Xelly's Chronicle

Yesterday, my friend Hannah and I decided that we were going to be first to finish the mile run in PE for the girls. That was 4 1/2 laps around the track.

She told me before we started," Kelly, I'll be happy if you finish first, because it'll be like me finishing first. And You'll be happy if I finish first because... well, yeah that won't be the same."

I started laughing because SHE thought she was faster than ME. Actually, that's pretty much the truth, but it's not really fair since she's over a foot taller than me. All the girls were lined up (me and hannah ran up to be in front), and we were off. Hannah and I, unlike most girls, were going to run the entire mile, no stopping. So, on the first lap, be didn't sprint, we just ran kinda fast, THINKING that we were pacing ourselves. By the time we finished the first lap, we were on the opposite side of the track of the other girl. Then, my old best friend, Rachel, came and joined us! All the guys who were keeping times of their partner's times were cheering for us.

By the time we were a half way through our second lap, we noticed how we felt like we were about to throw up (PE right after lunch, yeah, not the brightest of the school's ideas).

"We're not gonna stop for anything!" we kept saying.

By this time, we were already lapping people, although we had slowed down.

"WHOOOOO! KEEP GOING!" our partners cheered.

We were moaning about how sick we felt. How we were gonna throw up. Actually, I never once got a cramp through-out this, and neither did my running partners. The only things that hurt were our throats and our stomachs. Actually, at this time, I would like to mention, Hannah tried to stop at the 1 1/2 lap, then she got back behind Rachel, so I was in the lead.

We kept up the pace, convincing ourselves that this was the worst of it and that we would stop feeling the pain in a little bit. I glanced at the timer as we ran by in the middle of the third lap, it read 3:25. I thought that we could do it in 6 minutes.

Rachel and I were getting more and more tired. Half- way through our fourth lap, Hannah suddenly started sprinting. We had no idea where she got the energy to do this, but I think she slowed down before she got there. We heard boys screaming, "Get your time, get your time!!" as we jogged by, and I picked up the pace a little bit, Rachel right behind me. With like, 1/5 of a lap left, I started sprinting.

"TIME!"
"7:21, but add 10 seconds, I started the timer late."

Rachel finished 1 second within my time. I clutched my chest as I stopped running. The taste of blood in my throat, my lung full of fluid. If I breathed in too much it pained me. Yet, through the pain, somehow I felt good, I felt like running the mile again, only this time beating Hannah and getting 1st!

"Good job, what was your time?" my partner, Matt, asked.

He couldn't believe it when I told him my time was 7:31.

"WHAT!? Thats messed up, you had to have been going faster than that! I mean you guys were haulin', I mean, ya'll were haulin!" Matt told the 3 of us afterwards. Boy, I felt good, 2nd place, and I wanted to do it again! But there was no way we could've kept going. Rachel wound up with a cough ( I did later on too), all three of us had throats that hurt, and ears that hurt as well. I have an ear ache right now, and my throat was bleeding too.

I feel very accomplished right now, and next time, we're gonna go for breaking the school record! (6:43)

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Today I found out some most excellent news! I made it for Honors Chorus!! I also will be able to try out for Allstate. I have found out more info on allstate too. You go through 2 rounds of auditions. In the 1st audition (it's the hardest) you must sing a major, minor, and chromatic scale. Read 3 simple lines of music (according to Mrs. Pence, but I don't know, sight reading may be my weakness). Then we do Tonal Memory (they play 5 notes, you sing them back), and a piece we memorize. The next round is a "breeze" (quoting Mrs. Pence). If you make it through both rounds, you will go to Savannah for 4 days and nights, and practice with really good conductors and the best singers in Georgia. I don't know if I'll even get through the first round, but I think I'm gonna try, just to say I did it. I don't know much about honors chorus. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

