I Feel In Control of My Life


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. Song/video of today is a song called “Same Love” by the one and only Macklemore! I’m still waiting for him to compose some new songs with someone, but I guess as they say, never to rush perfection. Anyway, a heads up before watching this song. This song IS about “gay marriage” so if you feel slightly offended by it, by all means you have the choice not to watch it. I support “gay marriage”, but respect your beliefs. I put this song to provide a good, positive message and cause it has a nice beat to it. Enjoy!

Lately, I just feel great. Kind of up to date with everything I’m doing. I’ll explain later on in the post. So my usual routine of waking up got back into the normal jist. I was able to wake up easy and normal, but this time the cold of the outside had finally entered our house, leaving my feet cold and hard to walk out of bed from. My room was a complete mess. No joke. If I had a phone or camera to prove it, you would agree as well. I, myself, believe I’m gonna have to clean it up. When my Dad woke me up around 5:30 in the morning, I woke up straight away and tried to find myself some clothes. I decided to wear the same jacket from a couple of days ago. Probably something I wore last week. It’s the “Running” jacket and the same jeans I have been wearing for the past 3 days that can keep my legs warm. Once I went downstairs, I brushed my teeth and washed my face and then got all my stuff organized in my backpack (this time no Pop-Tarts to be placed in my backpack since I ran out). My Mom later on came downstairs and applied the acne creme and left the house with my Dad. While she left, I played a little bit on the computer. Minecraft FTW!

My Mom came back in the matter of 15 minutes and she gave me her hugs and kisses, then I left to the bus-stop. Surprisingly, Markel wasn’t already coming to the bus-stop and I was the only one there waiting. I tried to sit on the green power-box, but the cold surface froze my butt, so I decided to stand. Sarah came around and she was wearing a sort of dress with a sleeveless bra that looked like something a Hawaiian would wear with a transparent silk jacket on top of it. I thought she was crazy for wearing that. So much of her skin was exposed out in the cold, but yet she wasn’t affected. I talked to her about the upcoming Football game and then we both talked a little bit about where Markel was and in that moment we saw Markel exit his house and walk over to the bus-stop towards us. The bus came in what seemed to be no time. I got on the bus with much more confidence. Not really caring if I could find a seat because I was cool with most of the people in the back of the bus and nearly the main attention since I was the only one that talked on the bus when we drove back home. There were no empty seats, so instead I sat next to this Colombian dude, who I sat next to many times and we were cold. We talked for a brief minute about how cold it was outside and then I stayed quiet, trying to re-coop from the cold and take in the warm air-conditioning.

When we arrived at the school, Eric walked out of the bus with me at the same time, so I talked to him a little bit and asked about the last Basketball game (yesterday we had another long basketball game [not the “Epic Basketball Game”, that was two days ago]). He admitted he was sore and that was it. I pushed on through the crowd to catch up with Markel and asked him if he was feeling sore. Turns out both of them had turned out sore from the game. I had not felt the effects surprisingly. The breakfast isle was serving my favorite meal, only I did not have the taste buds or tolerance to eat a protein meal with a biscuit ontop. So I ate 3/4 of it and then finished my orange juice. When I entered the P.E. room, I sat next to Chris, it being Chris and I only. Keila came later, but Chris had not spoken a single word until Keila and I talked till Coach Pierce came and called roll. Coach Pierce called Chris’s name about 4 times, but Chris had zoned out or was not paying attention. I called Chris’s attention and Chris said “here”. One of the worst decisions he could make. Coach Pierce gave him the death stare. THE DEATH STARE. He told him exactly these words “I guess I’m gonna have to get a little closer with you” and I held back tears of laughter. Coach Pierce gets pissed off when someone doesn’t answer when he calls roll, but this was rape! D:

Once he called my name, I said “Here” and then went into the locker room and came out changed. I played my game with the same people I played with yesterday. I didn’t get to post about yesterday since on Wednesdays normally, I have family time with my family, which means no electronics. So sorry. All I can say is that my team won and I made amazing shots along with a nice trick-shot. Today I won again. I messed up a bit, you know. Since it’s 7 o’clock in the morning! But otherwise, I did pretty good. Making some nice 3 pointer shots that made the enemy team gawk for awhile. Finally, P.E. ended and we went back in the locker rooms and then came back out changed in proper, un-sweaty clothes.

