After 8 weeks of suffering, somedays worse than others, I have adapted to my environment. My ELA class, headed by my female teacher, Mrs. Krueger, has brought me great pain. Its not the kids. Not the work. Not even the teacher. But the classroom its self. Everyday I suffer in the cold atmosphere that attempts to freeze my bones. I shake and I shiver, but the heat won't come. And so I had no choice but to change. In that change, the great holy robe came to my aid. Now I sit here, wrapped in this lovely piece of clothing. A light pink, contrasting my grey worn out dirty jacket. The warmth that the robe has given today and the days ahead now invigorates me with energy, energy that was once gone from me in the past. I now feel like a new person, wrapped in this robe. I sit here able to communicate with my fellow classmates in ela because of this robe. My next step on this journey of warmth, is to bring gloves and a hat. Once I get those achievements, I may treat myself to a great hot giant cup of hot chocolate. No classroom of mine will freeze my bones ever again. I vow that.
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Just to clear things up here, school (and soccer) is my everyday life. Kinda lame.
Honestly, there are so many bad books. I checked out 2 books, and have no desire to read any of them. I proceded to return them and then came out with 2 more books. The books are more on the shorter specturm and they seemed like goo topics, until I opened one of them. It is absoulty trash. Ok, so that is a little harsh. Im really picky about picking out books. I judge books by there title and cover, and the summary has to be catching in order for me to pick it up. One of the books I picked out today I read. The main character was annoying. Im 15 pages in. I personally think that is pretty far. I was going to give up around 5 pages in, but I pushed through. Its like nothing about the book is appealing to me. I hate the way she talks, the setting of the book, and just how annoying she is, even though she hasn't done anything. I haven't opened the second book, I honestly hope it is better then the book I picked out. Wish me luckI love them both. They both are equally pretty, but they do portray different feelings. When I look at a surise, I feel that im rising with the world. I can look at it and slowly become more awake. I think it adds color to the morning. During the morning, the air has this damp icy feeling. Its something I would want to feel like everyday. I can sit outside and do absloutly nothing. I also notice during a sunrise that it goes by much quicker than a sunset. The feeling doesnt last as long and I see it as a prime of the day.
One smile can, start a friendship.
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