tell the story of a first day for someone/something…
i’m calling dibs on the story of a mayfly
maf
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heres my story! a person goes space travling, finds herself in the future, the space paradox containment unit police come, and they both get locked in jail! the end.
It was my first day, my only day, of school, and I was already late.
“Welcome to Mayfly School. Fill out these coloring sheets.”
I’m Bob. Bob Mayfly. I knew I only had 24 hours to live. Sadly, most of them were going to be spent sleeping – and going to this school.
After filling out the coloring sheets, I was declared “gifted” and rushed into a special class. The first half of class was pretty fun, we played games and were encouraged to “think creatively” about fly patterns and syrup concoctions.
Then, they took us out to recess.
“Sorry, Bob, looks like that arm of yours isn’t cut out for sports.”
They told me that since I wasn’t a special athlete, I had more time for gifted. That was fine by me, except that gifted became this harder subject once lunch – sugar and water – was over.
“Okay, the following mayflies get to stay for more school. The rest of you, it’d probably be better if you spent your day making a wish or doing something your non-creative mind hasn’t even thought of yet.”
They rushed us into science class and it got pretty creepy in biology class.
“THAT’S how I was made?” I asked incredulously.
“It gets worse,” the teacher, who was only a few hours older than I was said, “we’re about to have our first and last dance.”
I’ll admit, the lady mayflies had gotten prettier as the day had progressed – outside of the awkward stage after lunch when they were all bigger and smarter than we were.
Fortunately, I had my studies to fall back on after all of that socializing. My AP Fly scores got me into the University of Mayfly on scholarship. I didn’t even have to swap rooms.
I thought about pursuing a doctorate on flight patterns, but by then, my dance partner had informed me she was “with mayfly” and so I needed a job to support my family.
We married at the chapel, just down from the classroom. It was sad because our parents weren’t alive to see us happy. It was rushed too because my wife went into labor before the ceremony was over.
“How will you be paying for this?” the doctor said after he informed me I was the proud parent of 12.
“I’m running this start-up company. We hire out people to taxi other people around for reduced rates. I call it U-fly services.”
“Great, congratulations. But I still need money for the bill.”
“But you see. We’re a startup so we won’t turn a profit until like, maybe tomorrow.”
“Oh, no worries then.”
Phew, I was gifted and clever after all.
Here’s my story
Once there was this cow named cow fly. It was the first day of sir cow middle school but was all the way out in New York! Cow fly was very excited. So when she woke up that morning she put her on inside out and backwards. Then she mooooved on to the what cows call mofrest.
But the choo choo train was waiting so she had no time for breakfast. So when she got the train.
She mood, ” See you later suckers!”
But in the minds in the other cows they thought, it’s not us that’s becoming beef it’s you!
The end
P.s. it was sort of based off the wild west and he cows taking the train to the north east states for so beef
It was my first day of Sixth Grade School. I was excited. I was scared.
And that was just over my locker…
“Welcome to the first day of Sixth Grade School,” my teacher said.
“Okay, class, the most important person in here is myself, so let’s practice my name. Ms. Emme. Can everyone say Ms. Emme?”
“Ms. Alex?”
“No, Ms. Emme. Let’s try again. Ms. Emme.”
“Ms. Alex?”
“No, Ms. Emme. Emme. Like an award.”
“I’m confused.”
“Emme.”
“Alex.”
“No, Emme.”
“Ms. Alex, can I be on the morning news?”
“Okay, first, it’s Ms. Emme. Second, absolutely not. Have you seen the kids on the morning news? Look in a mirror. Your face doesn’t need to make it out of the classroom.”
Ms. Alex answered a bunch of other questions we had, she was really nice, but before too long, it was time for second period.
“Hi, kids, welcome to Sixth Grade School. We’re going to have a great time…”
I could hear the voice but I couldn’t spot the teacher.
“I’m sure you all want to do well so it’ll be important to listen to me when I teach…”
This was getting weird. There was a voice, but no teacher.
