#slice2013

I'm not sure I have ever said this about a school year before, but junior year has flown by.

I feel as though only a couple months ago I was getting on a plane to Spain, yet ten months later I am here preparing for finals. Weird.

For my AP English class we don't have a final, but instead we had to complete a final project. For my final project I created a presentation on whether imagination or knowledge is more important to America's society today. I began my presentation with a quote from Albert Einstein, "Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Einstein was more than just a physicist. He was also a genius when it came to ethics of education.

Since 2005, American schooling has been using standardized testing as their primary unit of measurement of achievement when we should be using tests such as the Torrance task. Torrance tasks, if you have not yet heard of them, are tests that psychologists have put together in order to measure the creativity of children. Children are given different tasks and riddles and problems to complete, and then are judged/scored on their fluency, originality, flexibility and their elaboration. These 4 factors are supporting the creative process and judging students on what will really benefit them in the future.

I also researched the Problem Based Learning Approach method, where students and instructors alternate roles to promote collaboration and further motivating students to take initiative and learn things for themselves and not for the grade. One way that the PBLA curriculum does this is by using real world problems and global issues to interest their students. Through this curriculum, teachers are allowing students to be creative when it comes to their education.

Education is definitely one of the most important issues in American society today. We would be silly to not pay as much attention as possible to making schooling better.

Choose2Matter!!

Hello fellow slicers!

For the past month, I have been working to get the word out about an amazing project for students, founded by Angela Maiers. For more information, please read the post that follows and help me get the word out! It’s a great opportunity to inspire kids to make a difference in this rapidly changing world.

If you like the idea of Choose2Matter, please feel free to tweet this blog post! Our job right now is to get as many participants as possible!

Choose2Matter (the quest to matter)

YOU vs. the world

As kids, we have always been told what to do and how to do it and maybe, if we’re lucky, why it’s important. However, choose2matter is a little bit different. You are in charge. Of everything. You are in charge of what you decide to do and why what you’re doing is important and how you’re making a difference.

We all look at our world and see flaws.  However, it’s what you decide to do to better the world that makes all the difference. Are you choosing to matter? In order to participate in Choose2Matter, all you have to do is choose an issue that you want to fix and figure out a way to fix it. This is called your “quest.” Or, if you already have left your positive footprint on our world, all that’s left to do is to tell us about it!

For example, have you run a lemonade stand for a charity? Tell us!

Have you collected spare change for hurricane victims? We want to know!

Have you always been concerned with America’s growing obesity rate? Do something about it!

Check out our website at http://choose2matter.org/quest2matter-join for more details on what to do and how to do it!

IMPORTANT: submissions must be in by June 7^th!

EVEN MORE important: don’t stop doing good things because of a deadline!

Good luck and be sure to matter!

April Fools!

Alright, not going to lie. Tuesday came pretty quickly. I thought that I would have tons of stories to share in a whole entire week of going without blogging, but it's been a day. And I am stuck here without much to write.

Actually, just kidding. I do have something.

Yesterday was April fools day! You have to understand that April fools day at my house is honestly better than Easter. Well, that is, only when you're playing pranks on someone else. Unfortunately, I was the main victim this year.

Cecily, my youngest sister, duct taped all of my clothes together and then duct taped all of my hangers to the rack that they hang on and THEN duct taped all of my little drawers full of socks etc. completely shut so it took a good 10 minutes to get everything off. Trust me, it was a lot of duct tape when everything was said and done.

Then, as soon as I got home from school Cecily ran up to me at the door grinning like a madman and offered me a caramel apple. At first I was like, "Score I get a caramel apple." But then, after a closer look at these caramel "apples" I realized that they were not apples, but instead onions. Nice try Cecily.

