fav happenings of my sophomore year....

1st- undefeated in jv volleyball. 28-0!!
2nd- cheering at football games in the freezing weather
3rd- undefeated jv basketball season. 17-0
4th- going all out @ the boys' basketball games- fros and blue and white makeup
5th- moving up to varsity for b-ball districts and state
6th- beating grace to go to state in basketball
7th- beating each individual team at state- grangeville (defending state champs), soda springs (undefeated that season), and finally valley!!!
8th- the final buzzer of the championship game!!!!!
9th- working hard in track to be able to go to state
10th- teaching the escorts a dance for junior miss

looking back, this has been a very successful, fun, exciting year. but even though i'm sad to see the seniors go and don't want the fun to end, i'm ready for next year and the memories it will bring. i wonder what my favorite memories of my junior year will be:)

ode to shoes

ode to shoes,
those wonderful friends.
for giving me comfort
from beginning to end.

flip-flops, crocs,
and dc's too.
strappies, wedges, ballet
flats and boots.

all serve a purpose
all have a place.
whether for swimming,
hiking, or running a race.

don't take them for granted
keep them in mind
every shoe is important
in all of our lives

last days

the last days are always the longest.
no day the whole year through can compare.
they are the boringest, hardest, worstest, of all.
torture for innocent victims.

the chirping of birds and the light summer breeze
makes focusing on schoolwork difficult.
with temptations outside, the walls of cement
are prison cells keeping us in.


the drone of tired teachers trying to cram
a little more knowledge into our brains
before the summer break fills the school.
but no one listens.

stratching fills the room as impatient students
hurriedly finish final projects. just waiting
for the final bell to announce the freedom
we long for.

the heavy door slammed in my face, almost ripping my paw off in the process. i heard the shriek of young human laughter, then footsteps running away from me. i felt so alone and forgotten. curse these sticky-fingered brats for catnapping me. my mom and all of my siblings were long gone. the only "friends" i had left were the ones in my imagination.

the shed that was my prison cell had one dinky window that let in zero amount of light. but with my super-awesome-cat-night-vision i could make out a small hole in the floor by the door. i squoze my plumpish body through the jagged hole, and made a beeline for the house. the sun was just setting, and my sleek shadow was bounding ahead of me.
i took advantage of the open door to make my way into the mouse-infested garage. the heavenly scent of rodent reached my nose as i prowled through the jungle of cars, grills, bikes, and other human junk. i was beginning to second-guess my sense of keen direction when i saw it. they were the steps leading into heaven, the greatest blessing ever given to a kitten of my size- the steps into the house. without them, adventures into the house would never be possible until i was full grown.
now i was at a loss. i could not possibly open the giant door since i have no opposable thumbs. and i could not break it down because of my lack of size and strength. so i did what all good house-cats do. i meowed and meowed and mewoed. i meowed the hardest i've ever meowed in my life. i meowed until my guts hurt. i meowed.......... and amazingly enough the door opened.
this was the chance i'd been waiting for!!! before the little brats could grab me, i dashed inside and hid under the table. but, unfortunately for me, small human arms can fit under tables too. so before i knew what was happening, i was back in my shack, thinking of my short-lived freedom in the house.

kids just say the darndest things

little kids just make me laugh. on our trip to boise, i got some really good laughs from the things my 4 year-old brother said and did. the first day i saw him, i went over and gave him a big hug and said how much i missed him. he just punched my cheek, scowled, and said, " get away, pesi." then i asked where he got the scratch on his leg, and he told me a cat had climbed into his bed at the hotel and clawed him everywhere! he put so much enthusiasm into this lie that i almost started to believe him.
after spending 2 days in the hot sun, just watching people run, crue started getting a little irritated. his favorite part of vacations is swimming in the hotel pool, and he could not understand why no one else wanted to. so after every single race, he would ask, "how many more runs, grama?" then she would patiently reply, "only about 20 crue" the countdown continued both days until we could finally go home:) poor grama.
crue also loves to chew on things. i don't know if it's a 4 year-old boy thing, or if crue's just weird, but he has a bad habit of chewing on random things. for example, at the track meet, my family went to wendy's for lunch one day, and brought the food back to the track. crue decided to destroy the french-fry box and use it as gum. he put a huge piece in his mouth, and soon had a wad the size of a gumball. (i guess my parents didn't see him doing this.) the soggy cardboard got inhaled, and he was choking on this disgusting mess. so my dad reached in there, pulled it out, and crue went on playing with the rest of the cardboard. i had to laugh because he acted as if everyone chokes on cardboard every now and then.
these kind of stories make me wonder about what's going on in a 4 year-old's head. like did he really think a cat was in his bed that night? or did he think to himself, i'll stick this brown stuff in my mouth and suck on it.? i guess i'll never know.

5 reasons why students are whiners- from a teacher's point of view

1. they always complain about the cell phone rule. do they realize that i'm actually trying to teach them something valuable? when cell phones go off, or if students text while in class, everyone gets distracted. they don't listen to my lesson, and i might as well just talk to the chalkboard.
2. they whine about all the homework i give. homework is necessary for learning. it drills into their brains the concept that we learned that day. and i never give so much homework that they should fall behind. if they really wanted to, they could finish in class every day.
3. they tell me how boring my lessons are. i don't know if they know this, but when they tell me this i really want to slap them. they don't realize that i plan all of my lessons ahead of time, and try to add activities to make them fun. the problem is they're too lazy to do anything, which makes anything they do boring.
4. they tell me i'm grumpy. well maybe i wouldn't be so grumpy if students would hand in their work on time,if i didn't have to stay up late grading papers, if students participated in class, and if they put their cell phones away! they need to realize they're the cause of most of my crankiness.
5. students are cry-babies! they need to know they don't always get their way in life. sometimes they won't get the grade they want, or they'll have to work more than they'd like. part of school is learning responsibility, and the sooner they learn that, the happier they'll be.

5 reasons why teachers annoy the heck out of me, a student

1. they give tons of homework. do they think we don't have lives or something? do they think we have extra time to do all of the busy-work? sometimes i wonder
2. they are grouchy. some teachers are just plain cranky. why be a teacher if you don't like to be around kids? and even if they are having a bad day, they shouldn't take it out on innocent teenagers
3. they are hypocrites. i hate it when teachers say, "no cell phones in class", then when their cell phone rings, their explanation is "it's an emergency". our calls are emergencies too. this is just plain hypocrisy in my book
4. they are monotone. if you're going to talk about something boring, you might as well make it as fun as you possibly can. this might include hitting some different notes on the vocal scale. the purpose of school is to teach, and kids don't learn when they're asleep.
5. the final reason is... dum da da dum!..... teachers are just plain rude/mean/inconsiderate. i hate, hate, hate, it when teachers stare at you like you are the stupidest creature to roam planet Earth. or when they say sarcastically, "did you really just ask that?" teachers need to learn some manners. if they want us to respect them, i think they should give us a little respect.