The Evolution of the Likelihood of a Snow Day/Slice Of Life #6

     The Snow Day was pretty fun, I can’t really remember any specific stuff about it.  But it felt very satisfying when I looked up at the TV and Berwyn South School District #100 came up the day before.  Hmm, Thursday wasn’t the Snow Day, but I remember that part a little more than anything that was actually on Friday.  Maybe I’ll just talk about that???

     I know this is supposed to be about Friday, and I went back to Thursday, but now I’m going back to Wednesday morning.  That was when my dad first told me that there’s going to be a lot of snow coming through and school might be canceled on Friday.  I asked him whether he thought it was more or less likely that school would be canceled, and back then he said it was probably 50/50.

     After school that day, I asked Dad what he thought was going to happen again.  He said that it was a little more likely that school WOULD be canceled on Friday, but not to get my hopes up too much.

     Okay, time for Thursday morning.  My dad told me that there’s even MORE of a chance of school being canceled now.  I was pretty excited, but I wasn’t counting on it for sure.  During Excel, I asked my teachers what they thought.  They said there probably WOULD be school on Friday.

     I wasn’t sure about that, but of course I wasn’t sure about school being canceled either.  I’m no future-seeing voodoo meteorologist who eats four leaf clovers for breakfast!  Then my teachers said that the roads in some places may be cleared from snow, but people who live kind of far away would have a hard time getting here.

     So now my Excel teachers were unsure about school on Friday.  But now I was a little more unsure about school being canceled, because they were leaning towards school coming at first.

     At lunch on Thursday, I told my friends that school might be canceled on Friday.  At first my friend Sarah was happy, but then she realized her mom would be working.  I’m not exactly sure how everything worked out, but it did.

     When I got home from school, me, my mom and my brother Eamonn watched the news.  Eamonn was using his school iPad some while the news was on, but he was still paying attention.  I was just watching it.  I think my mom might’ve had her phone out some, but she shut it off or something.

     We were looking at the bottom of the screen.  A’s, and right after that, B’s.  We were waiting for Berwyn. All those other schools had been closed on Friday, so we were 99% sure that Berwyn South School District #100 would be too.

     Since it was pretty obvious, when it did come up, I didn’t really give much of a reaction.  I smiled, I think I said some sort of small cheer and I was content.  But not SUPER AMAZINGLY SURPRISED HAPPY!  I felt like my mom was exaggerating on how great it was.

     Eamonn was looking up when our district came up, but my mom was still saying something like, “Eamonn, look!  School is canceled!  Children, look!  Aren’t you excited?!”  I knew she was trying to be a little silly, but it still felt kind of weird.

     Then the alphabetical school closings started over.  I took my school iPad out too, we already saw our school district’s closing, so I didn’t really need to see it again.  My mom was still telling us to look, and I felt like she was exaggerating its greatness even more than the first time.

     “Guys!  School is CANCELED.  Don’t you want to see your school on TV?  Look, children there’s no school tomorrow!”

     It was funny, but a little frustrating too.

Honest Honesty

     This is my honest honesty post, as you can see in the name.  I have to be honest here, this post is very late.  But I’ll do it anyway.

     Honesty and truth are pretty much the same, but that’s not a definition of honesty.  Honesty is when you tell the- no, no, no.  That doesn’t work.  Well, it kind of does.  I know what being honest means, I just can’t put it into the right words!  Maybe, if you’re an honest person, you’re the opposite of a liar?  That’s a little better.

     You know what?  I’m just going to use the word “truth” now.  Okay, if you’re an honest person, you are truthful not only to others, but to yourself.  Ooh, that’s nice!  I made that up on my own, I’m not slurping from the Internoodles.  I didn’t make up the word “Internoodles” though.  Ask me if you’re confused.  Hey!  I’m being honest!  When you’re honest, you don’t take credit for something that isn’t yours, AKA don’t plagiarize.

