Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Hey guys!!
So its almost been a week since grad & i just remembered that Mrs. Witt wanted us to post one last time :] This last year has been so much fun! Mrs. Witt you are an amazing person! All the younger kids are definitely going to miss out on taking your class next year. It has been a blast taking your class. Not only did we have a good time you taught us all so much. You are a fantastic teacher. Thank you so much for everything!! & good luck back in Iowa!!

oh. and to everyone else, if you even get back on here, it has been quite the ride with all of you throughout high school. Thanks for sharing the last 18 years of my life with me :] good luck with all your future plans and maybe we'll run into eachother sometime!? CYA!!! Have a great summer! Love you guys :]

-Syd-

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Good-bye

I know this isn't an assignment, but I just wanted to say bye to everyone in my 2nd hour class. I will more than likely never see you guys again. It's been a fun and interesting year! Mrs. Witt, I'm gonna miss you a lot. I only have you for one hour, five days a week, but your an amazing teacher and person. I'm glad I had the chance to meet you.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Bedtime Fright

This is a poem i wrote about being scared of the dark during bedtime when i was little :]
Bedtime Fright
Night arrives,
The darkness takes over,
Time for bed.
Its close.
Shut off the light,
Run to the bed,
Covers over head,
Lay there in silence.
Don't move a muscle.
I know i'm not alone.
Say your prayers,
ask for protection,
tell them to go away.
A sliver of light shines through the window,
Tension is relieved.
Light defeats darkness.
Now i can sleep in peace.

Memory Book Letter

Letter to my dear friend Sydni. :)

Dear Sydni Rae-

...remember when we went camping!? How long we took to get our campfire going, five girls setting up a tent, our endless pit of snacks the guys stole & the mysterious something-or-other on Hanahs shorts are just some of the amazing memories of that night. Our attempt to steal Trae's car left a permanent dent in my forehead when his alarm went off & scared the crap out of both of us. Resulting inn slamming into each other, hence, dent in forehead. HA! Oh my...

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

4th paragraph of introduction

Brooke Richardson used to be one of my best friends when I was about fifteen. The fifth chapter is about her. She was in a horrible car accident on my sixteenth birthday and I found out at my party. Her sister, Courtney, was the driver and Courtney was messing around and was driving on the wrong side of the road. Brooke asked Courtney what she would do if another car was coming and Courtney said "This!" and then swerved. When she swerved she hit a pothole and it made her lose control of the vehicle and it ended up rolling down a hill and catching fire. It was the worst birthday I've had yet.

What Lurks In The Dark

The most memorable moment of my life was when Grant Weldin Lightbeer came over, and we turned the circuit breaker off on my brother while he was in the middle of a game. Needless to say we got the biggest wamping of our lives.

It all started when Grant came over to play some video games. Dragon Ball Z to be exact. As we walked into the room we see that my brother is already playing. We asked him to please let us play. He said he would let us as soon as he was finished. So me and Grant decided we would watch some t.v. in the time being.

After a good thirty minutes or more we decided to go check the game situation. We went back to the room, and no shock to us he was still playing. We asked him to let us play, and he said no he was there first. After about an hour or so of begging we would not budge.

The Small Things

I am in my room, thinking
It wasn't a big deal
I'll cover it up with something
And keep my lips sealed

Now I'm sitting in my chair
And broken glass is everywhere
I anxiously start playing with my hair
Thinking I'll just have to hide it somewhere

Now I see how polish remover on the floor
And Grandma's broken figurine
Seemed to be a bad scene
But are truly just the small things