“Now, my name is Ms. Paisley. I love teaching your age because I love teaching around lockers. Lockers are awesome.”
I nudged the kid next to me and mouthed, “Where is our teacher?” He shrugged.
“Now, summer reading. You did it, or you better have. There was a lot of symbolism in the books. For example, you are all poo that has to be flushed out…”
I was creeped out. I could hear a voice traveling around the room but I couldn’t Ms. Paisley. I raised my hand.
“Now, this is interesting. A hand raised. First rule: See three before you see me.”
I turned to the kids around me.
“I don’t see her. Do you?”
“No.”
“Nope.”
“I see a five-year-old near the front.”
I raised my hand.
“FOR THE LOVE… Yes?”
“Um, are you the kindergartner up front that’s our teacher?”
There were giggles. Then Ms. Paisley sighed – and hopped up on a stool.
“I picked a bad day to stop drinking. Yes, sigh, I am your teacher. I remember when I went through your grade, I was two. Apparently, one of my professors thought my dissertation was a bit ‘harsh,’ that I wasn’t a people person, so I’m spending my days working with underprivileged, dumb kids like yourselves so that my doctoral work on ‘Experiments with Adolescents’ can be complete and I can start my book tour. Now, everyone, pull your your Freak the Mighty books because you’re all freaks anyway and leave me alone.”
I nudged the kid next to me.
“Hey, I’m Jason.”
“I’m Carter.”
“Where did you go?”
“I went to Wilsonville. We couldn’t go two years ago, the water was out. We couldn’t flush except for two…”
“I went to Shelby. We still don’t have indoor plumbing.”
It really didn’t get better from there. I had Ms. Brianna, which I thought was good because I’d had her sister. Turns out, it was a big mistake to mention her sister.
“I AM NOT MY SISTER!!! You kids are all alike, thinking that ‘ooh, she’ll be just like her sister.’ Reality check: We’re not twins. Did your parents have a second kid and go, ‘hey, let’s name this kid the same name as the previous kid because they’re all alike’? No, they didn’t, and I’m not my sister!!!”
She sure wasn’t. She was mean. She assigned us each a book about cats. I think there are 50 books in the series. We’re supposed to be done with them all by Christmas (shudder).
Ms. Emmy (where had I heard that name before?) and Ms. Delaina said they were team-teaching. They tried to help us make a picture book. It was really, really hard. Several of us got paper cuts. One kid took the safety lock off his scissors and was written up. He cried.
Finally, I got to Mr. Patrick’s room, my last class before advisory. Well, I thought it was Mr. Patrick’s room, but he didn’t show up. We all just sat there for the longest, waiting.
“I heard he smokes, that’s why he’s late.”
“I heard he runs around town during class breaks.”
“I heard he calls his drug dealer between periods.”
Still no Mr. Patrick. Finally, 30 minutes later, Mr. Patrick walked in.
“Okay kids, we’re going to play this great game. It’s a highly developed and complex game of bluff I’ve called Patrick’s game – well, Mr. Patrick’s game – because I designed and developed it.”
Mr. Patrick went on for 10 minutes about the rules. It was all very confusing, but no one said anything.
“Okay, kids. Let’s play!”
RING! Saved by the bell. I left for my advisory class, Ms. Rylee. I told her about my day.
“What should I do?”
“My advice,” Ms. Rylee said, “is get used to it. That’s our school.”
sigh…
Creative
I’m a pig… Literally. My name is Billy Bob Pig and I am a straight F student and I am proud. The lunch was better than my old school’s slop; middle school’s food was way… sloppier. The lunch room was a mess and they didn’t make us shower after P.E., but the teachers did after lunch. The bathroom was outside and the teacher did not separate the boys and the girls! Is bathroom a class? Because it was my favorite. 🙂 At car riders I was sad that I had to go home, because the only girls at my house were my mom and twin sister Emma.
Carter
Ok so my story.
