I am Me

I am a pretender

Sometimes, I was a brave-hearted adventurer on an old, breaking, wooden ship, sinking slowly into the horridly beautiful Sea of Fire

Other times, I was a wondrous wizard with a sapphire blue cape, flying around making potions and casting spells

I am a believer

“Don’t let your lights go down, don’t let your fire burn out. Somewhere, somebody needs a reason to believe.” (Britt Nicole)

My own little world was magical-I could be everyone, everywhere! It was my hideout, and it could change at a snap of my fingers

I am a dreamer
Across oceans and over mountains, my shoes have taken me on fantastic journeys: I have seen everything and gone everywhere

I could be anyone, anywhere, in anyway. It was my choice, All it took was a little imagination

I am me
I’m the one who stares out the window or at the clock on the extra long days of school, wishing to be anywhere but in a small desk

The dark green trees sitting outside my house have been the same forever, they are my connection to the roots of my childhood.

I am a pretender.
I am a believer.
I am a dreamer.
I am Kendall.
I am me.



In the morning and to the evening

Forever in a day and all through the night

We are all ready to see the lights

It’s all in our sights


Red is the color of love and blood,

The pain and joy of all breathing moments

If red could talk it would say:

“I’m half of your thoughts, half of your emotions.”


Orange is the color of the new and old day

The color of beginning and end

If orange was alive it would believe,

That it’s the way all the days bend


Yellow is the color of light

The light that represents the good

If yellow was more than a way, a thought

It would say it was fairly understood


Green is the color of new life

It brings together the leaves and the trees

If green were alive and breathing

It would say it’s famous with ease.


Blue is the color of water

It is the color that keeps everything living

If blue could speak out of itself

It would speak of how it is receiving and giving 


Purple is the color of royalty

Purple shows luxury and calmness

If it was as alive as you and me,

It would show you no darkness


Pink is the color of beauty

The color that shines and glows

If pink could show you it’s thoughts

You’d see a color as sweet as a rose


Black is the color of darkness

Of sorrow and pain

If color could talk of itself

It would cry in vain


White is the color of snow,

Of happiness and joy

If white was able to speak its thoughts,

It would hope to never be destroyed

Ok Visitors, Guess What!

Guess what visitors! I’ve made the school basketball team! I’m on the Girls 7th Grade A-Team for the West Ridge Wildcats! GO TEAM! I’ve been playing basketball for 5 years, but this is my first year playing on a school team. My first league (or is it called a group?) was Upward, which is a Christian Basketball league/group for 1st-6th graders (I was in it from 2nd grade to 6th). I loved playing there, but they had different rules than WRMS basketball does, so this year was a big change. Funny story time!

When I was in 3rd grade (I had already been in Upward for 1 year), I remember telling my friend who then challenged me to a 1-on-1 game. It was sad then, but now I laugh at how horrible it turned out. Like I said earlier, the rules were very different, so I didn’t know, for instance, that stealing was allowed. Turns out, my friend did. I remember getting so mad and frustrated because I couldn’t figure out why I was doing so badly! I even tried to ask about it, but I wouldn’t get an answer no matter how hard I tried. After this, I started asking WAY more questions in Upward after that.

So anyway, I made the A-Team. I was so excited when I found out! I now get to play basketball for my school (almost) every Thursday. The team also has my friends on it. It’s really fun to play the sport you love with the people you love to hang out with. Our team’s first game is Thursday November 21, so wish us luck! GO WILDCATS!

Shoreditch Globetrotter
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Are You Ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready to start the day?
Are you ready to face your friends?
Are you ready to face your enemies?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready for class?
Are you ready to learn from your teacher?
Are you ready to learn from your iPad?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready to end the school day?
Are you ready to work on homework?
Are you ready to work on your game skills?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready to end the day?
Are you ready to sleep until morning?
Are you ready to stay awake until morning?
Are you ready?

Are you ready for everyday from now until forever?
Are you ready to be you, or your opposite?
Are you ready to live the rest of your life?
Are you ready to survive the ups?
Are you ready for the downs?
Are you ready for the night?
Are you ready for the day?
Are you ready to watch?
Are you ready to start?
Are you ready?

Getting Ready For A Hot Summer Day

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Hey visitors! If you went to my school when you were in 6th grade, you probably remember reading The Thief and The Beanstalk, a book about Nick, a poor thief, who tries to make things right for Jack. It was a really good book, and when we finished reading it, we had an extra credit project we could do. We had a lot of choices, but I wrote a poem and I wanted to post it on my blog. Have you ever read a class book you really liked? Please, comment what you think of the poem and your answer.

It haunts me always

The gold just shows I’m rich

Not all of my guilt

Life was a broken stitch

But I stand tall

I am forgiven

For my horrible deeds

I am forgiven

I see the sun now

The sky seems more blue

I am out of my days of sorrow

Into the days of new

I owe it all to Nick

He stole the beans then climbed as a thief

He stayed and because of Gullinda

A hero came down and gave me relief

As I told Ann, I tell you now

Stealing not only gets you gold, but a lifelong burden

No matter if the target is a friend or a giant

Stealing is wrong no matter the reason

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From the Kent River Valley

Hi visitors! I’ve decided that I want to tell you a little bit about my name. My name is Kendall, which means “From the Kent River Valley.” For those of you who don’t know me, Kendall is pronounced like the device (kindle). Funnily enough, when I was in fifth grade, my parents got me a Kindle Fire. I haven’t stopped hearing that Kendall has a Kindle since.

Anyway, when my parents were naming me, they were not considering the name Kendall because of its meaning. My mom told me she wanted to name me something that’s meaning was light, and something that was both a boy’s name and a girl’s name. Now, obviously, Kendall does not mean light. However, when you say Kendall out loud, what does it sound like? To me (and a lot of other people), Kendall sounds a lot like candle. Actually, people used to call me Candle when I was younger (it wasn’t very nice, so please don’t).

One interesting, and slighting annoying, thing about my name is how it is spelled, and how other people spell it. I have seen so many spellings of my name it is funny. I have seen Kindle, Kendell, Kendle, Kindel, Kendille (I don’t even get that one), Kendal, and Kindall. None of which are right, but when I tell people how to spell my name they always spell it wrong! My last name is hard to spell too. However, since this is the Internet, I am not going to tell you how people spell my last name, or what it is. All I want you to know is that very little people in my grade can actually spell my name right.

So, now you know a little bit about my name. Now what about you? What does your name mean, and why is that why your parents named you it, or is it another reason, like me? Do you have a name that is hard to spell right, or easy to? What about the ability to say your name? Do people always misspell your name? Do you prefer people to call you something that isn’t your name, like a nickname or your middle name? Leave your answers as a comment please!