The last prank that I received I found when preparing to brush my teeth. First, my toothpaste had been dipped in salt so I had to carefully remove every little particle so the mint-salt taste wouldn't make me completely gag. Then, when I had finally completed this difficult process I put the toothpaste on my toothbrush and turned on the water. The faucet, unfortunately for me, had been taped. This is a common trick in my household but I still fell for it. We put clear scotch tape on the faucet so when someone turns on the sink, the water goes straight at them. So then, soaking wet, I finally put the toothbrush in my mouth. It was covered in sunscreen which, I can tell you from personal experience, does NOT in any way taste okay.

And that was pretty much my April fools day! Don't worry; I'll get them all back next year.

#slice2013 31 of 31

31 of 31! Tomorrow I'm going to be lying in bed thinking to myself "I am forgetting something" and then I will think to myself "I forgot to post today!" But I'll think to myself "April Fools! It's over!" And that's weird.

Anyway, I have had an amazing time participating in this virtual experience. The slice of life has been a great community for me to be a part of and I am extremely thankful for that. I am especially appreciative of the fact that even though I am probably one of the younger slicers participating, I still got amazing feedback and comments.

I would like to especially thank Elsie and Tara for being such faithful commenters throughout this entire process. There has not been a single day where one of them has not commented on my post. They have been loyal to me even during my vent session, which is saying a lot. 

Everyone has been so original throughout this entire thing, and I was really impressed by all the blogs I saw. Participating in this challenge has helped me see things differently because I have been walking through my life looking for things to write about. I has helped me to notice. 

I would like to end this journey with a little blurb that I wrote.

I sit down and begin to draw my tree.

I draw the roots disappearing into the ground.

I draw the trunk, slowly rising up to meet the open air and the strong branches breaking off from its superiority to guide my tree out and into unknown territory.

My tree continues to grow as I have other branches branch off of those and even more branches branch off of those.

Slowly, my tree is beginning to look like a tree.

But then I stop.

I don’t know how to continue.

Or rather, not how to continue, but how to end.

How does a tree end?

Do the branches just stop?

Stop growing, stop continuing, but where? And how?

I look out my window and stare at the tree that I see everyday when I wake up, but have never really looked at until now.

I stare at it and wait for it to give me an answer.

It does.

I can see every detail of the cold brown wood because it is March and the tree is not yet covered by a blanket of green.

At the end of each branch, there is a small bud.

At every end there is a beginning.

Now, I can finish my drawing.


Happy Easter and a huge thank you to Ruth and Stacey for hosting Slice of Life!

#slice2013 30 of 31

I never realized until today that everyone's last slice was going to be on the day of Easter. Just thought that was kind of funny.

I just got home from a weekend in New York City with my family and my host family who I stayed with during my first semester this year when I went to Spain. It was soo much fun. We walked a lot and ate a lot and had a really good time. Tonight is my time to do my homework and write and do some more homework and then maybe hang out with friends.

Anyways, now I'll talk about my actual slice for today. I'm going to apply for my high school's National Honors Society and the essay I have to write is why I want to be in the NHS. I thought this would be an extremely easy essay to write, but then I realized that I didn't even know what NHS did once you got in it. Once I researched it, however, I discovered that it is basically a group of nerds that gather about once a month and talk about contests to enter, and fun community service opportunities, and how the teaching at our school is beneficial to our learning, and how we can make things better. Basically, it's my idea of a pretty good time.

Now that I know what NHS is and what it's about, it's going to be pretty easy to write this essay because I genuinely want to be part of it. What I didn't realize is that NHS is not only about what you do to get into it, but also about what you choose to do when you're accepted and that's the real reason I want to join.

#slice2013 29 of 31

My family and I were in New York this weekend and my hotel did not have internet access last night, and then, as soon as we got up, we left the hotel and I didn't have a chance to post. So this is the post that I wrote at 12:00 last night.


Today my family and I went to New York City.

We went skating in Central Park.

I had an audition so I had to leave while everyone else went biking.

I was pretty glad I missed out on the biking because it sounded pretty tiring.

Then I got back and we had a picnic.

Then we walked some more.