Honors Language Arts was something I could catch up with. We did our Bellwork, no SSR Reading though. For the rest of the time, we watched the Adventures of Odysseus on film and took a paper where we took notes of the movie in empty blanks for a grade. So far I got most of the questions down, except for this one question that confused me and I didn’t pay attention to. The period was otherwise, chill. Nothing too much I couldn’t handle. Though we had a test on Part I of the Adventures of Odysseus, which is a story we’ve been focusing on for about a week and a half. With the study-guide she returned to us, I had it in the bag,

In Honors Biology, we had to do a lab that was related to the topic we were learning about, Enzymes. Some of it was sticking to me, but most of it was not making sense at all. I just winged it throughout the class and tried to get most of the lab work done. At the end of the class, I asked my teacher if I could get an Advisement pass for extra help on the class. I asked yesterday for one too, but did not get to post about it either. Sorry. 😦

In Accelerated Math, I was actually participating in answering questions and tried to keep a good mood as I was learning tips for acing the test tomorrow. Yeah. I know. Test on Honors Language Arts and a Vocabulary quiz in Honors Language Arts, along with a test in Math? Gosh, my Friday’s gonna be stressing. But I felt in control while I was participating, because when I didn’t understand the questions and how I could get to the answers I directly asked the teacher as she was teaching how that was that in the exampled equations like a confident person. More like I didn’t care what other people thought and I just wanted to get an A in her class. I feel particularly confident about the test. That’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. Literally.

Before going to guided study class before French I went to my Honors Biology teacher and her help explain to me the lab. As I was filling in information that recorded my presence for the extra help, I heard someone walk from behind and I assumed it was my Honors Biology teacher but apparently it was this really cute girl who I could assume was a Senior or Junior. I talked and asked her a sentence saying my teacher’s name as if the girl was the teacher and asked the question about the information. In that split second, I realized that it wasn’t the teacher and told her sorry and to not make it awkward I said “That was weird”, which made her laugh. Great, I made that cute Junior/Senior girl laugh. My Honors Biology teacher was an awesome teacher to have help me when it was just a one on one experience and she helped explain a lot of the work, but she was a kind of teacher that wanted me to figure it out on my own, which is not my style. Otherwise, the extra help really helped.

French wasn’t all that good. Casey had finally come back after awhile of not going to school. So I tried to catch up with him on a few things during our Guided Study. Then we went to Lunch and I ate my favorite lunch. Waffles with chicken breast and syrup along with a nice milk and an apple. Awesomeness! In French we had to work on a new lesson referring to genders still but how to say “my” or “your” in plural or singular in masculine or feminine format. We were also reminded our “Ma Famile” project was due tomorrow. Yes. Two quizzes in Honors Language Arts, 1 test in Accelerated Math, and a project in French. This Friday could not get any more packed. But for the most part the class continued on gradually and ended nicely for me. Once again, I felt like I was paying attention more in class and was in control of what was going on around me.

Digital Technology was another awesome class. I finished my stinkin’ Baby Catch Project, confident I got a 100% on it, and moved to the Diver Race game. My classmates on my side noticed me doing it and them being 2 assignments ahead of me, they said I was going to kill myself doing the Diver Race project since it took them 3 days to finish it. I finished the majority of that project in 1 day. Another funny thing about it in class was that a girl that usually talks too much in class walked by my row of tables and Alexis on my row of tables stretched his hand out on accident and smacked her in the boob. Her being obviously traumatized, she held the boob he smacked accidentally and walked past me. I don’t why or how, but I looked at her boob as she was clutching it and said “Is that a B size?”. I was saying it to myself, not asking her, but said it aloud. Apparently she was offended by the question even though she goes to a ghetto school anyway and felt the need to go ask the teacher if what I asked was a private question, grabbing everyone else’s attention. But me, being in control of the situation, put her drama to a rest and said seriously that she was overreacting and that I never asked her the question and that it’s not even a big question to ask in the first place. Most of the guys agreed. Of course the prissy white girls and the teacher did not, but I didn’t care. I was in CONTROL of my own situation and I owned it! At least that’s what I think.

