Already?
Sofy:
Vacation is in four days. FOUR. FOUR! Four days and I’ll be able to sleep late and use the computer and watch movies and Sex and the City and CSI and Friends all day! And FOURTEEN days until Christmas! And nine days until my favorite cousin gets here! (I don’t think I should pick favorites, but really, it’s inevitable.)
I can’t believe it’s been half a year (well, half a school year. Almost an official half a year) since I started seventh grade. I don’t even feel seventh grady yet. In about six more months, I’ll be in 8th (You know, I’m gonna figure out how you write 8th and then put a big sign next to the computer so that I don’t forget. I can never remember how many H’s there are, or where they go, or whatever. But give me some credit, it’s a very hard word.) grade! That’s the last year of middle school! In half a year I won’t have Science with Vivian or English with Ms. Coggio, and instead I’ll have Raquel and Ms. Toomey.
Half a year ago, I wasn’t even friends with Cary and Alvy. I didn’t know that there were so many types of verbs in Portuguese and I had no idea what “barren” or “thou” or “tactful” meant. I didn’t know what immunity was or what antibiotics were. (I KNOW! Stupid, huh?) I didn’t know Ms. Coggio half a year ago. I don’t think I was this addicted to CSI back then, even. There’s been so many changes.
And yet, it doesn’t feel like HALF A YEAR has passed. Next thing I know, we’re all going into high school and I’m addicted to some stupid show like Crumbs or Twins or something, and Ms. Coggio is leaving to go back to wherever. It’s sort of scary to think that one day all of these things will happen. (Well, except for the Crumbs and Twins thing. Ew.) But HALF A YEAR. HALF A YEAR has already passed. That’s SO long. That’s HALF OF A YEAR (Duh.). That’s twice as long as the time my mom spent in England awhile ago, and then, only three months felt like an eternity.
I guess it’s true that time flies when you’re having fun.
The 100 Years War
Alvy:
It all started when a couple of 6th graders asked Ms. Coggio to have lunch with them. As we were walking past the lunch tables, we look at one of the tables, where only the 6th grade rejected girls were sitting (There were about 3) And suddenly we see this familiar face in which does not seem rejected neither “6th grady” We see Ms. Coggio. We run up to them and kept on saying that Ms. Coggio was our teacher and how we loved her and etc… One of the nosiest little freaks I had ever seen told us that we had never invited her to have lunch with us, does she have crap in her head or something? first of all, Ms. Coggio IS a human (Although sometimes we don’t treat her like one.) And she has to be with her friends, not a bunch of nosy little brats, we have respect for her, so we let her have lunch with anyone she wants. I bet the 6th graders threatned her life just so she would sit with them and they could non-verbally tell us that they’re better than us (In which is so, so, so, SO, totally not true.) And poor Ms. Coggio, she’s only an instrument in this whole war, although she was the cause, and we will fight for her, every single 7th grader feels that these weird people are entering our territory and just taking Ms. Coggio away from us, we have to be like “Joan of Arc” and either cut their heads off or just scare them away, you choose. All we have to do now is look at the 6th grade girls ugly and whisper a little so it seems that we are talking about them… Aw, I just love to be cold-hearted and evil.
So Many Tests In The End Of The Year!
I hate end of semester, I mean we have so many tests. Just in English class the we don’t have so many, because it doesn’t really changes the quantity of tests we take. But in Science and History, Geography and Math! Man! We have tests everyday!
Normally in history tests I really don’t know what I’m doing. But this one was different! I mean it wasn’t easy peasy but it wasn’t that hard. Maybe because I studied really hard. What I don’t like about Rodrigo (Geo. & Hist. teacher) is that he stays 2 months teaching us something and in the end he gives a big test. I mean if we get a B- on the test our grade goes really down. And we don’t have a chance of getting a good grade after. Specially with Rodrigo the test are big because he make difficult questions and he expect us to remember names of people we didn’t ever met and that he mentioned the names 2 months ago! I mean, I don’t even remember what I had for dinner yesterday! How can I remember that! He could at least give quizzes and make the final test not that important. The bad thing about Geography is that we only have it one day in our schedule, so it’s even harder to remember what type of landscape the region has. I don’t even know the street I live in how can I know the landscape I’m on!
