Since High School started, I’ve made a lot of new friends, lost some, and reconnected with old ones. For example, this year I met Kelly, she’s in my global Ed class. I also met up with Dani; she’s also in that class. These girls are the reason I have a blast in that class. There the type of people to make you laugh and too make my problems seem so distant. Last year I lost a few friends, Siarra and Haley were the main ones. This year we started to talk a lot more. Were back to being best friends again, and I hope it stays that way.
I’ve been to a few SHS activities. I gone to a few football games, I also went to the invisible children movie and the welcome back dance. The freshmen dance was the first event I went to. I’m looking forward to homecoming and everything that’s coming after that.
My hardest class is definitely Japanese. I’m trying my best just to get through the semester. There are so many different things to learn. I’m starting to understand the language better and starting to get better grades. But just because today I don’t completely understand it doesn’t mean tomorrow it won’t click, I just have to get there.
“Party in the USA” by Miley Cyrus is one of the biggest songs out right now. So is “3” by Brittney Spears. My favorite songs are pretty old. “When I’m gone” by Eminem is my favorite song of all. I also really like “Jamie all over” by Mayday Parade. Those are a few years old, but I’ll never get sick of them.
One of the most popular movies out right now has to be Paranormal Activity. Every one of my friends has told me there dragging me to see it...not going to happen. There is no way id could ever sit through a movie like that. I may be a wuss, but that almost always works out in my advantage.
Rumors about high school are so far off, it’s ridiculous. I guess I sort of knew that going in, but I was way more nervous then I needed to be. I heard that the first week of school almost every freshman was going to be put through hell. The first week wasn’t that bad, nothing happened to me or any of my friends. I was shaking I was so nervous the first day, I walked in the school and every nerve went away, I had fun the rest of the day.
Here’s some advice for all you freshman, for the first day of high school, don’t even bother being nervous, it not worth it. You’ll have a great time; this school is fun, if you want it to be. And if you do have a bad day, keep this with you, just because today is a terrible day, doesn’t mean tomorrow won’t be the best day of your life; you just got to get there.
Home coming is tomorrow. The day that some people have been waiting for since the first day of school. At first I wasn’t really excited for homecoming. But my friend got me to realize that homecoming is what you make it. If you got there all quiet and dreading it, It won’t be fun for you, but if you go to have a good time, you’ll have a good time.
If you were an 80’s kid, I’m guessing bright colors and pop music was your fad or trend. A 90’s kid, there were so many to chose from, overalls, snap bracelets, full house, power rangers, and pokemon were your life. For the kids of the 2000’s, it’s the Wii, Xbox and play station. Cell phones also became more popular in the 2000’s. So, I guess you could say, there more of a technology generation.
My first cultural event was the invisible children movie the school played after school. Note to self: don’t see a sad movie in a public place…especially school. It was a great movie, and just happened to move me to tears, scratch that, I sobbed. Im glad I wasn’t the only one though. There wasn’t a dry eye in the place. When the movie was over some of the teachers talked about what he had just saw. With my best friend comforting me, I finally stopped crying. All and all, I had a really good time.
Im looking forward to the dances that are coming. I had an awesome time at homecoming. My friends and I were dancing and being obnoxious. There was no drama, witch I was surprised at. The drama is the reason I hate dances, so I was thankful there was none at all. I’m hoping I have as much fun as I did there.
I had so many funny moments just this school year. The funniest moment that has happened to me this year, happened with my best friend Ryan and I. We were at my locker and he leaned up against the locker next to mine. Unfortunately, I didn’t see him there. I didn’t mean to, but I hit him in the face with the door of my locker. And he had to go back to his fourth hour with a huge red line down his face. I’m a good friend.
There are so many current events. Like the balloon boy, the two pilots that lost their licenses because they flew over there destination, and the new obama bill. One that happened today was that NASA shot a rocket instead of a space shuttle to the moon.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Cluture
American Culture
Being American doesn’t mean you’re white and live in a big city. Being American is so much more. Being American means having your own culture and adapting to everyone else’s around you. When you think of America, what do you think of? Do you think of the land of the free where everyone has a job and lives in a nice home? Or do you think of Baseball, apple pie and cars? Neither are true American cultures. It hurts me to say that Americans are much divided in many ways. We live our own lives hoping to survive and only care for a few people. Most cultures work together to care for everyone in their community. Now, Americans come together, but only when it’s truly needed. The American culture is divided, yet united. Diverse, and yet strangely connected. We’re quiet, and yet loud when someone needs to hear our voice. Were American, but were still so much more.
