Reactions to bullys

 If I were to meet a bully in a restaurant , years after they bullied me then my reaction would most likely be an evil stare that melts their soul from the inside out. Most likely, their reaction would either be to act like they forgot and walk away, or they would think that we used to be best friends even when we didn't, because they bullied me in the past. By the way, Ive been working on that stare since second grade!  

Thursday trip

(not a journal)
  Sorry I don't have as many journals as other people might have, I wasn't here on Thursday, the 8th. I was in New York, in the Bronx. We went to Little Italy. It was my first time in New York, so it was pretty exciting for me! So I will try to catch up later.

My Life, or playground equipment?

 Something about my life that I can compare to playground equipment?
Sometimes, I feel like my school days are like one of those really high and fast twisty slides. It goes by fast and a lot of times I want to do it all over again!
  Also, drawing or playing on the computer, maybe even riding my bike reminds me of swings. This is because I love to do those things and my favorite thing to do on a playground is to play on the swings!

My Children's Talking Dog???

                                                                   Scene 7
                                                            The talking dog

Mom: "Ugh, Finally, Miranda and John are asleep. I better make their lunches for tomorrow, 2nd grade is insane! What do they give my poor 7 year old kids that get them to stay up until 11 o'clock at night?"
*pours food into dogs food bowl*

Dog: "FOOD!!! Thank GOODNESS! Those cry babies drive me crazy!" * eats food while mom gets water*

Mom: "Yeah, i kn- wait, did you just talk or am I crazy?"

Dog: "No, you just talked, I was eating this mush that is surprisingly good and called f-ooo-dah, I think." Oh and that accident on the carpet earlier, wasn't me, it was the boy! He's crazy I swear!!"

Mom: *paces back and forth* "Okay, I'm crazy, wait ? Am I? I cant be! Do the kids know you talk?"

Dog: "Pssh, No! Why would I would talk to those beast of yours?"

Mom: "Okay , WHAT DID JOHN DO?"

Dog: "Do we really have to do this again? Oh, and Miranda ain't so sweet either , she may have  a sweet tooth though. She ate ALL of the Christmas cookies and framed me by eating over my bowl so that the crumbs would fall into it."

Mom: What!? *face palm* "Well, I'll Ground them tomorrow, but for now I need to rest Goodnight, "*pets dog*

Dog:" Good luck up there, oh, and watch out for the chew toys up there those kids made a MESS!!"

Mom:" Ugh, Okay."

Dog * evil laugh*











                                                                                                                                      

A memory that I wish dissapered

Well, there's nothing really that I would want to make disappear. This is because everything I do comes to a lesson, like when I walk into things or trip over things I learn to watch where I walk next time. Also when something good happens, I remember to do that again. For an example, taking notes in class becomes a good habit because I remember to do it because it will help me later.