My step mom gave birth a little more than a week ago. I love her already and I’ve never even met her. I’ve seen a few pictures of her, but I haven’t seen her in real life yet. I can’t wait for the summer, that’s when I get to see her. You see, my step mom is in the army and so my dad and step mom travel a lot. I wish it was summer already so I could see her, what about you? Are you ready for the summer?
So I have a school family that I love, obviously or else they wouldn’t be in my school family. My name is Patricia, my deyad’s name is Oof, my sister’s name is Ashley Poop Fart, and I don’t know what my mom’s name is yet. We hang out together almost every lunch. Patricia is 5, Ashley Poop Fart is 3, mommy is 32, and deyad is well I don’t know how old my dad is. They also all have a blog! That is the real people, not our characters, because at the end of the day our characters are just in our heads. It doesn’t just make us silly, it brings us together. The highlight of my day is when I see them and they’re all happy, and sometimes we do kinda seem like a big happy family.
I love so many things about art, and I also like different types of art. I like to draw, and paint, and I really like to do pottery too. I usually draw how I feel, when I’m happy I’ll notice I’ll usually draw my friends and other things that make me happy. Then when I’m depressed I draw me alone in a dark corner when i’s raining. When I’m mad I draw my little cousin, she’s only 11 months younger but I’m still older. But when I paint, I use the colors I want and then just do what I want to do. No matter what happens, I’ll always love art.
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss
The reason why I picked this quote is because I don’t like it when people cry, and I try the hardest to make hem feel better and it really speaks to me because it sounds like something I would say.
Today my class and I went to the near by elementary, we only did it with the 2nd to 5th graders, school and we helped then out with some really fun activities for Cinco De Mayo. Like soccer, dancing, fun parachute games, balero making, bark painting, Mexican mirror, god’s eye, tissue flowers, yarn painting and many more. My partner and I were in charge of the Maracas. What we did for that was we got plastic eggs,we got rice and beans, and then we had spoons. We put rice and beans in the eggs (not too much because then you could hears them) then you would get 2 spoons and put them on the outside of the egg, finally you would tape them with duck tape. After we ran out of tape we where done and we wondered around. I had so much fun and I wish we could do it again!
I had a wonderful time with my dad over thanksgiving break. We did so many great and amazing things! We went to the ocean (a lot). Then on my last day (I stayed for a week) we went to a luau, it was so much fun. When the show started the music was so loud. The beating of the drums felt like it was in my heart. When it first started I jumped as if I were a grasshopper.
Well, I love the things that I do because people who love me (Like my family) have opened these things to me. I’ve learned to trust them even with my trust issues because they’ve never done anything to make me not trust them. Like, the reason why I love the snow because I lived there with my parents who are family (Obliviously). I love cows because my aunt gave me a stuffed one when I was just a little baby. I love doughnuts because my favorite cousin gave me one when I was just a couple months old. There’s also some things that my friends have showed me, or school. Like art, I love it. My family didn’t open that up for me, it was my preschool. And the fact that I all my old friends were doing it. Even poems, I started to like that this year. I just love every type of poem, and everything about poetry. What are somethings that you love? Why do you love it?
By: Phoebe (An original)
Here and there
Purple and Blue
are a family,
while Purple and Purple
But Blue and Green
Are just classmates
And not just soul mates
I used metaphors in my poem to explain what the colors are, and how they feel about the other colors. The reason why I wrote the colors as if they where real people is because I wanted to put in what me and some of my friends are going threw. So instead of using their names I used their favorite colors.
I know how you feel, I lost someone very important a while ago. He was the best cousin anyone could ever ask for. He always made sure I was ok or save before he had to go. When I was in the hospital he missed 13 days of school, and never left my side. He was the best thing that ever happened to me, and still is. But the time came where he didn’t feel like he was necessary in life, so he made it “easier”. My brother thinks he was selfish because he might be really happy, but he made me sadder than ever. He never made me cry, he was the only one that could stop me from crying. Then he did it, he finally made me cry. He would always call me “B-B”. After that I would yell at anyone who called me that. A couple years passed and my older cousin had 2 kids. The oldest got my name right first try, “Phoebe”. Then the youngest was trying to say my name, “B-B”. I cried when she called me that. Then I realized how much she acted like him. She would always hug me when I was sad, knew just how to cheer me up at only 9 months old. But just a little different them him, she’s leaving me too. In April she’s moving, and I won’t see her everyday. I won’t give her baths no more. She won’t be there to make me happy when I need it most.
My 2nd trimester elective is photography, and I love it! We’ve done so much and I’m really sad it’s ending soon. I’ve learned how every picture is different in its own way. Editing pictures is also a really big part of photography. We did something called 51/50. It is basically you have to take 50 pictures and keep 15.
Here’s one of them!