When the bell rang, we all went to our buses and I went to my bus. #42 is my bus number. When I entered the bus, Sarah came on the bus with a group of stylish balloons hanging over her with a big bag of goodies. She showed me and it was 4 king-size bags of different tasty candies. I yelled out begging for some, which grabbed Eric and Markel’s attention. She didn’t share, but did share that it was her birthday. Everybody on the bus wished her a happy birthday. Then Eric, Markel, Sarah, and I talked as the 4 of us as best friends. Then, we took one of the balloons and sucked the helium one by one on the bus, making funny noises that we all died laughing to, but seemed to annoy a lot of people on the bus. It was hilarious anyway. We did this until we got to our neighborhood and then got dropped off and walked to our houses. I studied inside my house for the upcoming tests and still have to work on my project. Markel asked for me to come outside and we ended up playing an aggressive game of basketball for practice. My shins decided to hurt now all of the sudden, but I played. We were going up to 15 points and counted all shots as 1 point. The score was Markel 15 and me 14. I was so close to beating Markel, but I was so tired by then, I nearly gave up. We both tired each other out when we played Basketball. After the game we went home and I drunk 2 full cups of water and ate my dinner, making my stomach heavy. And that was pretty much it for the day.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

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I Feel Much Lazier (and Fatter)


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life! I will quickly give you guys the daily song/video of the day for you to enjoy! The song for today will be a song called “Warrior’s Call” from a band called Volbeat. Yes, for those Pokemon fans, it is the name of a bug Pokemon. Nonetheless, it’s a good song, so long as I believe. It may not be your cup of tea, but I enjoy it and I post things I enjoy here. So .. enjoy!

Now to the day; I shall skip through the day up until we took the Math CRCT. Though, I do have to mention that I saw Aziayahs again (I still don’t know how to pronounce his name D:) and I talked with him on the way about memories in the neighborhood and finally, now that he’s been around my school, I’ve actually taken the time to comprehend how much I left from the neighborhood. I love my new house. No doubt about it. I hated my old house. But the neighborhood .. it had something special to it that I cannot explain by words. Well, probably I could, but that will be for a later time. On the other note, I was actually acting properly in front of Mrs. Flowers. Usually, whenever she would question me and make sure I was listening to her when I was slightly not paying attention to her, I would stutter which would cause a commotion in the classroom and draw attention. Surprisingly, without my own awareness, I said with ease “yes m’a’m” and “yes” without any problems of stuttering. I was able to go through the day.

The Math CRCT was harder than none other. Even though that sentence is quite contradictory, I believe it was one of the hardest CRCT experiences I have encounter (at least the hardest experience I remember). I hope it doesn’t go the same with Science. Oh gosh. The funny thing about the Math CRCT was the fact that the majority of the questions consisted of Geometry more than any topic of choice in Math. I was really ticked off to see this. Of course they gave me the hardest topic for me to understand in Math. My feelings for making an exceeding on the Math CRCT were now not so high as I was previously feeling. Though I still have a bit of confidence in me and I believe I will make an exceeding. Hopefully. Fingers crossed.

The day, throughout, was not that particularly exciting. Maybe interesting, but not entirely exciting. I did talk and walk with Eric like we both did last time at P.E.; the both of us talked about how school was, how we were feeling, such and such of random things. Oh, and right before my homeroom class finished the Math CRCT and came back from eating food outside the school building, Mrs. Flowers randomly, out of the blue, on the spur of the moment, notified me that I was needed upstairs. The news was surprising. What for? I wondered. I went upstairs and found that one of the teachers I had previously seen with my Math teacher was there. She began talking to me and telling me that I wasn’t in trouble to start with. She just told me that she would need me to call my Dad or Mom back at home if they were okay with me watching Night at the Museum with our homeroom class. At first, the idea of my parents NOT being okay with that was about the most ridiculous thing I heard since I heard Connor say I talked the most in Mr. Dyches’s class. But, I obliged, and called with the use of the woman’s cellphone. I tried to imagine how my parents would feel if they got a call out of the blue from me while was in school. That would not sound good at first to them. xD

I told my Dad (who was the one who answered) about the information then asked them finally and they said yes of course. The woman checked my name off the list and then allowed me to go back to class. I went back to class awkwardly while everyone was seated at their seats. An array of questions rose from friends of mine in the classroom.

