Agenda:
BOG
writers workshop/reader's workshop
RJ check
HW: Enjoy your weekend!!
This is probably going to be the most random and boring blog ever. SOMEONE just had to pick me to do this blog. I've been avoiding doing this since the beginning of the school year. I have no idea what to write about. Ms. Nakada just let everyone go and upload their narratives on the computer if they needed to. Wow, the class is already very loud and Ms. Nakada sent everyone back to their seats. Ms. Nakada is whispering, and it's kinda creeping me out. I didn't want to write this blog. I have nothing to say. Some people are reading since they are done with their narratives, and others are on the comupter. Eli just came over and said my name in a weird voice. I didn't want to put him in this blog, but I couldn't think of anything else to write about. Yay, we almost have 10 points! I hope everyone comes to class for the next 4 days so we can have a party. Oh my gosh, I don't know what time this period is over. I really should memorize the schedule. Oh well. It's kind of annoying when people come up beside you and just watch what you're doing. Ok, well, that might not bother some people, but it makes me really mad for some reason. I'm just weird that way. The class is really quiet right now, I didn't think that was possible, especially with some of the people we have in this class, and I think you know who I'm talking about. I can't wait for the bell to ring...
Oh my gosh, I just got a great idea, and my friends are probably going to hate me for doing this but... There is an AWESOME after-school program called LEAP where UCLA students come here to Emerson and they give us free food and stuff. It's every Friday in room 205 (Mr. Oakes' room) and it starts a couple minutes after school. It's every Friday, oh, and if you come for the free food, you have to stay. But that doesn't make it any less fun. It's kind of like one of those....I forgot the name for them... But it's like a group where you can say anything about yourself and not feel judged about it. Or something like that. Blah. Every Friday, don't forget. Every. Single. Friday. Oh, and it's actually much better than I made it sound, just to let you know.
This blog is pretty long for a Friday.... Ew Eli keeps blowing his nose right next to Melody and I. Owen just came over and asked me a dumb question. Ghenet (probably spelled wrong) just told me to write about her cheek bones, and about how she said she liked my sweater. She's so random.
Eli has blown his nose at least 18 times already, and it's getting really annoying. I have to keep myself from hitting him. Ariel just erased his name from the board. I hear music coming from Mr. Greaneys class I think. I actually wish I were in that class right now. Oh, someone opened the door, it IS coming from Mr.Greaney's classroom. I think someone's phone just went off. I don't know whose though.
I have to keep glancing at the clock and keep my ears wide open for the bell, because I'm hungry and I want to get out of this class quickly. Hilory's walking around aimlessly. Now she just came over and said that Eli's crazy. Ghenet just said she likes my hair. I think she just wants to be in the blog.
The class is getting sort of loud. I don't like loud places. If someone were to put me in a room with a lamp, a chair and a book, I'd be fine sitting there for a few hours. Well, that was random. Ghenet asked me something about candy. Juan said that I am getting tired of Ghenet. I hate to say it, but he's right. :/ Ms. Nakada is going around checking Reading journals. Daniel just came over and told me to put him in the blog. There, I did it. The phone just rang! Eli is getting up every 5 seconds to blow his nose. if he keeps doing this, he's probably going to blow out some of his brain into the tissue. I should make a blog. I kind of like this now. I keep seeing people walk by in the halls. Wow, I never noticed how loud Mr. Greaney is. I think the bell is going to ring soon. I hope so. Oh people are packing up. I should go pack up too. Bye!
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