Science:
What I like about Science is that its a logical subject. I mean or it yes or no and maybe. Not like history and geography that you need to memorize everything! I also like Science because I want to be a Scientist when I grow up. It’s more some who stays on a station where you can see the atmosphere of the whole world in a computer. And when a hurricane is forming you call the places that will pass and then you’ll save a lot of people that could’ve died. The only thing I don’t like about Science is the lab reports. I’m just really lazy when it gets to do things I don’t really know how to do. But I have a lab report due on Monday and I hope I’ll get this one done. It will be the first lab report in my whole middle school life experience.
Math:
This last week was really funny because Mrs.Hogan gave us a test about Chapter 5 and everyone except Julia failed. Shew said she would give us another test and everyone except Julia and Christina failed. Well, in the end I think we did 4 tests and the maximum of people who passes in each test was 2. The last test we did yesterday I think I did pretty well. It turned out I did. I only got 3,5 wrong out of 33 questions. Only one person failed which I won’t say the name because I don’t think it’s ethical. I think I did pretty well this semester, I’m just waiting to see my final grades because I know every year there’s a surprise bad grade, I’m hoping this year there’s no surprises.
So Weird But So Cute
There’s this little cute boy in 6th grade. He’s a mixture of japanese with Brazilian. He’s so cute, and all the boys of his class kind of exclude him because he is smart. Once I saw him going down the ramp with his back-pack, he was overloaded with things. He was carrying boxes, and posters, and notebooks. He fell and his wheel back-pack ran over him. Everything fell on the ground, everyone that passed didn’t help him, I almost cried. He was there alone trying to get up and not one single soul helped him. Since I was really late for P.E I couldn’t help him but I sure wanted to. Well I’ve been hiding my love for him since the beginning of 7th grade. Yesterday I was going to my bus and there was him, like always overloaded. I said hi, he said hi, Alvy said that I loved him and the little boy made a strange fart noise with his mouth. It was really weird but still he is so cute.
I’m So Sick of People
Gosh! I mean, I’m so sick of people that don’t get things! Today in computer class I always have my place, everyone has one. And then I went in and Lorraine was sitting where I’m supposed to sit. I mean, I’m not saying you’re stupid… but you’re sure not smart. And then you ask if I like you or if we’re super friends! Hell no! I don’t hate you but just live your life and then I’ll live mine.
And now I’m here in computer class… sitting away from my friends, and totally isolated. And Lorraine is there, in my place staring at her computer and complaining why is not working! Of course it’s not working, that computer wasn’t meant to be used by you!
Changing topic.. today in Advisory we were supposed to do plays about self-esteem. Since Mrs. Herrera wasn’t there, (we had a substitute.. Lalita) we didn’t really do something about self-esteem. My group, Sofy, Alvy and Talita did a play about Eve and Adam. Talita was Eve and Sofy was God who told her not to eat the apple(Alvy) and I was the tree. It was really funny because I couldn’t stop laughing the whole play, and then on the main point of the story I don’t know why but I said: “I really need to pee!” Everyone started laughing, including Lalita. In the end I didn’t get to pee and Alvy, Sofy and I decided that Lalita isn’t a bad substitute after all. Maybe we hated her when she substituted in English class because we’re so used to having Ms.C as a teacher and she’s so cool that no one can substitute her.
The other plays were really funny too, Renato sounded like Mano from Happy Feet, because he did a strange voice just like the penguin does when he’s trying to sing. Of course the boys’ plays’ were all about fighting and war, but it was fun too because they did Act 1 from Romeo and Juliet when the families fight so it was kinda funny watching that.
