On Our Way…

Sofy:

We have come to a very important decision. Ms. Coggio, today in English class, had a talk with some of us about blogs. This whole confusion started with Renato’s blog’s name thing, which led to people, including us, leaving rude, insulting comments to each other. We have all already appologized, but again here I am, saying sorry once again, because we know that the things that were being written here were mean and hurtful.

I’m sorry Renato, for making such a big deal out of something like that, and you know that we were just very upset because anything to do with our friendship is very important to us, even when it might be immature to others. But that’s no excuse for the things I said to you. And I’m sorry Ms.Coggio, for making you feel the way you did. Like I said in class, I’d never thought of it that way, and I know that I would feel SO incredibly guilty if you got in trouble because of us. I’m lucky to have you as my teacher. Any other person would have gotten us into trouble with Davi or something, but you talked to us and worked things out. That’s why you’re so great, Ms.C. You understand us and give us a chance to explain our side of the situation. You know that we not only consider you a teacher, we consider you a friend. So I’m sorry.

Well, our little talk with Ms.C made us realize that maybe this blog thing wasn’t working that well. First of all, this was supposed to be Cary’s, Alvy’s, and my blog, but now Cary isn’t writing anymore. Also, we were writing about some things we shouldn’t be writing about and causing fights. So our conclusion was that we shouldn’t write anymore. In this blog, anyway.

As you people know, I want to be a writer when I grow up, and I absolutely LOVE writing. But the way I like to write is when I’m not being careful about everything, afraid that someone will read it. In the beginning, I told Cary I didn’t want to tell people the adress of our blog. She convinced me in the end, anyway. I write more freely (if that’s a word) when I don’t have to be thinking “Oooh, that teacher might read it” or anything like that. So this is all for the best.

Alvy:

As Sofy said, we will no longer be writing. We felt very embarassed in our meeting with Ms. Coggio. After that meeting, I asked Sofy if she really wanted to continue this blog thing and we decided it’s not worth it. We aren’t really getting anywhere with our blog, who wants to know about the lives of sentimental 7th graders who only care about themselves anyway? We also decided that deleting the blog would be too extreme, therefore, we will leave it up here for people to see our memoirs since the time we made it until the time of the fight (And the post of the fight is no longer here, it was limited edition post, well, tough luck…) I don’t know how I would write ever again in this blog, after Ms. Coggio’s speech, I’d be shameless by writing more, especially because it’s a hobby, and not something I ever want to work on, it’s a thing that has no future for me, so it will be easy to give up on. I hope you have fun reading about happy and sad times in our lives, since it’s all you’ll get from now on. I guess this is goodbye… thank you everyone for everything and even though we have stopped writing, keep commenting, we’ll still answer your comments and we’ll keep checking back, although our decision is permanent… So let these words be the last written in our blog: “Goodbye, and I think we’re finally on our way.”

Alvy:

I’m sorry, Renato for being so angry with you previously, you showed yourself to be a very mature, sentitive and friendly person, I’m sorry for writing that offensive post and having 39 comments just talking bad about people… you don’t deserve all of that.

Although, I have discovered how some of you are bad friends and people, so I am now thanking you, Renato for opening my eyes… I was being very rude and only thinking about my rage (I’ll never apologize for only thinking about myself). Lorraine, thank you for being polite and expressing your opinion with a nice and friendly discussion, I appreciate that. I also wanna thank Sofy, for standing up for our blog in my absence and who also helped me to open my eyes (I mean, how much farther can my eyes open? soon they’re just gonna pop right outta my face)

Once again, sorry, Renato, and thank you, Renato, Lorraine and Sofy, you are very nice friends which I don’t want to lose with such havoc as in this blog’s name, just make this a lesson: nobody ever messes with “On Our Way” again, and if anyone does, I would gladly love to know… Thank you everyone… You are now survivors of the “Holonourwaycaust”… One of the worst periods of time in our lives… But also the one who helped us gain so many friends!

Alvy:

I think that everyone knows that Sarah Michelle Gellar is my all-time favorite actress, she’s just amazing!

