Hi and welcome to my Slice of Life! I am going to continue to do it, even though March has already ended.

I like to try an explore new stuff on each entry, but sometimes it just feels good to make a poem or two here and there, you know?

CAUTION

Mild sarcasm; narrative's are loosely based on true events; some poems from here I posted on my poetry page

Day 29, April 4th - I Miss You: A Ballad

Just me and you alone once more

Our split has made my heart so sore

I don't know when we'll meet again

But this is our last for a while, I'm sure

But still we act as though

There hasn't been sun and rain and snow

Since we had last been seen

Hitting each other with pillows

It hasn't been that long

So that's why I'm making this song

Has it? It has all been a haze

This past year without you has been all wrong!

Without my friend any longer, you

I don't know what I could do

I don't know how I could stand it

For so long, but now the day is new

So we can make a chapter two

So I can do it over again with you

This year would have been so much different

If only I had been there beside you

But I know and have known

You don't even have a phone

I still don't know why

But I've been all alone

And I know you have other friends, too

Better friends now, though I hate for it to be true

I just want my birthday wish to come true

Because I really miss you

Day 28, April 3rd #2 - All That Ends Well Ends Well

Some people are gullible and trust EVERYBODY. They trust prisoners, (cough cough, Thor) aliens, (cough, Thor) or mischievous siblings. (COUGH, THOR!) However, some people don't trust anybody but themselves. Not even their parents. I don't know where I stand. Sometimes I trust people; but I can't do a trust fall on to my parents. But today, I trusted somebody. And I don't know if it was the best decision.

It was lunch and I had brought my ball out to play with at recess. For some reason people have a weird--and frankly annoying--obsession of punching a ball out of someone's grasp. So, since I knew this, I let my friend hold on to my ball while I went to dump my tray. (That and that I couldn't dump my tray AND hold the ball at the same time...)

So while my friend held my rainbow soccer ball I went to dump my tray, not worrying about anything except if somebody would throw their trash onto my tray. Again.

When I came back from dumping my tray, I wasn't paying attention to anything going on around me, but just walking to my seat and thinking about what I was going to do with my dad when I got home. But, I found out--in a way I didn't ever want to find out by--that a ball getting chucked at you at four-hundred miles per hour is a very good--and uncomfortable--way to get pulled down to Earth. But I did catch the ball! (No joke.)

But I guess my "awesome" reflexes are very loud because after I caught the ball, flabbergasted--still not knowing what was going on--a teacher came over and took the ball from my friend. THINKING IT WAS HER BALL.

"That's the third offense," She said, MY ball in her hands, "I promise I'll give it back," THEN SHE WALKED AWAY WITH MY BALL.

She. Walked. Away. With. My. Ball. That she thought was my friend's. That was actually mine. And my friend had made 2 offenses in the short two minute space between me walking to dump my tray, dumping my tray, and walking back. TWO MINUTES! I don't even think my sister could do that!

I had no idea what to think or feel. Mad at my friend? Worried the teacher isn't going to give it back? Embarrassed? Mad at the teacher? It was just a bubbling cauldron of "I have no idea."

So I just sat there, for the rest of lunch, staring blankly at the top of the table.

But my friend got it back and gave it back to me, so all that ends well ends well?

For the most part. But I'm definitely not bringing my ball back to school. Ever.

Day 28, April 3rd - Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

Still I wait

Watching

Watching

Watching

The clock tick

Looking

Looking

Looking

Where are you

Sitting

Sitting

Sitting

On the couch

Worrying

Worrying

Worrying

Are you well

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

There you are

Day 27, April 2nd - Recognition

Humans tend to feel the need for recognition; but once they get it one time, they want it again, then again, then again.

Good recognition makes people feel good, and people like feeling good (I hope), so they want MORE recognition so they can feel even MORE good. It is like sugar, but WAY healthier.

What IS recognition you may ask? Well, it is when someone recognizes someone for doing something, normally--hopefully--good. But it can vary in many different ways from being kind to being always on time to being quiet when you're supposed to--there are a plethora (and more) ways.

Think of it this way: Recognition is basically like getting the star student award or the Honor Roll--but those two are examples of recognition.

So, what is "bad" recognition? Well, what you'd think--the opposite of "good" recognition. The opposite of being kind is being unkind. So if somebody notices you being unkind, that would be "bad" recognition. The opposite of always being on time is always being late. So, "bad" recognition would be if somebody saw that you were always late. For example, if you were late to class a lot, you'd probably get detention. Getting detention would be your "bad" recognition. If you're always chatting when you're not supposed to, and somebody noticed (a teacher most likely) and scolded you, that would be "bad" recognition.

"Bad" recognition is the opposite of "good" recognition, and "good" recognition makes you feel good, so what would "bad" recognition do? Make you feel bad!

