Homework? In the Summer?!?

Ok.  It's already bad enough that I have to go to the beach everyday, but I have to write three book reports??? In the summer?? Can't the teachers save it for at least the second month of the school year?
 If were doing work in the summer it's technically NOT the summer anymore.

Weird enough... it seems I'm the only person who got the e-mail!
I hate school.

How the Fourth of July Weekend Went

Well.
The weekend wasn't SO bad. The pool was warm.
We went kayaking in the bay. I saw a dead fish floating at the surface.
I then saw a bunch of plastic. I also learned that when your kayaking, it's probably best you don't zone out, 'cause when I did that? My thumb was very bruised considering the fact that the very heavy kayak paddle squished my thumb in between it and the kayak. I put my finger in the water and immediately pulled it out, I had been bitten.
I still like kayaking. The breakfast consisted of chocolate chip muffins, bagels, orange juice, and hot chocolate.
I saw a bunch of ants. The place was very old so alot of the doors had space underneath them that bugs, (big AND little) could get through.
   We went into the town and through bread to the geese. My sister lost her flip flop down by the geese, (there was this board walk thing and the geese were like twenty feet below it,) which I thought was very funny.
    Over all, I've had worse Fourth of July's, and way waaaay better.

Fourth of July... This Year

This year for the Fourth of July, instead of going to Jaden and Kai's country house, we are going to Long Island. I hope I get to go kayaking, if you've ever been kayaking. you know why. I hope that if I go with my dad instead of my mom, he doesn't go to far out like he did last time. I was really freaked out because there was a storm coming in and I was six years old!! Needless to say, I was scarred in a way that I will ALWAYS be freaked out.


      Be sure to check back soon for more posts on how the weekend went!!!

Wasn't as Bad...

The dance wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It was actually pretty fun. The first hour was lame and then everyone got warmed up. I was being forced to dance and I gave in. We all (boys AND girls) formed this HUGE circle and we started pulling each other. Then part of the circle broke off and those people formed another circle. Later we made "conga lines" and we were running around. I wish the dance could have gone on longer.

Middle School

Remember my post of the whole middle school craziness? Well I ended up at Wagner. Now you know.

One Night...........

BACK STORY: My sister Aerin, is a scaredy cat and goes to sleep in my parents room every night at around the middle of the night. Four years ago, I was OBSESSED with Webkinz. My parents were trying to get Aerin to sleep in her own bed. So they went to me for help. I, of course said OK. Now I will tell you about one night four years ago when Aerin was scared and came into my bed.

THAT NIGHT FOUR YEARS AGO: "Sarah?

"Yeah?" I responded to her. "Can I come in your bed?" I thought it over. "I guess," I muttered. I scooched over and  she plopped down her pillow and  then her bear. I scooted over. She pulled the covers, all of them over herself. I yanked them back. She yanked them. This went on for twenty minutes.

THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT: The man under the bed was making Webkinz as fast as he could, attaching codes to them and throwing them through the railings of my bed. Suddenly my dream changed. A cop was about to shoot me. "Please. No." I pleaded. "Please!" I cried. Suddenly something hit me in the stomach. And hard. I started crying. I saw a small shape run into my parents room. "Mom!" I screamed and the tears started. "What, what?" She asked, looking concerned. I was out of breath. "My stomach," I said breathing heavily. I looked over. "Where's Aerin?" 

My mom put the pieces together. "Aerin probably stepped on your stomach." That wrenched thing... I thought. "It hurts," I whined. "I know." My mom said. "I had a dream right before this..."

The Dance

Because the fifth graders are graduating there's some kinda dance that's supposedly cool. OK.... everyone is either looking for a date, has a date, isn't sure if they have a date, or don't want a date. I'm pretty sure that the boys are gonna stand on one side of the room and that the girls are gonna stand on the other. Wonderful. I don't want to waste time that I could be spending working on one of the many pieces I have to complete for the stupid independent writing project looking for a dress to wear to the dance.