Let's make things clear, I am not one to ask for things even during Christmas time. Not to mention that Christmas is my least favorite holiday, ever. I never really liked Christmas because of the meaning behind it, I am not religious by any means.
I find that Christmas is supposed to be a time of giving but as the years go by I have come to realize the reality of this.... Christmas has begun to be a time of receiving. This is something our world has said to fear but if we fear it then why are we allowing it to happen? For my Holiday Wish-list, I wish that our holidays would be used for what they were made for. They are not here for you to receive what you want. They are here for you to give what others are in need of. Holidays are pointless unless you do as you are supposed to for them. Giving is what is supposed to be done and not only to make yourself feel better, it is for others to live a good life that they deserve.
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If I were to be stuck on an island for one month, I would have a very difficult time choosing two people. I have one person I would immediately pick therefore the last two are hard to choose. My problem in life is making decisions on my own. Along with that I can never find people I can stand for even a full day.
My first person I would bring is my best friend; the best thing about bringing him is his strength. This makes things easier for me because I am weaker than a thin stick. He also has a lot of common sense like I do and we tend to agree on just about everything we talk about. We can also talk for hours without end and that makes things easier, too. Conversations are important in this world, especially if you're going to be stuck on an island for an entire month. Having conversations with each other will kill a lot of time. He is also very resourceful and seems to know what to do in sticky situations where I would not even know where to start. The second person I would bring is my friend, McKenna. McKenna is a very trustworthy person and she also has a lot of creativity. Being a musician, I am sure Kenna can come up with cool and fun things to do so we are not bored the entire month. I dearly hope that she is also resourceful because there is only so much I can do that will actually benefit us. The third person I would bring is Kenna's boyfriend because I literally have no idea who else I would bring that would be even slightly helpful in any way possible. So, I am going to hope that he is smart and has some common sense like Kenna does. If I were ever in this situation, I would definitely go insane because I hate not being organized and this would be the most unorganized thing I will ever do. But if it is up to me, I will never participate in this. I have chosen to write about my little brother, Gaige.
Gaige, a very wild mind A very loving heart More so kind Than smart Gaige, a very brave child He brings the light Sparks a smile But he just might, Not be here a while For this child's imagination Grows every single day This child is worth a celebration. Gaige Kaylor Adams, the reason I say I love you, little boy. Today was like any other day, I woke up and went downstairs, said hello and gave a quick hug to Covert before I walked to the bathroom. Once I was done, Covert made fun of me for being slow and then my hair was sticking up as always. He flipped me off as he itched below his eye. This was an inside joke between the two of us. It was beginning to look like a very good day. I was have such a good day already. As my mother woke up she kissed him and they said their good mornings. I finished getting ready upstairs and then I jumped over the gate at the bottom of the stairs to tell Covert goodbye. I told him to have a great day at work and to drive safely as he told me to have an amazing day at school and drive safely as well.
This was my morning routine for about 6 months..it isn't any longer but I will find a new routine. I will miss this routine, though. I suppose I will write about the 3rd graders that I have been working with every day.
The quality of my teacher is she is nearly like a child sometimes but she is strict. She shows a lot of lines that should not be crossed along with some flexibility. Her children are allowed to stand up or kneel if they don’t want to sit in their chairs. She shows understanding because she will have separate talks with a child if they are acting up or looking sad. This helps her students become better learners because it lets them be comfortable with her as their teacher. They feel safe around her. I observed her freedom for the children. When her timer goes off she allows a student to go and get her phone to turn it off and I think that shows the students that she trusts them. I want to make sure I show that when I teach. This is a review of my favorite things I had from last year...bare with me. below will be a button that will send you to my blog I am reviewing
Out of all of the objects in the world I think I would enjoy being a candle.
