I'm so excited! Something finally happened today!
It's not big, but I thought it was great.
I was walking in the hallway, when some 6th grader stopped me and asked where the writing lab was. I told her, proud that I knew, and that I looked like part of the crowd. When I glanced up, a girl was smiling at me. I remembered her from one of my classes-perhaps Physics. I smiled back timidly, but it was too late, she had turned around. Still, I was in a good mood the rest of the day, even once I got to lunch and they were serving corn dogs with extra dijon mustard. Ew. I didn't eat it, but I wasn't hungry either.
Maybe things will be better.
Mala
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Finally
Now I actually have time to tell you who I am, and why.
I am Mala Anderson, an eighth grader at Smithshowe Middle School. I moved here basically at the end of the year with my mother and younger sister, Ally, who drives me insane with her gibberish talk and silly antics.
I have no friends here yet. There's no one, really, who even seems friendly. Even my neighbors seem cranky and removed. So I'm hoping I'll be getting my necessary "social communication" from this blog. I need "social communication" to get through life, or at least that's what my guidance counselor says. I'm down there with her for lunch every day, picking through my greasy french fries with disgust.
"Mala, you need to get out there and do things!" Mrs. Leander exclaimed, staring me down over her sharp nose. A nice way of saying, "Get a life, Mala. You suck." I sighed. "Yes, ma'am. I'll try." But I didn't. And I won't. This school is miserable. The teachers seem to have a fascination with droning on and on about things I learned last year. In my old school, we were ahead of everyone else in lessons.
This stinks.
Well, I GUESS I'll see ya later, then.
Mala
I am Mala Anderson, an eighth grader at Smithshowe Middle School. I moved here basically at the end of the year with my mother and younger sister, Ally, who drives me insane with her gibberish talk and silly antics.
I have no friends here yet. There's no one, really, who even seems friendly. Even my neighbors seem cranky and removed. So I'm hoping I'll be getting my necessary "social communication" from this blog. I need "social communication" to get through life, or at least that's what my guidance counselor says. I'm down there with her for lunch every day, picking through my greasy french fries with disgust.
"Mala, you need to get out there and do things!" Mrs. Leander exclaimed, staring me down over her sharp nose. A nice way of saying, "Get a life, Mala. You suck." I sighed. "Yes, ma'am. I'll try." But I didn't. And I won't. This school is miserable. The teachers seem to have a fascination with droning on and on about things I learned last year. In my old school, we were ahead of everyone else in lessons.
This stinks.
Well, I GUESS I'll see ya later, then.
Mala
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Explanations
So, first day was tortue. Teachers were ECH and students were BLECH. Not to mention the food. *gag*
Students treated me like chopped liver. They rammed into me full speed and laughed. They brushed right past me in the hall at the least!
I'm a delicate person! Gosh. Oh well, guess it coulda been worse. There, that's my motto for the year. Coulda been worse. Yeah. Nice, right?
Me
Students treated me like chopped liver. They rammed into me full speed and laughed. They brushed right past me in the hall at the least!
I'm a delicate person! Gosh. Oh well, guess it coulda been worse. There, that's my motto for the year. Coulda been worse. Yeah. Nice, right?
Me
First Day
Of school, that is.
It was pretty crazy.
No one talked to me.
No one cared.
Lovely.
I'll have to talk to you later, blog thingy, I have to go eat.
It was pretty crazy.
No one talked to me.
No one cared.
Lovely.
I'll have to talk to you later, blog thingy, I have to go eat.
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