Sofy and I went to Cary’s house to watch a few movies and have fun, and we SO did, but the only thing that bugged me is that fact that Sarah Michelle Gellar dies in every movie that she makes. Cary rented “I know what you did last summer” and “I still know what you did last summer” and I almost cried when Sarah Michelle Gellar died. She escaped so perfectly wisely and prettyly from the hook fisherman dude, and I was just so nervous because I’d hate for her to die once again, since she’s so pretty and charismatic to die. But then after she saw her sister dead, she jumped off the window and onto the streets. She saw this parade going on and she was going there to run away from the assassin, and be with the crowd so she wouldn’t be murdered. When she was almost there, the lights faded, she looked back to see if the assassin was there, but as we all expected he was right in front of her when she looked to her front again. he got her and threw her in the middle of all these tires right in front of the parade and nobody heard her, and they were practically watched her die, he was massacrating her with his hook on her head, beating her with it continuously, non-stop with no mercy, while she would scream and wave her arms in the desperate attempt to wound him. I almost cried, I mean, I so was looking forward to see her in the other movies of the series, she escaped so wisely and so many times, just to die in the middle or right in front of a parade, that’s just too much for me to handle, she’s…but…but she’s too pretty to die, I mean, she dies TWICE in Buffy, and another time in the grudge 2, again, she escaped so many times from Kayako and then when she’s in the hospital, she dies… OH MY GOD!! that just makes me so angry, I love her movies and she brightens up every movie she’s in, and I wish there would be at least one series of movies where she would not die, just like Sofy loves Alyson Hannigan, I love Sarah Michelle Gellar, but I guess that Alyson Hannigan does not die in every single movie she makes.

 Sofy:

Nothing real interesting happened today, but I’m bored and I feel like writing.

I had a fight with my brother in the car coming back from school. I was talking to my dad and my brother asked me to be quiet, so I did. And I was already pissed off then, because I have THE RIGHT to talk. And I asked to change the CD, and before my mom could pass me the CD case, Rafa got it and chose some dumb Beatles CD. Come on. The Beatles are so over. And then I started sulking and I finally asked my mom to turn the volume very low, and my dad started saying I was being immature. So I stopped being rude and told him very nicely “Look, dad, it’s fine with me if Rafa doesn’t want us to talk. But he chose this CD, and the one before it, so I think it’s only fair if I get to choose it now.” So he let me. But then Rafa started saying “Oh, don’t choose something like Christina Aguilera or Gwen Stefani or anything. Choose something that everybody LIKES.” Jerk. I ended up not choosing anything and leaving that dumb CD, because I knew that whatever I chose, mom and Rafa would say that it’s too noisy or something. And Christina and Gwen ROCK, btw. I don’t get people who don’t like them.

Ok, so now I have to shower real quick and get dressed because we’re going to Outback. Bye.

Alvy:

Today was one of the worst days of my life because of the fact that for the first time, I actually realized who my classmates really are.

To start off, nothing to do with my classmates, I can’t reveal what Silvia told me, but I discovered one of my friends have suffered a great loss… So that already made my day worst, I felt so sorry for that friend, you know who you are, it must be so painful to you… I’m sorry.

Later on, in science class, this girl, Thais was copying the english homework from Victor, it’s already awefully wrong that she is copying homework from somebody, but from Victor? I mean, he gets F’s in every subject possible, even for the ones that don’t exist! I felt so angry at her that I could just jump at her, pull all of her hair off and rip her neck apart from her body with my teeth. Poor Ms. Coggio, she just wanted us to do our homework well, and then this girl just comes along, watches TV all day long thinking to herself: “You know what? tomorrow I’ll copy from somebody right before class.” Some time later, during english class, after we corrected our homework, she even lied about it, I corrected Victor’s homework and he got a 15, when Ms. Coggio asked her what she got she said that she got a 17. That totally made me angry. I told Ms. Coggio the truth and she talked to them. The first accused person was Daniel, until Talita told them both. I felt relieved, poor Daniel, imagine how he would get rejected by everyone if people thought that he did it? people only don’t hate me now because everyone loves me. I would love to tell Thais first, but Talita took care of it, I would just love to see her face. Ah, I just love being evil.

There are these stupid boys in our class that just think that everything is linked to sex. A teacher does anything and they start to gossip and laugh, they are just so irritating. Well, Ms. Coggio is an exception since she knows only a little bit of portuguese, but all the other teachers should get hearing aids, they just say all of these awful sentences, words and shout out disrespectful songs in the middle of class. I loved the day that we were discussing the rights of women in the middle ages and when Ms. Coggio asked them what they thought about it, Augusto shouted out that they belong in bed, I wish I had knife there just to cut off his neck verrrrrrry slowly for him to suffer while the rest of his body is paralyzed, but Ms. Coggio just made an espression that totally intimidated everyone, Augusto finally got what he diserved. I know I seem a little exagerated, extreme and troubled, but it’s just extremelly disrespectful to women.