Let's take our last example, you're chatting in class about this cool new bike you got for Christmas. You're teacher interrupts you and says, "Excuse me, but our mouths are supposed to be CLOSED just like the book you're supposed to be reading is." You blush, embarrassed and promptly open your book. Does being embarrassed make you feel good? Probably no, and if it's yes then... I don't know.

"Bad" recognition also can be more extreme. WAY more extreme. For instance, getting arrested. (Which I hope you never will!) The police recognize you for a crime and decide you can not stay in society without the society being at danger. So, they arrest you and put you in jail where you can think about your bad decisions. (Basically time out, but more extreme.)

Do YOU like recognition? Most people do, while others don't like getting recognized in front of a bunch of people. Some people even live for recognition--yearning for the day they'll win an Oscar, get the Newberry award, or become the next big famous person.

But the best recognition is the kind you give yourself. Not the criticism, but the kind, appreciative kind. Where you are proud of yourself. Because you should be.

Day 26, April 1st - Dear YOU!

Today was SO SO weird! First it started with me finding a weird bone-thingy on my doorstep. I called my dog over and my dog thought it was a dinosaur bone--so she promptly ate it. I was so mad at her I wanted to jump on her belly until she barfed it out--but that would be really gross--still, that was my chance to fame!

I've always wanted to be famous--although most famous people in movies advise you NOT to be. But the thought of people looking up to you--rather than down--is just so... electrifying!

After that I went to the vet because well, I don't think dogs can digest bones. But when I got to the vet I found that it was CLOSED!

My dog needed to use the bathroom so I let her do it right on top of the stairs to the vet. They deserved it! What kind of trick were they trying to pull? I betted the hospital was open! A dog could have DIED because of that!

Turns out, bones are hard to poop out, because my dog, Celeste, was whimpering as she pooped the dinosaur bone out.

If the dinosaur bone WASN'T covered in dog poop, I would have squealed, picked it, ran to the museum and become FAMOUS! But it was, so I called the museum.

Almost immediately they came, along with a few reporters and a video camera guy. The museum people cleaned off the bone and handed it to me.

The reporters then handed me a microphone and started gibbering on with questions.

"How did you find it?"

"What's your name?"

"Where are you from?"

"Where did you find it?"

And many more, trust me.

After I answered all their stupid questions--suddenly becoming aware the camera directed at me was ON--they left.

Even after ALL OF THAT I got a phone call right before the news went on from the news station that interviewed me. Guess what they said?

"Sorry, we decided to go with something else for our news report."

Just like that, my fame was gone; blown away in the wind.

But the more I think about it, the more I'm glad they scrapped it. Interviews like that every day?

I couldn't survive with that fame.

Plus, I'm famous to my parents.

Day 25, March 31st - A Two Person Story

Once upon a time there was a

HEY! What are YOU doing here?!

I--what--how did you..?

At least now you can do my homework for me. Bye!

Wait!

What do you want?!

We can do this together... You know?

I have better things to do!

Seriously! It can be about ANYTHING!

Even about how much of a dork you are?

Well...

Bye, then!

SURE!

That's more like it!

Okay, so... once upon a time--

There was a brainy dork who is doing my homework for me!

Wait, what? But--

Hello?

3 minutes later...

7 years later.. Haha I got you! You're such a dork.. Alex!

How do you know my name? Who ARE you?!

I am a man of many names... DORK!

If you know my name, why don't you call me by it?

It's more fun... Dork.

Geez! Now let's get back to the story! This "dork" was really smart and--

Hey dork! How about "and an alligator ATE HIM!"

Wha--where did this "alligator" come from?

Who cares? You're dead now.

Huh? But--

Bye!

What? Wait!

I have to go to the bathroom.

Wait... is it just me or did Bianca just go into my bathroom?

Bianca.

5 minute later...

I'm back dork. So, about the story--

Hi, Bianca.

That's not my name! My name is...

2 minutes later...

BIANCA!!!

Day 24, March 30th - Alexander

Name: Alexander

Age: 15

Style: Red hoodie, ripped up jeans, black Nikey sneakers

Eye Color: Forest green

Posture: Slumped, hands in pockets, hood up, head down

Hair Color: Dark brown

Average Grade: B+

Favorite Place to Eat Lunch: Under a tree

Favorite Place to Hangout: Under a tree

Favorite Color: White

Favorite Subject: Math

Favorite Animal: Owl

Clubs: Math Team, Drama

Favorite Book Genre: Science fiction

Favorite activity: Playing video games

Username: ._M_E_.

Likes to: Play video games, paint (watercolors), reading, playing the piano

Favorite TV Show: Star Trek: The Final Frontier

Siblings: Bianca (12), Cassia (11), Diana (6)

Pets: 1 Cat (Mia)

Secrets: Loves anime, cuddles with a stuffed animal at night, leaves his closet light on at night

Friends: Jason (15)

Dream Occupations: Work at NASA, mathematician, math teacher

Instruments: Violla, Piano

Favorite Food: Steak (Cooked Medium Rare)

Favorite Day of the Week: Wednesday

Person he Looks up to: Lindsey Stirling

Lives With: Dad, sisters, Grandma

Favorite Childhood Story: Peter Pan

Favorite Sports: Tennis, Volleyball

Nervous Habits: Chewing fingernails, fidgeting with hoodie strings

Always: Leaves TV on, door to his room locked, PS4 on

Favorite Song to Play on Piano: Butterfly Waltz

Day 23, March 29th - A Very Questioning Quiz: How to Tell if You're a Cat Person or a Dog Person

(This probably doesn't actually work; if you put yes more you are a cat person, if you put no more you are a dog person!)