My culture
My mom’s side of the family is Italian. My Nona on my mom’s side came from Italy after marrying her dead sister’s husband. (It’s messed up, I know) A little while later, my Nana was born. When she was 17, she met my papa. Years later my mom was born. My mom used to tell me stories of when she was little and Nona would cook her all kinds of Italian food and how much she loved it all. When I was born, my Nana and mom would take me to my Nona’s and we would have Italian feasts, my entire family would always be there. I can remember playing around with my cousins Nicole, Pam, and Michael before the food was done. Now that my Nona is gone and my family grew up, I miss it all. I haven’t been to an Italian feast since I was six. My Nona held my family together, and now that she’s gone, all I can do is remember and hope that I’ll see her again someday. I can remember the last time I saw my Nona, even though everyone tells me I was too young to remember. It was November, 2 days after my birthday, I had just turn seven and I remember I was so excited to see her. I walked into the dull yellow room. I saw her, lying on the ugly green bed. She was so sick; her skin had a yellow tint that would make almost anyone tear up. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be seeing her too much anymore. That’s a lot to take in for a seven year old; especially when the person is one of your best friends. Honestly, I don’t remember too much of our conversation after that. The last thing I remember, Is the look on her face when I told her I was leaving. It wasn’t a sad look; it was more of a “you’re going to do great kid” look that your dad gives you before a big game. I guess we both knew, we wouldn’t be together for very much longer. I went home that night and sat on my floor and sobbed praying to god that he would take my friend away. I found out the next morning that my Nona was dead. She was one of my best friends. She’s my guardian angel and everyone’s best friend in the family. She held us together, she was our life. She crated my culture.
Being American doesn’t mean you’re white and live in a big city. Being American is so much more. Being American means having your own culture and adapting to everyone else’s around you. When you think of America, what do you think of? Do you think of the land of the free where everyone has a job and lives in a nice home? Or do you think of Baseball, apple pie and cars? Neither are true American cultures. It hurts me to say that Americans are much divided in many ways. We live our own lives hoping to survive and only care for a few people. Most cultures work together to care for everyone in their community. Now, Americans come together, but only when it’s truly needed. The American culture is divided, yet united. Diverse, and yet strangely connected. We’re quiet, and yet loud when someone needs to hear our voice. Were American, but were still so much more.
My culture
My mom’s side of the family is Italian. My Nona on my mom’s side came from Italy after marrying her dead sister’s husband. (It’s messed up, I know) A little while later, my Nana was born. When she was 17, she met my papa. Years later my mom was born. My mom used to tell me stories of when she was little and Nona would cook her all kinds of Italian food and how much she loved it all. When I was born, my Nana and mom would take me to my Nona’s and we would have Italian feasts, my entire family would always be there. I can remember playing around with my cousins Nicole, Pam, and Michael before the food was done. Now that my Nona is gone and my family grew up, I miss it all. I haven’t been to an Italian feast since I was six. My Nona held my family together, and now that she’s gone, all I can do is remember and hope that I’ll see her again someday. I can remember the last time I saw my Nona, even though everyone tells me I was too young to remember. It was November, 2 days after my birthday, I had just turn seven and I remember I was so excited to see her. I walked into the dull yellow room. I saw her, lying on the ugly green bed. She was so sick; her skin had a yellow tint that would make almost anyone tear up. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be seeing her too much anymore. That’s a lot to take in for a seven year old; especially when the person is one of your best friends. Honestly, I don’t remember too much of our conversation after that. The last thing I remember, Is the look on her face when I told her I was leaving. It wasn’t a sad look; it was more of a “you’re going to do great kid” look that your dad gives you before a big game. I guess we both knew, we wouldn’t be together for very much longer. I went home that night and sat on my floor and sobbed praying to god that he would take my friend away. I found out the next morning that my Nona was dead. She was one of my best friends. She’s my guardian angel and everyone’s best friend in the family. She held us together, she was our life. She crated my culture.
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