It was the first day of school at piglet middle school for pint size Polly the pig. She walked in and just saw all of these pigs 10 times her size. Then the bell rang and she screamed so loud she passed out.
When she woke up it had 2 minutes and by now she was just wondering around looking for her locker and whenever she tried to ask someone it was like they couldn’t see her (which they couldn’t of course).
When she finally got to her locker after 10 minutes of wondering she found out it was a top locker and was too short to reach it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t open it. She stood on her binder and 2 textbook and finally reached it even though it took 20 minutes.
Then she put in her combination and it wouldn’t open. She tried again, nope. It took her 87 tries and 10 minutes to open her locker. And when her locker swung open it hit her square in the head and she passed out again.
When she woke up the tardy bell had just rung so she was late.
She went up and down the hall for what seemed like forever trying to find her class and by the time she did the bell had rung.
When she was at her locker trying to get her stuff for next period she was pulled away to a class room.
“Hello” said the teacher “I’m Mr McKee, your gifted teacher. Not that you guys are gifted but i am.”
I leaned over to the person next to me, her name was Emma, and i said “hes kinda mean” and she goes
“he’s only kidding” but it didn’t seem like it.
“Now everybody get up and walk out into the hallway.” Mr McKee said. When we were out there he said “Now we’re going to learn our shape.” some people raised their hand “put your hands down” he said “I know some of you don’t know what a shape is but, you’ll learn, some of you at least.” i still thought he was mean.
When we made it back to the class he took out some spray paint and said “Your next assignment is to spray paint each other, go!” and everyone just started spraying paint EVERYWHERE! I just sat in my desk and look at Mr McKee. He was standing on his desk eating bananas.
Then the teacher said “Now everyone go spray paint the band room!” and everyone left screaming and i was there alone with Mr McKee. “Get out.” he said.
“What?” I asked
“Get out!! I have important…um…teacher stuff to attend to!” so i left.
when i was in the hall i heard him coughing and saw smoke.
“FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” i yelled thinking that was the explanation but it wasn’t.
When we went back in i walked into Mr McKee’s room and saw him standing there in a Tinker Bell fairy costume with a pink tutu. his face was lavender. everyone else was with us and he was just standing there. I went up to him and said hello and he went “You!” then i poked him and he fell.
The rest of the day i was just thinking “I killed my teacher”
ah, i remember my first blog post.
it was weird – and strangely formal – i was so afraid of spelling with no capitalizations or grammar…
but then i soon realized that once you get the hang of things, it’s not so completely weird. it’s like… hey! it’s not like there’s anyone here with a magnifying glass! so it was more relaxed.
to answer your last question mr. maf, homeschool has started back. we started on the 17th,
and are already in full swing. today’s my first co-ed class; a high school class for algebra 1 that Brandon is going to be taking with me (the math teacher said his work was so ahead that he could take her class). for fine arts, i’m studying classical music artists. so far i’ve only studied Vivaldi and “The Four Seasons”. later after Labor Day i’ll be taking a co-ed art class as well.
thank you for letting me still post on the blog even though technically i’m in high school and homeschooled.
and thank you for the prayers!
🙂
*and we already are in full swing
I’m a penguin, in the middle of the summer. Brrrrrrr, as I say going to Penguin’s Acadamy, which is only for penguins. This is my first day of school! The first question I asked is “How do you fly?” apparently I go to a school with very rude people, because everyone laughed. When the counsler spoke to us she said we should expresse our feelings. At lunch I stood on top of the table and said “MY NAME IS POLLY PENGUIN! ALL OF Y’ALL ARE VERY RUDE AND I’M NEW TO THE SCHOOL!” I guess the day only got better from there. The schools, very own princepal, wanted to talk to ME! She confused me about how I shouldn’t of expressed my feelings the way I had. Sheesh. Well, I’m never going back. I got expelled. Yay!
More complex versions of my first day(s) will be coming later…
6th Grade: “WOW!!! This is so much better than elementary school!”