“What happened?” they all asked curiously.

I told them about it and then made my way to next period.

Yeah, now that I remembered this piece of information I went full in remembering details, but trying to not mention every single detail.

Now, to the point of the title of this post. When I came back to the house, I felt a lazy feeling. My Mom cooked pizza for us and I ate it with much satisfaction. I ate a bunch of other foods and managed to convince my Mom to allow me to eat another pizza. I looked at my stomach afterwards when I went down to the basement and read a book. It was fattening! Oh my gosh… I hate being fat. I had not done any exercises after in P.E. they did not do warm-ups. I tried to do at least 10 push-ups, but was barely motivated to do 2 push-ups. It makes feel sad. Usually, I would think about how obese people are struggling with doing exercises and saying it’s hard and say that all you have to do is TRY. But now I understand. I understand it clearly now. I HAVE to get back into shape. Starting from now, I’m going to continue to do exercises and work out my body.

This post just became an inspiration of speech. Lol. But anyway, I’ve pretty much summarized my whole day really simply. I’m sorry, that I have not brought you all REALLY LONG POSTS as much people have requested in the poll on the side of my blog. I don’t have much time. I should not even be writing this now. But I love blogging and it keeps me aware of my days, plus I want to read my daily life when I grow older to the point where I can actually see every detail in these posts. It would be nice. 🙂 EVERYTHING HAS LED UP TO NOW.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

I Hate “A Tale of Two Cities” and We’re Moving?!


Hello guys, Andrew here, bringing you back another beautifully made post. Well, actually this post being beautiful and all is up to your decision. Anyway, I had a pretty much depressing day to talk about, so please listen up! I bet you are ALL eager to read on.

So recently, well not recently, but a few weeks ago, I believe, I started reading a book called “A Tale of Two Cities”, written by the classic Charles Dickens. And if you don’t know who he is, let me explain: he is the person who wrote the Christmas Carol and many more classics. I don’t think that is too much to know, unless you haven’t read Christmas Carol, and I am assuming you are the age of 5 years old. But back on topic, I have started reading Charles Dickens’ ‘supposed to be’ classic book “A Tale of Two Cities” where, in short, he talks about the two cities of France and England, I believe.

So I thought, “What the heck, let’s just do it!”

Last mistake, I will ever make! It is very boring and I believe it something you can easily stop reading without hesitation! In my school course they even noted me that this monotonous book had actually been nominated for something big “in that year” for making a book with the most words? What? Never knew that was achievable, but oh well . . . In my short review, I think this book is very boring and has only gripped my attention once and that was because I was waiting for something to excite me. I guess if you’re more of a hard-core mystery/history fan, this book will suite you. Unfortunately for me, I’m more of a Fiction, Drama, and Fantasy type of guy who reads Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and Hunger Games books.

Now that I have bored you enough with my worthless rant about a book you probably are not going to read, unless you go to my school and fell into the same trap as I did reading thinking this book was good or in the near future, let me go on to our next topic of Tuesday. Yes we are currently talking about Tuesday at the moment. 🙂

So, apparently, we are moving. Now already mentioning this, I feel like I am betraying my mother by spilling out the gossip, but I feel the need to mention it since this is sort of like a diary blog to me, and I must know what happened during my time when I was a 13 year old at the age of 20. So yeah, we’re moving. I’m not going to explain why, but we are, simple. We’re most likely moving to a smaller house (my worst nightmare: one story house) unless my father’s market is picking up in the pace he wants it to go, then, hopefully, by the grace of God, we’ll move into a BETTER house. But it is inevitable, we ARE moving. You probably don’t care, sitting on your chairs, reading this post, but I have a lot of friends in my neighborhood, and I feel like I actually fit in. Now I have to move?

