Diverse

Di-verse 
(adjective)

     showing a great deal of variety; very different

     Why might I be giving you the definition of diverse? Well, person reading this, it's because that is not what this school is. Now I'm not trying to get everyone to dress like me or whatever because dress how ever you want, but not always what LITERALLY EVERYONE is wearing. But there are some kids who do dress different then everyone, which I appreciate them, but not everyone does because they think that they're weird just because they don't look like anyone there. Even in like sports, it has been raining for two weeks so we stayed inside and we got to pick what we wanted to do, so of course I choose basketball, but then I am the ONLY GIRL playing. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy. And since I'm the only one playing, the boys are always messing with me or my ball-which is pathetic if you ask me. But then again I enjoy being looked as different then everyone, even a girl one time told me that she likes to play basketball too and she said that none of her friends wanted to play with her, so she asked if she could play with me, one on one. I WAS ECSTATIC! I really enjoyed that, but she didn't play long which like I don't even care because at least we played for a bit. Also my sister and I wait outside of my school just because I can't drop her off early like at 7:40 or something like that just because no one is out to watch her at her school (which is literally like 5 mins. to walk because their right next to each other) so we wait outside until 7:53, ANYWAYS so we wait and watch kids walk inside and we see the same shoes, the checkerboard Vans or just Vans. Now I'm not saying you can't wear them but like show you own spin on them or something. Like once Alina (my sister) and I saw 5 girls walk into to school and they were all wearing white Vans. Now I really hope that was planned because if not-then I don't even know anymore. So yeah, that's it I have nothing else to say. You know I really don't know how to end these thingys...OH WELL bye :)

Little Update

     So I feel like my grades have been slipping. I have never gotten this many twos IN MY LIFE! Also the school day is longer, we start at 8:00 and end at 3:23. Like I used to wake up at eight sometimes. But the good thing is that lunch over here is WAY better. I overheard some kids saying-and I quote, "Ugh! This lunch is disgusting." And I'm just like-to myself, "Have you seen the lunches at my other school?" Anyways, another good thing is that on June 11th I get to go with the all of 7th grade to Noah's Ark, which I've NEVER been to before. So I'm happy about that. Also-no yeah that's it----WAIT! I finally got to read The Hate U Give this year. It was such a good book. Now I guess that's all I have to say. Till the next blog post, people who are reading this. :) (I have a computer so can't use emojis, HA that's funny..)

                                                                                                       

Another Day

     I walk into my ELA class the next day, after the incident that happened the day before, and sit down in my seat, which just so happened to be right across for Bob.* I get my thing out for class and start reading my book. At the corner of my eye I see someone walk past I look up to see Bob sit in his seat and get his things out for class. i find myself staring at him but then quickly look down at my book once I see that he looks at me. I feel as if someone throw water on me then it disappeared.

     After class, I had 8th grade lunch so I walked quietly to my locker and through all of my stuff at the bottom of my locker, grab my ID and two falcon dollars for recess. I wait for my friends to walk by so I could walk with them to lunch. As my friends and I waited to get called to lunch we talked for a bit. Then to teacher says, "Alright, you guys can go get lunch." As she puts two fingers on the table and points to the where the lunch is with her other hand.  My friend Sarah and I get up and to the pizza line, after we got pizza we both grabbed a milk and headed to our table. "Look there's Hailey." Some kid calls out from behind. I hesitate to look behind but I found myself looking at an 8th grade boy standing next to Bob. I turn away and sit down and pretend that nothing happened.


     *That's not his real name

My Whole School Day

     1st Hour: Advisory (Homeroom, 2 days a week) Empower Hour ( It's like have Study hall and stuff like that and I have it for 3 days a week)
     2nd Hour: Art (B days) Music (A Days)
     3rd Hour: Science
     4th Hour: Language Arts
     5th Hour: Math
     Lunch
     6th Hour: Reading
     7th Hour: Gym (A Days) Spanish (B Days)
     8th Hour: Social Studies

     They call it Hours and the class is only 45 mins. So that's my day over here. :)
   

"Wait, what?" (Hey, Hailey:Part One)

     I sigh at the fact that it's windy on such a nice day, but I'm cut by the sound of eighth graders walking behind me. But I brush it off because I was listening to music. Then I hear someone yelling to try to get someones attention. "Hey, Hailey!" kept hearing but it got closer and closer and soon a boy from my eighth grade class was standing right in front of me with his hand out. I look up and down at his hand and back at him, and I knew what it meant when someone puts their hand out, it means to give them a hand shake. So I gave him a hand shake and he just ran back to where his friends were and I was just thinking, "Wait, what?" I was so confused at to what had happened. "Does he think my name is Hailey?" I ask myself. But I let it slide and continue walking.

