Expository

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! That is the sound of someone’s alarm clock going off on a Monday morning. I’m going to tell you why Mondays are annoying.

My first reason as to why Mondays are annoying is because, on Mondays, you have to start school for the week. I don’t know about you, but every Monday morning my alarm clock will go off, and I’ll lazily hit the snooze button as I drift back to sleep. After many more snooze-sessions, I drag myself out of bed and sluggishly move into my day. This is my first reason why Mondays are annoying.

My second reason is that, on Mondays, once you slowly get to school and start going through your boring classes (said only for the sake of this paper), you start to slowly realize that your homework-pile, so to speak, is getting pretty big. On Mondays, teachers like to give you lots of homework due to the fact that you had no school on the weekend. Fair? No. This is my second reason as to why Mondays are annoying . My first reason was that you have to start school for the week on Mondays.

So those are my two reasons as to why Mondays are annoying.

So, what did you think? What? Did I hear you say it was awful? The worst expository you’ve ever read?
Well…
Thanks! That’s exactly what I was going for! Oh, and sorry to any English teachers (especially Ms. Schoch) that read that thinking it would be good. Let me explain. Just for fun, I have decided to try an exercise on Expository Writing and see how it goes. I wrote two expository writing essays with the same topic:

Explain Why Mondays Are Annoying

They have the same reasons. Everything about them is similar except for the fact that one is everything Ms. Schoch has told us NOT to do, and the other one follows the guidelines. My goal: see if this improves my understanding of Expository Writing. The one you just read was the bad one. This is the good one:

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! “Ugh, 5 more minutes!” This is my reaction when I wake up on Monday morning to my bothersome alarm clock. Forget the alarm clock, Mondays themselves are bothersome!

One reason is school starting for the week. On Mondays, you don’t know if the week will be long or short, good or bad, or anything else, because Monday is the deciding day. In the book A Total Tragedy of a Girl Named Hamlet, for the main character Hamlet, every single Monday of the year is bad one way or another, and she doesn’t look forward to the rest of the week. This often happens to me too. I must say… it totally sticks. School starting on Monday is really annoying.

Furthermore, Mondays give you tons and tons of homework due to the lack of being able to give homework over the weekend. I hate it when, even if my Monday starting off great in Athletics, I go to Texas history, Science, English, and Math and get piles upon piles of homework. To add onto it, with athletics practice after school, I get home at 5:30-6:00 pm, leaving me time to do my homework only if I stay until 10:00. I really hate being super tired to begin with, then having to stay up super-duper late into the night. Mondays really bother me!

Mondays bring lots of challenges like starting school and tons of homework, but it really isn’t all that bad…no, no who am I kidding? Monday is the worst day of the week for me. Even though I don’t like Mondays, they are helpful for life. They teach me how to handle really tough challenges. So next time I hear the annoying Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! of my alarm clock, I’ll try to be happy and enjoyable.

Time is running for everyone!!!
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Happy

When life is going horribly and you need something or someone to make you feel better, what (or who) do you turn to to make you feel better? Maybe your best friend, or your pillow, or maybe your brother or sister. Me? I go to my childhood stuffed-animal, Happy. Right now, Happy is probably sitting on the floor under my bed…she’s feeling the love from a distance. Anyway, I remember when I first got her.

When I was younger, I would always want to go to Build-a-Bear Workshop. I don’t know why, but I did. I thought it was the coolest place ever! I mean, come on, you get to go, build your VERY OWN STUFFED ANIMAL (kind of), and dress it, give it a name, and take it home in a neat little cardboard box. To a five-year-old girl, that place was awesome. I would go there so often, every time getting a dog. I really liked dogs because I had one and he was awesome when he was younger (look at past posts for one about him). One day, when I went, I saw this one dog that looked exactly like my dog Butler. I was so happy! After going though the process, I got to name him/her. So (obviously), I named it Happy because I was five and my vocabulary was as big as the Magic Tree House books allowed it to be. At first, Happy was a boy because my uncle told me that since I got the dog bed that was meant for boys it couldn’t be a girl (my uncle’s only about 7 years older than me, so don’t imagine an adult telling this to a five year old). When I was six, I proceeded to go back to Build-a-Bear and get the girl’s bed, even though I didn’t like it as much (it was pink and VERY VERY FLUFFY! I didn’t like holding it). Since I was six, Happy’s gender has changed about 4 times, but I eventually settled on girl when I was 10 and that’s how it’s stayed. I don’t have Happy’s beds anymore, but I do have her, and I’ll probably keep her forever.

Expository Writing

Prompt: Explain why hope is important
Written By: Libby and Kendall

“Please let me pass!” You are sitting in your desk with your fingers crossed, hoping for a good grade…even though you know you didn’t study. Sometimes life can be tough and difficult, but you must keep hope through it all.

For instance, if you don’t have hope, you won’t believe in yourself. If you don’t believe in yourself and, for example, your team in sports, you will lose confidence and you won’t preform as well. In basketball, we haven’t been doing very well in our games because we don’t believe and have hope in each other. If you don’t have hope, you won’t succeed.

Also, without hope you won’t even try a simple task. Let’s say your big science test is coming up, and you already think you’re going to fail, so you didn’t even try to study. Your grade…well…not the best. If you don’t try and believe in yourself, you won’t succeed at a very easy task.