I’m trying to cope with it at the moment, even though I go on unsuccessful. Anyway, that’s about it for today’s post! I hope you enjoyed my ranting, depressing day that you so much want to leave a comment about YOUR most depressing day and you might just like it! Thanks for reading!

-ACP

A Fast . . . From Video Games!!


Hey guys, Andrew here. I know I haven’t talked or posted for you guys for a long time, but I guess I might update a little bit about what’s been happening the past week. Tomorrow we’re supposed to be going into Saturday, my first break in the first week of school.

So yes, in Georgia, everyone has started school, even my online charter school has decided to start. It is a big change in schedule since I am so used to sleep late in the day and play video games during the weekday. Unfortunately, I won’t be doing any of that video game business any more. Not even during the weekend! My mother has told me she wants me to work REALLY hard to become #1 class student and get a scholarship. So in order to do that, I need to have ultimate dedication and complete focus.

So yes, that means I cannot play, at least my mother says, until Christmas break. She’s even stuffed my PlayStation 3 with the games in a box so she can put in her book, so yes, it’s getting serious here. Lately, with all the focus and less distractions around the house, I have been getting a lot of 100% grades on Science and Math, so I guess that’s a win, since those are my weakest subjects (counting it from last year on the CRCT). Though I am falling back on Social Studies. I do that subject last seeing that it’s not the most important, even though I enjoy it. And I’ve already failed two tests with a staggering 70% grade. Of course, in our school, I re-did the test and went from there, but I feel like I’m falling behind easily. I don’t want to fall behind, I want to go in front. 😛

Lately, more people have been coming outside more often. So that’s another plus on the week. I see, surprisingly, more dark-skinned teenage girls outside. I don’t want to say black cause that would racist. xD My fish tank has lately been getting real dirty, so I’ll probably have to clean it up. And oh oh ! I forgot to mention! Spikey died a week ago! It was pretty sad, but it did not affect me as much since 1. I was playing Skyrim when the death occurred. And 2. I did not spend time with him as much, so I couldn’t really call him my pet as much.

Most of the neighborhood actually came over and mourned with us over the funeral of Spikey. Of course the mourns were in sarcasm and we threw in some funny jokes, we had an overall great time! So I still have school work to do, that is all that has happened lately, I’ll probably post tomorrow but oh well, I don’t know what will happen. This post was a little shorter from the usual ones.

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I’ve Got the Weirdest Advanced Social Studies Teacher


Yeah, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to post earlier today. I was busy with my friends and school. Anyway to talk about today. Woke up; drowsy. I got an e-mail from my ex, Sabourah. It’s starting to get annoying. She keeps sending me shitty e-mails or “plz cal mee” e-mails. I’m at the point of permanently removing her off my contacts list and blocking her e-mails, if I can do that. Once I woke up I get this weird k-mail from a teacher named Ms. Lewis (Audrey Lewis) saying that she was my new homeroom teacher. Now at this point I’m thinking “Uh, no! I already have a homeroom teacher, and her name is Ms. Hill”. I don’t know what’s going on. Until I start guessing things. What if I got put into the advanced class?

I didn’t have time to think about that when I was getting into my ELA/LIT class. I had a new teacher, her name was NOT Ms. Johnson. It was some other name I can’t remember. She spoke in a squeaky chipmunk voice which really annoyed me throughout the class. I couldn’t listen properly to what she was saying because her squeaky alvin the chipmunk voice was getting on my nerves. After that class was done I moved into Math class. Surely I would see my REAL homeroom teacher, Ms. Hill, there because she was always Math teacher. But no! Surprisingly, it was the same teacher that had sent an e-mail to me 2 hours ago about being my new homeroom. I was shocked. It was true. I was put in the ALP class. O_O

