The Little Match Girl

I refuse to keep typing. I have completed every single typing lesson, and have been thouroughly scarred by it. One of the typing tests was called the Little Match Girl. It was about this young girl living in poverty who spent everyday of her life trying to sell matches. One day she didn't sell a single match and so she couldn't go home or else her father would beat her, so that night she slept in an alley. She started to light the matches because she wanted to warm herself (as if one match is going to warm you in the middle of winter).  So then the little girl remembers her grandmother, and how she was the only person that had ever loved her. She wanted to be with her grandmother, but sadly her grandma was dead. Then suddenly she just dies, and everyone comes out of the building next to her and is so sad because they see this little dead girl lying there in the alley. But apparently she's up in heaven and she thinks that people shouldn't feel sorry for her because her life long dream of being with her grandmother came true.

Yeah, it was pretty disturbing.

Hey is there a new guy in our class?! I have never seen him before. She never told us there was a new kid. Wait... okay maybe he's always been here. Ahh!! It is the same guy he just got a hair cut. How could I not have noticed. This is the 2nd time this year this has happened. Before this kid in my band class cut his hair and I almost went up to ask what his name was. I think this shows how much your hair defines you.

Cut it, and your a whole new person.

Super Mega Foxy Awesome Hot

There is a girl in my CIM class, whose beauty exceeds that of any other girl. She shall remain nameless. But you should know that her name rhymes with Frangelique.

She is the hottest girl ever. Her "asian" hair flows in great dark curls at the side of her face. It curls perfectly, almost as if to frame her lovely face as thought it were a portrait painted by God.

Her face can't truly be compared to anything in this world. Although her eyes are quite Asian, they are a deep chocolate brown, and they glisten like the stars of the midnight sky. Every time our eyes meet, my heart beats...as it usually does.

Her best feature is her smile, some might say. However this is completely untrue. Her best feature is indeed her rump. Just kidding, it really is her smile. Her teeth are as white as snow, before the deer has peed on it.

I am completely overtaken by jealousy. If only I had a flawless face and smooth, round...cheeks...on my face. Like her.

The other day she walked up to me and asked me "Do I look okay?" and I said, "Girl, when I see your face!! theres only one thing I can say, girl your super mega foxy awesome hott!!"

Motivational Posters

I'm about to say the most depressing thing I've said in a while. Spring Break is over. "It wasn't much of a break anyways." -Angelique Empleo.

I'd have to agree, it wasn't much of a break. But it was always nice to get some sleep in my bed with my eyes closed rather than in this chair with my eyes staring blankly ahead while at the board while Mrs. Fawaz talks.

I'm wearing the biggest jacket ever, I think it might actually be my dads. I look like a huge blob of blue blanket. If that even makes sence which it probably doesn't because....
I DONT THINK that I'll ever survive this class.
You know what's really weird about this class. There are motivational posters that my teacher has hung up all over the room. They say things like "learn from the past, live in the present, and plan for the future", and other great quotes about experience and success. They are all truly life changing. I don't know what kind of person I'd be without the knowledge I've gained from reading the quotes in the CIM room.