Candles seem to make people happy and can also help people feel better. I have a Scentsy that I use every night to help me fall asleep. The sweet, flowery, icey, etc. smell from the candle is completely up to you! I know many people that give candles as gifts because they can't think of anything else. If a candle isn't good enough for someone then you should probably find someone else. Candles are for everyone. They may melt but from the time they are lit to the time they are melted, they provide amazing aromas. Yes, candles are for everyone. This is going to be a shortened story of my little brother. I am incapable of explaining medical terms so bare with me, please. It begins on a nice weekend where all of my siblings were gone and I was the only one home with my mother. Friday passed and we were onto Saturday morning. It was around 11, right before lunch. My sister burst into my room and told me the news... my little brother, Bryce, was in a car accident that morning around 9am. He had been rushed to the York Hospital and then they life-flighted him to Omaha Children's Hospital shortly after he arrived at York. My mother gave us no time to get ready but we hopped in the car, got gas, and were on our way to Omaha. Once we arrived in Omaha there was a lot of waiting we had to do but we were told about my little brother. There wasn't a lot to know but the crying was endless in our family. We huddled and cried and hugged each other tight. I decided not to elaborate but instead to add screenshots of my mother's update posts on him. He is still in the hospital but he is doing excellent. read from bottom to top, it will make more sense - therapy for the little guy has begun!! I don't enjoy thinking about what is bad in life. Therefore I will make this blog about my little brother, Bryce. The best day of my life was spent with him. We had planned this day for weeks because our family rarely has downtime. This was going to be 'our' day; it was definitely our day. The night before we had planned to start our day off having breakfast at The Huddle House. Bryce is basically the best person to be around if you want to be in a good mood. He is constantly happy. He makes my days so much better with his cute smile and super light but still bright blue eyes. As our morning began, Bryce woke me up at 9 o'clock sharp. I got dressed and met him in the mud room to begin our drive to Huddle House. Once we got seated in the restaurant we looked at our food options and obviously chose breakfast. Bryce chose the extreme Oreo pancakes and I chose french toast. As we were waiting for our food Bryce began telling me funny stories about what his brother and him had done to their father when they went out to eat. My favorite story was when Bryce would loosen the lid on the salt so when his dad, as always, would use the salt it would all fall out onto his food. Bryce could barely tell the story through his loud laugh and big smile. Tears were streaming down his face because of how hard he was laughing. When he laughs his nose and cheeks scrunch up and his eyes are shut tight. Once he finished the story he had demonstrated how he had done this to his father every time they went out to eat. As he showed me, he spilled the salt on the table and began laughing again. The coincidence that he had done it to himself had made me laugh, too. Bryce always makes people laugh; he seems to do things to himself that others would be embarrassed about. But Bryce was never embarrassed, he was constantly making fun of himself and turning everything bad into something good. As our day went on, we left the restaurant and stopped at Wal-Mart and Dollar Tree. Bryce, of course, asked to get a toy and I am always more than happy to get him something. He picked out a pretty sweet Hot-Wheels car and we got a bunch of snacks for him and his friends that were coming over later that day. He chose the weirdest things for them to eat. We left and were on our way to pick up his friends from their houses. I nearly ran a red light because Bryce was making me laugh so hard. His friends always mess with me about my driving so I brake-checked them a lot. My brother told me that is why they make fun of me, because they like being brake-checked. It was entertaining to hear all of them laugh about it and make fun of each other for dumb mistakes they had made throughout their summer. Later that night, Bryce and his friends had asked me to take part in their tasting game. I teamed up with Bryce's best friend, Hayden. Hayden and I went first. The idea of the game is to mix the grossest things possible to make an even more gross thing that the other teams have to eat/drink. Ours was mostly mustard, tartar sauce, gummy bears, and mayonnaise. Bryce gagged a LOT during this game. But boy, was it a lot of fun. My absolute favorite place to be is the Shop. Now, to you that means nothing but to me... it means the world. I grew to love it about four years ago. My mother and father made it the most welcoming place on our property. It brought our family closer together and we celebrate every holiday in there. My grandpa and grandma really like it because when we celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas at their house, there was not even close to enough room for all of us. Once my father passed away in January of 2018, it brought a lot of reality into our lives. The shop turned into a good and bad place to be. My mother would go in there at random times in the night and would be in there by herself for hours. She finds a lot of safety and love in that place and I do too. We all do. It was something our father built. It was originally a horse barn but he rebuilt it into his own shop where family and friends were always welcome and could actually have fun. Our next event is Halloween so be ready for a nice invitation to attend it. So over the summer I mostly did nothing. But one thing I actually did other than work was watch movies on our outdoor movie theater that my grandpa made. He is super proud of it and it's like 30? feet tall, I believe. There isn't much to write about but we just watched a lot of movies out there and it was a lot of fun. We went swimming during movies too and we could watch them from our pool. It was just a super fun experience for our summer. We still have it up and have movie nights on Thursdays.
Today is the day I am going to talk about a dream I once had when I was a child - it's totally interesting
When I was younger (around 10 years old) I had a dream that my family was gone. Yes, this sounds super familiar to a movie you watched. And yes, the movie is called Home Alone. But this is not exactly like that. My family was gone but I was very sad and I was also in a completely unrecognizable place. As I looked around I realized I was in a warehouse of some sort. I was not tied up, that would have been a weird and dark turn. I was just in a warehouse alone. A clown did pop up for a wild second and it scared the daylights out of me. I screamed and ran away. Then my dream switched once I ran out of the door and I was on the top of a ski lift with the (ha) one guy I had a crush on. Super awkward situation, really. We got to the bottom of the slope or whatever For me, seeing people around me (in my grade) slack in school and that inspires me to show my teachers that I am dedicated to getting good grades and that I truly care about my education (which is free btw).
How to not make friends...
I can't wait for school to be over. Please save us. Thank you.
My TV show would be about my whole family and our daily life. I have many cousins and all of those types of relatives, therefore I'll have multiple people to show during each episode. Each episode could even contain a different person and rarely show the same person twice-five times.
How to .. make friends
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