Then we went out to dinner and went to the top of the Rockefeller building and looked out over the entire city. It was absolutely beautiful.

Good night.

#slice2013 28 of 31

My fifth grade teacher loved writing. Writing was her favorite subject to teach and she put everything into it. I learned from this teacher how important words could be.

"Words can be misinterpreted." You can say one thing, but mean another. You never want your words to cause drama, but instead make sure that they initiate peace. Use your words to help but never to harm.

"Words can change the way you look at something." Don't judge someone by how they appear or their reputation. Wait until you hear what they have to say for themselves before you come to hasty decisions you may make based on other people's words.

"Words can make someone change their mind." Sometimes all it takes is a simple, well-spoken explanation for someone to see your side of the story. Most of the time, it is words, and not fists, that can help you gain respect. If someone understands you, it is more likely that they will like you as well.

"Words can be very, very bad." We should not abuse our power of communication. Words are not meant to be hurtful, but are instead meant to communicate. If we, as humans, didn't need to communicate, then we would have never evolved from monkeys. Make sure that you never abuse your gift of speech.

"Words are powerful."

#slice2013 27 of 31

My sophomore year History teacher taught me that people remember memorable things.

Her name was Mrs. Campbell and whenever she wanted to tell us something that she found particularly important to our overall knowledge of the topic, she would get up on top of her desk in the front of the classroom and scream it at us. However, this was only one of her many methods of attack. Another commonly used Mrs. Campbell trick was to make up strange songs and dances to go along with important historical happenings.

On my first day of History class sophomore year, the first things Mrs. Campbell said to our class was "I want to be the teacher you remember in 20 years. However, I do not just want you to remember me because I was crazy, I want you to remember me by the things you learned." I can in all honesty say that I will never forget John Locke and Thomas Hobbes because of Mrs. Campbell jumping up on her desk almost once a week and screaming at the top of her lungs, "LOCKE IS KEY."

I don't want to make this lady sound completely insane, however, because her teaching method definitely worked. Our class average was consistently higher than all of the other history classes and my writing skills definitely improved as well due to her multiple surprise in class essays that she almost never graded, but always intensely revised.

Mrs. Campbell, I will remember you in 20 years.

#slice2013 26 of 31

I had a slight writers block trying to think of what to write for this post, so I decided to make a list of important life/educational lessons I have learned over the years from teachers. This helped me remember lots of little stories that went along with these lessons I learned. I'll only share one today, but possibly expect one tomorrow [foreshadowing].


In fourth grade, a couple of my good friends and I decided to form a little club with the oh-so-original title the "I Hate Math Club." It was just me, Hannah and Abbie because we were the three musketettes who did everything together. Hannah hated math, so Abbie and I therefore did as well. My fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Bren, was not too amused with our little club, as you might imagine. Usually she let our little antics pass on by, but she was under the firm opinion that this "I Hate Math Club" needed to come to an end. The lesson Mrs. Bren taught us that I will forever keep with me is that "Just because you don't like something doesn't mean it's not important. You may dislike math, but try to choose to respect it instead of choosing to hate it."

Of course, Hannah, Abbie and I paid her absolutely no mind and continued with our "I Hate Math" chants until we eventually got sick of it. It wasn't until a couple years later that I realized how valuable Mrs. Bren's lesson really was.

#slice2013 25 of 31

I am extremely scared of my golf coach.

I'm pretty sure that every person who does any sport has that one coach that they're scared of during their lifetime. For me, he is that one coach.

I've lucked out on coaches so far. My three dance instructors that I work with are some of the nicest people I have ever known, so I have never had any reason to be scared of them. Growing up, I played soccer until sixth grade and my dad was my coach. Whenever he tried to make me scared or force me to respect him, I just thought it was hilarious. No, dad, I am not doing fifteen pushups.

