redeyes669’s Neighborhood

Well if you don't know I've been running cross country with my school, and our practices are each morning. We have built up the miles and now we're on 5 miles. So anyways. Yesterday we started running and like usual I stayed at the back of the pack while slowly getting farther away because those people are crazy fast. I was running with one of the other girls who is actually slower than me, somehow. Her name's Allison, I don't want to keep saying the other girl. She was keeping up with me for the beginning. We actually weren't to far away from the main group, maybe 10 steps back. They had just crossed a street. It was just a regular street, no light, it wasn't even a 4 way crossing point either it was just this one street to the side. A truck was starting to stop when we got there. I was only a step or two in front of  Allison, so I didn't stop I just kept going. The driver, so impatient. As soon as I got past his car he starts to go, and he nearly hit me too. I spun around because Allison was still behind me. It's not as if she's short or anything, she's only like an inch or two shorter than me. Well I spun around and the guy put on his brakes so he doesn't hit her. She was right in front of his car too. She crossed the street, alive thank God, and the impatient, blind, stupid guy speeds off. Before he did though I heard his girlfriend, or wife whatever she is, say "Oh my God!". It was like she was blaming Allison for nearly being hit. I almost yelled "Hey watch where you're going you almost hit her you retard!". I didn't though because it's not very Christian-like, and going to a private school I don't think it would've been a wise thing to say. I mean if someone yelled that at an idiot driver and then said "Oh why don't you come by our church, and maybe repent; it'll be fun I promise" I would be puzzled too. Heck I wouldn't go near that church even if they were giving out free stuff. So I didn't, no matter how much I wanted to, I didn't. But that guy must've been a real idiot not to see her. Yeah he is in a truck and is higher up, but if he saw me he would've been able to see her.

I can't believe that guy was so impatient because he nearly hit me, then pretty much hit Allison. It just cost him more time than it would've if he had just sat there waiting patiently. Ok maybe he was going somewhere important and couldn't be late, but I'm sure hitting someone and then having to deal with the police, and all that junk that comes with it would've made him late for sure. What did he think he could go right through her as if she were a ghost. No way! Last time I checked everybody is made of the same material, and I'm pretty sure bones and flesh aren't the same thing as ectoplasm. Just so you know that's what they call what ghosts are made of. Well there certainly seem to be a lot more idiots out there now.

Yes that's exactly what my 4th of July was. It was the lamest 4th of July I have ever had. My family was supposed to spend 4th of July with one of our friend's family. It didn't work out though because a relative died on Wednesday, and they just couldn't get together with us. It stunk big time. We kept asking our parents what we were going to do and they said they didn't know. So it was pretty much like a Saturday. My dad worked in the backyard trimming and my brother did some work too, I think. My mom was making homemade baked beans. She had gotten all the stuff so she decided to make them anyways. I laid around all day because I was tired from running 5 miles in the morning and I didn't want to do anything. Then out of the blue my parents say go take a shower. I was like ok because I was planning on taking one soon anyways. I was curious,. however, as to what we were showering for. Of course they my parents wouldn't tell us. We ended up going up to the Mt. Baldy lodge restaurant. We ate a lunch-dinner there and went back home. Star Wars was on that night so we watched that. I wanted to watch the fireworks after, but I was so tired from waking up at 6:15 every day that I just went to bed. The highlight of my 4th of July was probably watching star wars, oh and then came sleep. It was the lamest 4th I've ever had.

To all of you bloggers out there:

Happy 4th of July!!!!!!