Are you allergic to fur? Yes No

Do you not like chaos/loudness? Yes No

Do you not take walks regularly? Yes No

Would you not be able to let your dog out everyday to use the bathroom? Yes No

Do you not like playing games? Yes No

Are you not very active? Yes No

Do you like to just cuddle while reading a book/watching a movie? Yes No

Do you like RPG games (Yes) or multiplayer shooters (No)? Yes No

Do you like night/sunrise (yes) or day/sunset (no)? Yes No

Would you rather become famous in the arts (yes) or famous in sports/entrepreneur/etc (no)? Yes No

Day 22, March 28th - An Alphabet of Alliteration

A. An alligator ate an allergicant at it's anniversary

B. Because birds bet big bucks on bad balconies, baloney barfs badly

C. Colorful calico kitty cats crave catnip 'cause it's cool

D. Dogs decide on dancing, darkness, dandelions and Dracula

E. Elevated elephants eat every edible egg

F. Fiona's favorite fox's fart made Fiona feel flabbergasted

G. Goats' goal is to get gold guys guts

H. Horses hate hiding and hoo-ing, however horses hate hot handles

I. Iguana's igloo ice intrigued innocent Indie

J. Joey juggles jelly just so John will get jealous

K. Khloe caught kangaroos with her kite

L. Lori loathes lavender low in the light

M. Molly married many men that might give her marigolds

N. Noah's nickels never need to nag to be needed

O. Octopus' olive oranges on Oliver always oblige

P. Penguin's pie paid more than Polly's porridge

Q. Quoting queens is quite questioning

R. Reagan read wrong and rolled wrong

S. Stephanie saw six snails slowly in school for sixty seconds

T. Tiana takes toilet time to play Tetris

U. Umbrellas are unnecessary in August

V. Violas VS. Violins was very very very controversial

W. Why women walk miles in Winter is weird

X. Xylophones can be xanthous when x-rayed

Y. "Yolo!" yelled Yellow while yanking at her shirt

Z. Zed said silly sandwiches are bad.

Day 21, March 27th - Limericks

If I were a plane

I wouldn't stay in the lane

While the other planes get mad

My passengers would be glad!

Or think I was insane...

If I were to sail

I would deliver mail

All across the lands

With my gentle hands

Through snow or hail

If I were a limerick

Peter Piper would so pick

ME! Yes, me!

Well obviously it's a need

Because just like in soccer I'm a kick!

If I had wings

I would fly to the bird that sings

So totally free; so happily

So you can maybe see me

And all the things that brings

No I, no me

Not us, not we

Not you, you, you

Not they him who

Not she, we, nor he!

Licorice

Lick a fish

Drink a meal

Steal a seal

In a dish

You're a clam

Mrs. McMa'am

Eating a fish

In your big dish

Of mint and lamb

Mr. C.K. Cucumber

Awoke from his very long deep slumber

From a scary nightmare

Of a girl who did nothing but stare

And now it's time to go get lumber

Peanut shells

Kinda smells

On the ground

Without a sound

Kinda sells...?

Not a mozzarella stick

Those words always make me sick

Not a single one

I am so done

That's all I wanted to pick...

I am not a cow

I still say, "WHAPOW!"

I can not moo

Like real cows do

Maybe you'll realize this now

If I was a smart fellow

I wouldn't be so mellow

I would be the leader

I'd have the lead role in the theater

I'd always say hello

Day 21, March 26th - Poison Ivy Presence Poem

A presence like poison ivy

I wonder who that might be

A presence like poison ivy

That could never be me!

Can't stay too long around her

Even in ballet

You have to rotate every so often

to be able to stay

A presence like poison ivy

I wonder who that might be

A presence like poison ivy

Could that ever be me?

So hates Fridays and Mondays

doesn't know where to sit

while everyone's crocheting

she doesn't even know how to knit!

A presence like poison ivy

I wonder who that might be

A presence like poison ivy

Wait... is this a poem about me?

Just moved in still new

Also very awkward when they say

her name wrong or even

"You should know this, you learned it in 3rd grade!"

A presence like poison ivy

I wonder who that might be

A presence like poison ivy

...me?