Daniel, the new boy, in our class is really cool and funny. I think he’s already friends with the boys. Poor him, he was attacked in math class by Julia. She started looking weird at him and said that she knew him from somewhere. She didn’t settledown till she found out that he studied where her older brother used to go to school.
I Don’t Know What To Name This. I’m Feeling Very Un-Creative.
Sofy:
Okay, so maybe I write a LITTLE too much, but I’ve decided not to care about what Alvy and Cary say about that.
I just need to say that: The presentation tonight was SO cool. I found out that Ms. Coggio and Ms. Toomey (who is the eigth (how the fuck do you write eigth? is it eigth? or eighth? or just 8th?) grade English teacher) dance really cutely (is that a word?). The bands played great songs, and the percussion things weren’t as stupid as I expected. Also, I had to leave early, but then when we were in the car, it was only my parents and I, I asked if they would give me money for tomorrow.
My mom started asking me why I needed money and that I’d waste it in stuff I didn’t need, blablabla. She finally gave me time to say why I needed the money, and my dad said that stuff that was expensive, like shoes and clothes, it would be better to buy with the credit card. I was so hopeful that my dad had decided I was ready for a credit card, but then he said that I should choose what I wanted to buy, and when they picked me up he would go to the store with me and buy the stuff. And I guess it was okay, because at least I’m not going to stand around and just watch my friends buy stuff. (Well, actually I am, but I’m going to take comfort in the fact that I’m gonna buy stuff later, too.) AND the best thing is, my dad didn’t give me a limit…So I can choose the most expensive shoes…my dad is so great…and so unaware of what a twelve-year-old-girl-with-basically- a-credit-card-to-spend-on-whatever-she-wants can do…
P.S- Oh, and I also wanna say that my class’ band was fabulous. Well, the songs weren’t THAT good, but they played it really well! And I couldn’t really tell if Pam was speaking portuguese or English, but that was the mike’s fault, so it’s okay. But Cary, you rocked. You were so awesome! Congrats!
2 Little Things, 2 Big Deals
Alvy:
In Physical Education class, we are now in our Volley unit, for the rest of the quarter and our teacher, Ylane was making us go to this humid and smelly room on the gym’s second floor because it was raining, the volley ball court’s sand must have become mud, and we would become sodden due to the hostile conditions of the weather. There we were in this room that was actually made for “judo” class, and every single corner was filled with thoes soft spongy things, and it was pretty freaky. Cary and Ylane started to argue because Cary did not want to take out her shoes to enter the humid/smelly/protective room for a lesson she would not take because she wore jeans, and jeans aren’t allowed in P.E. class, which is a totally nothing-to-do-with-anything rule. After Ylane and Cary’s aruge and all, Ylane made us roll in the ground, and I am very tall, and I’m too grown up for baby stuff like that, so I was scared to do thoes things. After, she made us stay upside down while another student held our feet, and I didn’t do that also. Now, it was my time to shine, during both these tasks, people were asking we to perform a “star” (I don’t know how it is named in English, but it’s a movement that you place your hand on the floor and toss your legs to the other side, only with your legs open, just like a star) So, after people asked so many times to perform that, I always refused, I was great at doing them, but I haven’t done them in about 3 years! so I just told them that, and they gave up. The next task was to do a star! Lorraine and Beatriz were the first ones, they did very well, but one of them was going sideways, and not straight, and the othe did a normal performance. The person in front of me in the line ran away and I had to do the star 10 seconds before I expected. I told Ylane that I didn’t know how to do that and she told me to do a weird thing that made the person’s ass look huge instead, no thanks, but when I was going to say I haven’t done a star in 3 years she told me to hurry, so I concentrated on the floor, threw myself on it, my hands touched the ground, and I tossed my legs in perfect syncrony, it was a perfect star, no it wasn’t, it was THE perfect star, I heard gasps after I had done it, all the people said that I was better than the girls that had olympic gymnastics as a hobby, that made me feel very good! Well, I am very proud of my stars, and I even heard Cary say that I should be hired by “Cirque Du Soleil!” I felt very good because since I usually use my talents very much, and I am known through others as an intelligent person (Not a nerd, though!) and I never surprise others, but that day, the frightened boy in the corner of the room watching others flip n’ rol has made a perfect star! my day was perfect!