Rant about school over here

     So I have been here for only one whole week plus two days and through all of that time it has been good then bad. Good because...there was no good. Bad because of the teachers. And I'm not talking bad or trying to disrespect but there all just bitter and they yell to much. Now I understand that some students make that happen but not every second of the class, and I have 8 classes so that means 8 teachers to deal with everyday! Everyday I have 8 classes! I loved the teachers back at Heritage. Sure they yelled sometimes but they were all cool-I never thought I would type those words. I miss them because you could like mess around-to a point-which was so fun and that's what made want to come to school everyday. So yeah that's I have to say.

"Hey, Hailey!" What's it About

     So these events really did happen, and for a reason I don't know, but I'm just going to tell you what it's about. So there was this kid in one of my classes and the name of that kid I won't tell-for his sake. Also to be a little more specific he was in my 8th grade class. Anyways he-wait we should give him a name..lets call him Bob because it's easy to spell and it's funny so...Bob would call me Hailey in the hallway or after school and stuff like that, even his friends would call me that too. So I'm going to write kind of like a story about this-or series if you will, about the events that happened. So yeah that's it,and expect this story or new chapters to come like every week I guess. That's all I have to say about it, also I wonder if he's going to read this or not..THAT would be something right there.

New Beginnings

     So my first day of school was crazy. I started off by taking a tour of the school, then seeing where my locker was and the combo. I have 8 classes now and I don't like it at all. Also I now always have 7th grade lunch which feels weird. Also for some reason, every time I tell someone that the classes over there were 80 minutes their like, "Oh! Really?" Which I don't understand. Anyways, so as I was going to one of my classes, a girl came up to me at my locker and asked me if I was new. So I say yes, because I am, then she asked if I went to Roosevelt, so I said yes because I did. Then I started walking to my next class but I turns out that she had the same class too. So why am I telling you this? Is it because you made a new friend? NOPE! It's because, the girl that was talking to me was my best friend in elementary school! She still looks the same and I don't know why two and two did not click in my brain. It shows what kind of a friend I am. So at the end of the day, I went home with my little sister and mom, and I was telling them what kind of day I had. Also just one more thing to add, I saw a lot of people i went to elementary school with and they were just looking at me and didn't say anything, and I'm just like, "BRO! You have a mouth you can say 'Hi.' to me! And I'm not going to say anything because you're not." So I guess that's all I have to say, but I do miss having 4 classes and having an 8th grade class but I'll just bury my head into my computer* and write and rant about school over here. **


*They give us computers over here.

**Also I don't have to wear a uniform and I can wear a sweaters with hoods on them, AND I get to bring my phone to lunch everyday! Okay, I'll stop bragging.

Where is Andreia?

    You know what's funny is that I ask myself the same question. I still feel like I'm in Illinois but I know I'm in Wisconsin, like it's just not processing through my tiny brain. Anyways, this is for my friends, if their reading this anyways. I just wanted to say that I'm fine and that I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, and it's not like I knew sooner either so we're on the same page..kinda. But I guess the only thing I don't miss is the uniforms, but then again, I really didn't mind. Also I'm now realizing that other people can see this besides my friends, and to them I say…Hello, I'm Andreia the one who just moved in the time span of two days. I'm definitely a normal person.. Also to my friends I will be ranting on my blog so catch up on me here.  :)

I Believe I-Can’t Fly? (Sol 2019)

     “Andreia! Alina!” Ayanna says. “Huh?” We reply from the branches of the tree from our backyard. “Come on, lets go to the park.” “Alright.” Alina says as she jumps from the branch onto the grass below. “Andreia! Come down, we’re leaving.” “Okay, wait I’m coming.” I say as I’m looking at the height of the jump I’m about to take. I take one step and- “Ahhhh!” Right into the grass below, face first. My sisters laugh as I get up and look at them with an Are You Kidding Me face on. I walk back into the house with my hand on my head in embarrassment.