All new people

all new friends

all new town

time to make amends

A presence like poison ivy

I wonder who that might be

A presence like poison ivy

...Hopefully not me

Does not know her way around

Gets lost half of the time

But still she seems to get around

And even finds a few dimes

A presence like poison ivy

I wonder who that might be

A presence like poison ivy

Or that is how it may seem

Day 20, March 25th - Greek Independence Day

Today is Greek Independence Day. (As you can see from the title!) At church we're having a little program thing for it after church ends. We've basically been prepping for it all year! We're going to have poems, (each kid has their own poem) singing (why?) and Greek dancing! (My favorite!)

I don't know the names of the songs, but I sure know how to do them! I'm going to be doing every dance! I am soooooo excited! But I'm also anxious and nervous and sad also. I don't even know if I'm going to be able to do it again next year! But that's more the reason to be AWESOME AT IT!

. . .

I just got back! It was SO AWESOME! We did the dances at the end, because we had to move the stage in order to get everybody to be able to dance without falling. We did the poems and the singing (if you were the lead singer) on the stage. The dances went by super quick, but the singing and poem-reading seemed to take an eternity!

I also was the leading the first 3 dances! (Greek dancing is in a circle, with someone at the front leading and someone at the end.) The first three are the easiest, but I still am pretty proud of that! Although, I probably was not the best person to be at the front...

Another thing that happened is that I forgot to say the name of my poem before I read it! (Which is in Greek. Which I had to memorize. I have no idea what it means.) So after I said the first two words, I said, "Um..." and then said my poem name and restarted. It was so so so so so so embarrassing! My body went NUMB! I hate speaking in front of people...

But overall it was SO AWESOME! We also got to wear Greek outfits that were navy blue (ish) and white. AND Greek flags that we waved around during one of the dances!

What is Greek Independence Day?

Greek Independence Day is the day that Greece broke free from the Turks that had taken over! (Well, not exactly that day but anyway...) The Turks (Turkey) took over Greece on Tuesday May 13th, 1452. And then on March 25th, 1821 Greece broke free.

It didn't exactly go like that, though... The people who were planning to free Greece were discovered and actually had to move the date of the attack up. I don't know if it was planned to be on March 25 and was moved up, or if they moved it up to March 25, but that doesn't really matter. Greece was freed!

Day 19, March 24th - The Anniversary of Memories

Dear, Cucko

I miss you. What is it like up there? I read some of your book--it was really good; why did you not tell anybody about it?

I know you can't write back to me--because, well, obvious reasons. But I still love you! And I know everyone else does, too. Espicially Reagan. She really misses you! We will never forget you.

I'm getting better at card games. (Probably courtesy of you!) And it always reminds me of you! Remember that time long ago when you were playing Solitaire on Facebook and I walked into your messy room and asked what you were doing? That's my earliest memory of you.

Love,

Tia

(P.S. I still don't know how to play Solitaire. Also, thank you for playing ball with me every day when I was younger!)

Day 18, March 22nd - 25 Wishes - A list of (some) of My Wishes

1. For infinite wishes
2. For infinite money
3. To have my friend back
4. To see my friend again (different friend)
5. That my parents' will never die
6. That I will never die
7. That my sister will never die
8. That my family will never die
9. That I was better at singing
10. That I was better at speeches
11. That I could see my cat
12. That I could finish everything I start
13. That I wasn't so jumpy
14. That my sister wasn't so annoying sometimes
15. That there will be no WWIII
16. That I could invent robots that think for themselves
17. That I could make a difference
18. That I could move to Neverland
19. That my sister thought she was pretty
20. That my family could see more of the world
21. That I could meet my grandfather
22. That my dad and grandmother could hear better
23. That my grandmother felt better
24. That my dad could get paid more
25. That I could get my house back

Day 17, March 21st - Screen Play Jokes Test

Jupiter: Knock, knock

Pluto: Who's there?

Jupiter: Ach

Pluto: Ach-who?

Jupiter: Bless you!

Marissa: Knock, knock

Sunny: Who's there?

Marrisa: Who

Sunny: Who who?

Marissa: I didn't know you were an owl!

Dad: Mustard and ketchup are having a race, who'd win?

Ernie: I dunno, who?

Dad: Ketchup! Because when the ketchup fell behind, it could catch up! But when the mustard fell behind, it couldn't ketchup!

Rio: What's up?

Paige: The ceiling

Rio: ...why do I even ask..?

Callie: What do you call cheese that ain't yours?

Gracie: What?

Callie: Nacho cheese!

Frankie: Why do seagulls fly over the sea?

Lena: Why?

Frankie: Because if they flew over the bay, they'd be baygulls! Get it? Cuz--

Lena: I get it!

Ky: Why didn't the skeleton go to the ball?

Cassia: Why?

Ky: Because it had no body to go with!

(Names from books/TV shows I've watched.)

Day 16, March 20th - Kindness

Sometimes, there are acts of kindness--like today when my father helped an old man who fell up. Other times, people do nothing, or rather make the old man fall.

I realized why I love my sister today. (Er--one of the MANY reasons!) And that is that she looks at people innocently, with no prejudgment at all. I think I (and a lot of other people in the world) could learn from her. But I can tell her skill is fading away, slowly. Or faster than I think.