Sometimes, life gets hard, and it’s tough to think positively. Having hope will give you the opportunity to try harder and believe in yourself so you can do great.

Bubbles
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This Isn’t Even A Snow-Day

Quick Bucket List
1) Fall asleep against a door in a room full of strangers – almost completed, District Lock-In for church
2) Get a Snow Day twice in 1 year – completed 1/24 and 1/28, year 2014
3) Be the only student at school – completed 1/28/14
4) Spend half of a snow day at school – completed 1/28/14

Yes. Right now as I’m writing/posting this, I’m the only student at school. Seriously, it’s a snow day and I’m STUCK AT THE SCHOOL!!! I’m not happy. Everyone else that’s stuck here is really nice, though, so it’s not all bad. No… It’s bad. It’s very, very, very bad. Everyone is just scared because the road is covered in ice, and no one wants to drive but everyone wants to go home. Oh! And I wanted to share this with y’all:

We were just driving along. I wasn’t paying attention, I was in the world of Jeremy Fink trying to find out the meaning of life. Suddenly, the car starts spinning wildly. My backpack falls of the seat. I hold my breath and close my eyes. We’re only spinning for a second but it feels like a lifetime. Finally, it stops. When I open my eyes the car is crawling down the street. We didn’t hit anyone, and nobody hit us. Everything was ok, but I was terrified.

Ya, that’s right. We hit a patch of ice. That’s one reason why nobody wants to leave the school. I don’t call this a snow day. This is an ice day. These are some pictures I took at school and on the way home (I did leave).

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The Scene…

I just woke up this morning at about 8. I already know school is gonna be delayed, so I got to sleep in. I look at my phone and notice my friend has texted me answering my question, “Will we have morning practice for basketball?” I check my phone while still in bed.

Lizzie: No it’s snowing
Me: It’s not snow [my thoughts: “It’s just ice and snow that’s melting on the ground. I call snow ‘white cold stuff that’s stuck on the ground.’]
Lizzie: It is here
I jump out of bed and run to my window
Me: Oh my gosh it’s here too!
[my mom comes in]
Mom: By the way, school is totally canceled.
Me: No science test!
(Sorry science teachers and science lovers, but science is not my best subject and I do not look forward to tests)

Yup, I was really happy because it was a…

(I just figured out how to do that!)

Anyway, visitors, that was morning. I’m really happy that we don’t have school, and that we do have snow. There is still a lot of ice, which is not good, but I’ll take it. Here are some pictures:

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My dog getting his warm on.

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My Texas snowman (Ok, sure he doesn’t have a face and is just a lump, but don’t talk about it. He’s sensitive.)

Frosty Footpath - winter snow
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Ya, that’s not what it looks like, but that’s what I see!

Thanks to the Glitter Text website for the glitter text!

Posts vs Pages

Ok visitors. I would like you right now to look at the top of this post. You’ll see that picture that’s blue and green. Look up (slightly) and left (until the orange). See the words “Home” “About Me” “Help!” and “Pictures!” Well, those are the names of my pages. Pages are not the same as posts. Posts are what this is: a piece of writing that you’ll see when you first open my blog. Pages are different. Pages are small blurbs of writing that aren’t meant to be posts but should still be on the blog. For example: I wouldn’t have a post titled “About Me.”

Anyway, I’m telling you this because I really want to do more things with my blog and if you visitors would comment on pages, I would be able to maybe write better posts, or get ideas for things to write. Thanks!

Worst Weekend Ever

Last week (Jan. 13-17) took forever to me. It felt like the entire second semester. I couldn’t wait for the weekend! So on Friday after school I’m in a great mood, not only because it’s the weekend, but it was a 3-day weekend!

Short Story: Happiness went away very, very soon.
Long Story: I’m getting out of my car with my hands full enough that I close the door with my foot. I’m also not paying attention. Suddenly, a sharp pain explodes from my finger. I had smashed my fingertip in the door of the car, in a way that I had to open the door to get my finger out. And if that still doesn’t tell you how bad it was, listen to this: I was more scared by this than I was when I got bit under the eye by a dog. Anyway, my finger is now all swollen and bruised (it was bloody on Friday but not anymore).

So, naturally, Saturday was a relaxing day of “Heal My Finger.”

Then we get to Sunday. I was happy because my finger was a lot better, and I got to see my friends at church. Once again, I was happy. Really happy. Life was good…
So something had to go wrong.

I woke up really early in the morning with a stomach-ache. Then after a long, long time of not feeling well, I ended up vomiting. So, I didn’t go to church-I didn’t do anything fun. I vomited 3 times total in the morning, then felt better, but didn’t want to risk running around a lot. So, I got to lay at home all day doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! And no, it was not fun.

My Monday was then spent making sure I could go to school Tuesday.
So for this 3-Day weekend, I didn’t do anything or leave my house. Thanks Martin Luther King Jr!

Stars

Once darkness falls
Upon the night
I shall wait
For the stars tonight

The night goes on
With bright cold air
I stay here and wait
For the stars tonight

The moon comes up,
Full and bright
As I sit here watching
For the stars tonight

A single dot appears
Twinkling lights soon fill the sky
But I have drifted to sleep waiting
For the stars tonight

As I wake back up
I look into that night sky
And see that I have slept too long to see
All the stars tonight

Our Galactic Neighborhood
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