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I am really excited about doing chorus this year. We have it for the first time. Today we were doing voice testing for the girls. It was to see if we were sopranos or altos. Well, not I only was I able to sing the lowest in my group I went to sing with, I was of the highest with one of the other girls. We can sing the highest in our class. trust me, it's not pretty, but it is in tune at least. She said we can work with that later. Anyways, the other girl and I (who said she had no singing talent at all, but I think she was saying that in case she sounded bad to other people) in the group "were on pitch" the entire, and we might get to be in honors chorus, which is like, a county (state?) wide chorus. We were not the only ones in the class, just the only ones in our group of... 5, but some groups didn't even have one person to do Honors. I have to go in early on tuesdays and thursdays to work with her, and later on I would like to try out for Allstate, which is much more competitive. You have to audition by yourself in front of judges, and it is international i think. I don't quite remember, but i am really, really, really excited.

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In math, we were given a creative writing assignment where we took 25 algebraic terms from a large list and used them in a creative writing piece, using them, but with a different meaning than what they would mean in algebra.
Bold- Algebraic terms

It was the 2nd term at Divide Middle School. I was there as a substitute teacher for Spanish. I had a prediction that it was going to be bad, starting with the fact I had no clue on how to speak Spanish, and I had to walk up this really long slope to get to the school. I mean sure, I could translate hola, but almost everyone knew that meant hello. Plus, my ankle was hurting from the recent operation I had (it hurt even worse after the big walk). Also, the slogan was 'Do not sin'. Not like that's a bad thing, but it is very' uncreative and their school was not even a religious school. In comparison to the slogan 'Building a tradition of excellence', (Crews Middle School) it was just dull.
Well, first thing that happened when I got there, the principle confronted me about my 'improper foot wear'.
'WHY ARE YOU WEARING PINK SANDALS?! THAT'S A BIT RADICAL FOR A SUBSTITUTE TEACHER DON'T YOU THINK!?!' the principle yelled in a much louder volume than he needed to.
'Well, um, no-'
'HEY YOU! DON'T RUN IN THE HALLWAYS!!' shrieked the principle at a teacher fast walking to her classroom.
I walked to where I was going to teach, my ankle throbbing at an annoyingly fast rate. On the desk I found a note:

El plan de la clase est' en el armario n'mero uno.
Combinaci'n: 12, 49, 17
Los libros espa'oles est'n en sitio de se'ora Tina.
'stos son todos nuevos estudiantes, as' que no saben
espa'ol todav'a.

'Oh gosh, what that supposed to mean' I thought out loud. I tossed the note aside and searched the area for the lesson plan. There was none. The note must have had to do with the lesson plan. If only there was some kind of translation machine. Which was when it hit me, the students could help read it, it was such a simple solution. Quickly, I went to grab a cup of coffee before the bell rang.

'RRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!' Students poured in to the classroom. My ankle was starting to tingle unpleasantly. I grabbed one of the students aside to look at the note.
'Sorry miss, none of us know Spanish, we're all new.'
'Wh- bu- wel- Are you sure' I stammered on the verge of tears.
'Yep, I'm positive, but if it makes you feel better my dad just started giving free samples at his tattoo shop. He'd probably give you a discount on a tattoo for being my teacher and all. By the way, how much DID it cost to get your entire foot tattooed blue like that'
'I'm sorry, could you repeat that' I said, thinking I had heard him wrong.
'How much did it cost to get your entire foot tattooed blue' the student asked slowly.
I looked down and screamed. My entire foot, from the ankle I had operation on down, was an extremely deep blue. I can't remember much after that, because I fainted. I was told they drove me straight to the hospital, and my foot was amputated. And THAT is the tale, of the worst day of my life.

THE END


The Spanish teacher's note translated:

The class plan is in locker number one.
Combination: 12, 49, the 17
Spanish books are in Mrs. Tina's room
These are all new students, so they still do not know Spanish.

