Next year’s freshman.

Dear next year’s freshman,

Next year, you will begin your journey in high school. Being in high school is a huge change. There are a lot more groups, requirements, classes, and after school stuff. I know one thing I would’ve liked to know is to make sure you do your homework/notes. It may not seem like a big deal, but once it piles up it can majorly affect your grade. Also, your teachers are here to help you, please don’t disrespect them; they know what they’re doing. Make sure you stay away from drama. There are a lot of groups in this school, but they usually mind their business as long as you do. Although, if someone does say something to or about you, just ignore it; you know it’s not true. Some tips for your academic life would be make sure you do your a lot work, but don’t stress yourself so much on that one assignment. I know grades are important, but one C won’t kill you. I used to be an all A student, but not even lying it gets harder even if you do all the assignments. Also, make sure you study (especially for biology class (if you’re taking it.) Don’t skip your schoolwork even if you want to hang out with friends. Another important thing is to have good attendance, not just for your teachers, but for you. I missed a LOT of school this year, and it put a lot of stress on me. I had so many assignments to do, and a lot to get caught up on. Even though school should be your first priority, don’t forget to do something fun. Franklin heights offer a lot of after school activities, and sports. My favorite is drama club. Drama has impacted my life a lot, and it’s really fun. At the beginning I had really bad anxiety, but drama has actually really helped me. High school may be harder, but they’re the years where you learn so much about yourself. Remember try hard, and it’ll pay off in your future careers!

My dreams.

What dreams do you have? How can these dreams fail? How can they succeed?

I dream about peace, and success. I want to grow up, live in a nice house, and have a good paying job. I have dreams about making in. I just want to grow up, and be proud. No, I don’t go to bed and actually have dreams about these things, what I mean is they’re my goal, and it would be an amazing thing to actually achieve. Dreams are something that you strive for, and that you want to accomplish. The only way your dream can fail is you. You can decide whether you, your grades, other people, or anything gets in the way. If you let one thing get to you so much, then your dream can end. To succeed you need to put your mind on it, and try everyday. There is no way that I will go to college and get a good job if I don’t try. Many people have dreams about love, or money, but I just want to be happy. I want someone to be proud of me, and I want to know that I finally did it! Your dreams are what defines you.  You have to make peace with your mind, and only do what you know you can do.

What does friendship mean to me?

Friendship; A state of mutual trust and support between allied nations. A relationship between two people.

Throughout the years I have made so many friends. A lot of them have stabbed me in the back, but the ones who stay are the ones that mean a lot to me. Friendship is a beautiful, and meaningful thing. Anyone can have friends, but having a relationship where you can connect with each other is friendship. Friendship is something that you do specifically. It’s about being nice to someone, or sitting with that one person that is alone. It’s about making someone smile, and waking up everyday knowing you can rely on that person.  To me, friendship means happiness, the kind where you get butterflies in your stomach. Friendship isn’t about the petty people, who give up on you, or only there when they need you. Friendship is a 24/7 service between both of you. I can easily talk, and get along with many people, but that person that you can release all your stress to, and be comfortable around is what friendship is. Friendship is a blessing to me, because that person can make it all better. I may not be close to a lot of people, but it’s about quality not quantity.

Katniss is a hero!!!!

   In this blog I am going to talk about a character who showed characteristics of being a hero. What is a hero? A hero is someone who puts others before themselves. A hero gives and gives, and never asks for anything in return. A hero is a brave person, who never gives up and never stops trying. Katniss Everdeen is a hero in my eyes.

     Being a hero requires being caring, and putting others before yourself. Katniss is very caring. In the first book “ The Hunger Games “ Katniss is brushing her sister’s hair, and trying to calm her down before they chose the two tributes. After Primrose gets called, Katniss immediately says “ I volunteer” and walks up the stage. She did this out of love for her sister, because she knew Prim wouldn’t make it through the games.  After the games started, and Peeta got injured, Katniss went into the battle just to get him treatment. She put Peeta and Prim before her, and helped them no matter the consequence.


    Another example of being a hero is to be courageous. When the 74th annual Hunger Games was about to end, Katniss realizes that there can only be one victor. She stands up to the capital, and will not let that happen. Finally the games had to end, and there was two victors. In “Mockingjay” she goes to other districts and tells them to rise up to the capital, standing up for herself, and the other people.


     A hero is intelligent. In “Catching Fire” Katniss uses her intelligence to find out that they are inside an invisible dome. She then uses her skill of archery, and breaks the dome. Everything goes silent, and then the rescuers arrive.  When Katniss was younger, she learned a lot about plants, fruit, and about the woods. During “The Hunger Games” to keep Peeta safe after he almost ate poison berries.
       Katniss Everdeen is a daring, courageous, intelligent, caring person. Everything she does is a sign of a hero. Katniss is a hero, and will always be. A hero shows all these signs, and even more.

The killing and the cannibal twins.