Today, I went to present in this percussion concert (In which I had to, I don’t like percussion) I watched Cary and her band present and then we went on stage, I played the “Pandeiro” and after the presentation, Ms. Coggio was there, and before she had said I was fancy! but Ms. Coggio, I AM fancy! after the presentation, my hands were hurting, and so were the other people’s, and we went staright to Ms. Coggio to see what she thought about the show, and she said that she was the teacher of the smartest people! that felt so good! and after she gave each one of us a hug, in which meant the world to me, since besides the Get-out-of-the-stage-cuz-I-wanna-see-my-kid-perform aplause, we recieved a real hug, and a compliment, thank you Ms. Coggio!
These two stories may seem long and boring, but I would like to share what the best days of the week were like, these two simple actions (A hug and a compliment) may have no importance to you, but I am glad to have people around me who love me, and some how admire me, I love you all!
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I don’t really like to write a bunch of posts one after the other, because then Alvy and Cary tell me that I write too much. So I haven’t written for three days because they haven’t written anything either. But I really like writing, so I can’t control myself any longer.
But anyway.
I am completely broke. This isn’t because I spend much, either. My parents give me forty reais every 10th day of the month, but I end up wasting it all on other people. Like, for starters, I bought a Friends DVD for my brother on his birthday a few months ago (and he didn’t give me a present for MY birthday, that ungrateful little idiot…) and since it was sort of expensive, my dad agreed to pay for it and then I could pay him back little by little. He offered to pay for the whole thing himself, but it’s a nicer feeling when I get someone a present that I bought, with my own money. So I pay him fifteen reais every month (I think November was the last month, so I’m finally free) and that’s discounted off my allowance. Other things happen too, like, a week ago, my mom came into my room asking me if I had any money, because she needed to pay the gardener or something and my dad wasn’t home yet so she only had the check book thingy and her credit card. So I gave her twenty reais, I think, and she still hasn’t paid me back, because of course, she forgets. And also, whenever I take money to school to buy stuff in the cantina or something, I always lend people money, since I’m so nice and generous (and even when they’re people that never lend ME money, or pretend that they don’t have any when I ask. See how I’m such a great person?) and they also “forget” to pay me back every single day.
So now I have no money. I think I’ve waste, let’s see, maybe two reais on myself this month, and the rest all went to people who desperatly “needed” it. Tomorrow, Cary and Alvy and I are going to the mall to watch Happy Feet (if it’s still in the movies, because there’s a certain rumor going around that it’s not anymore, which would be so depressing because I NEED to see those penguins dancing) and shop for shoes (well, that would be Cary and I, not Alvy) and Secret Santa presents for portuguese class. So I need money, and I need a LOT of it. NOW. Cary said bring two hundred, which, in my opinion, is too little, because shoes are expensive and we’re also, like, gonna eat and all that. But I’m probably not even gonna get two hundred. My dad normally gives me, like, thirty reais when I go to the mall, and what can you buy with thirty reais?! Nothing. The ticket for a movie and popcorn (which is indispensable) and, like, juice or soda or something. (Okay, maybe it wouldn’t cost that much, but then I would have like five reais left and all you can buy with five reais is gum)
I think that with enough bugging and not asking for anything tonight at the presentation at school, I can convince my dad…I hope so, because I’ve been really looking forward to this weekend. Well, if all else fails, Alvy will buy me stuff. (He’s owing me a birthday present anyway.)
