As many of you may know, right now is every kid's dream.
Summer.
Although I absolutly hate school work and such I actually can't wait for school to start. Weird right? But here are some of the reasons:
1) Hello friends! I get to see my friends everyday during the school year, since I go to my church school, only a few go to the same church as me. Even then, some don’t go every Saturday. (More on my religion later)
2) Hello Volleyball and Basketball season! I absolutely love sports. Keeps me in shape too, but it is a downer considering my dad is a coach for both. He doesn't treat me any differently during practice though.
3) Hello social life! The only interaction with other human beings during the summer is through Wattpad, Instagram, texting/calling, and the conversation on kik every night.
So I could only benefit from school starting.
BUT, there are always downsides to everything, most I choose to ignore.
1) Schoolwork. Who likes school work? Not me!
2) Interacting with the older kids who think they’re “Too cool” for you. Thankfully, I’m going into the 8th grade and since we are the eldest, interactions with the older kids will be limited. Since JH (Junior High/Middle School) doesn’t really interact all that much with the rest of the academy.
3) WAKING UP EARLY! Who likes waking up early? I am a morning person, but lately ever since I’ve gotten my iPod touch I’ve stayed up till 11 P.M.
ANd those are the pros and cons of going to school.
Now my religion, I didn’t come on Wattpad to talk about politics or religion but since I will talk about it a lot I think its only fair that you know.
I am Seventh-Day-Adventist and I am Christian. They are basically the same thing and the SDA is a version. I’m sorry if it sounds confusing but you’ll catch on later. I’m not Catholic, SDA is when you believe to worship (Go to Church) on the seventh-day of the week, Saturday. I personally was brought up SDA and have gone to one church practically my whole life.and my family is really good friends with the Pastors, (My mom and the Pastor’s wife are practically BFF’s) I know the church like the back of my hand. Mostly because of multiple hide-and-seek games, races, and any other games a kid can think of.
I think that the fact that I basically grew up with the Pastor’s kids and their friends helped sculpt my personality a lot. My parents were all really close friends with the pastor and another family. And most weekends consisted of us going to one of their houses and staying till 10. But one of the downsides is that each family had two kids, me being the eldest. There was me and my younger brother. But all the other older kids were boys and had younger sisters. So I grew up having to live up to being the eldest and I could take down any boy who dared challenge me. So, I grew up all boys being afraid of me. But somehow, I ended up being a super girly-girl. Although I think the whole time I really wasn’t but I always thought everyone wanted me to be. I grew up trying to please everyone.
Especially when school started.
Now I will enter the dark hole (Thats what she said) which is my old school, it was a preparatory school and they expected everyone to get all A’s and B’s, and if you didn’t you would have dire consequences. And since I come from a ‘Smart’ background I was expected to do so also.The first time I got All A’s they sent a letter to my parents and they invited me to a reward show and they handed me a ‘Politeness’ award as well as a ‘Honor Roll’ ribbon.
I was a good kid then.
Then every year I went to that school since then I have gotten that ribbon.
But in 3rd grade a new girl came. I remember my first conversation with her. Our moms were talking about how I would only wear dresses and skirts whereas she would never wear dresses and skirts. Me, being a quiet girl, and her, being the new girl, became the best of friends.
Then the drama starts.
All through 3rd and 4th she kept telling me how the other girls were bullying her. Looking back on it now I realize how naive I was then. None of the things she told me were true. She was lying the whole time. But after the 4th grade my brother and I changed schools because of the “bullies” and my brother was having an academic problem (we later found out that he was dyslexia). And the 5th grade was horrible I was still analysing the whole “bully” thing and I was recovering from trying to be the perfect student.
In the new school popularity didn’t matter, it was all about how funny you were. That is what got you a good life. Me being a quiet girl had trouble adjusting. I knew most people there, though, since it was my church’s school.
I still was shooting for all A’s. Ever since kindergarten I’ve never gotten anything lower than an A for a final grade. And I have always wanted some kind of acknowledgement from my parents for my good grades but instead it had the opposite effect. They are so used to me getting all A’s that they don’t expect anything but A’s. That brings me where I am now. Trying to have a little acknowledgement from my parents. But all they ever focus on is my brother. Now, remember I am a good actor so my parents had always called me a DQ (drama queen) but let me tell you, my brother is the biggest drama queen anyone ever could be.
He is the pickiest eater ever. He can’t have sauce on his pizza, can't have anything but cheese and tortillas in his quesadilla (not even a little piece) or he won’t eat the whole thing. If it is anything out of his comfort zone he won’t eat it. He doesn’t like beans, he basically survives on mac & cheese. The only meat he’ll eat is the McDonalds chicken nuggets (he could have better) and he pours salt on everything he eats. I’m telling you, he eats dessert at every meal. Not saying I don’t but I monitor my food choices to some extent. I guarantee it, he’s going to get diabetes. 1) My dad and Grandpa have it 2) He puts salt on everything and is the most unhealthy eater I’ve ever seen.
Comment your favorite food, and I’ll tell you if he likes it or no, you’ll be surprised on how much he doesn't like.
Now, food alone is a touchy subject for me, I’m practically in love with it. But how sensitive my brother is is very annoying.
Say one thing with a teasing or sarcastic voice against him he will go crying to mommy, literally. I mean seriously kid take a joke.
And just poke him and he'll start crying on how much it hurts.
Remember, he’s going into the 5th grade and he’s 2 years younger than me.
Now, I must get back to memorizing and eating, I’ll be busy all day. That's why I updated so early.
I’m going to start writing another book maybe so look out!
Chapter dedicated to my first commenter @jamieclouds36
Sorry for any mistakes, I appreciate construcive criticism.
