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