However, my golf instructor this year is someone who I legitimately to not want to anger. Unfortunately I already have due to the fact that I forgot to bring in a copy of my physical the first day of practice. He told me that if I didn't bring it the next day I would no longer be able to practice as part of the team. If he had been someone who I felt comfortable and sassy with, I would have responded with something along the lines of "well, that seems a bit extreme, doesn't it?" However, because this particular man is not exactly one to appreciate a bit of sass, I responded with a brisk nod and an affirmative mental note. Trust me, I remembered the forms the next day.

I love golf and a coach's serious, Debby-downer attitude isn't going to take that away from me. Even still, I think anyone who has played a sport can agree with me when I say that the coach is an important part to enjoying the game.

I think I will make it my goal to earn his respect through my love for the game, and with that respect maybe I'll also earn a couple more compliments.

#slice2013 24 of 31

This morning in my mad rush to get to my dance competition, I spilled some yogurt. Well, I wouldn't say that I just spilled the yogurt. A more accurate description is that I dropped the full container of yogurt and watched in horror as it splattered all over the kitchen table, then rolled off the table and hit the floor. Well, not just the floor. It landed on the kitchen carpet which is nearly impossible to clean.

Just as I was running over to grab a towel while desperately trying to keep my dogs away from the spillage, a car honked in my driveway. My ride was here.

"Cecily!" I screamed, "Please come down here I really need some help!"

"Larkin are you joking me!" She yelled back, "I'm naked!"

"It's an emergency my yogurt exploded and my ride is here!"

So this is a public thank you to my 10 year old sister, Cecily, who came downstairs to the kitchen completely naked other than a sports bra to clean up my mess for me. Cecily, I owe you one.

#slice2013 23 of 31

DEADLINES: THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE

I cannot do deadlines. Seriously, though. I hear about a deadline and it goes through one ear and out the other. I am going to make a new March resolution, since New Years has already passed, to make a habit of writing down deadlines because I honestly miss every other one. It's been a miracle that I've remembered to post every day.

I've missed deadlines for school, deadlines for my friends, deadlines for contests and deadlines for summer programs. It's really, really bad. I'm applying to a Columbia summer writing program and my mom and I originally thought the deadline was March 1st. I didn't make it. However, no need to worry, the deadline is actually April 3rd--my mom and I are just illiterate and I am extremely lucky! 

It's not as if I don't care or as if I don't sometimes enjoy doing the work. It's just that I'm extremely talented at forgetting important dates. There's so much I have to remember on a daily basis, and I often hear the words "due in two weeks" and completely relax. 

I suppose I will go start my biology paper that's due on Monday.

#slice2013 22 of 31

My mom's new thing is Ted Talks. I'd have to admit though, I really enjoy this latest obsession of hers. If you haven't yet had the pleasure of listening to a Ted Talk, I would definitely recommend it. The last Ted Talk she had us watch was a talk by a lady from Nigeria. She talked about how difficult it is to not judge a group of people as a whole and make assumptions about individuals based on typical stereotypes. This talk struck me even more than any of the others we've seen so far because I realized in horror that I often do just that-judging individuals based on group stereotypes-often without even noticing.

Chimamanda Adichie came from a fairly well-off family in Nigeria. The average, typical, white, middle-class American would make the classic assumption that people from Africa speak a foreign African language, listen to old tribal music, dress in red and orange cloths and pee in holes in the ground. Unfortunately, Chimamanda's roommate at her American college made many of these assumptions when, as Ms. Adichie points out, in reality Chimamanda "listens to Moriah Carey."

Ms. Adichie did not exactly enjoy or understand these assumptions made about herself and her culture, but did not appreciate exactly how easy it was to be pulled into the trap of believing a stereotype until she, herself, made an assumption about Mexicans based on her knowledge of the group as a whole. As the media constantly reminds us, there is an ever increasing number of illegal Mexican immigrants entering the United States. Chimamanda sheepishly admits that she saw a Mexican American and immediately assumed he was illegal. She goes on to talk about how easy it is to do to other people exactly what her roommate had done to her.

