I have to be completely honest with you, I have absolutely no clue on what I am doing. Hi, I am Rose Bush (not me real name (sorry grammar police I'm a rebel)) and I am 14 years old. I have few friends and I guess to a count it would be around four to five. As listed above, if your a grammar police, I'd advice you to get out. now. For the other awesome strangers daring enough to stay, I will tell you my life's story... Ok not really more like what I did today.
First class of the day, the cruel and unruly Reading Class!!! just kidding I actually love reading class. My teacher, Mrs. E (Names are not to be exposed to the public. I want no one in my class to know who I am... but they can have a good guess :3) is a fair and actually very nice. She's also very young too. Anyway nothing happened in there besides the time my friends and I were talking about what we did yesterday, which happened to be a snow day (BA BAAM!!).
Second class, yep time to panic. Language Arts. Cue the running screaming old cat lady's!! Technically, I believe my teacher in that class IS a crazy old cat lady. She's very nice till you all start talking. I say "you all" mostly because I'm one of the shy kids who sits in the back drawing, writing, reading, or glaring at my friends (it's not weird). But I would be a hypocrite to say I don't talk. I do, but I know when to shut up and look at the teacher like "Yes, I know exactly what you were just saying." it's either because I'm the best actress in the school or I look to innocently dumb that anyone would think I actually would be having a conversation in the back. So, like always, the teacher yelled but didn't give us homework (can I get a woo hoo!!).
Science! I love my science class because the teacher, Mr. P, is so awesome I can't believe he's retiring next year. I just might cry. hint the might. Anyway, we did vocab, watched a movie, and just learned. Yeah, and I drew some pictures. Hey, with a great pencil comes much time to draw. That made no sense, AT ALL.
History, not at all. All we did was listen to the principal talk about our future, aka High School. It's next year already, I just can't get that through my head. I wonder if I'll just wake up and look in the mirror and have this totally flat stomach and a pretty face and wear more hugging clothes and walk, scratch that, DRIVE to school and get out and have all the guys falling for me. Actually, It's more like getting up at 7:30 rushing around getting ready, eating cereal, and still walking my bother to school while trying to doge the poplar's and getting to my first period on my first day. I'm actually not boy crazy, I have a friend who's got a crush on every guy she lays eyes on, so yeah I know I'm not boy crazy.
Jeez, read me go on about how scared I am for high school next year, at my school there's an 8th grade graduation and my father says "It's stupid 'cause all you're doing is going from 8th grade to 9th." So I say the same things to my friend but I can't help on wondering "But what if it is going from my childhood to typical high school" I'm freaking out of my mind people!!!
So, I guess that's enough for today and I actually just got this blog, and I'm really tired. It doesn't help I have three more math problems to do. I'd like to yell and throw it in the air and be like "AW HECK NO! I GOTTA LIFE AND IT"S BETTER THAN YOU!" <--- love dis randomness. PS THREE THINGS YOU GOTTA REMEMBER~
- You were made for a reason
- Someone out there love you
- No matter what they say, BE FABULOUS
~~~~From, Rose Bush