   

Who’s Your Favorite Artist? (Sol 2019)

     “Snuggles,* who’s your favorite artist?” “Uh..” I was hesitant, “Billie Eilish.” There was a long silence, well at least it felt like it. “Oh my gosh Snuggles, I didn’t know you related to her?” Ayanna says. I chuckle, “Yeah I do.” “What’s your favorite song? Mine, right now are when the party’s over and lovely.”  I reply quickly, “I like when the party’s over too but I also like bellyache.” I smile as I say that because finally something my sister and I had in common. Especially since I haven’t talked her in years.

*Snuggles was my nickname that my family gave me. I told them to stop calling my that when I was about 9 but my sister didn’t listen.

Red Scarf Girl (Book Clubs)

     The book I’m reading is the Red Scarf Girl and so far I really like the book. I think that it tells the story really well. But sometimes the time line is like all over the place so at time is gets a little confusing. But over all it’s really good. For my Book Club I think that the conversations we have are really good. We keep the conversation going to the whole time and I really enjoy it.

     The people in my group are Kimberly,Mia,Sarah and Citlali. I think that Sarah does a really nice job on saying, “Well what if?” or “Maybe..” Which I think really helps with the conversation. Citlali does a nice job on elaborating on what others say and putting her own ideas in. Mia is really good at listening to what others have to say and adding on to what others say. Kimberly is really good at relating things back to other books or things she has seen. So I’d say that I really like book clubs and the people in my group.

Art Block (Sol 2019)

       “Ugh!” I say as I look at a blank piece of paper with a pencil in my hand. “There is nothing to draw.” I thought. I sit there in thought to a few seconds then..“Wait!” I shouted. I had an image in my head, a profile picture of a girl with bangs and big eyes with a small nose and full lips. “But wait..where do I start?” I say with frustration.

Nothing (Sol 2019)

     Sitting in my cold seat after just walking up the long stairs because we took a 7th grade group picture. “Uhm.” I thought. I open a new tap and click My Blogs Literally to look back at my old slices I did back in 6th grade. I cringe at most of them. “Nothing.” I thought. I sigh at the fact that I have nothing to write about. Then I thought, “I might as well write about this because a Slice of Life doesn’t have to be interesting.” So I just started writing about what happened.

Artist v.s. Other People: Who Are You Drawing?

Other People: “Oh I’m just drawing a relative.”

Artist: “Uh, I don’t know. I was just drawing and this cam out.”*


*Since I’m a fellow artist, when someone asks me who I’m drawing I say I don’t know because I think most artist don’t know what or who their drawing. Also it gets a bit annoying because I know the person asking means no harm but if you keep asking it gets a little annoying. So yeah..that’s it.

My Thoughts On: Reading

     You know I actually enjoy reading. I know to most kids my age are just reading for their homework but for me it’s just for the fun of it. And for me I have to be interested in the book other wise I will not give it the time of day. I don’t know if it’s just me or.. But anyways, I love to read especially romance novels like Five Feet Apart, The Fault in Our Starts and To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, which all of these books I recommend.

My Thoughts On: Thoughts

     Is it just me or it’s kind of weird that like you can talk to yourself in your head and no one hears you. Like you’re probably not reading this out loud you’re reading in your head and only you can hear. Like that’s cool but weird, or it’s just me, I don’t know.

Artists v.s. Other People: Finished Drawings

Other People: “Hey, this actually looks good. I’m proud of it.”

Artist: “What is this? The eye is to small and the lips aren’t the right size for the person, and the head shape- I don’t even know.”

About Me 7th Grade Edition (yay)

So I’m still short BUT I’m not 4’10 anymore I’m 4’11 so that’s an improvement. I still love to draw (obviously) my favorite color is really any shade of blue. I love gym shoes (especially Jordans) since there is nothing else to add, here are my horrible drawings. (yay) (also do not read any of my blogs from last year. Or like whatever I posted, like you shouldn’t even be reading this. But whatever.)

(My favorite

(This is my friends favorite)

Rambling (SOL 2019)

     It had been hours since my mom and her friends left the house. It felt like days. It was already 10 O’clock and my sister, Alina, and I have been talking because we were both grounded from everything. We had a lot of time on our hands. But Alina has been rambling on about Harry Potter while I intently listened with my hands on my stomach saying “Mhm.” After every two sentences she said. Alina was rambling on and on about Harry and Hermione, about how much she hated Vlodemort. To end the night Alina says “I really-” she takes a deep breath, “hate Voldemort. Don’t even get me started.”