read the safety book, I had to have another member of the club help me put mine on. By that time I was so anxious to go, I was rushing everybody else into theirs. 

            It had only taken us thirty minutes to get everybody done, and ready, but it seemed like forty hundred years.  By the time we got to climb, everybody looked like snails, except me. I was so speedy, jumping from rock to rock. I totally ditched the safety rules. I figured it was Thursday anyways they couldn’t kick me off, when I was quitting anyways.  Sarah hollered my name, and when I looked down I stepped up onto a loose rock. My short sad, very dim life flashed before my eyes, and I knew I was gone. Alright fine, so I didn’t die but I got a really snarly black eye, broke my leg, and snapped my collar bone in half. Awesome right? Well not so much. Nobody can dance on a broken leg even me as stubborn as I am.  Later I had found out while I was running around like a mad person waiting to climb my waist piece became loose, so when I fell, I fell right out of it.  And nobody was on the ground to help break my fall. What selfish people.

            In life patience can be a very good thing to have. If I wouldn’t have been so impatient, first off I would have read the safety booklet. Secondly I wouldn’t have been running around like a chicken with no head. Actually now that I think of it, If I would have been patient to begin with, I would have never had to join the club. Apparently knitting with Granny is always the better choice.