Sunday, February 14, 2016

Independent Writing Piece

     During the past couple of weeks, in Language Arts, we have each been working on our independent writing pieces. We have been required to enter our writing in a contest for either the Public Library or a local bookstore. The limit of pages was ten for the Library, and two pages for the bookstore writing piece. They did have a chosen topic for the bookstore, so me liking to make something original out of something simple, so I decided to choose the bookstore topic.

     The topic for the bookstore was "A funny thing happened on the way to the bookstore." I for sure did not take that topic literally, because my story was not very funny. My story was about a girl who had been waiting for a long time to meet her favorite author at the book store. She was very disappointed when the visit from the author had been canceled! She, in a very upset mood, rode home. On her way home she saw somebody she thought she recognized from somewhere, but she didn't know where! It did take her a few seconds, but she finally realized that that was the author of her book! She was very surprised, but also very confused. She didn't know why he was there, or what he was doing! And for the sake of spoiling the ending, that is all I will say. 

     I had a lot of fun writing this piece. And even though it was required, I would have done it on my own if I had had the option. It was a shorter process then I had thought, and I will definitely be writing more after this. I hope this will not be our last writing project. Even though I wish I could have made my ending like four pages longer, I am still proud of the work that I finished.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Oregonian At Heart

     So one thing you may not have realized because you probably did not read my last few blogs, is that I am from Oregon! Yes, I have moved many times, but all have turned out well. I have been through a lot of things but by far moving has been the hardest. With the cars, friends, family, dogs and much more it was definitely an experience I will never forget.

       When moving, by far the hardest part was leaving my friends and family in Oregon. Since I had lived there since I was 9 years old, I had made a lot of memories when I was there. When I lived in Oregon, my best friends name was Jane. We did everything together, and even though we had not gone to the same school, we were still just as close. I met Jane when I was about 5 weeks old, and we nor our moms, were ever any less close then we had ever been even when I moved.

     Again, another thing that was very hard about moving was leaving my close family. We lived less then 30 minutes away from every one of them, and we would visit them very often. I did often become depressed when we had left because I knew that my other cousins were very close with my grandmother and grandfather, and I had been jealous that they would get to continuously get to see my grandparents and I was afraid that we would lose our close relationship that we had. This had been a genuine fear of mine that I have with all of my family members to this day. Family is hard to leave, but I have learned that no matter how far, there is always love between family.

     As I stated in a former blog, along with the topic of my family, one of the hardest family traditions to leave was Christmas with my family. Ever since I was born it was always a family tradition to get together on Christmas day, exchange presents, eat meals, and much more. We would come together in the living room and just hang out, talk, and enjoy each others presence. It was the highlight of my year and was very hard to let go of when we left.

     2012, when I was 9 years old was when we officially left Oregon. I was devastated at first, but then made myself believe that this was a new beginning. Next in my life would come Arizona. This was a short chapter in my life, we only stayed there for about a year. For me it was very difficult to adjust to Arizona. I did not make friends very easily, and the ones I did make I figured were not long term. The friends I did make, were very nice and supportive, and as well as being good for my adjustment, were also good for my parents adjustment. They were very good friends with their parents and would always hang out together. It did take me a little while to get close with my friends, but of course, when I did start to enjoy it there, I got the notice that we were moving yet again.

     Now, the first time that I moved, I was stressed, upset, and I did not know what to do. But this time around, I had figured out how to handle the move. By handle the move I mean how to not react as significantly. I was not as upset about leaving Arizona because I had honestly not enjoyed it very much, but the mood changed when I realized we would be taking a 2,000 mile drive to New York instead of flying.

     Normally, this would be an exciting opportunity, a chance to bond with the family, or have a good time. But it was different for me, mostly because I get extremely car sick. Very easily. So as you could tell, this was not as enjoyable as it could be. For the first few days it was okay because I was not really doing anything, and we were just eating mainly Subway, but then death was upon us because I started doing math homework in the car , and that never ends well. So as you can probably guess, I got pretty carsick. So that was fun.

     Now, this entire time, I have been talking about all of the negative parts, but some parts of the car ride were pretty enjoyable for me. We got to stay in many hotels with very good breakfast and as I mentioned before, we got subway. At this point I was just hoping the car would go slower so I wouldn't have to start my new school. It was to the point where I was counting down the seconds because I was dreading this state so much. We were very close to getting there so I was just sleeping in the car, trying to prepare myself for this new school, with new teachers, and new kids.

     Oh no, this was it, my first day at my new school. It was 7:30, and I was about to get on the bus with my sister. The bus arrived and I got on, not knowing where to sit, so I sat in the first row with my sister. When we arrived at the school, my only indication of where my classroom was, was that the lockers were blue. I had been told that the teacher would be waiting outside her door, so I looked around and I saw her wave at me, I then shyly walked in the room and took a seat. My first day was probably the most stressful day of my life. I was very nervous and when it came to math class, I was very excited on the inside because math was my favorite subject. I had known all of the answers but I felt so out of place there that I didn't raise my hand for anything.

     As the days went on in class I get more confident with my answers and became more happy there in general. Overall, and up until now, I have learned that now matter what the barriers, if you just keep holding on, and never lose hope, then anything can happen.