11th journal entry: what was youre elementry school?

my old elementry school was braitain elementry. it is in springfeild eugene where it will soon be destroyed. i dont know why they would though. that school, is the best schol in the whole universe. it has nice office ladies and the most awsome teachers ever. thanks to one of them ( Mr. Tracey) i am here. if it hadent been him, i would have failed 4th and 5th grade. reason is becuase i went to a different school. they thought i was "special" and needed "special" care. they treated me like i was the dumbest person in the world. i dident learn how to do multipley and divide, i learned how to add and subtract, again. i finally got out. but when i got into my classes i dident know how to spell well , do math, or even read. mr. tracey knew what to do though. he understood how i learned and think. he helped me easily and by the end of the year. i even got addicted to books. i loved braiten elementry. but now their going to destroy it. i am happy to say that even if thats true i still get to see it before they destroy.

10th post: whats youre least favorite thing to do?

10th post: whats youre least favorite thing to do?

im sad to admit this but i absolutley hate to excirsice. i like to walk but not too far. i guess thats why i dont do sports. the main reason is becuase its just so annoying to have youre sides burning, i just sometimes wanna itch them. but i dont cuase that would be really weird. im just saying. 
i dont really know what else to say. i also dont like it when there is a lot of noise. if its music im fine with it. becuase i love music. i feel free and am more relaxed when i listen to it. anyways, i dont like a lot of noise becuase it just distracts me and/or its yelling. i hate yelling. i never have. thats why i dont like football games. or concerts that much. i can go and be alright as long as i have my friends and theres music. at home its really hard. whenever i hear yelling my head starts to therob and a shiver runs down my arms. when i yell its worse. my head starts feeling like theres liquid fire and i am shaking inside and out. when i yell it hurts my voice and then i start crying.... which i hate. and thats why i dont try to yell. i also try to have everyone else not yell, but thats near to impossible. they yell to tell everyone its time for dinner or that mom wants you or to shut up. but i guess lifes like that.

ninth post: whos youre favorite pet?

My favorite pet is my cat Zoë. She is a calico. When I first got her it was almost my birthday, around…. August. We were looking for cats online because I really wanted one. I had begged my mom   a million times to get me one (since we only had switchfoot and a hampster.) and when she finally said yes i was really happy. i couldnt wait untill we got my kitten. well we ended up looking for kittens online. we found two kittens who were only a month old and needed a home  in another month. i was really excited and couldnt wait till i got to see them. i waited and waited and waited and waited, but it still wasent time. i got very unpatient. by the time it was time to get them i had gotten so impatient that i almost drove the car. but my mom stopped me before i could. im really embarresed now on how i acted back then. the woman who had the kittens was very nice and told us what they couldnt and could eat. when i held zoe i felt so happy. but she just felt hungry. she kept on crying out and wouldnt stay in one place. i couldnt handle it after a while and just gave her a small hand full of food. her sister then wanted food to. i gave her some to and she just gobbled it up. i guess they are both piggys (they still are to this day.) i got to show all my friends and my grandma my new kitten and my sisters too. im happy to say they are still alive and switchfoot has learned to live with them.

eighth entry: something that cuaght youre eye today...

today i was having lunch as usual, sitting alone, when the group that called me over yesterday well, called me over again. i said sure as usual and sat down. i ate my lunch and listened to their conversations. it was all crazy and weird as usual, when all of a sudden one of the guys (lets call him poem man- you'll find out soon why) any ways poem man said " you do know you are all my freshman right? " i stared at him and thought what?  what do you mean you're freshmen? When the other guy (his name is now bob) said  " but I'm a sophomore," poem man said jokingly " you're a freshman" then bob says " you're a freshman!" they keep going on like this when poem man says " you're a jerk." then it stopped and poem man talked about how that always stopped an argument and stuff. i sat there listening smiling and laughing 'at something funny. then most of them got finished eating and left. it was just me 2 girls and poem man. now i will tell you why i called him poem man. he said he would be right back and left. when he came back he had a little binder with him. he asked us what type of poem we wanted. the girl next to me and i said depressing and the other girl said i dont know. he gave us a happy poem. i read it and smiled. it was really good. i told him this and he luaghed and said no and it was a peice of crap. i smiled cuase it reminds me of myself cause i dont think my art is any good. but youre youre own worst critic. but that what i noticed today. his poems. cuase they are truley amazing.

seventh entry: how was youre first real day in Tera Nova?