Kids

What happened indeed. That's what I think when I see little kids nowadays. Well the ones that are in 4th to 6th grade. I remember when I was in 4th grade that my friends and I never got in fights, argue with teachers, and never said a single cuss word. We had never even heard a cuss word in life up to that point. We had fun just being together no matter what we happened to be doing at the moment. Now that I look back on those simple days, it really was the golden point in my life. Having 3 main friends that I hung out with all the time, had fun no matter what we were doing or where we were, and hung out at each other's houses after school, during the summer, or on weekends. I remember before my 3rd main friend started hanging out with us that the 3 of us were called the three musketeers. Then Joe came along and we decided to be called the 4 musketeers. We had so many good times. We grew up though and moved into the 5th grade. Got more friends but we still stuck together. The new 4th graders were a bit more troublesome than our year had been, but then again we grew worse as we went into the 5th grade. We weren't too bad though, just a bit rowdier and talkative.

Next came 6th grade. Wow. I was shocked with the new 4th graders. My friends and I were all pretty much the same except for the fact we were older, more talkative, less attentative (of course), and liked doing different stuff during lunch and recess (or should I put recess first?). But let me tell you these 4th graders were just bad. I remember we were waiting to go out to the blacktop before school started and all of a sudden I hear someone behind me say "Oh my God hurry the F@#% up!" I was like who said that? I look back and there's a whole bunch of 4th graders standing behind us looking annoyed and impatient. I was so shocked I just started being stubborn and thought to myself "it couldn't have been them, it must have been a 6th grader who moved away right after he/she said that". It was crazy. So you know my day went about as usual and I had a great day up to lunch. During lunch I had just finished eating and was heading back up to the blacktop with my friends when I saw some 4th graders ahead of us. They were just talking regular at first, but all of a sudden one of them started cussing. Oh and this isn't just one word, it was like the whole sentence was constructed from cuss words. I was shocked. I couldn't ignore it anymore; I had to face up to the fact that this 4th grader was cussing. It was really sad. I kind of felt bad for him because he was probably raised up by parents who cussed all the time so he thought it was alright. Now I'm even older and I wonder how young are the kids who are cussing now? 3rd, 2nd grade? It's sad because eventually it may come to little toddlers' first words are cuss words. It saddens me, but it can't be stopped. Maybe in school teachers can stop it, but teachers don't live with their students (only a few exceptions here, if your parents are teachers then you're covered) so it's going to happen at home. Let's hope those toddlers like mama and dada better. Let's just hope.

If you could do anything you want tomorrow, what would it be?
Submitted by Becca-Pink.

Oh man, I know exactly what I would do. First I would sleep, sleep, sleep. Yessir I would. Then I would go on one of those million dollar shows and win. Then I'd spend some of it and then put the rest in my savings account. I think that's about it. Yeah then I would just read, maybe play my ds a bit. Oh and I would get a puppy. Either a Shi Tzu, Golden Retriever, Chocolate Lab (for my mom she wants one), Cockapoo (they're soo cute), or a Siberian Husky (these are so cute too). Yeah that sounds good. Yup. Now you should ask what I would do on Friday. I want to run the 5k in Claremont so bad, but I'm too late to register and day of registration is just hectic. Yeah that would be my Friday.

What does blogging do for you?
Submitted by Madeleine Rose.

Blogging, blogging, hmm, what it does for me... Ooo that's a tough one. Let me think that one over for a minute. Ok minute's over. lol! Well blogging offers me endless possibilities really. I started blogging for an English assignment that I enjoyed, but kind of didn't like. I only didn't like it because we had to blog about one thing in particular. That gets boring after awhile so you can imagine my pain. I like it now though because I can post about whatever I want to. It's a way for me to vent about some seriously annoying issues I've come across, I can post about things I like, I can give my opinion on something, and much much more. It's also a way to get my voice to be heard in a crowd of people. I like that most because many people probably wouldn't bend their ear to listen to me.  It's also a great way to spread Christianity. Many people think you have to become a missionary to spread God's message, but it's a lot simpler than that. Just telling people you know about God is spreading the word. I figure it's easier to spread God's word through blogging because billions of people can read what you've written. It's all very cool.

I got this story in an email and let me tell you it's the funniest and awesomest thing ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What is a childhood memory that still haunts you?