After studying in Math I moved to the next class. Into a rather weird and scary Social Studies class. Since I knew it was my new ALP Social Studies teacher I decided to go along with it smoothly. But no, our Social Studies teacher, Ms. Lowe (Gentry Lowe) was too busy going on and off. She spoke sometimes in a Russian accent, a German accent, and then weirdly into a French accent. She was JUST WEIRD! I couldn’t take it really. I didn’t feel like I was reviewing for the exams. We played a game of jeopardy referring to the exams. But I didn’t feel like I learned anything. I felt like I just went through a trivia question game. Oh well. The class went on and on for more then an hour and a half until Ms. Lowe had finally announced happily/excitingly that the girls had won the jeopardy game. I REALLY didn’t give a f*ck.

So the day went on and I got to meet my new Life Science teacher. 🙂 She was the only decent teacher other then my Math teacher. I got through the rest of the day, through my subjects until I eventually went outside to meet the Middle Schoolers. My friend, Simon came outside secretly so we could shoot some basketball hoops. I don’t really like basketball as much, but what the hell. 😐 Eventually another neighbor named Nicholas came outside, along with my sisters. They climbed on a railing in the entrance of the neighborhood which I politely told them NOT TO! But Ms. Kacey comes into the situation and thinks once they get off that I told them to get off once she came. Ms. Kacey told us to go home and that she will be meeting our parents. I didn’t give a flipping fuck about what she said.

Simon and I stayed outside. Until Ms. Kacey went to my house and boldly said that she was going to call the police on us. Well she did, and I took care of the situation. The policeman was actually rather nice. He had a british accent and a little scar on his cheek. I kind of felt gangsterish sitting down with Simon and Nicholas whispering when the policeman came. We told the policeman the whole story. The policeman also told us that Ms. Kacey accused Simon and I to be on the railings. We told him the truth and he understood. Then we shared a little secret about Ms. Kacey with the cop and he went on. Patricia was bursting into tears along with Anabelle because they thought they were going to go to jail.

But once they knew; they were happy. And we all were happy. 😀 The day ended by then.

Checking Houses and Barbecue Party


Man I’ve realized over the past posts I’ve been writing ‘that’ AND ‘that’ in my titles. I’m gonna have to eventually have one day where I’ll just have one big topic to discuss about today. Anyway, today I woke up as usual, early in the morning so I could have breakfast. But I was too lazy that I decided to stay in my bed for another hour. I mean, it’s Columbus Day for crying out loud. After this we have several classes to review over our up-coming mid-term exams. So as I slept for another 30 or 40 mins my Dad walked in my room with a very grim expression. He told me to get out of bed. And I said I didn’t want to. He said I had to. SO, I had to go through all the explaining of today and how special it was for me.

He still didn’t get it and told me to get out. So I did. The day went on and on. I just don’t feel like describing everything right now. Eventually we were going to check on a new house my Mom saw on the market on Craigslist. Oh yeah! I forgot to mention we’re moving :D. Well we’re actually renting but you know what I mean. No more drama in our neighborhood; no more depression; no MORE Patricia’s friend coming to our house. Oh my God I feel so relieved. The whole family went to see the house. It wasn’t much compared to the other 3 houses we saw. But as a matter of a fact, it was so badly spaced our Dad and Mom didn’t want us to check it out, in fear that we might criticize it in front of the house seller.

We went home after that and after a few hours everybody, except Matthew and I, left outside. We were going to another house. But unfortunately, Patricia and Anabelle wanted to hang at Patricia’s friend’s house. Yeah, that b*tch’s house. -_- I didn’t say anything about it *sigh* which I probably should have. But I went with it. Matthew and I and Mom and Dad went while Anabelle and Patricia stayed at Patricia’s friend’s house. We saw a very nice house, very nicely structured outside and nicely made downstairs and a good backyard; only problem was the room space and the fact that there were hardly any neighbors. The other benefit was the pool and park that was close by. But that didn’t really mean anything to me or Mom and Dad.