7th Grade: “Kid, you might want to stop and listen to Mr. Mayfield.”
8th Grade: “How do all you 6th graders know my… WAIT! You forgot your crown!”
9th Grade: “WOW!!! So this is how all those sixth graders felt.”
It was the first day of middle school. My three stomachs were acting up. One of my three stomachs was in a twist, another feeling queasy, and the last one, well you don’t want to know what it’s doing. Any way it was the first day of 6th grade. So when I got to school I saw I my best friends. Gracie the panda, Livy lizard, Alex the feisty alligator (she made me be her friend), Kinzie the fuzzy Kola, Faith the freaky ferret, Hannah P. the hyena, Carter the caterpillar and me Lucy the cow.
First we had to go to the all hall where us animals had to sit on the floor or go to the library where all the books are. So we all went to the hall an d sat on floor and animal talked to each other. Than all of the sudden Ringgggggg!
Then the teachers yelled at us,” DON’T get up till the second bell. 5 minutes later Ringggggg! So first class was tech lab and it wen smoothly. But then came GRC dun dun dunnnnn! For GRC we have Mr. question mark. It was mysterious. But GRC was weird. So he gave me one peeling of a banana peel then he said,” Here you go Lucy. Now if she looses the banana peel I’m going to yell at her and then I will send her to where I’d like to say fun time corner!”
So the rest of the day went by really fast. But when I got home Mr. Question Mark was at my front door staring at me giddy up the driveway. Then he revealed that he was animal just like me. So I found out he was the animal
Cliff hanger The End
or is it?????
Dun Dun Dunnnnnn
le blue – i almost forgot to respond – but it’s a delight to hear from you – always – and it’s me that should thank you – always – when you write in because it colors – jazzes – spices – up our writing and everything else – so it was very appreciated
awesome news about brandon – and sadly (since you’re too old now), i’m trying to incorporate some artwork into class every week – just something that maybe all people should know – basic things – and don’t – and we’ll look at it like a poem – like for message and such – so that’s something new i think can be fun
stay hooded:)
The First Day of the Great Book Famine
The first day of the Great Book Famine was a grim one for book-lovers world wide. It was the day the books disappeared, and no one knew where they went. I, Detective R. Reeves, had been set on the case to find them and stop the impending apocalypse. Across Shelby County, the Battle of the Books teams were in a panic.
All of the teams had lost their books but Oak Moutain, and that was just because the Oak Mountain kids had been forced to copy each book twenty times as punishment for their defeat the previous year. A few of the teams weren’t affected, since they never planned on reading the books anyway.
To the point: I didn’t have a clue how to fix the Book Famine. I hadn’t commited to memory every book in the universe, so I couldn’t write everything out. Not to mention I was a bit frazzled by the lack of books. I lived off of books, so the lack was greatly affecting me.
Honestly, I spent most of my time the first day searching for any leftover books. I needed something to read, or so I thought. My time probably would have been better spent searching for some sort of solution. Problem-solving, however, was also made more difficult by the lack of books. At the time, I was accustomed to doing all of my research in books.
The book famine was a problem beyond what I knew how to fix, as painful as it is now to admit it. It still is a problem. A big one. So, if you happen to think of a solution, I’d be glad to hear it.
It was my first day of middle school,I Had been there 5 minutes and mr.mayfield had already dumped his drink and breakfast on me. He said it was my fault and made me pay for more. Then the bell rang and I went to band my teacher was mr.munchee and mr.grizzly. All they did was fight about who was a better trumpet player. We sat through an hour of that then the bell rang again. I didn’t want to know what my next class would be like so I hid in the bathroom. Then I herd I think she’s in here come on and the military came picked me up and put me in my 6th period class. Mr.mayfield. He yelled and through pencils at me. Then when the bell rang he said he was keeping me until dismissal. Whil I was there we sat in silence until he started to lecture me . I fell asleep in the middle and he hit me on the head with a pencil and said time to go. I ran to the bus stop and hid with my friends……………The next day I was home schooled.
heres my story! a person goes space travling, finds herself in the future, the space paradox containment unit police come, and they both get locked in jail! the end.