Her talk got me thinking not only about how easy it is to fall into believing the common stereotypes, but also how easy it is for the government and the media to manipulate the stereotypes we trust. 

Chimamanda Adichie did not just believe in a typical stereotype, but more specifically a stereotype created and made popular by the government and the media. If the news of the surplus of Mexican immigrants hadn't been in the newspaper and on television every other day, I doubt that the Mexican American population would be looked at in the same way that they are now.

Ms. Adichie's story just goes to show us that we need to be careful of what we choose to believe about people and what evidence we have to support those beliefs. If our only back-up evidence for making assumptions is "everyone knows that" then maybe we should take a second look at why "that" is such a commonly known fact. Maybe there's more to it than what first meets the eye.

#slice2013 21 of 31

Wow I cannot believe there are only 10 days left. March has felt so long but I do not feel as if I have been blogging for anywhere near 20 days.

My family just recently traded in our Volvo for a Honda CR-V, which I am extremely thankful to have to drive. Anyway, the other day I noticed with a shock that my tank was running on empty. I got home and told my mom and she decided that this was the perfect opportunity for me to learn how to pump my own gas. So this is the story of my gasoline mishap.


"Mom!" I call as I walk into the kitchen. I put my keys into her hand, "My tank is empty. Next time you go somewhere, can you take my car instead of yours?"

She looks at me in the way that only a mother can. "Alright, but you're coming with me."

I groan. "Mom. It's, like, 25 degrees out. Can't you teach me when it at least hits 70?"

"No."

Defeated, I walk upstairs.

A half hour later she calls up to me that she's leaving to pick up my sister and I'm going with her. I reluctantly trudge down and we walk out to the garage together. It's freezing. We get to the car and she immediately goes to the driver's side. You're kidding me. Not only is she making me fill up my tank of gas in 25 degree weather, but she's also driving. Hello, I have my license. I don't say anything though and slide into the passenger's.

We go to the gas station first. She pulls in and parks it right next to the nozzle, rolls down her window and hands me a credit card. I take it and give her a dramatic sigh. She smiles.

Once I get around the car, she begins to call directions. "Alright, I just opened the gas tank right here." I stick my head inside the car to see what she's talking about. "Now take the regular nozzle. No! Not diesel! Diesel ruins your car! Yes, that one."

I pick it up and watch as a couple drops of excess gasoline fall from its nozzle. Disgusted, I wipe my hand on my pants.

"Okay, now carry it over to the gas tank and now unscrew the cap on the gas tank. You see it?" I nod and begin to unscrew it. "Alright, good. Now just put the nozzle into the tank and pull up on that metal clamp." I do what she says.

After what seems like an eternity and a half, the tank is full and the machine stops. I remove the nozzle, screw the gas cap back on, close the latch, put the nozzle back on the holder and swipe the card. Mom nods in approval and I happily walk back around the car, blowing warm air on my hands.

I get back into the passenger's seat and stick my hands under my thighs trying to warm them up.

I crinkle my nose. "Ew, mom, it smells really bad."

"Larkin, did you get any gasoline on you?"

"No!" I exclaim, "You watched me the whole time!"

She takes one of my hands out from underneath my nice warm thighs and smells it. Her face is not too pleasant. "You have gasoline on this hand. Don't touch anything." I offer up the other hand just in case and her face is even worse this time around. "Just hold them both in front of you and don't touch anything."

Unfortunately, as I discovered later that night, the gasoline had not just gotten on my hands. Instead, the smell was all over every piece of clothing that was on my body due to my strange need to wipe my hands off on any surface available. My mom's car smelled like gasoline for a solid couple of days. Thanks to this experience, I have officially developed a slight phobia of gasoline pumps.

#slice2013 20 of 31

Sorry to disappoint, but I'm extremely tired and extremely frustrated/stressed about my teachers/school at the moment, so my blog post today will be slightly shorter than my average.

The reason for my frustration: My biology teacher.