Today, this classmate that said he was gay several times just said that he liked a girl. Suddenly, all of the other boys just surrounded hime and started to say that finally he was a man, or “macho” and one of the boys, Italo started to ask if he was gay and all, that angried me as well, he was just so homophobic, he said how he was worried and all, come on, as if he ever felt sympathy towards him, he only wants to make fun of him, I interupted them and asked: “And what does his sexual issues have to do with you?” He whispered to himself and left to his “group”

Today was just so one of the worst days, these event were only some that happened today, but today was the day that I finally opened my eyes to who the people in my class really are, I am now absolutly sure that I have the best friends a person could ever have, Sofy and Cary are the best people anyone could have as friends, I was lucky on not being influenced by the others who still have the courage of calling themselves “people.”

 Sofy:

I just watched this great episode of Oprah. It was that one where a bunch of memorable guests come back on the show to give people updates on their lives and stuff. It was awesome. The one that I liked the most was the last one. They first showed a clip of this little boy singing this totally weird song, and at first I didn’t know what the hell was going on, and then the boy came back on the show, and he’s like 14 or 15 now, and he sang the song again, more CLEARLY. And it was HILARIOUS. Seriously. Any song that ends with the phrase “cuz if I were an Oscar Mayer wiener, everyone would be in love with me” HAS to have a person falling off the couch and rolling around the floor laughing hysterically.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that funny. But come on…the dude was talking about being a frikin sausage, for godssakes.

And also, today I got a 85 on my Geography quiz. And then during the rest of the class he was asking out random questions for extra points on the quiz, and I got 1 question and a half right, so technically I got 100!!!

And we’re in our badminton unit in P.E. right now, and it is sooo cool. We were basically laughing the whole class. And the three of us are actually pretty good at it, so besides having fun, we get good grades!

Oh, and Cary and I got back to being friends. It was sort of a natural thing, you know? We just started talking again. But keep your promise this time, Carol.

Cary:

For English class we needed to read this Historical Fiction book. My group book is The Slave Dancer. It’s a really good book. So, when we received the dates and everything my group decided to read at least until page 50 for Friday (yesterday). Well, Daniel finished the book, I’m on page 59 and the rest of the group is far behind. Well I asked them to read a lot Friday afternoon and send me an e-mail with the information we need to put on the power point presentation at least the characters. Well, Daniel sent me the summary, I changed a little so I would be clearer. I responded his e-mail thanking him for doing his part in the presentation. Well guess what! It seems like the rest of the group doesn’t give a s-h-i-t for this project, and for grades! I mean, I told them to send me yesterday, its 9:00P.M and they didn’t. I finished the ppt. And on Monday I just tell them to do the characters part. Of course I didn’t right it down, so if they didn’t read… problem. If they did… Good! I just hope they don’t ruin the whole thing.

Now, Sunday 20:33P.M I recieved a call from one of the group members. I was happy whe she told me she sent me the e-mail. At least she wasn’t iresponsible. But one of them still call me…

Cary:

Yesterday in English class like always Ms.C gave us some time to study for vocab. Sofy and I was studying with Alvy (like always). And then, like always, we started doing our stupid but funny jokes at each other. It was when I noticed Sofy got upset. I tried to say I was sorry. But she wouldn’t listen. And then I said I wouldn’t make the jokes again and she said I always say that but never stop doing that. That’s not true. I mean when she asked me to stop the jokes about the booby lady I stopped. But now I mean, in the end of the day she was still mad at me I mean what’s your thing? I didn’t mean it. And I don’t think a friendship can end because of that. My only hope is that Monday she will talk to me again. After all I hate fighting!! When I see the conversation will turn out to be a fight I just say ok you’re right, or I’m sorry. Or if I really don’t wanna talk to this person again, I won’t waste my time fighting, I just turn around and walk away.