It was my first day, my only day, of school, and I was already late.
“Welcome to Mayfly School. Fill out these coloring sheets.”
I’m Bob. Bob Mayfly. I knew I only had 24 hours to live. Sadly, most of them were going to be spent sleeping – and going to this school.
After filling out the coloring sheets, I was declared “gifted” and rushed into a special class. The first half of class was pretty fun, we played games and were encouraged to “think creatively” about fly patterns and syrup concoctions.
Then, they took us out to recess.
“Sorry, Bob, looks like that arm of yours isn’t cut out for sports.”
They told me that since I wasn’t a special athlete, I had more time for gifted. That was fine by me, except that gifted became this harder subject once lunch – sugar and water – was over.
“Okay, the following mayflies get to stay for more school. The rest of you, it’d probably be better if you spent your day making a wish or doing something your non-creative mind hasn’t even thought of yet.”
They rushed us into science class and it got pretty creepy in biology class.
“THAT’S how I was made?” I asked incredulously.
“It gets worse,” the teacher, who was only a few hours older than I was said, “we’re about to have our first and last dance.”
I’ll admit, the lady mayflies had gotten prettier as the day had progressed – outside of the awkward stage after lunch when they were all bigger and smarter than we were.
Fortunately, I had my studies to fall back on after all of that socializing. My AP Fly scores got me into the University of Mayfly on scholarship. I didn’t even have to swap rooms.
I thought about pursuing a doctorate on flight patterns, but by then, my dance partner had informed me she was “with mayfly” and so I needed a job to support my family.
We married at the chapel, just down from the classroom. It was sad because our parents weren’t alive to see us happy. It was rushed too because my wife went into labor before the ceremony was over.
“How will you be paying for this?” the doctor said after he informed me I was the proud parent of 12.
“I’m running this start-up company. We hire out people to taxi other people around for reduced rates. I call it U-fly services.”
“Great, congratulations. But I still need money for the bill.”
“But you see. We’re a startup so we won’t turn a profit until like, maybe tomorrow.”
“Oh, no worries then.”
Phew, I was gifted and clever after all.
Here’s my story
Once there was this cow named cow fly. It was the first day of sir cow middle school but was all the way out in New York! Cow fly was very excited. So when she woke up that morning she put her on inside out and backwards. Then she mooooved on to the what cows call mofrest.
But the choo choo train was waiting so she had no time for breakfast. So when she got the train.
She mood, ” See you later suckers!”
But in the minds in the other cows they thought, it’s not us that’s becoming beef it’s you!
The end
P.s. it was sort of based off the wild west and he cows taking the train to the north east states for so beef
It was my first day of Sixth Grade School. I was excited. I was scared.
And that was just over my locker…
“Welcome to the first day of Sixth Grade School,” my teacher said.
“Okay, class, the most important person in here is myself, so let’s practice my name. Ms. Emme. Can everyone say Ms. Emme?”
“Ms. Alex?”
“No, Ms. Emme. Let’s try again. Ms. Emme.”
“Ms. Alex?”
“No, Ms. Emme. Emme. Like an award.”
“I’m confused.”
“Emme.”
“Alex.”
“No, Emme.”
“Ms. Alex, can I be on the morning news?”
“Okay, first, it’s Ms. Emme. Second, absolutely not. Have you seen the kids on the morning news? Look in a mirror. Your face doesn’t need to make it out of the classroom.”
Ms. Alex answered a bunch of other questions we had, she was really nice, but before too long, it was time for second period.
“Hi, kids, welcome to Sixth Grade School. We’re going to have a great time…”
I could hear the voice but I couldn’t spot the teacher.
“I’m sure you all want to do well so it’ll be important to listen to me when I teach…”
This was getting weird. There was a voice, but no teacher.
“Now, my name is Ms. Paisley. I love teaching your age because I love teaching around lockers. Lockers are awesome.”