Kindness can be hard and it can be easy. To be "kind" you have to choose to be kind both times. Even when other people don't; even when the easier route is to not be kind.

Kindness is not a thing you can just say you are and you magically are. You can't just write, "I am kind." and be kind. It's like the saying, "Actions speak louder than words." and they do.

Kindness is playing with somebody when they don't have anybody to play with; sitting with somebody new; helping somebody up when nobody else is going to, or when everyone else is making fun of the person.

We need more kindness in the world.

Kindness. Be kind.

Day 15, March 19th - Diving Head First

I'd never thought I'd ever be able to dive into water--courtesy of my father trying to make 5-year-old-me do a somersault underwater in our pool. (I thought I was going to drown.) So when we started to do dives I was petrified.

Arms up, thumb hugging your other hand, lean forward..." My swim instructors chirpy voice faded as I watched the first person in line try to do a dive (try), then the person in front of my sister, then my sister, then...

Me.

Gulp. So many things could go wrong--I could hit my head on the edge, (yes, I know that's basically impossible) do a total bellyflop, DROWN, or maybe--

I had to be strong. I had to at least try. If my six-year-old-sister could do it, why couldn't I?

So I tried. (I emphasize tried.)

I'm not going to lie--I did pretty AWESOME and everybody cheered and was like, "OMG TIA IS SO SO AWESOME!"

But that did not happen and I did a total BELLYFLOP.

As my stomach hit the water--NOT my hands--I felt like I was falling in quick sand, never to be seen again.

But I was.

As I struggled to the surface, water plunging into my nose, I thought, "That wasn't so hard."

I coughed as I gripped the edge of the YMCA pool. This was only my second swim lesson class, but I was already learning a lot. Far more than I could have taught myself.

"Great job!" MY swim instructor chirped, her blond ponytail swaying to the side. Then she began to tell me what I did wrong.

The second time I was WAY better, I can tell you that.

As my HANDS hit the water, I smiled. I had done it! I had conquered the wilderness! Okay... Maybe not... at all... But I had conquered something. I had conquered my fear!

As I reached the surface, I pumped my fist in the air victoriously.

"I did it!" I exclaimed, climbing out of the pool as my swim instructor congratulated me.

I. DID. IT.

Day 14, March 18th - Why I did not do my homework

(Check off each box; based off the ones in Dork Diaries.)

I am truly sorry that I did not do my

❑ Math

❑ Science

❑ Social Studies

❑ Stupid

❑ Writing

❑ Yummy

homework.

I did not do it because

❑ I was busy

❑ I procrastinated

❑ it was boring

❑ it was a waste of time

❑ I hate homework

❑ Because...

❑ My dog/alien ate it

❑ I lost it

❑ I forgot

I am very sorry and will do anything to make it up! Including...

[choose multiple]

❑ Washing your car

❑ Doing your laundry

❑ Detention.

❑ Doing it (my homework)

❑ Cleaning the school

❑ Organizing your classroom

And more!

❑ Sincerely,

❑ Your student,

❑ Sadly,

❑ Love,

❑ A truly troubled student,

❑ Sorry,

[your name]

(P.S. It's kinda ironic I did this for my home-learning.)

Day 13, March 17th - Pop Solo! (Name based off a karaoke company.)

(To play you need to have some way of playing a random song--I use Amazon Alexa, but you could shuffle a music playlist on YouTube, have the host sing a song or make up another way; minimum of 3 players; only 1 host is allowed.)

There are 3 modes: Regular Mode, Deathrounds and Speedrounds.

Regular Rounds

Host plays a random song (see parenthesis above.) After 1 minute/ song is over (pick either) each contestant guesses what the song is called and the person/ band that made it. They can write it down on piece of paper/ whiteboard and all show it at the same time or the contestants can just take turns guessing.

Whoever gets it right gets a point, whoever doesn't does not.

Deathrounds

Each contestant picks a song for the contestant to their right. (Only one song per person!) Then when it was the person who they picked's song they would become the "host". (Keep in mind the host is still the host.) The "host" would play/sing the song that they picked and then the person who's turn it was would guess and then it would be the next person's turn. (See Regular Rounds for details about guessing.)

Speedrounds

The host plays a random song. Whoever shouts out the name of the song and who made it first (correctly) wins that round and gets a point.

Aim of the Game (Objective)

The goal/aim of the game is to have the most points in 5-20 rounds. (Depending on how many players and what type of game you are playing.)