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Yesterday and today, we dissected frogs in science. It was pretty gross. As you probably guessed, it was a 2 day process. Yesterday we chose the frog of our choice from a big ol' bucket of frogs in this solution (PU!!). It was gross, my partner made me get out our frog. Picture sticking your hand into this yucky smelling fluid through a pile of stiff, soggy, dead froggies. Then we each got 1 pair of gloves that we had to use today and save until tomorrow because we were "running low on gloves", (my teacher doesn't have to lie, there is whole cabinet full of latex gloves that everyone knows about. There must be a thousand pairs!). We didn't even really need to use the gloves the first day, all we did was examine the frog's external features. We were supposed to figure out if our frog was a boy or a girl frog by their thumbs. "Boys have bigger thumbs to hold the female while mating"...heh heh heh. Nobody could really see any difference in all the thumbs though so for day 1, our frog's gender was a mystery. Well, when we were done with day 1, guess what my partner did. SHE THREW AWAY THE GLOVES!! I forgave her though. So, today was the gross day where we had to cut open the frog and cut out and examine our frog's internal organs. Lucky us, no gloves. Well, SURPRISE! Our frog was a female. Boy, was she loaded, their were eggs EVERYWHERE! Behind her organs, in front of her organs, in between her organs, in her ribs! It was amazing, and gross... Why is caviare such a "rare" delicacy? Well, we were kinda frustrated because we got a small frog with cramped organs that stuck together and you couldn't tell which organ was which. To let out some of our anger, we broke the frogs arms off. Ok, that was part of the reason, really it was because they were so stiff that we couldn't move them out of the way of our "working" area. So we cut open the stomach to see any undigested food. We found parts of beetles, and guess what? This sick frog ate it's own eggs!! At that moment, a kid in my class, "Brew", threw his frog legs at us! I mean, one of the smartest kids in class who people get so annoyed with because he always tries to be an adult was immature! Well, that was the interesting stuff. THE END.

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I'm putting this here just in case my floppy disk breaks.

Life Cycle of a Seed (PowerPoint)

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I am proud to be a part of this club, Wall Paper Rippers of America! Shivani and I made it up, well, really I made it up. She came up with our motto though, Rip, Tear, Trash, ah! (You know, the Crest whitening brushes that are rubber things you put on your fingers in case you forgot to brush? Rip, slip, brush ah!) I came up with this because....it all started on Friday. Mom wants to put new wall paper up in the dining room. We had some fun ripping that wall paper. It is VERY addicting, you just can't pull yourself away. I was telling Shivani that I liked it. She said she did it once too! She agreed with me that it was very fun indeed. Well, we had an idea to have our own club because Rachel (another friend) had the NCPC. This is the NO CELL PHONE CLUB. All the members do not have a cell phone and really want one. Well, I have no cell phone but really want to...*ahem hem hem* (hint hint: I would like one for christmas. too bad mom and dad will not allow it! Too bad, if they didn't read my blog I might have actually gotten away with it) Still, I am not a member. So, Shivani and I have our own club. You are only allowed to be a member if you have ripped wall paper. Everybody who's anybody has ripped wall paper! Only cool people in our club. So far the members of our club is: 2. Mom, you could be a member if you wanted!

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Ms.Dickson told us to right our serendipity today. A DREAM COME TRUE. Of course, when she said a dream come true I think FANTASY. I write about how I want this magical flying pony that is pink! It flies over the world and has money flying out of it's ears and nose! It's purple hair is constantly falling out, and wherever the hair lands, peace will spread through out the land! Best of all, when it flies, I ride on it and we are out in space. PLUS, we don't need oxygen!! My picture got chosen to hang up on the wall!

This was an entry I wrote on March the 29th 2004 in the 6th grade. It never got published, it was only a draft when I read it! I remember this picture, Mrs. Dickson kept it. it was not even my best art!

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I was reading one of my old journals from the 5th grade. There was one of a few pages that appeared to be folded over at one point in time (our teacher would read our journals regularly to read our stories and we would fold over pages we did not want her to read). It was actually pretty funny. It was about "One of the most embarrassing days of my life".