I nudged the kid next to me and mouthed, “Where is our teacher?” He shrugged.
“Now, summer reading. You did it, or you better have. There was a lot of symbolism in the books. For example, you are all poo that has to be flushed out…”
I was creeped out. I could hear a voice traveling around the room but I couldn’t Ms. Paisley. I raised my hand.
“Now, this is interesting. A hand raised. First rule: See three before you see me.”
I turned to the kids around me.
“I don’t see her. Do you?”
“No.”
“Nope.”
“I see a five-year-old near the front.”
I raised my hand.
“FOR THE LOVE… Yes?”
“Um, are you the kindergartner up front that’s our teacher?”
There were giggles. Then Ms. Paisley sighed – and hopped up on a stool.
“I picked a bad day to stop drinking. Yes, sigh, I am your teacher. I remember when I went through your grade, I was two. Apparently, one of my professors thought my dissertation was a bit ‘harsh,’ that I wasn’t a people person, so I’m spending my days working with underprivileged, dumb kids like yourselves so that my doctoral work on ‘Experiments with Adolescents’ can be complete and I can start my book tour. Now, everyone, pull your your Freak the Mighty books because you’re all freaks anyway and leave me alone.”
I nudged the kid next to me.
“Hey, I’m Jason.”
“I’m Carter.”
“Where did you go?”
“I went to Wilsonville. We couldn’t go two years ago, the water was out. We couldn’t flush except for two…”
“I went to Shelby. We still don’t have indoor plumbing.”
It really didn’t get better from there. I had Ms. Brianna, which I thought was good because I’d had her sister. Turns out, it was a big mistake to mention her sister.
“I AM NOT MY SISTER!!! You kids are all alike, thinking that ‘ooh, she’ll be just like her sister.’ Reality check: We’re not twins. Did your parents have a second kid and go, ‘hey, let’s name this kid the same name as the previous kid because they’re all alike’? No, they didn’t, and I’m not my sister!!!”
She sure wasn’t. She was mean. She assigned us each a book about cats. I think there are 50 books in the series. We’re supposed to be done with them all by Christmas (shudder).
Ms. Emmy (where had I heard that name before?) and Ms. Delaina said they were team-teaching. They tried to help us make a picture book. It was really, really hard. Several of us got paper cuts. One kid took the safety lock off his scissors and was written up. He cried.
Finally, I got to Mr. Patrick’s room, my last class before advisory. Well, I thought it was Mr. Patrick’s room, but he didn’t show up. We all just sat there for the longest, waiting.
“I heard he smokes, that’s why he’s late.”
“I heard he runs around town during class breaks.”
“I heard he calls his drug dealer between periods.”
Still no Mr. Patrick. Finally, 30 minutes later, Mr. Patrick walked in.
“Okay kids, we’re going to play this great game. It’s a highly developed and complex game of bluff I’ve called Patrick’s game – well, Mr. Patrick’s game – because I designed and developed it.”
Mr. Patrick went on for 10 minutes about the rules. It was all very confusing, but no one said anything.
“Okay, kids. Let’s play!”
RING! Saved by the bell. I left for my advisory class, Ms. Rylee. I told her about my day.
“What should I do?”
“My advice,” Ms. Rylee said, “is get used to it. That’s our school.”
sigh…
Creative
I’m a pig… Literally. My name is Billy Bob Pig and I am a straight F student and I am proud. The lunch was better than my old school’s slop; middle school’s food was way… sloppier. The lunch room was a mess and they didn’t make us shower after P.E., but the teachers did after lunch. The bathroom was outside and the teacher did not separate the boys and the girls! Is bathroom a class? Because it was my favorite. 🙂 At car riders I was sad that I had to go home, because the only girls at my house were my mom and twin sister Emma.
Carter
Ok so my story.
It was the first day of school at piglet middle school for pint size Polly the pig. She walked in and just saw all of these pigs 10 times her size. Then the bell rang and she screamed so loud she passed out.
