Hey guys, its almost lunch period so I thought hey, why not blog? So here I am. The only problem is that I have no idea what to blog about.
Oh, I could talk about how hot it is in here! Long hair and heat don't mix and mines is almost sweeping the floor. I don't know how to braid, so I cant even do pull a Rapunzel from Disney's Tangled and have cute little kids super braid it because there isn't any little kids around. The only one that can braid that is willing to do my hair Anais but she has been super busy with leading the LGBT program at our school. I'm not LGBT but my moms falls into that family. So I am a member of the club in support of equal love and rights for all. Sometimes I wanna cut my hair but I know I would miss it when its gone. I could always ask Charlie to braid it but then ill have to be around Axel and lately I have been having weird feelings about him that need to pushed into the bottom of my closet. He is after all my best friends brother after all. That's kinda gross.
Ugh lets change subjects please.
Oh have you seen the trailers for Brave!! I have and I am super excited. But I will admit the Japanese trailer (which I barely understood with out the subtitles) was way better then the North America trailer. I think its pretty awesome that Pixar has a movie where the female lead looks kick-butt. And a huge plus she is a princess that doesn't seem to be chasing down a guy. A+ for that! She has the coolest hair and she is a archer and she has a sword. Kinda like another fictional hero like mines, Fionna the Human from Adventure Time and Flame Princess.
Wow this is getting pretty long gotta go its taco bar today.
Showing posts with label brave. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
(the) New Kid In School.
I didn't tell you yet did I? There is a new girl in school. I don't know that much about her besides the little we learned about her in creative writing class. Even though we are in different grades my school has all of the electives by skill level not grade. So I'm advanced in writing so I take some writing classes with the upper class men.
Well every time we get a new student we have to write a essay about the topic the teacher gives us. This time it was family. I quickly wrote down a page long paper on my moms and what little I knew about my birth parents.
But here's the kicker we had to go up in front of the class and read the paper, as much as we wanted. I went first, I read up until the part where I started talking about my birth parents. A few of the upper class men laughed softly as I spoke with pride about my same sex parents. I should be used to it by now but I guess I'm not.
A few more students went up and read to us about their families until it was Lux's turn. She stood in front of the class with her paper held down by her chest. She had on leggings and ballet flats, she had on a purple knit hat. I kinda like her tee shirt, it had a funky graphic on it.
She started talking and I swore I was only one this focused. She just looked so calm like she had done this a million times. I remembered my first time doing this, I was scared out of my boots. Not her, she seemed calmed and relaxed, like this was second nature to her.
She spoke of many things, of things most kids our age keep buried deep inside of our closets. Secrets and truths that most people don't even tell their diaries let alone a whole class of 30 kids.
Lux pulled the paper down and sat it on the teachers desk and traveled back to her seat.
I'm sure what it is about her but I know I want to learn more about her trouble past and how in the world did she get so brave...I could learn a thing or two from her.
Well every time we get a new student we have to write a essay about the topic the teacher gives us. This time it was family. I quickly wrote down a page long paper on my moms and what little I knew about my birth parents.
But here's the kicker we had to go up in front of the class and read the paper, as much as we wanted. I went first, I read up until the part where I started talking about my birth parents. A few of the upper class men laughed softly as I spoke with pride about my same sex parents. I should be used to it by now but I guess I'm not.
A few more students went up and read to us about their families until it was Lux's turn. She stood in front of the class with her paper held down by her chest. She had on leggings and ballet flats, she had on a purple knit hat. I kinda like her tee shirt, it had a funky graphic on it.
She started talking and I swore I was only one this focused. She just looked so calm like she had done this a million times. I remembered my first time doing this, I was scared out of my boots. Not her, she seemed calmed and relaxed, like this was second nature to her.
She spoke of many things, of things most kids our age keep buried deep inside of our closets. Secrets and truths that most people don't even tell their diaries let alone a whole class of 30 kids.
Lux pulled the paper down and sat it on the teachers desk and traveled back to her seat.
I'm sure what it is about her but I know I want to learn more about her trouble past and how in the world did she get so brave...I could learn a thing or two from her.
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