     But don’t be TOO honest.  That sounds weird, but it’s TRUE.  If you’re too honest, you might hurt someone’s feelings.  Some truths shouldn’t be told.  Wow, do I sound wise right now?  Or has everything I’ve ever said or done been said or done before?  Or what if all my life has been a dream, and soon I’m going to wake up in a diaper?  The world may never know who or what I really am...  Heheh.  I’m going off track.

     Honesty is more than “not lying”, you have to be nice about it!  Well, I guess you don’t HAVE to be, but you should be.

     Now...  Am I honest?  NO ONE is COMPLETELY honest.  Except me!  No, just kidding.  Like I said, some truths shouldn’t be told.  But not too many.  You don’t want to be something totally different in the inside than what everyone thinks you are.  Yes, you’re not lying, but too many untold truths is almost a lie.  No, it IS a lie.  One gigantic lie!

     I have some personal stuff, I don’t think I really say lies, but there’s stuff about myself, my friends, my family that isn’t really talked about.  Hey!  It’s not disturbing or depressing stuff, don’t just assume that from my tone.  I just think it sounds kind of cool, but is it cool?  The world may never know...  But here’s something I know.


Angry

Space

Doritos.

Free Post: A Story I’m Working On!

     I’ve been working on a story called “Time to Slime”.  It’s set in a completely ordinary world, except there are living, gender-less slimes and berries that don’t really exist, which the slimes eat.  The berries aren’t part of what you’re seeing today, though.

     If you don’t understand what I mean by living slimes, just think of a Minecraft slime.  But slimes aren’t evil in the story!  Oh, there’s also this game I don’t really know anything about called “Slime Rancher”, that has good living slimes.

     Anyway, here’s a sneak peek that I sent to some of my friends on Google Drive.  I did add a paragraph and a couple sentences to it, my friends haven’t seen it yet.

     Yellow ran, it ran as fast as its legs- wait, wait, wait.  Legs?  Since when did they have legs?  Gross!  But what would replace that word?  Well, slugs have a single huge foot, would that work for Yellow?  

     “Yellow ran, it ran as fast as its FOOT could take it!”  No, that doesn’t sound right.  It isn’t exactly running either, more like sliding.  Let’s just go with “slide” instead of “run”, and “slime” instead of “legs”.  Oh, and if you haven’t figured it out by now, Yellow is a slime.  

     Alright, back to the story…  Yellow slid, it slid as fast as its slime could take it!  It looked behind itself.  Oh, come ON!  That thing must’ve been chasing me for a half hour by now.  There are lots of squirrels out there, play with them.  But you might SQUOOSH me!

     But the bouncing, brown bulldog kept blundering on after Yellow.  He ignored everything else.  His tongue was close, it was flopping out of his mouth and getting tiny droplets of spit onto Yellow’s back.  Yuck!

     “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice,” Yellow began.  Wow, that sounded so cool it was stupid.  How many times has that kind of thing been said in movies and TV shows anyway?

     “Bill-EEEEEEEEEEE!  Time for supper!”  An old grandma called just in time.  She didn’t actually own “Billy”, or any pet for that matter.  But she would feed and name stray dogs and cats.  The elderly lady even let them wander into her house, tracking mud all over her carpets and floors!  

     The canine’s ears perked up, and he quickly waddled back to his food provider’s house.

     “Whew, glad that’s over.  That dog was driving me crazy!”  Yellow mumbled to itself.  Well, that’s not COMPLETELY true.  I kind of wanted to show that dog who’s boss, it’s just I don’t want to pick a fight after someone already runs away!  But I could’ve EASILY won.  Ugh, oh well.  I argue with myself too much.

     Yellow happily hopped to the end of the block, which led to a large, grassy field with all sorts of flowers and other plants.  Once it got there, it couldn’t help rolling around in the lush greenery. 

ELDER WOMAN.

     I came up with this superheroine a long time ago, it’s kind of funny.  Okay, I’ll just say some of her powers and other things.