Day 12, March 16th - Do the Funky Chris Walk (Parody of Walk Like an Egyptian) - Dedicated to Chris :3

All the drawings on his papers

Are pretty good yeah don't you know

Although he got in (some trouble)

But he can draw better than so-so

Everybody in his 5th grade class

Laughs at his jokes always

Even his teacher (laughs at them)

He laughs and jokes and draws everyday

Even people who don't know him say

He is so much fun to be with

Do the funky Chris walk

He has lots of fun all day

'Though he doesn't when he's in trouble

But he's got moves (and good ones)

When he dances once you want double

He's so funny, even on tests

Chris not in my class would be so bland

Unpredictable (yes he is)

Just wait you'll walk like Chris one day

All the kids in school laugh at his jokes

Ha he who ha ha who hey ha

Do the funky Chris walk

Have fun and be yourself just like Chris

Wiggle around just like a worm

It's so fun to do (just like Chris)

Being a Chris is super long term

If you are very committed

Walking like Chris won't be very hard

Just have fun and (don't for-get)

Just be yourself while walking

You don't have to do the Chris walk

For most it is very difficult

Just make your own (yes your own)

Or you can just walk like Chris

No matter what way you walk like Chris

Just be yourself, just be yourself

Do the funky Chris walk

Do the funky Chris walk

(Dedicated to Chris "Walk on!" :3)

Day 11, March 15th - Am I Addicted?

All day all I could think about was, "I can't wait to play it, I can't wait to play it,"

One plus one seemed to equal "I", two plus two "want", three plus three "to", four plus four "play", five plus five "it!".

All day. Nothing else. Not my hungry stomach or my aching heart.

That was all.

I.

Could.

Think.

About.

When the end of school finally came, I knew it would be three. More. Whole. Hours. Until I would actually be able to play my new game; show it to my dad.

I knew that it was wrong to be thinking about it so much. I knew I shouldn't. I knew--but my mind still kept on.

And I knew I was probably addicted.

This had happened before, but I knew not for the same reasons. At the beginning of the school year one day I couldn't stop thinking about how when I would get home I would get to see my parents--while that didn't go away completely, it was still made sense. I knew this didn't.

"Was I addicted?

Should I ever play it again?

Is it bad?

Is it normal?"

All these questions fogged my mind--but I knew one thing for certain: the game made me happy.

But is that all that really matters? That it can take my mind off what's really going on?

Day 10, March 14th - Snow (Or is it?)

Snow

white

pure

made by Mother Nature's

pure

gentle

hands

not by

dirty

toxic

factories

Joy

that is

free

even if you

hate

or

love

it comes

Even if it's

trampled

and

peed in

it's still there

even if

you

push or

shove

it away

because it

still

loves

you and

no matter

w

h

a

t

it

will

be

there

for

you

always

Day 9, March 13th - Guess What it is!

Guess what the subject of the poem is! (It is S-----G)

Flying

but the air

isn't

and the only

breeze

is the

currents

and the

air feels

so

heavy

under

not all can

fly

through the

storm

and some

may die

from evil

birds

or lack of

wings

Day 8, March 12th - My Madlib

(The stuff in parenthesis () are the words you have to fill out.)

Once upon a time there was a (noun1) who was very (adjective). (Pronoun1) one day saw a (adjective) (noun2). When (noun2) saw the (noun1) (pronoun2) (said synonym),

"(saying/quote)" While (verb ending with "ing") with (Mr./Mrs./Ms./Mz.) (noun).

Then all of a sudden a feeling of (emotion) bubbled up in (noun1) like a (simile). (Pronoun1) used (Pronoun 1 Owning) (super power) to (verb) (nouns) at (noun2) (adjective ending with "ly").

Then out of the (color), (noun2) said, "I'm sorry," and (past tense verb) (noun1).

AND THEN they lived (adjective ending with "ly") ever after. Or so they (past tense verb). Because (noun1)'s (family member) was still (state of being [alive/dead])

Day 7, March 11th - Is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious a "Real" Word?

Is it? Many say that is just a made-up word that the producers of Mary Poppins made by smashing their head on a keyboard. Multiple times. But is it a real word?

In my "student dictionary" it says that it is "a word to say when you don't know what to say." That's a quite... unique definition of a word. It doesn't say what the word means but rather when to use it.

Some people (my dad) say that it is only in the dictionary because people have heard it enough that "the writers of the dictionary need to acknowledge it's existence. But other than 'a word from a Disney movie made fifty-plus years ago' it has no meaning other than it rhymes with atrocious." (My dad.)

Although other people think it does. My mother, for example, says that she does because if you search Google it will come up. She also thinks it is a word because it has been around for a long time. Some people even say that it was made before Mary Poppins and was actually a word that people used. But after Mary Poppins every thinks of it as a silly word with no real purpose.

This "is it a word?" problem is not just the case with this word. It is also a problem in lots of contractions and slang. Including, my cousin Ray's favorite, ain't. Maybe if we examine both of them and find out their similarities we'll be able to find out if they are or not.

My cousin Ray hates the word ain't, and if my sister and I say it, he makes us look in a dictionary for the word. (Luckily, a lot of dictionaries have put ain't in their list of words.) I presume that he doesn't think it's a real word for one of the most common reasons people don't think it is--it's contraction. There isn't really two words being put together, unless you say it's "ai-not". (Which doesn't make a whole lot of sense.) Although some people say it's like a "wild card" and means multiple other things.