when i entered the school i was pretty nervous that no one would really like me or that someone would tell me to get out of there cause i didn't belong. but instead i had people who smiled at me and welcomed me. some even introduced themselves and showed me to the class i was supposed to go to. there was really only one person there i knew. we had met at Conestoga and he didn't like me at all right away. i didn't mind though. I'm used to people hating me and/or being rude to me. i just avoided him as much as i could. so i was introduced and a bunch of people gave friendly hellos and welcomes. i was really happy. when i got into art someone without even asking told me what to do for art. she gave me specific instructions on what to do for it. i was very happy about this. i said thank you but she only smiled. i went and did as i was told then and had fun sketching the leaves. i went to my next class happily, but still shy, and sat down by myself. someone sat down next to me and smiled. i smiled back but then tried to concentrate on what was going on. after this was lunch. i was alright with being alone at this time. its good to have time to think. i sat down with my lunch happy as a bird  and ate my lunch. of course i always have trouble eating stuff like burritos and chicken wraps. i think they don't really like me. it pretty much discombobulated on my plate so i had to get a fork.
once i was done with my wrap. i was just starting to eat my grapes when a teacher came and said worryingly "do you not want to be introduced to some new people?" i smiled at her saying saying 
"its fine." i went back to my grapes and popped one in my mouth. "are you sure? i don't like seeing you sitting here all alone." pop."no really its fine." smile. "okay, just wanted to check on you." she walks away to another teacher. i smile. what a nice teacher. i go back to my grapes popping them in my mouth admiring their delicious flavor. i notice both of the other groups are staring at me. one of them was smaller than the other with people who mostly wore black. i always thought id be apart of that particular group of people. but instead i was invited over to the bigger group which had tons of colors and laughing people. i was used to crazy people inviting me over to groups but normal people? (my definition is different than other people, some would say that that group was crazy.) i decided to join them anyway and gathered up my stuff. of course i9 forgot that my piece of paper was in my hand so it ripped while i got my backpack over my shoulder. i sighed and went over to them. i had fun. they joked around while i covered my face so they wouldn't hear my laugh. i hate my laugh. i think its terrible. they thought i was scared because of this. they told the guy at the table that his face had frightened me. i explained to them i actually thought they were funny and that my friends were crazier. they were shocked. they all laughed and said they felt sorry for me. i smiled secretly and thought if only you truly new me. i went to my other classes happily with the same manners and niceness. i was happy with the results. im still happy about them.

sixth post: tell a short story of a time you got lost.

When i was about five years old we went to Disneyland. We were having tons of fun, what with the rides and such. we went to a certain area where there were animals. I was a little kid who was in Disneyland full of sugar and Adrenalin near a bunch of animals who looked pretty. What could go wrong? A lot of things. I let go of my aunts hand because i wanted to check out the pretty pink and blue birds. I yelled "I'm gonna see the birdies Shanny!!!" to her but she probably couldn't hear me over all the noise. I rushed over in front of the cage and just stared at the birds in wonder. About 20 minutes later i was ready to go. I turned around and was saying "OK I'm ready to go!!!" when i noticed something. My aunt wasn't there. My three cousins weren't there. My brother, my sister, my grandma, and my dad were just not there.How would you feel if it was hot and there were a lot of strangers around you and you were somewhere you didn't recognise and the other fact you're just a kid. I at first felt surprised then I felt scared. Scared that they wouldn't find me scared that I was all alone! I started to tremble. What will they do to me if my parents come? Then came the water works. I cried and sat down. What will i do? I had thought at the time. What will i eat? Where will i sleep? I cried even more. All of a sudden i hear some one. I look up to find a nice looking lady on her knees in front of me. She was saying " Are you alright?" In a nice worried voice. I shook my head no. " Can you talk?" she asked . I nod but still say nothing. My mother and father always told me not to talk to strangers, no matter how nice they are. She stared at me then sighed muttering something like " Kids these days" she then looked around and asked another  question."Where's you're parents?" I looked up and say against my will
" I don't know!!! But i want them! I don't wanna be alone!" The nice woman stares at me, surprised, then sighs and says "You're not alone. You got me. Listen, why don't we put you in the lost and found so the people here can find you're parents and bring them to you?". I nodded and went with her. Few minutes later my family comes and 'saves' me and then i get grounded for when we get home since i ran off. I had  never been happier in my entire life though.

CURRENT EVENT: NEW FROG SPECIES FOUND

http://news.yahoo.com/scientists-discover-12-frog-species-india-095127170.html
it has taken years for these scientits to find what they were looking for. looking under rocks and flashing flashlights whenever they here a croak. happily the have found them now though. well its paid off for they have found 12 new frog species and 3 frog species that were thought extinct. its really hard for these scientists to get funding to protect these frogs since india is focusing on elephants and tigers to protect. 

"Frogs are extremely important indicators not just of climate change, but also pollutants in the environment," said the project's lead scientist, biologist Sathyabhama Das Biju of the University of Delhi.

these frogs are also extremeley hard to find. they are night frogs. there are 3 reasons why night frogs are hard to find:
one: they live on moist forest ground
two:they can also live in fast streams
three: they come out only at dark and during the monsoon season
and here are some of the cute frogs:
the meowing night frog, whose croak sounds more like a cat's call, the jog night frog, unique in that both the males and females watch over the eggs, and the Wayanad night frog, which grows to about the size of a baseball or cricket ball.
im glad i read this article. it was cute and slightly funny.