Alvy:

I am a very unstable person. Everytime I have these new interests, sometimes I’m interested in books, games, music and other things, and when I’m in my interest mood, I only think about THAT thing, only. Now I’m in my “Salem Witch” interest phase. The only bad part in being me is my shyness, believe me, if I didn’t have a sister to do everything for me and be my personal slave, I don’t know what I would do, or maybe it would help me more outgoing, I don’t know, so I’m sometimes shy to ask my parents for things to update my interest mood. When I have no interests to focus on, I am pretty vulnerable, anything can interest me, this time it was during english class. When I saw the book cover of my favorite book club book (In which I wasn’t picked to join) I totally got interested. The book is titled “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” and it takes place during the late 1600’s when the witches were pursecuted and all, and that’s exactly what I wanted to read about since I was enough to figure out what I actually liked, but I only read books on modern versions of witchcraft, so it was then that I felt like using that book to search for some others and order these books from amazon. The only problem is that my parents have a hard time keeping up with my natural changes of interests, before it was easier, since the only interest I had was Christina Aguilera… but now it’s more complicated, which means more amazon orders. I only asked them yesterday if they allowed me to order the books on the period of the 1600’s and they said yes, so here I am, waiting for them to confirm the order, I mean, they just have to fill in the requiremets, is it so hard to do that? but I’m so excited, the titles of the books I ordered are: “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” “A Break With Charity” “I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem” “The Witchcraft of Salem Village” and “Witch-Hunt: Mysteries of The Salem Witch Trials.” After I read these books, or at least some of them, I’ll re-read “Gallows Hill” because it has so many things that have to do with the salem witch trials and I had no idea before, since I was in 4th or 5th grade when I read it… I just love all the suspence in the books, I did some research in the internet and found out some things about the witches in Salem, I just can’t wait to read the books (Or at least for my parents to checkout the books at amazon)

 Sofy:

Since I missed a day of ERB’s last week, I had to do the makeup (make up?) test thingy, and it was during Math class. And in the beginning, Ms.Hogan asked me if I had done my homework, and didn’t know wtf she was talking about, cuz I had no idea we had homework. So I said no, and she had those weird, icy, you-deserve-to-be-killed teacher look, and then after what felt like a century of staring at me, she let me go do the makeup test. By the way, I don’t get why the hell she wasted precious time of my life, that I will never get back, just staring at me. It’s not as if it would magically cause my homework to appear. But anyway. After I finished the ERB’s, I considered going to class but then I decided that I would walk around a little bit, because come on. I had an excuse to miss MATH. And when I was coming back from my long trip up the ramp to see if the art teacher was there, I saw Pam in the hallway and she was like “Sofy, you have to start doing your homework, meu. You grade is going like [hand gesture that meant 'down']“. And when I walked into the classroom and sat down, Silvia and Gio A. and a bunch of people were saying that I had a D-, and I got angry because, I mean, it was MY grade. Ms.Hogan had no right of telling everybody. It’s my private business, and I tell whoever I like, not whoever SHE likes. But then my mind did a weird confusing flashback thingymajig, and I remembered what the homework was, and I flipped the pages of my notebook and found out that I haaaaad done it after all. I had finished it in class, since I’m such a mega genius. And I showed it to her and she had to bring my grade back up to the safe little B that I worked very hard for. haHA. IN YOUR FACE, MS.HOGAN!

And today I went to the dentist, which was boring. And there was this pregnant lady sitting across from me and she kept smiling at me all the time. And then this scary guy with a bushy moustache came in, and then this fifty year old woman who was wearing these super high, high, high platform shoes with these shiny strappies, which she was way too old for. 

 And the funniest thing happened today too. I was in the kitchen with my little brother, talking about How I Met Your Mother (which he also loves) and making sandwiches, and I was telling him about this episode where Ted calls Lily a grinch. Grinch is actually a word he uses  when he means ”bitch”, because since he’s telling the story to his kids, he can’t use bad words. But then I remembered that I had read in the CBS site that Grinch was actually a four letter word, so it couldn’t be bitch. And a lot of people thought it was the   C-word, and when I told Danny he didn’t know what the C-word was, so I said “You know. The C-word! The one that rhymes with hunt…”, and he guessed what the word was, and asked me what it meant because he didn’t know, and I didn’t tell him, of course, since I’m such a great sister. I just said it was a word he shouldn’t ever say, and when my older brother walked in Danny was like, “Rafa, what’s [c-word]” (I’m not gonna write it because I don’t like that word) and Rafa stopped a bit and looked at him, and then said he wasn’t gonna tell him either. He kept repeating it and asking me what it meant, but I finally got him to leave me alone by telling him that if I ever knew of him saying that word ever again, I would slice neck off his body and eat it like a hamburger, and steal his PSP. He’s so manipulative…

And also, I checked out TWO books today. Gallows Hill, by Lois Duncan, and The Martian Chronicles, by Ray Bradbury. AND I’m already reading Bridget Jones’s Diary and The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I think this is a VERY great improvement.