July Sixteenth

I complain a lot for a happy person. Everything bothers me. Why is that? Why is it that something has to bother me? Why can't I just grasp my happy feelings and hold on for whatever ride they'll throw me on? No, something always has to bother me. My relative forgot to ask for lemonade in my Starbucks drink, someone wore the same shirt as I did, my cat won't stop meowing, my school assignment is too boring, my friend is too busy to hang out with me, nothing works for me. I don't know why that is.

People bother me, but not in an, " Oh people bother me I hate all people I have to avoid them all grr never go outside curses on humanity" type way. It is more of a, "You, (Insert name here) are bothering me at this moment and I won't forget this no matter how wonderful of a person you turn out to be." There is a girl that a lot of people enjoy and for her sake we will call her her Ellie. Ellie is that girl that teachers adore and adults find to be interesting and everyone wants to know about her because she is a mystery. You see, I'm mutual friends with this Ellie and I hear wonderful things about her but I also hear terrible things about her from people that have Drama with her, so I decided to wait and meet her and judge her then. I had a few encounters with her after that where she was pretty short and cold with me, but I brushed them off and just assumed she was in a bad mood at the time and didn't think anything of it. A close friend of mine, let's call him Jerry, told me that he was talking to her and that she was, "just like you, Sabina!" I didn't believe him, so I checked her out on the Internet. We had very similar interests and career goals and that bothered me to no end. Maybe that is the problem, you know, people that are friends with my friends that are similar to me. It makes sense to have them as friends, but I still don't like it.

I'm honestly happy with most of the things in my life. I think I just have to focus on myself and not think about any of the consequences.

January 24th- Disappointment and Hormones

Have you ever been really disappointed with someone that you feel you are close to? And no matter how much they apologize about what they did, you still cringe when a random memory of the two of you comes to mind? And despite all the effort you put in to it, you can't stop the tears? I know he didn't mean it, but it doesn't mean that I am not still disappointed with him for saying it. I am not stupid. I get this from everybody else, I don't need to hear it from people that I am close to. Especially not you.

Existence

I want to change the world, but that is going to be really hard to do. This world is too big for an insignificant teenage girl to do anything. I won't give up on this. I need to do something. I can't die without at least changing three lives. I only have one life to live, and I can't waste it.

Maybe I should become a teacher or a lawyer like everybody else in my family. I don't think I want that. It would be nice to become a guidance counselor or a school psychologist, but people don't think that I could make a successful career out of that. That shouldn't matter. As long as I can help one child, I will have had a wonderful existence.

Life is short, but it is never pointless. We are all here, so why not take advantage of the few years we have to do something worth while?

Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?

                                                                                                                                              -Bob Marley 

Well, are you? 

January Nineteenth

Today is the day that I realized that everybody leaves. They don't necessarily mean to hurt you when they leave, but they do it nonetheless. I can't do anything to stop them from leaving and I can't do anything to numb the pain so I have to deal with it. That is why I am writing. By the way, don't think anything too unusual is happening because it is just high school graduation. Still, it is a big deal to me. I know that it is about four and a half months away but I can't help but think about it now. My friends are leaving to move on with their lives and get out of our city and start something new and that is great, don't get me wrong, but I wish that I could have more time, ya know? I realized that this time next year, I won't be speaking to my senior friends. Heck, I probably won't be speaking to them this October. If anything, we will "see" each other on Facebook and we will exchange the routine "happy birthday" posts once a year, but that will just make it hurt more. They will have already moved on but I will still be stuck here writing an extended essay and mindlessly taking lecture notes for my World History class.

I have always wanted the ability to manipulate time, but you have no idea how much I need that now. I could blame my mother for conceiving me at the wrong time, I could blame the stupid seniors because they are so perfect and wonderful that I just had to love them, I could blame me for opening up and making friends, but I won't. I just have to accept that I am going to have to go through this and, yeah, it's going to suck. I will probably be sad about this particular class leaving when I start my senior year. I know I will be devastated again when the next class leaves and I will be sad when I leave, too, but I have to deal with it.

I bet they are excited to leave. I know I'll be. I should feel happy for them but I just can't right now. I will be happy eventually. I feel really selfish, but I want them to never leave.  They probably have it even worse than I do with this feeling because they have had the four years to bond with these people and I have only known them a very short while. I am probably overreacting to this, but I don't really care. I knew that high school was going to suck when I got it, but I didn't expect this. They say that you meet really great life long friends in high school, but how am I supposed to believe that when they keep leaving? I really don't want to have to say goodbye.