When she woke up it had 2 minutes and by now she was just wondering around looking for her locker and whenever she tried to ask someone it was like they couldn’t see her (which they couldn’t of course).
When she finally got to her locker after 10 minutes of wondering she found out it was a top locker and was too short to reach it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t open it. She stood on her binder and 2 textbook and finally reached it even though it took 20 minutes.
Then she put in her combination and it wouldn’t open. She tried again, nope. It took her 87 tries and 10 minutes to open her locker. And when her locker swung open it hit her square in the head and she passed out again.
When she woke up the tardy bell had just rung so she was late.
She went up and down the hall for what seemed like forever trying to find her class and by the time she did the bell had rung.
When she was at her locker trying to get her stuff for next period she was pulled away to a class room.
“Hello” said the teacher “I’m Mr McKee, your gifted teacher. Not that you guys are gifted but i am.”
I leaned over to the person next to me, her name was Emma, and i said “hes kinda mean” and she goes
“he’s only kidding” but it didn’t seem like it.
“Now everybody get up and walk out into the hallway.” Mr McKee said. When we were out there he said “Now we’re going to learn our shape.” some people raised their hand “put your hands down” he said “I know some of you don’t know what a shape is but, you’ll learn, some of you at least.” i still thought he was mean.
When we made it back to the class he took out some spray paint and said “Your next assignment is to spray paint each other, go!” and everyone just started spraying paint EVERYWHERE! I just sat in my desk and look at Mr McKee. He was standing on his desk eating bananas.
Then the teacher said “Now everyone go spray paint the band room!” and everyone left screaming and i was there alone with Mr McKee. “Get out.” he said.
“What?” I asked
“Get out!! I have important…um…teacher stuff to attend to!” so i left.
when i was in the hall i heard him coughing and saw smoke.
“FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” i yelled thinking that was the explanation but it wasn’t.
When we went back in i walked into Mr McKee’s room and saw him standing there in a Tinker Bell fairy costume with a pink tutu. his face was lavender. everyone else was with us and he was just standing there. I went up to him and said hello and he went “You!” then i poked him and he fell.
The rest of the day i was just thinking “I killed my teacher”
ah, i remember my first blog post.
it was weird – and strangely formal – i was so afraid of spelling with no capitalizations or grammar…
but then i soon realized that once you get the hang of things, it’s not so completely weird. it’s like… hey! it’s not like there’s anyone here with a magnifying glass! so it was more relaxed.
to answer your last question mr. maf, homeschool has started back. we started on the 17th,
and are already in full swing. today’s my first co-ed class; a high school class for algebra 1 that Brandon is going to be taking with me (the math teacher said his work was so ahead that he could take her class). for fine arts, i’m studying classical music artists. so far i’ve only studied Vivaldi and “The Four Seasons”. later after Labor Day i’ll be taking a co-ed art class as well.
thank you for letting me still post on the blog even though technically i’m in high school and homeschooled.
and thank you for the prayers!
🙂
*and we already are in full swing
I’m a penguin, in the middle of the summer. Brrrrrrr, as I say going to Penguin’s Acadamy, which is only for penguins. This is my first day of school! The first question I asked is “How do you fly?” apparently I go to a school with very rude people, because everyone laughed. When the counsler spoke to us she said we should expresse our feelings. At lunch I stood on top of the table and said “MY NAME IS POLLY PENGUIN! ALL OF Y’ALL ARE VERY RUDE AND I’M NEW TO THE SCHOOL!” I guess the day only got better from there. The schools, very own princepal, wanted to talk to ME! She confused me about how I shouldn’t of expressed my feelings the way I had. Sheesh. Well, I’m never going back. I got expelled. Yay!
More complex versions of my first day(s) will be coming later…
6th Grade: “WOW!!! This is so much better than elementary school!”
7th Grade: “Kid, you might want to stop and listen to Mr. Mayfield.”