Today was SOSOSOSO embarrassing! When I came to school and sat down I smelled something really bad! I was thinking "Man, Clay must not have washed his clothes!! It is too bad I have to sit next to him." So I turned my head away, but the smell just would not go away! The whole class could smell it!! Mrs. Jones didn't say anything, but I could tell she could smell it too. I kept looking at Clay. He didn't seem to care. It must have been him. Then, I lifted my leg to cross my feet and stared down horror struck, I had dog poop on my shoe!! I started to get hot and wanted to disappear or have on another pair of shoes! Before I had been sitting on my knees. To make it worse I turned around and saw little fragments of dog poop on my seat. Then before we went out to recess Mrs. Jones had to talk to all the girls about wearing deodorant because she already talked to the guys. Way to waste 10 minutes of recess! Not only that she mentioned the bad smell in the class room so I was once again embarrassed. Luckily I stayed behind my fiends so I could stomp out most of the poop and wipe my shoe off in the grass. All my friends started talking about the bad smell in the class room and how somebody must have really bad B.O. I kept on changing the subject and they forgot about it, but I was still embarrassed. If anyone found out it was dog poop on MY shoe I would die.

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Ms. Dickson (My language arts teacher) told us to write a children's story that we could put on a power point slide show. I made several different characters for different stories when I was finally satisfied with one i had a dream that Claire and I were fighting a whole bunch. We won a free vacation to a deserted island. This nice lady who turns out to be a witch is the only one there to greet our family. They had this nice little cottage with a pool. Every day we would play on the baseball field. The witch saw how much claire and I would fight and she casts a spell so we would be trapped in there until there was a flood. Nobody would get any older until we were able to leave though. We had a magical suitcase though that would make food and drink pop out. People started building houses on the island and big buildings that were deserted a few thousand years after they were built. During the billions of years we were on he field we made friends with these HUGE birds. They could not fly us out though (trust me, Claire and I tried every possible way to get out. We had a lot of time. Finally, a billion years later Claire and I became good friends. Then it began to rain and our giant bird pets flew us all the way to Georgia. I do not want to say how everyone had changed, because a lot of them were rich snobs and I do not want to offend anybody. Someday i will put the story that I changed for school.

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Orchestra is sometimes called the Dorkestra. There don't have a pun for band so people sometimes just say that music is dorky. This is untrue though and I can prove it. Most of the people at are considered "Dorks" do not do music. Perhaps to fit in?? The most popular people in the school (We have about 20) are all included in some music type thing from school. I am in orchestra, although I may not be the most popular person in school I am still well known, BELIEVE ME! Those who are considered "popular" that are about two notches down do not do orchestra or band. They say they are way to cool. They are the popular, not well known around the school people. So music is not so uncool!

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First you get out a container of Peanut Butter. Then you get a knife and open the container of peanut butter. You put the knife in and scoop out some peanut [butter] and spread it on a slice of bread. Then put away the peanut butter (with the top on) and get out some jelly. Open up it's its container and dip the knife in it. Scoop out some jelly and spread it on a seperate separate piece of bread. Put the 2 slices of bread together and you have a PB&J sandwich.

[This handwritten recipe was found laying around the house. Whenever using its or it's, remember that "it's" = "it is". Helps to say it out loud. Gramalie taught me a way to remember how to spell sepArate. Think of the "A" in the middle as sepArating the word in half. -- Editor]

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Middle school is pretty okay. It is no problem for me. It took a few weeks to get serious but now I am in shape and it is easy. I had no idea how to get to where my classes so I told one of the girls who rides my bus (not exactly the sweetest thing) that was in my grade that we should just follow all the big people. We wound up getting to our classes fine. Now I could find my way around the school blindfolded... which, by the way, I don't think I'll try.The first few days were so boring. All we did was talk about rules and when we finally started switching classes we did the same thing only this time they gave us crossword puzzles, word searches, word jumbles, and just about anything else you can think of with word in it. It took us awhile to REALLY get started but now it seems like that was all months ago. My teachers all pretty nice. The only teachers I have a problem with are my probe teachers (I am in math and Social Studies). My math probe teacher is mean and her personallity is completely the opposite of mine. My Social Studies probe teacher is just kind of...dull. I have gym and i have started playing the violin. Middle school is a very exciting experience!!

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