Day 6, March 10th - W.W.W.C: Write the Word Writing Challenge

Rules: Follow the calendar below every day for 30 days! (You can miss 2 days.)

Day 1: Make up a word. Make three sentences using it.

Day 2: Make up something somebody would say in surprise. For example: "Goodness gracious!"

Day 3: Make up a word. List three definitions of it.

Day 4: Take an word and change the definitions.

Day 5: Make a precept.

Day 6: Make up a word and use it when talking to 3 different people.

Day 7: Make up a name for a company. It can be renaming a company that already exists or making up a company and naming that one.

Day 8: Make up a pretend language and use it in a story.

Day 9: Draw a picture of your name in sign language.

Day 10: Make an adjective.

Day 11: Make an animal. Name it.

Day 12: Take your favorite book and rename it.

Day 13: Make up a code name you'd use if you were a spy.

Day 14: Make up two words. Use them both in a sentence.

Day 15: Make up your own punctuation rule. (I,e, a new form of it, spelling rule, etc.)

Day 16: Free pass! If you missed a day, do it today. If not, you don't have to do anything today!

Day 17: Make up a candy company. What would their name be? Who would own it? What would it look like? Describe all of these things in writing.

Day 18: Make up a word. Make up spelling rules for it. They could be adding "ing" or "ed" or not doing those things. And it doesn't have to be made up, either.

Day 19: Make up a precept and explain what it means.

Day 20: Make a word using only Greek and Latin roots.

Day 21: Make up an emotion, or make up a name for mad.

Day 22: Make up a name for purple.

Day 23: Make a secret password. (Using numbers, letters and "special characters".)

Day 24: Take a photo and then write at least one paragraph about it.

Day 25: Free pass! If you missed a day, do it today. If not, you don't have to do anything today!

Day 26: You Choose! Do an activity you liked again!

Day 27: Do a Madlib with only the words you made.

Day 28: Take all the words you've made and use them in a story.

Day 29: Make your own Madlib.

Day 30: Write down all the words you made up with their definitions.

Day 5, March 9th - The Lonely Pizza Slice Rap

Once upon a time there was a lonely slice of pizza

Who's brothers 'n mothers got eaten by a big hairy best yeah

So now it's all alone in a big white pizza box

Reminiscing of the old times like when it's friend got chicken pox

And now nobody wants to eat the lonely slice all alone, all alone

So goodbye eating now; all that pizza's dreams are postponed

Because it's a lonely slice of pizza in a box all alone

And he's a lonely slice of pizza who misses his home

And it misses it's friends and it misses it's mothers

And it misses it's sisters and it misses it's brothers

Yeah, that lonely slice of pizza is in a box, all alone

Yeah, that lonely slice of pizza is in a box, in it's home

Yeah, that lonely slice of pizza is in a box, in that box

Yeah, that lonely slice of pizza is alone without the things he's lost

And then the lonely slice of pizza's

Dreams came true

And that big hairy best yeah

Ate that slice of pizza

And now he's not so lonely

Day 4, March 8th - P.O.E.M.S. {1}

Haikus:

Snow falling down hard

You have to shovel the road

So much so schools closed

Driving for so long

It feels like a thousand years

Every single week

A groundhog somewhere

Did not see it's shadow

Six more weeks of cold

Fog on the windows

White clouds covering the sun

Snow all on the ground

Once a hilled forest

Now a huge yellow hotel

I've got my swim suit

Day 3, March 7th #2 - How to Make a Comic

(Note: You don't have to do all these steps, when I made my comic I skipped from step 2 to step 5.)

1. Think - Think of a story line for the comic. For example: lost sword, magic powers, evil monsters, missing blank, etc.
2. Make some characters! Try to make their appearance and they're character unique. You can look on the web for some character ideas.
3. Practice - Practice, practice, practice! Practice character positions, facial expressions, poses, backgrounds, clothing, and more!
4. Examine - Examine how other graphic novels lay out panels, characters, sound effects, dialogue and more. Take note of things you liked to use in the comic later.
5. Start - you may not think your ready, but the comic is not going to start itself! So just start it!
6. Continue - it may take a while, depending on your plot, but you have to just keep writing!
7. Check - Check for punctuation, spelling, and writing errors. Also, check for minor errors like character clothing changing between panels, too.
8. Color - Color makes comics POP! So why not want people to see that "pop!"? "Pop!" makes people interested and makes the comic more appealing.
9. Make it a book - You can do this in many different ways, from going to Staples, stapling it, stitching it, and other ways. You can search easy ways how on the web.
10. Show it off - You worked so hard on it, so why wouldn't you want other people to see it, too? Show it off to friends, family, teachers, etc! They can give you tips, things they liked, and suggestions.