Time is a fickle friend. Someday I'll get over it.

School!

There are only a few weeks until school starts. I am soo excited! Friends, new friends old friends, fiends you haven't seen since the third grade... I can not wait to see all my friends from my old school and all my friends from Cunningham. I miss them, but I kinda don't. We don't really have a chance to miss each other if we are always talking to each other on the phone which we have done. We figured out a way to use cell phones and do conference calls so its pretty fun. I havent gotten school supplies yet but I am excited to go and get them.
In school, my favorite things to do are E.L.A and orchestra.
I am going to add a thing to my blog that after every post I ask a question. This posts question is: What is your faveorite thing to do in school?

Wow

What a long time it has been since I have written on this blog. Well, I am going back to school on the 16 of August! Yay! I am really excited! I am going to Dutcher Middle School! Im 1 of the 250 new students there. That is really cool. Our schools layout is fantastic, but I am sidetracking.

How was your summer? My summer was ok. I did a lot but it felt like nothing. My grandpa came to visit from Panama which was really fun. I had a sleepover with two of my friends, Ashanti and Odalys. We made a lot of wacky videos, it was really fun. My mom is getting a promethian board for he classroom and i am helping work to clean and prepare. Sometimes my friends come and help too.

This post's question: How was your summer?

HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR!

hi. happ belated new year! happy valentines day!!!

Hi.

I have been a sixth grader for about two months. Mr. Vallerga is the coolest teacher in the history of the world. I know I say that about everyone, but this time it is true. He is SO nice, all my peers and his colleagues loves him. But anyway, we just went to Outdoor Ed. It was awesome! It was in Sonora and is is called Foothill Horizons. (Bring back memories anyone?) We had the time of our lives there. We all had a blast. We learned the true identities of some people, we can now identify trees and we learned how to stand in a freezing river and splashing your face in it. You know what I just thought of? Are people in other schools still your peers even if they don't go to your school, but you still know them? If you know, tell me please. Until next time, BYE!!!

Hatchet - What Would I Do March 2009

Fire. What do I know about fire? I think. Missions, Club Penguin! Paper! I set off some find some stray paper. Down by the lake two things catch my eye. A snake and some newspaper. The only bad thing is that the snake is on the newspaper. Do I know anything about distractions? Loud noises. I find a huge rock and throw it and it makes a loud CRASH! The snake moves swiftly towards the noise and I move as fast as my legs can carry me and I grab the paper. Then I run back home. Home, I think, I call it home now.

I start hammering on the rock after I place the paper on it. The sparks caught on the paper, but it needs something more. Tree bark! I remember reading about tree bark I my How to Survive the Wilderness book. It said to roll tree bark in to a little ball. Outside, I see dead trees with bark hanging off of them. I grab as much of it as I can and put it on the shelter floor. I do this about five times. I feed some to the fire. I have enough to last for a while.

I think about the searchers. People have to be searching for me, right? Maybe they would find me if I moved somewhere different. Tomorrow I will put all of my possessions in my pockets. It’s getting dark and I have not been bitten bye a mosquito. The fire must be like a shield. No worries. I will think about this in the morning. Now, it is time to sleep.

Bye lake, birds, bears, berries. Bye home. I set off for the big hike and I didn’t stop for 1 hour. It is tough work. Then I find an open area and rest for an hour. Off in the distance, about ten miles from here I see a light. I head for it. I run as fast as I can and I am all tired out when I get there. It is a little town! I look around for a pay phone and call my dad. Turns out he is only an hour away. Now all that’s on my mind is The Secret. Is she with him? What are they doing? How will dad react? The Secret.

When dad pulls up he get’s out and starts hugging me. I try to get into the car as soon as I can. “Hey girl! How are you? Are you O.K.? I have been worried sick about you”, says dad. “I am fine.” I say. But you won’t be, I add in my head silently. “Are you hungry?” “Yes, starving”, I say “Pizza?” “Pizza it is” says dad. My insides are getting tighter. I want to throw up. I have butterflies in my stomach. I know what I have to do. “Dad, I do not know how to say this, but I need to tell you something.”

2 days

I am now an official sixth grader!!! On Friday, we had the best time. It was the last day of school! We did not have desks, so we sat on the floor. Amir brought a McDonalds kids meal for everyone. I brought cookies and Angel G. brought cupcakes. I quote "High Cholesterol here I come!" by Angel G. The day before that, my class went to Mr.Aikmans house. It was so cool! He has an endless pool. We played with it and it was very cool! Bye!