So, I may or may not have binge-watched the entire series of the Disney XD show Lab Rats with my sisters in the past two weeks. But hey, I don’t have anything better to do.
On another note, the Maze Runner movie comes out on Friday! Yippee! I’m planning to see it with some of my friends and my sister.
So, I started school this week. High school, to be more precise. While it’s definitely better than middle school, freshman year won’t be the highlight of my life (at least I hope not!).
My classes have greatly improved since last year though. I get to read Shakespeare (we just started A Midsummer Night’s Dream!) and The Aeneid, study Latin (for the fourth year) and Ancient Greek (for the second year), and do monthly current events reports in geography. Unfortunately, I have three quizzes this week, so “easing into school” is clearly low priority to my teachers. My favorite class so far is either geography, British Literature, or Ancient Greek.
I also attended the first meeting of my library’s teen council. It was amazing. All the other teens were so nice and so much like me. We discussed Doctor Who, Percy Jackson, Comic Con, and our favorite subjects in school, and nobody was called nerdy or dorky. I’ve never experienced anything so different or wonderful.
What’s your favorite class this year?
Hi, everyone! I have not posted in forever and I’m so, so sorry! I had spring break, then, finals, and then summer break and by the time I got around to writing reviews, I was too tired. Sorry again!
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Hey, everyone! I just wanted to let you know that since NaNoWriMo starts on Friday, I won’t be writing any book review until December.
My aunt wrote this post about her grandpa, my great-grandpa.
Most days, he sat in a chair staring into space, his brain unable to make the connections of laughter and eye contact and meaning that it once had. His unshaven chin, hollow cheeks, and wild hair echoed dimly of the lively man I’d known as my grandfather. My grandma, a former hair dresser, faithfully brought her comb to try and tame his wild do, but he didn’t like it much.
Actually, he didn’t like anything much those days. The dementia had stolen him from us one-slow-day-at-a-time, and replaced his jolly warmth with violent reactions and confused arguments. It was like having a three-year-old in the family all over again.
But there were moments of clarity. He knew my grandmother most often. His sweetheart since fifth grade, he used to ride his pony down the railroad tracks to visit her, so his memory of her stretched back nearly his entire life…
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