Day 3, March 7th - How to Make Recycled Stickers

Have you ever used a sticker pack and was sad because there were no stickers left? Have you ever seen a video called, "Super-Easy-How-to-Make DIY Stickers Really Easily!" and got annoyed because you had to buy this expensive sticker paper stuff you didn't even know existed? Well, say no more!

Now, instead of throwing away and wasting that empty sticker sheet, you can use it to make MORE stickers! How you ask? Well, just follow this simple 5 step process!

Step 1. Take an empty sticker sheet.

Step 2. Draw a design with a pen in a part were a sticker already wasn't.

Step 3. Rip AROUND (not on line) of your design.

Step 4. Cut out your design.

Step 5. Ta-da! You have your own, custom made, recycled sticker! And following this process over and over, you can make even more stickers!

Day 2, March 6th - MY "Chuck-it" List: Things I am Going to Chuck Away From Me

(CAUTION: not ordered by most to least; mild sarcasm; based loosely on a book called: "The Chuckett List.)

1. Anything goat related.
2. Orzo.
3. A ball.
4. A baseball.
5. A tennis ball--you get the point.
6. A dodge ball at my dad's face--okay, only when he's really annoying.
7. Goat urine.
8. Anything thrown toward me by my sister.
9. Goat lotion.
10. Goat.
11. My pencil if I can't think of a number 12.

.....

Day 1, March 5th #2 - "I won't"

"Reagan!" My dad gritted through his teeth. "For the millionth time, you can't get that stuffed animal!"

Reagan's eyebrows furrowed. "But--"

Listen to Daddyo!" I sighed, leaning on one of the white shelves full of toys.

I threw my curly brown hair out of my face and sighed.

"Reagan, Reagan, Reagan..." I muttered, playing with my blue button-down shirt.

.......

As we left Walmart, Reagan snatched a bag and hurried to the car.

"I wonder what's up with her," I eyed Reagan suspiciously as she scurried into the car like a ninja.

"Eh," My dad seemed like he didn't care, but I wasn't so carefree. "so ketchup and mustard are having a race... who'd win?"

When we get out of the white car my dad calls the "Stavmobile", Reagan grabbed something out of the bag she was clutching. Stealthily...

"Reagan what's that?" I noticed as she turned toward me instinctively a stuffy. Not any stuffy...

A pink and white sylveon stuffy.

Now I'm no tattletale, but when it comes to my sister--I make an exception.

"Daddy! Reagan stole it!" I cried, sprinting towards Reagan. But I'm too slow and she charges toward our garage.

"What?" My dad stood at the door, holding gray plastic bags in the garage.

"That sylveon thing! Stuffy!" I hollered, chasing after Reagan as she rams into my dad.

"I-she's-huff-lying!" Reagan cried, holding the sylveon stuffy behind her back.

I snatch it out of her hands swiftly and she instantly charges at me.

"Proof!" I remark, throwing it to my dad.

"Reagan..." He says stunned, almost to himself. Then he puts the bags right down on the dirty concrete floor.

"Well, get in the car,"

"But--" Reagan began, her face turning red.

"We have to return this and you are going to jail." My dad started toward the car, brushing past Reagan and me.

"But I don't wanna go to jail!" Reagan started to sob, and ran toward my dad and pulled on his blue shirt. "No! No! I'm not going!"

"Well, you did steal that," I muttered, walking over to them.

My dad smiled and rubbed Reagan's back gently. "You're not going to jail," He whispered, pulling Reagan in for a hug. Then he said more sternly, "Unless you do it again."

"I won't!" Reagan wiped the tears that were running down her plump cheeks with her sleeve as Daddy pushed her short blond hair behind her ear.

"I won't."

Day 1, March 5th - Pick up the Pen

Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to write a story... But she didn't know what to write about.

So she got out a notebook, put her pencil to the paper... and wrote.

She didn't know what would happen, but soon it started to unfold in many beautiful ways.

Chapter by chapter, word by word, she wrote this story until she was ready to take it out of the oven.

It crumbled and broke at some bits, but she could polish it. And some words were spelled incorrectly, but she could correct those. There were problems--it didn't taste perfect but she knew she could fix that.

Once she was sure it was ready, she took her story to her teacher, who took only a day to read the whole book.

When the girl went back to her teacher the next day, thoughts bubbled in her head like a witch's bubbling cauldron. One of the bubbles were: "What if it's terrible?", or "What if she lowers my grade because it's so awful?" and the biggest bubble clogging her mind:

"What if I've wasted all that time because nobody likes it?"

Sure, she had some good thoughts like, "What if she likes it so much I could publish it?" but most of those were hidden like the sun on a cloudy day by the bad ones.

As she approached her teacher, her teacher looked up at her and smiled.

"Um, did you like it?" The girl murmured anxiously.

The teacher's face lit up and the girl breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I loved it!" The teacher exclaimed, handing her back the 567 page novel. "I loved how much you put into this--the unique creatures, characters, the plot. It was very well crafted."--The next sentence made the girl's heart leap--"It's good enough to put into a book!"