     Elder Woman sounds a little like “Wonder Woman”, so that’s how I first thought of her name.  Her age is a mystery, but we do know she’s DEFINITELY over 100 years old.  Her family is unknown, but Elder Woman likes babysitting in her free time.  Her catch phrase is “Respect your elders!”

     Now for some of her powers!!!


1. The Belt:
Elder Woman lashes out her belt and spanks the enemy.  She shouts, “RESPECT your elders!”  The enemy is stunned, and forced to think about what they just did.  50% of the time the enemy gives up the attack.

2. Denture Boomerang:
Elder Woman whisks her hand into her mouth and takes out her dentures.  She aims her denture boomerang, and throws it at the enemy.  It hits them, and they dentures come right back into Elder Woman’s mouth.

3. Super Hearing Aid:
Elder Woman adjusts her hearing aid.  It makes a loud, high pitched squeal.  Enemies nearby are temporarily stunned from the terrible noise.  (Yeah, like they’re also stunned with the belt.  I know.)  It also gives her super hearing.

4. Cane Club:
Elder Woman lifts up her cane, and harshly bonks it on the enemy’s head.

5. Walker Rocket:
Elder Woman has rocket boosters on her walker, which allow her to fly!  She can fly anywhere with enough oxygen.

6. Experienced Brain:
Elder Woman is very smart, she made all of these tools herself!  Well, she didn’t completely make them.  She bought an ordinary walker, cane, hearing aid, belt and false teeth.  Then she upgraded them!  All of the actual powers from the tools she engineered herself, just her.  Even though she fights, Elder Woman is very nice, wise and experienced.

Blackfish

     Yesterday, and the day before, our ELA class watched the documentary movie Blackfish.  Lots of it was really sad.  There were also bloody/violent scenes, I’m surprised that there wasn’t a permission slip...  But, of course, it’s too late now!  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

     I believe most of the things said in the movie, but I do think it’s possible that lots of the orca attacks to the trainers, were actually just them trying to play.  Humans are a LOT smaller than orcas, and they aren’t used to making relationships with us.  Maybe they just don’t realize their own strength.  Lots of those attacks would be just like play with other orcas, and would only cause maybe some little scratches to the other orca.

     But I wish that SeaWorld never kept orcas in captivity.  I wish that they only brought orcas in if they were very badly hurt in the wild.  Then they could care for them until they got better, and release them to the ocean again.  Or maybe if they found a lost calf, they could care for that calf until it’s grown up, then they find a pod, and release it there.

     Just don’t risk lives for performances!  Even if everything they’ve said is true, SeaWorld still knows that the orcas are unpredictable and it’s hard to give them the kind of life they have in the wild.  They live longer in the wild than in captivity, and trainers would live longer without the orca performances.

     Dolphins and seals definitely enjoy it more than the orcas, and they’re also closer to our size.  So they wouldn’t need really big meals!  They also wouldn’t be able to hurt people very badly.

      Those are my thoughts on SeaWorld and orcas.  🌊🌎
























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Heheh, they’re in love.

Incentive Day/Slice Of Life #4

     WOW, this is soooooooooooo late.  I don’t remember Incentive Day very much.  But, I left early and didn’t get to go to the “fun rooms” or whatever.  I don’t have much to say about it, hmm, let me think.

     Oh, yeah.  I left early because me, my parents, my brother Eamonn were all going to Fullerton in Orange County California.  On a road trip.  It took about four days, and it had times where it got a LITTLE boring, but it was all worth it.

     Here’s our path:  Berwyn Illinois, Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Fullerton California.

     On our road trip, we saw (we SAW them, we looked out our windows, we didn’t go outside the car and explore) mountains, desserts, prairies, cities, farms, an actual good view of sunsets and the sky, palm trees, tumble weeds, mocking birds, and I think maybe even prairie dogs.  Was I bragging there?  Not exactly.  I really don’t know.