The reason why this particular teacher is frustrating me: There are too many reasons to count but I'll list off a couple.

1.
Our latest big assessment was a partner project where one of my friends and I had to create a powerpoint for down syndrome that would be educational and beneficial to the rest of the class. I did 99% of the work (there were supposed to be 20 slides and I did 21 and my partner did 2), which is frustrating in itself. However, it gets worst. This teacher, who shall remain nameless, told me that my partner and I were going to lose a large chunk of points because we did not have 15-second intervals in between slides, but instead we manually clicked the arrow to get from one slide to another. Let me just point out that this (meaning this type of powerpoint presentation) was something everyone else in the class but me had done before. I hadn't due to the fact that I had been in Spain for four months. I described this problem to him in a beautifully crafted email to which he did not respond and then when I asked him about it to his face, he told me he "did not care."

2.
We have a large test on Friday and today was our day of review. He told us yesterday to come to class prepared with questions, so I read the entire chapter in my textbook and took careful notes on topics that confused me that I could ask him about. Of course, no one else in my class came prepared and I was the only student with my hand up when he asked if there were any questions. He reluctantly called on me again and again and then told me after class that I needed to give some of the other students a chance to talk. Hate to break it to you, buddy, but I just saved most of my fellow students' behinds for Friday's test.

3.
His breath smells like unbrushed teeth and coffee which I can tell you quite confidently due to his desire to be face-to-face with you while he's talking.

Thanks for listening to my rant!

#slice2013 19 of 31

Dear College Administrator,

I hope that you'll be happy to know that my grades are back on the upward climb since I just quit my job after school. I looked at your school's requirements and realized that a higher GPA was definitely more promising for my admission to your school than saying on my transcript that I work three days a week.

Unfortunately, my SAT scores will not be as good as they could have been, but this is not my fault. I blame it all on my mother. The only SAT class that I could've taken to prepare my for the test was on a Thursday night, the night of my ballet class. I wanted to drop my dance class and take the SAT prep, but unfortunately my mother was completely against this decision. So, I regretfully inform you, I will not be getting into this college because my mom convinced me that I value my extracurricular activities more than I value a number I receive on a standardized test.

However, do not worry. If I do not get into your school, my younger sister, Julia, definitely will. She has decided to not take an art class next year--her sophomore year--but instead she is going to take both AP Macro Physics and AP Chemistry to further boost her GPA. Two AP classes as a sophomore may seem like a little much to some people, but Julia can definitely handle it. She has already decided that she can increase her free time to spend on homework next year if she cuts back on her four-day-a-week soccer schedule.

I honestly hope that you welcome her with open arms. She is an amazing student and I have not met a harder worker in my life. It is my goal for the rest of this year to cut back on the extra things that I do outside of school that I cannot put on my transcript, such as writing and painting and drawing, and instead devote that extra time to studying for my classes and the SATs. Thanks to the many informational meetings I have taken time out of my life to attend, I now realize that if I want to get in to a good school, my grades should always come first. I promise I will stop practicing the piano and working on my latest painting so I can spend more time on the SAT practice book I just bought for myself.

Love,
Larkin

#slice2013 18 of 31

Happy (late) Saint Patrick's Day!

Everyone assumes that I'm super Irish due to my red hair, but I'm really only about 8%. However, I can still say I'm Irish!

I have a blog post that I came up with with my mom that I'm excited to write, but due to the fact that there's not much time left in the day today and there is the possibility of a snow day tomorrow, I will save my exciting blog for tomorrow. Stay tuned.

I'm not too upset about a snow day tomorrow. Sure, I am beyond sick of this nasty 30 ° weather and am all too ready for spring, but I love stress-free days when I get to catch up on social and educational work without any extreme pressure.

I have decided to write a spur-of-the-moment poem.

Every once in a while I wish I could change my face.
To be honest it gets pretty boring
When I wake up to the same thing every morning.
The same forehead,
The same small chin,
The same blue eyes,
The same pale skin with
The same brown freckles.

