I Have A Problem With 12:00 Deadlines

Multiple times today, I was asked what I did this weekend, and I tried and tried to remember what I spent all that time doing.

I couldn't remember.

So, this entry will be short and sweet due to my memory lapse.

I do remember, however, that I read This Is What I Did by our own Ann Dee Ellis (and by "our own" I mean the professor who told me to make this blog. But I digress.). I liked it. I really liked it. And I'm not just saying that because I'm being graded by the author. I liked Logan and totally related to how he deals with problems.

But most of all I loved his mom.

Oh, Mom.

She was so believable. She wants so badly to be a good mom, especially after the whole "Zyler" incident, but it just... doesn't always work for her.

Poor Mom.

Moving on, this past week we started writing for middle graders.

Side note: I was talking with a friend and she referred to a particular movie as being for "medium kids". I said, "You mean middle graders?" And she had no idea what I was talking about. I was shocked that she had never heard them referred to as "middle graders".

Anyway. We started to write for medium kids, and from those writings I have chosen my favorite piece for the week (I know it's not technically from my writing journal, but the journal just seemed so lackluster this week. So sue me.). It's about school lunch:

"At lunch you have to hurry in so you can sit with the girls instead of the boys because each table has only a certain amount of seats so you want to get there early so you don’t have to sit with the boys. Nikki usually gets there last and has to sit at the boys table and everyone thinks she’s weird. We’re not allowed to share our lunches, which is OK because Jessica might want to trade sandwiches with me but hers looks gross because her parents don’t know that when you put tomatoes on a sandwich you have to put it between the lettuce or else the bread gets soggy and gross. Mary Grace has a lunchables and a soda and I’m always jealous of that because I want a lunchables too. But I have a peanut butter sandwich instead. I have doritos and a capri sun too, but today it’s the strawberry kind and I hate the strawberry kind. Kierra has the fruit punch kind and that’s my favorite, but it’s her least favorite and she likes the strawberry kind best. We talk about how it’s weird that we both have a capri sun that the other one likes but we drink our own juice because we’re not allowed to share."

That first sentence is a bit of a run-on sentence, and to be honest, I actually cut out a bit of it and it's still ridiculously long, but there you go. I like this piece because it is 100% true and 100% fiction.

And, with that little nugget of wisdom, I bid you all goodbye for now, because I have a chemistry test to study for.

(also: looks like this entry is not nearly as short and sweet as I thought it would be. Huh.)

Edit: Forgot to write which middle grade novel I was going to bring to class. Well, here is what I would bring: I would bring a book called The Wright 3, which is a mystery book about three middle grade kids and I absolutely loved it. I wanted to be those three mystery-solving kids. And I was 16 at the time I read the book.

That is all for tonight, folks.