     On Incentive Day, I left during around the start of my Block 3 Social Studies class.  Even though I left early, I still got to do Bingo in ELA Block 1, Christmas Songs in Math Block 2, and a LITTLE Kahoot in Block 3.  It was prrrrrrrty (yeah, prrrrrrrty) fun.

     I chose the technology room for the fun rooms, but it didn’t really matter.  At first I wasn’t sure if I’d be skipping the whole school day, going for the whole day, or staying somewhere around half the day.  But it was around half.

     I improved on my Language and Reading test, and stayed exactly the same for my overall Math test.  I’m not going to say my scores, so you can imagine something if you want to.  Or just ignore this part.  Go on, now, stranger or not stranger.  Hmm, I guess I just put that last sentence to fill in some space.  Maybe that last one too.  Oh well, I’ll stop now, it’s gone far enough.

     I really don’t remember that much, so if you want me to include something you think I might’ve done, tell me.  I got the basics out.  Thanks for reading my belated blog post!

Brrrrr, Scary.../Slice Of Life #3

     Tuesday night...  November 28th, 2017.  A night I’ll NEVER forget.  Well, maybe I should say nightMARE.  I will tell you about my extremely weird and distorted dream, but there was also something kind of spooky scary skeletons-y that happened the next day.

     Yeah, and just making sure you know, you may be disturbed with this dream.  I’m telling you it’s really weird and distorted!  Don’t say I didn’t warn you!  I’m going to tell it now.  Are you good?  Good?  If you’re still reading you’re good.

     The dream started with me, my brother Eamonn, and my dad all in this abstract town or something with crazy shades of orange, pink, and maybe some other colors.  There were all these weird creatures walking around, but there’s only one I remember.

     Walking around the town... was Mickey Mouse!  Doesn’t sound that bad, right?  You may think it sounds fun!  But, trust me, it wasn’t.  In my dream, Mickey Mouse was EXTREMELY tall, skinny, had SUPER long arms and legs that stretched out unnaturally.  Like he was somehow doing the splits except standing up and walking, I don’t know!

     It’s hard to describe, I would try to reenact it, but it’s a blog post.  Ask me to do it for you, if you’d like me to.  Was that last sentence a little redundant?  Oh well, I just need to get on with it.

     Anyway, besides all those weird features, that Mickey looked just like the really old Mickey color cartoons.  But he was also three dimensional.

     A couple more strange features, that Mickey walked REALLY REALLY slowly.  I mean, I could tell he was moving, but... yeah.  Way too slow.

     Last weird Mickey thing, it seems that something that crazy would have to play a big part in my dream, right?  Well...  No.  It didn’t.  He just slowly walked around in random points throughout my dream, and no one in the dream even acknowledged it.

     You know what?  I just wrote several paragraphs about that one character!  This is getting too long, comment if you want me to do another post as a sequel that finishes up the dream, this one is just about the creepy Mickey.  The dream gets a lot weirder from there.

     Okay, let’s wrap things up, all you need to know about is the weird Mickey for what I’m telling you next.

     Of course, the day after I had that dream, I told my friend Sarah about it at PE.  Not just the gross Mickey, EVERYTHING.  She was amused and weirded out about it.

     When PE was over, I decided to go the long way to my locker, so I could say one more thing about my dream I thought Sarah should know.  Specifically, the gross Mickey.  I told her a little more about him, a couple more details on how he walked and stuff.

     As I finished it up and walked away, I noticed something.  The girl next to Sarah’s locker.  She must’ve overheard a little of what I was saying, and gave me a weird look.  Do you know what kind of backpack she was wearing?  It was a black backpack with a whole bunch of pictures of the old color cartoon Mickey Mouse!  I’M NOT KIDDING!

     Also, that backpack girl was a third grade bully of mine, ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED!  Haha, there’s no such thing as the Illuminati.  Or is there?