( This was a story that was made by my class and I. ) My sister murdered my mom, and was chasing after me. I started to run but she caught me and almost stabbed me. But I reached for the knife and stabbed her in the boob. She cried in pain then her boob fell off. She felt such heartbreak as that boob job costed a bizarre amount of money. She was worried but now was more angry than before. She was running after me and I was afraid. I tripped over something and my sister was ready to strike. As she reached to stabbed me I reached for the pineapple closest to me and cracked her on the head. She died. My sister needs to get herself together. I had buried her in the ground by the pineapple tree where she died. But I was hungry so I ate the rest of her. Also the pineapple tree. I was so happy my sister died. It brought tears of joy. But then I noticed that I need jesus because eating people isn’t okay and neither is killing. I ran to a priest and asked for help but it turned out that he likes eating people too so we ate my arm off. It was wild.

Exploding a moment.

One moment I can remember is something that wouldn’t mean a lot to people. I remember being in the basement after a long, cool day. My parents were upstairs, and you can never hear anything. The air was fresh, and a little chilly, and I was listening to a song I really liked, and enjoyed. After awhile I started crying, a lot. I don’t really remember the reason actually, I probably felt guilty for something. Then I heard the door ring. It was Austin, and he went down stairs, ran up to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. His jacket which was now splattered with my wet, black mascara, smelled of his abercrombie cologne. He was wearing my favorite shirt of his ( Probably on purpose) My head was shoved into his neck, so I could briefly taste his soft skin. We stood there for who knows how long, just breathing into each other’s neck. His body was warm, and refreshing because I was as cold as ice. At that time I wasn’t really thinking of anything. My mind was blank, with no thoughts except for I didn’t want this hug to ever end. I was happily content with standing there all day, and I planned on it. His hair was soft, as I gently put my hands in it.  He looked down at my tear stained, cold face, and smiled. I couldn’t help but smile, because his smile lit up the room. His smile was as warm as the sun, and as effective as a perfect light-bulb. I suddenly became happy, and that moment was very special to me.

My audit

  • How many posts did you write? I have written 9 posts ( this will be 10.)
  • How many were school based, your own interests or set by the challenge? I’ve had four of them for school, or my teacher. I haven’t had 1 from the challenge, and the rest are random posts, or interests.
  • How many comments did you receive from classmates, teachers or overseas students? 26 exactly.
  • Which post received the most comments? Why do you think that happened? I received 13 comments from my ” This I believe” post. I think I got the most because it was personal, and everyone had to comment on ten blogs.
  • Which post did you enjoy writing the most and why? “My dear Samantha”, because it’s easier to let things go, or talk about the more personal things internet wise.
  • Did you change blog themes at all and why? Yes, because I do not like doing multiple things. I have no two blog posts that are on the same theme, or topic.
  • How many widgets do you have? Do you think this is too many or not enough? I don’t even understand this question.
  • How many overseas students do you have on your blogroll? 3. I think
  • Which web tools did you use to show creativity on your blog? My brain, dictionary, and google!
    1. What topics should be added: I like any topic, but they should mostly be more random.
    2. The most interesting challenge for you: I loved visiting other people’s page’s. That was very interesting. 
    3. How often you visited other blogs and left comments: About 5 times. 
    4. Whether you read the challenge flipboard magazine: No, I never read the magazines
    5. A PMI or plus/minus/interesting point about the challenge: I never really did the actually blog challenges, I thought they were going to be more unique, or something. I did like how it was all around the world though. 
    1. What were your first impressions of this blog? Well written, with good detail.
    2. What captured your attention? Blog causes the reader to elaborate as well as think through personal experience
    3. What distracted you on the blog? Some random details that don’t exactly go along together
    4. What suggestions can you give me to improve my blog? Organize details in your topic to get your point across

Metaphors (;

I am the pages. Anyone can read me, but only some are curious enough to read the first page.

I am the world. Spinning free, wanting someone to love me for what I do.

I am a speaker. I scream my words, but only some listen.

 I am human. I try as hard as I can, but I can still break.

Let your imagination fly.

The world is glowing.

Pixie dust in the air.

Fairy tales all around.

The deep blue sea, shining just for me.

All this magical beauty inside of me.

I spread my wings, I am set free.

The world is a place to make your dreams.

In my head all I see are happy little creatures staring at me.

The trees are talking, the wind is listening.


This is my happy place.


This is what happens in wonderland

I grew up wanting to be a princess. I dreamed nothing more of being Ariel, or Cinderella with my handsome prince, and living happily ever after. I think by the age 12, I realized that wouldn’t happen. Princesses live in wonderland right? With all their friends, a bunch of food, parties, but do you know what really happens in a wonderland? Horror. Once you get everything you want you get bored. Who wants to eat ten pounds of cake everyday, or go to a thousand parties? You start going crazy, mentally insane. This is what happens. Being a princess came with a price. A horrible price.” This is what happens in wonderland, Alice “