8th Grade: “How do all you 6th graders know my… WAIT! You forgot your crown!”
9th Grade: “WOW!!! So this is how all those sixth graders felt.”
It was the first day of middle school. My three stomachs were acting up. One of my three stomachs was in a twist, another feeling queasy, and the last one, well you don’t want to know what it’s doing. Any way it was the first day of 6th grade. So when I got to school I saw I my best friends. Gracie the panda, Livy lizard, Alex the feisty alligator (she made me be her friend), Kinzie the fuzzy Kola, Faith the freaky ferret, Hannah P. the hyena, Carter the caterpillar and me Lucy the cow.
First we had to go to the all hall where us animals had to sit on the floor or go to the library where all the books are. So we all went to the hall an d sat on floor and animal talked to each other. Than all of the sudden Ringgggggg!
Then the teachers yelled at us,” DON’T get up till the second bell. 5 minutes later Ringggggg! So first class was tech lab and it wen smoothly. But then came GRC dun dun dunnnnn! For GRC we have Mr. question mark. It was mysterious. But GRC was weird. So he gave me one peeling of a banana peel then he said,” Here you go Lucy. Now if she looses the banana peel I’m going to yell at her and then I will send her to where I’d like to say fun time corner!”
So the rest of the day went by really fast. But when I got home Mr. Question Mark was at my front door staring at me giddy up the driveway. Then he revealed that he was animal just like me. So I found out he was the animal
Cliff hanger The End
or is it?????
Dun Dun Dunnnnnn
le blue – i almost forgot to respond – but it’s a delight to hear from you – always – and it’s me that should thank you – always – when you write in because it colors – jazzes – spices – up our writing and everything else – so it was very appreciated
awesome news about brandon – and sadly (since you’re too old now), i’m trying to incorporate some artwork into class every week – just something that maybe all people should know – basic things – and don’t – and we’ll look at it like a poem – like for message and such – so that’s something new i think can be fun
stay hooded:)
The First Day of the Great Book Famine
The first day of the Great Book Famine was a grim one for book-lovers world wide. It was the day the books disappeared, and no one knew where they went. I, Detective R. Reeves, had been set on the case to find them and stop the impending apocalypse. Across Shelby County, the Battle of the Books teams were in a panic.
All of the teams had lost their books but Oak Moutain, and that was just because the Oak Mountain kids had been forced to copy each book twenty times as punishment for their defeat the previous year. A few of the teams weren’t affected, since they never planned on reading the books anyway.
To the point: I didn’t have a clue how to fix the Book Famine. I hadn’t commited to memory every book in the universe, so I couldn’t write everything out. Not to mention I was a bit frazzled by the lack of books. I lived off of books, so the lack was greatly affecting me.
Honestly, I spent most of my time the first day searching for any leftover books. I needed something to read, or so I thought. My time probably would have been better spent searching for some sort of solution. Problem-solving, however, was also made more difficult by the lack of books. At the time, I was accustomed to doing all of my research in books.
The book famine was a problem beyond what I knew how to fix, as painful as it is now to admit it. It still is a problem. A big one. So, if you happen to think of a solution, I’d be glad to hear it.
It was my first day of middle school,I Had been there 5 minutes and mr.mayfield had already dumped his drink and breakfast on me. He said it was my fault and made me pay for more. Then the bell rang and I went to band my teacher was mr.munchee and mr.grizzly. All they did was fight about who was a better trumpet player. We sat through an hour of that then the bell rang again. I didn’t want to know what my next class would be like so I hid in the bathroom. Then I herd I think she’s in here come on and the military came picked me up and put me in my 6th period class. Mr.mayfield. He yelled and through pencils at me. Then when the bell rang he said he was keeping me until dismissal. Whil I was there we sat in silence until he started to lecture me . I fell asleep in the middle and he hit me on the head with a pencil and said time to go. I ran to the bus stop and hid with my friends……………The next day I was home schooled.
wow, first week – i’m impressed
billy should judge for us a winner…