June
2008
Saying goodbye to everything once you move is hard. It’s like your leaving your whole past behind. I’ve moved a lot which means that I have left a lot behind. However, one of the things that will always stick with my memories is “The Hill”. This hill was huge. Well, at least in the eyes of a seven year old.
My brother was a very mischievous child. Many dangerous ideas came out of his head. Every kid in the neighborhood seemed to be fascinated in this one particular idea which was racing down this hill. The road was bumpy, as the pavement seemed as if it needed to be repaved, and had quite a curve as you head to the bottom. It was dangerous. We already knew that. Did we care? Obviously, not. If our parents knew what we were doing, they would be furious. That’s why we raced while they were at work.
Everyone searched for a toy or object to race down with. From wagons to tricycles, even vacuum cleaners, we all raced each other, not thinking about any consequences for our actions.
However, one day in particular that I remember was when my sister decided to be a daredevil. She found my brother’s toy motorcycle, which was pretty much like a bike but shaped as a motorcycle. It went extremely fast though; faster than we planned.
While, usually, having a kid at the curve giving us the “okay” that there were no cars coming. My sister was too eager to wait. I don’t know why. Unfortunately, there was a care coming up at the same time. It was too late. My sister had already taken off. You could see the motorcycle bike gaining speed. The car wasn’t in site, at the time, not giving my sister any time to respond. But in that split second of seeing my sister head on with a car, that moment seemed to go by slowly. She spun out of control onto the other side of the street, eventually flipping over. Luckily, a broken leg is all she came out with.
I have never been so scared in my life, as I was on that day. After that, there was no more racing down that hill for us. But that doesn’t matter; I’d rather give up that than have another accident happen, with a worse outcome.
My general thoughts on text messaging is that it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal to me because I never use it. I send 0 texts a day because I don’t have a cell phone. When I do text, its usually on a friends phone just to one person. Uhh.. Well It doesn’t effect my writing at all. I’m not a terrific writer in the first place. The slang on text messages does affect scores on tests at school. I have seen some effects of it in our language; I often see middle schoolers using the phrase “lol” and “Jay Kay” in there conversations.
In the book Just Listen it describes what her sister looks like because she has an eating disorder. I thought that she used a lot of detail.
“She was all bones… Bones and knobs, every bump of her spine protruding and visible. Her hips poked out at angles, her knees were skinny and pale. It seemed impossible that she coould be so thin and Still be alive.. the sharpness of her shoulder blades as they rose out of her skin, looking like the wings of a dead baby bird I’d once found in our backyard, hairless and barely born already broken.”
Just Listen by Sarah Dessen
Pg 57
A blog is kind of like a journal, its allows you to express an opinion. I have heard of blogs through Myspace, but I’ve never used them. I’m pretty comfortable with computers. I typically go and check my email and Myspace when I go on. My opinion on writing is that I’m not very good at it. If I do write, my favorite kind of writing that I like to do is probably informative. People are so concerned about kids’ safety when they’re using the Internet because sometimes kids put too much information about themselves. I think that the Internet is dangerous, only in some ways though. My peers generally do homework and check their myspace. I think the year ahead is going to be cool because doing blogs is better than being in class in some ways.
The book I chose was Just listen by Sarah Dessen. It grabbed my attention because I heard that Sarah Dessen was a good author. One thing about the book that grabbed my attention was the book cover. My friend Jessi recremmended this book to me. Just Listen is about a girl who lost her friendship with this girl and has to face the challenges of her sister’s eating disorder. Then she meets this guy, Owen Armstrong. I don’t know much about the story so far though.

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