I'm guessing you mean a bad memory because a good memory wouldn't haunt you. I'm still considered a kid, but I do have one memory that I know will haunt me forever. One of my friends had an older brother who was the same age as mine, and they played baseball on the same team. In fact that's how my friend and I met. At one of their games my friend and his other older brother, by only a year, brought their skateboards and we took turns riding them down this hill that was a good distance away from our parents. They were ok with it though because we would check in, and there was three of us. It could've been four but my sis hates sports and doesn't like skateboarding. She went for baseball instead of skateboarding. We were at the top of the hill about to go down when a girl came by with a rottweiler I think, if my memory is right. She was at the bottom of the hill, and we were a bit wary, all except Zach, my friend. She said it was alright and that her dog wouldn't hurt us. Garrett, Zach's older brother, said don't go because we didn't know this person or her dog. Zach being his crazy self rode down anyways. Well when he got to the bottom near the girl the dog jumped at him and started to bite and claw him. The girl was in shock for a second then she pulled her dog off of Zach and tried to keep him at bay. Zach went over to this wall that was like a few steps away. The dog got away from his owner and tried to attack him again. The girl sheltered Zach by standing right in front of him, she was a teenager I believe so this worked out very good. Garrett and I were in shock up on the hill. We wanted to go get help, but the only way down was right in the path of the dog, and let me tell you no way were we going down there! In a minute or so the girl got her dog and was able to drag him away. She left so we could get help, and so the dog couldn't attack Zach again. It was scary to see that happen. Garrett and I ran down to Zach and see if he was alright. He was scratched and bit a lot. Garrett ran ahead to get his parents and I grabbed the skateboards. I can't remember how but we somehow got over to where our parents were. An ambulance had come and fixed Zach up there. I think his mom took him home then. I can't remember the outcome of that game; who could with all that happened that day. Ever since then I've been wary of dogs whatever their owners say.

Man I just got to thinking, teachers are crazy! It's a good crazy though. You've really got to respect them too. Man could you imagine having to deal with what they have to day in and day out? Oh and don't forget the little extra bit called yearly. Ouch! The reason I got to thinking this is because I've been getting up every day of this summer so far at 6:15AM. After getting up I would go to my high school and run 4 miles. I'm doing cross country so I'm running with the cross country girls every morning, except Sundays, to get ready for cross country season. Then I go home and just veg all day. It's a hard workout even though I've been working up my miles. I don't make it much better that I stay up till like 10:00 each night. I have gotten better about when I wake up though, so it's a bit better. But let me tell you I'm so exhausted the rest of the day I can't really do anything else. It only gets worse as the week goes on because I get even more tired and it makes the miles that much harder. I can't even get back sleep on Sunday because I have church, not that I don't like church I just wish it were later. I do nap a bit during the day though, so that helps I guess. But then I got thinking: to be a teacher is even harder. They go through so much drama, of course only jr high and high school teachers have to deal with it every day, but still. They're up late in the night either grading papers, making their lesson plans, or getting ready for a lesson. Then they stay after school for more work and meetings, or even to help their students. I know my mom is pooped at the end of each week. Friday night she hits the couch, at a specific place the corner where the two pieces of our sectional meets, and she's out like a light. I would say that she has it worse though because she teaches pre-k. It's no piece of cake let me tell you. She has to be creative, strict but kind, and needs to get everything ready for crafts and special days like their parties. I guess that's why pre-k teachers have assistants. It still is crazy. Man teachers sure are crazy, and that's why we respect them.

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For any of you out there still reading this, I'm putting this blog to sleep until next spring's writing assignment. I am going to make an effort not to turn into a total blogging loser like I did last year, so I'll still be posting at Highly Appallified. Head on over there and let me know if you're still posting so I can keep reading. To all my 8th graders specifically, great job on the blogs, and I hope you keep posting! Best of luck ladies and gentlemen.