Winter. Winter is torture. Chapped Lips. Wearing puffy jackets. Staying inside. Those tech glove thingies don’t work! I try to play on my phone, and they don’t work! Wearing bazillions of blankets, then you’re warm, so you take some off, then you’re cold. If you take a shower, then go outside, your hair freezes. Feeling smothered to death in winter clothes. Teachers saying, “we had four days off, why isn’t this project done?” Like, I got a life too, ya know? No sunlight. And worst of all, IN GYM, I’M WEARING SHORTS AND WE STILL HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE, EVEN THOUGH IT’S BELOW FREEZING!!!

Perfection. I HATE perfection. What even is perfection? Is there a definition for perfection? Say you’re cooking. First, it had to be healthy. Then, it had to taste good. And now it has to look good?! No matter what you do, they’re just gonna keep raising the bar. “Be the best you can be!” I used to live by that motto. The best I can be isn’t perfect. The best I can be is good. And good is good enough to me. But since I live in a judgemental society, good isn’t good. Good is bad. It’s like I have to be perfect. The world is telling me to express myself, so I sing. But I’m a bad singer. So society tells me that, and basically tells me to stop singing, because I’m bad at singing. So, I have to make it funny. So, I sing worse than before, so people think I’m joking. Now they think I’m funny, but they also think I’m a HORRIBLE singer. And people think they have to be mean, to be accepted. It’s like actual jokes aren’t funny anymore. It’s like violence is now more funny than actual humor. Also, people think that being mean will distract people from their own flaws. People are only mean because they are insecure. People that express themselves are classified as “weird”. Unknown things are “weird”. And if something is “weird”, people will make fun of it, until it becomes unhappy. Now, it’s classified as normal, but it’s also sad. Sad because they can’t express themselves anymore. Then they end up feeling like it’s their fault that they’re unhappy. Which it’s not. They did nothing wrong. Society did something wrong.

I just finished this book called “A Long Walk To Water”. It’s a really good book. It’s about this guy named Salva Dut and when he was young, he had to leave his home because if the war that was going on is his country, Sudan. There’s also another character, Nya. Nya lives in the same country, but her story starts in 2008, whereas Salva’s story begins in the 80s. Nya is also made-up. I give this book a 10 out of 10, and I recommend you read it immediately.

Every day, English opens a new chapter. I will pick up my books and pens and take down the monster that is known as doubt.  In English there is no limit to what you can write or what you can read. I will explore new ideas in my daily writing with creativity. I will listen and be involved for the better of the class.

 

This room is where we are on the same team, so we will forgive and understand because everyone has a story. We express ourselves with confidence. Staying focused and showing kindness to others will be the key to success for this year. This is the room where you can be yourself.

Be kind to everyone, everywhere, everyday.

 

We’re savage–no one can change that. In the end there is one thing you need to take away from this class, and that is…… YOU CAN DO IT!

 

So that’s my English class’s mission statement. A mission statement is a statement where you state your mission. The process of making that was really hard, and at times really boring. But it was all worth it, because the final result is amazing. We listened to other mission statements. Those mission statements generated ideas. We wrote those ideas down in our notebooks. Then, we put those ideas into a first rough draft. That rough draft was later put onto a poster. That poster was read aloud to the class. The class shared phrases they liked. Those phrases were written down into Miss. Haseltine’s notebook. We took all of the phrases and individually wrote our last rough draft. Miss. Haseltine took those final rough drafts. And make an amazing final copy.

 

The hardest and worst part of the process was probably the beginning. It was kind of slow, but very progressive. The easiest part was working with my partner. I work well with others. The most bestest part of the whole process was sharing my mission statement with the class. I love presenting, no matter what it is.

 

My English class desperately needs a mission statement. Some of the things in our mission statement aren’t how we act, but goals of how we should act. I think that if we say this daily (which we do) the ideas expressed in this statement will slowly improve the behavior of our class.

The super bowl was yesterday. I know this is a very uncommon opinion, but I HATE FOOTBALL. I know the names of the teams, but that’s pretty much it. For the 2017 Super Bowl, the Patriots versed the Falcons, and the Patriots won. The Patriots were in the Super Bowl a few years ago, and I think they won. Don’t hate on me, but they cheated. They did something to something, and they cheated. BOO PATRIOTS! And also, BOO FOOTBALL!

 

Omg! I haven’t blogged in what seems like years. Every single time I felt like blogging, something always came up, like dinner, or I got a text or something. But, now, I’m back. I’ll be blogging a lot now, so expect like 15ish posts a week. I know that seems like a lot, but it’s me we’re talking about. I mean, I’ve could write 100 in a weekend if I was “in the mood”.