Sometimes I get pretty fed up with my hair.
What if I woke up and it just wasn't there?
What if I dyed it blonde or brown or gray,
What would I look like, what would people say?

Sometimes I just want a small-ish change,
Something not too big, something not too strange,
But something that's different, that I hadn't seen before,
So that looking in the mirror wouldn't be such the bore.

I guess that's the reason for people's dramatic new looks.
It's sort of like how every time my mom cooks
She changes the recipe just slightly each night
So we are always surprised with every first bite.

I wrote this in 10 minutes and will probably go back and revise it more later, but I'M NOT SURE HOW TO END!!

#slice2013 17 of 31

Every other year my chorus and all the other chorus' in my town's district have a districtwide music festival. A lot of people come and it's a pretty big deal, and this year my music teacher asked me to design the front cover of the program.

It was another feel-good moment.

This is what I came up with. She told me it had to do with spring, because the concert is in the middle of April when everyone has one thing in mind: spring. I came up with a chart of all the things that remind me of spring and my favorite idea was the butterfly. Of course, my grandmother pointed out ever so bluntly after I had finished the painting that Monarch butterflies come in the fall. Thanks, LC. I appreciate you telling me that after I finish.

#slice2013 16 of 31

I've been having all sorts of prom drama today so I've decided to do a completely unrelated post and talk about all the things the past few days that have made me happy/improved my self confidence.

I'll make a list.

1.
My sister Julia's birthday is on Tuesday and a lot of the things that she asked for we had to order online. One of the main things that she asked for but she was positive she wouldn't get were L.L.Bean boots. My mom had made plenty of comments along the lines of "those things are ugly" and "when would you ever use those". The other night the UPS man dropped of a box in the middle of our family dinner. My dad got up and went to go see what it was. He picked it up, brought it inside and announced, "Melanie, (my mom) it looks like you have a package from L.L.Bean but it's addressed to Julia." Julia's faced lit up and my dad realized a few seconds too late what he had just done.
My mom just shook her head while everyone else had themselves a good laugh.

2.
I was complaining the other day to my sister how everyone thought I was the ugly sister. I was not having a terrific day and was having a bit of a pity party for myself. However, her answer was completely unexpected. She started yelling at me that no one had ever said that and then told me that a couple of her friends picked out who they thought the top five prettiest people in my grade were and I was on that list. I know this is a bit materialistic, but it really helped me see myself in a different light. I have never thought of myself as a very pretty person, let alone one of the prettiest in my grade.

3.
This one's going to be short and sweet. I do a program called Looking In. Looking In is a program where high school kids create short scenes about modern day life and perform them for other high schoolers. I had a performance the other day and it went really well. So that was my third good thing.

#slice2013 15 of 31

A few days ago I posted my observations for English class. Some people commented and asked what my English teacher was planning to do with those observations and what my next steps would be. Today is your lucky day. I am going to tell you.

Our next step after making observations was to babble about the time that we spent outside. This sounded absolutely crazy to me at first. Babble? Like a crazy person? But when I started I realized how relaxing and soothing babbling is. You're writing about nothing, but something comes of it. I'm going to share with you just a couple pieces of my babble that I think I can integrate into other larger and more meaningful pieces of writing.

If you stare at anything long enough, it begins to look unfamiliar. At first a rock in a stone path just looks like any rock. But then when you stare hard enough you notice the engraved craters and the small chunks that are missing from the otherwise smooth surface. It's as if your eyes have adjusted to being able to view finer details, and everything becomes unclear yet focused.

I stared up at the endless sky. I say endless because I know that that's what it is, but lying there at that moment it didn't seem very endless. The roof of my house and the branches of the trees interrupted its otherwise perfect blue. As I watched, a plane entered my field of vision and flew across my patch of sky right through the middle and left a white trail. My sky had been split.

I'll keep you posted on what Mr. Carter has us do next!