Oh Graduation Speech

I swear I'll try not to make this as awkward as it is playing out in my head.

Dear (my) class of 2017,
Where in the world do I even begin.
There aren't enough words to describe you guys.
You guys are intelligent, nerdy, hilarious and everything in between.
You guys get me up in the morning. (Trust me school would be as boring as watching clouds pass in a clear sky without you guys)
Yes, we don't all get along sometimes but that's okay. We are only human after all.
But the difference between our class and being intermingled in any other class (of the 8th grade of course) is that we help each other back up and we know how to support each other. Whether it's in discussion or in outside problems.
I'll miss our heated debates, and intelligent conversations.
I'll miss our inside jokes and random sayings. (J.K...... Rowling)
I'll even miss the fact that we are in the same class together.
I'll miss all my teachers and their encouragements.
They will forever have a special place in my heart.
I thought that I would be happy that school is ending and that we get to start fresh, but I'm not.
Realizing that next year we will be split up and have the smallest possible moments of interaction is terrifying. (Who knows what dumb things the other students are going to say next year.)
I am worried that the level of conversations in high school is going to feel like I'm talking to cavemen that wear headphones.

But maybe, just maybe I will have some of you in my classes next year. (Please dear lord)
Not to make this a sad topic or anything, but I just want to say I'm going to miss you guys.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard- Pooh bear 

Best of luck to all of you in high school.

The Art of Procrastination

The Art of Procrastination. Easy to master, hard to beat. Now there are different ranges of procrastinators. The couple-minutes (which only procrastinate for a few minutes and then actually work) and the last-minutes (which do their work at the last moment possible.) There are a couple of people that are in between this range which, usually most people fall in. Now I on the other hand, am at the brink of being a last-minute, which is dreadfully scary considering the work that needs to be done at this point in the school year. Essays, research, the whole shabang. Okay so, if you read up until this point and are completely oblivious to what I'm talking about- even though I basically told you what this is- this is the definition of procrastinate.

To procrastinate means, to put off something, or to delay/ postpone an action. And if you still don't understand please leave. Yes. Now. Back to what I was saying. Now I procrastinate, who doesn't? But sometimes it's bad. Like I'll make my bed three times just so I don't have to do something. Pathetic yes. But hey you can't control your brain. At least I think not. You know what would be helpful? A list of what to do to stop procrastinating. I'll love you if you blog about this. Anyways, moral of this story don't procrastinate. Well if you do, don't do it for too long.

The beginning of writing literature is the actual worst.

It's hard to write the beginning of a story, paragraph, essay, etc. Well at least for me it is. I always have a hard time writing a beginning to something but what makes it the worst possible thing ever is writing the beginning sentence. I don't understand what about it trips me up- and maybe causes me to procrastinate beyond belief (Sofia don't come for me)- but my brain just does not want to cooperate. Let me give you an example.
Me: Hello thing in my head that literally keeps me functioning like a normal human being, can you please just stop thinking of anything else other than this essay.
Brain: Oh you mean that essay that's due tomorrow? Hilarious because I think not. How about we do something completely irrelevant like make your bed 3 times in order to procrastinate?
Me (because I have no control): That's going to help me. Sure!

See what I mean. Now getting this essay done is going to take some serious brain training and a lot of time. Anyways, if I can get the first sentence done the rest is easy but until then it's like fighting a battle in my head, against my brain in order to work. Fun. Speaking of that essay, this is currently a distraction in order to avoid it. So I better be going. 🎶I'm off to write an essay, a terrible essay at that🎶

It's Complicated

Complicated relationships. The bane of some people's exsistence. No, not with people if that's what you're thinking. This one's with an object not a person. I have a love-hate relationship with school. I love most of my teachers. *cough Some more than others, but there are some people that I cannot stand. Gah! They don't use proper grammar, which is a given for Pete's sake. I mean you're in school. Then they don't even try to get good grades. Listen to their reasoning. "Middle school doesn't matter. It's highschool what counts." Hello are you serious? The way you act now, the way you get things done and organize yourself will carry into highschool. And if you aren't doing well now? Sorry should've tried when you could've. My thought process is if you fall into a hole, when it's raining, it's going to be hard to dig yourself out. And then things will be piling and piling up and you are going to have work twice as hard. Why don't you just walk around the hole?

Now teachers... tsk tsk tsk. What will I do about most of you. The homework is decent sometimes decent. When every teacher gives a solid 30 minutes of homework, you're basically screwed. We all have things to do after school and 2 hours of homework was not something I was looking forward to, let alone having the time to do it. But it's usually okay. I guess. But to be completely honest, I'll seriously miss every one of them. They were the ones who connected every lesson in my mind, and basically... taught me everything. To make an analogy, they are the mortar in my brick wall of a brain. Not saying I'm simpleminded or anything, I just sort of liked that analogy. So what are your love-hate relationships? It doesn't have to include people by the way. It could be about your stuffed giraffe Jerry for all I care.

RANT TIME

As you could tell by the title, this is going to be a rant post. But not just any rant post, this is something all people STUDENTS and TEACHERS with common sense and a brain want to scream or groan, or show some sort of displeasure when talked about. This is the PARCC test.

PARCC testing is the epitome of the idiocy of standardized testing. People are brilliant in different ways, and the PARCC testing just locks people up, and tests them in things they may not be that talented in. What PARCC stands for is Partnership for Assessment of Readiness for College and Careers. But what everyone in school knows it as is (and this is by the right definition, I don't know who made that acronym), torture, torture, irrelevant, oh and did I say TORTURE.

This is the definition of torture.

Reading a story that is oh so engaging, and then answering questions where even the answers don't make sense, or if they decide to add extra chocolate sprinkles the PARCC ice cream, the right answer isn't the right answer. That is the logic of PARCC. The answer that makes the most sense and has a high level of thinking involved is wrong, because the answer needs to be dumbed-down and made simple for those that, *cough, aren't at the brain capacity of a normal human being. 

In class we were reading essays that were on a PARCC test from the previous years and some of them were scored fairly but OTHERS, others were probably not even read. One of the essays made sense with the fable and was a pretty good length. Yeah they made some mistakes but who doesn't? Anyways that essay got a 2 or 3 from what I remember. Now, there was an essay that was 1 long run-on sentence, that barely made sense, and it got a... FOUR. What the actual heck? HOW, WHEN, WHERE, WHY, HOW? As you can see, the PARCC Test is so irrelevant because it is not graded fairly at all if it's even read. So people, students, teachers, don't stress yourself out, because this test isn't worth it. Maybe if it actually made sense, THEN stress yourself out. But not for this. Plus, I don't think that the people making the test have a brain, or common sense, or a SOUL, or read their own work. You got this. I promise.

A Tribute to my Beautiful Grandmother

Dear Grandma,

You are a shining star, an example of what a grandmother could be, loving, compassionate, determined, beautiful, intelligent, and honest. You have always been there for me. 

I will never forget your kind word. Whenever life decides to throw me a couple of curve balls and I start to think negatively about life, you always knew the right things to say. You believe in me. You never doubt my abilities. And everyday you never fail to remind me that one day I'm going to make it and be someone in this world. I wish you were able to live here with us so that everyday I could wake up and spend time with you, but I guess not everyone gets what they want. I love you grandma. Don't change.

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU CONCENTRATE (OR NOT)

This post is supposed to help you concentrate during PARCC testing, but maybe it won't. XD