Matthew loved it by the way. But I didn’t really. I still loved the first house I saw. It was the best. After we left to go home we decided to check the first house we saw’s neighborhood. We saw a close by neighborhood next to the first house we saw’s neighborhood. We went into it and it had SO MANY intersections and roads and went on so longingly. We weren’t even able to manage to travel all the way to the end. But Mom loved the first house even more. We had finally come to the point where we were gonna go through the application processing. After that we went home and picked up the girls to go to a Barbecue Party. It was fun and all. I got to hang out with 3 of my friends. John, Sebastian, and this other girl who decided to join the party, whom I don’t remember her name.

We all acted funnily. We played some ping-pong, had brownies and sweets, along with some barbecued food. It was fun in all, though Mom didn’t like the girl that decided to join the barbecue because she didn’t help everyone with the mess that the little kids caused while we were all upstairs hanging out. Which I think is totally over-reactive of Mom. But whatever. The party eventually ended and we went home and went to bed. I still kept thinking about Paranormal Activity until I fell myself to sleep. 😀

I Meet The Bad Side Of Poverty


Sorry for posting so late. WordPress wouldn’t let me login and when they started working mom said I had to go to sleep. So, sorry for posting so late. Anyways, today was regular normal Saturday. I went outside to go spend and negotiate time with Simon like I always do on Saturdays. Then Savino came. Luckily, I had my bb gun while Simon and I were bargaining. He ran away, just as I expected, then, came back with HIS own gun. Unfortunately, he wasn’t here to shoot me down. Lucky me. So, we just spend the whole morning talking and shooting Army Soldiers. But, my mom came up later, fortunately, she reminded us that we were going to a friend’s house to help out with the church. When our friend arrived, we got ready and got inside the car. We all had to carry our own weight like coca cola, sprite, food, hot dogs, ice, etc. I was holding most of the time the soda cans. Because they seemed okay for me to carry.

When we finally packed all of the junk in the car we got in our cars and started driving. I had no idea where, but I was hoping it’d be a cool place. Along the way, our friend’s dad was playing some Spanish rap music in the car constantly. I thought it was annoying the first two times, but then I got really into it. Once we’d arrive at the area, all I could see was an abandoned neighborhood, with a mucky pool (which was closed) and a playground with about 7 kids playing. The area was a cool place to hangout so, I just went to the playground. I later found everybody setting boom boxes and blankets and other food. Which got my eyes running in the clouds. I advanced toward the soda cans and got one Sprite. Luckily, someone was wise enough to tell me the difference between the diet sodas and the non-diet sodas. Later on… now here comes the bad part, later on there was this kid.

Turns out the guy was called Tristan. Tristan noticed some naive teenagers hanging around his sister. So, he went up to them. Instead I acknowledged two things. 1. those naive kids were gangsters. 2. they threw his portable car, and broke it. I got so angry and so did Tristan. But, instead Tristan told the gangster’s brothers what they were doing and started cursing. The kids (who were like 7 years old) wanted to fight him. So, they started bullying him and people had to break up the fight because the 7 year old was pinning Tristan down. I tried ignoring it, but I couldn’t. So, I pushed one of them. The boy didn’t seem affected by it. But, I got pushed out of the way. Then, that’s when the gangsters decided to drop by and try to bully Tristan. After that, Tristan started cursing like nonstop. And the funny thing was this kid who was only 4 and he was cursing. Wow. That didn’t even seem right. The kids started beating Tristan up like crazy, until my mom stopped the kids.

They didn’t seem to care, so they tried to find a way to beat Tristan up without grownups noticing. And the awful part was the fact that grownups WERE there sitting on a picnic table. At least 7 of them were there, and they didn’t do anything about them. This made me really angry and intimidated. And you probably don’t know how much I hate being intimidated. Later on, when the kids started stop bullying him we left and I left the neighborhood with a concerned face. We told the whole story (especially Patricia) about what happened in the playground to our friend. Our friend (okay, her name is Ms. Amy) didn’t seem to enthusiastic about it. That’s why we had to spread the word about God. We finally got home, took a bath and went to sleep. I guess I’ll see you then. I’d only wish that those kids learned that cursing and bullying was a waste of time.