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Agenda

Take a minute 

Blog - corrections

Week 11: G-Q-Q-L

I.R.P / Reader's workshop

Homework

iReady 18 lessons

RJ 11.1 , read IRP book!

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I'm feeling very silly today, so I'm gonna type this blog like I'm talking to my friend. Hehehehehehehehehe....

Okay so we walk into class, and I don't know why but I thought we were switching seats. We were not. I walk into class yapping to Maddy, then I'm like, "I wanna do the blog. Who did it on Friday? I must know so I can ask them." After asking around the class a bit, I figured out it was Ezra. I called out to him in a high pitched voice asking if I can do the blog. He shrugged and said sure! Thank you Ezra^^. Ezra read his blog filled with comedy and fun moments. He didn't include my conversations with Ms. Nakada, that kinda broke my heart. </3. It's okay though! We chill because the blog was still epic. 

Like usual, my heart begins to rattle and shake in my chest. My mind begins to scramble itself like a puzzle dropped onto the floor. I've done this blog before, I even asked to do it this time. Why does it feel like I just got dropped into a 50 feet deep lake? 

Why a lake?

I was shaking. Water like that must be cold.

I felt almost alone. There wouldn't be any people in that lake with me, just creatures.

My breath started to cut short. You wouldn't be able to breathe for long in a deep lake. 

I mean low-key, my heart just does that sometimes. Eh, I'm sure it's nothing. Anyway, a funny comment Marcel made about Ezra's blog (or at least I thought it was funny) was, "Why is everyone quivering?💀"

Also good luck Cielle, she was on Nason's list. List for what? Man I dunno. But girl, good luck!

Another little fact: at some point in Ezra's blog he started using these big words. They made my nose itch. Maybe big words made me sneeze. 

I walk to the blog table and give Alyssa a high-five on the way because she completed her book project. (Which I need to work on... I'm cooked gang. COOKED!) 

Alyssa said we should get a point for Ezra's blog, but Ms. Nakada disagreed because apparently Ezra had a LOT of things to correct. Guh... not a good look for you buddy. However, Alyssa followed up with saying we should get a point for my blog, and Ms. Nakada agreed. 

Awwwwh, guys. I'm flattered. So I'll try not to have too many mistakes. But I type fast and fear there might be a few😿. (I love cat emojis.) 

After a minute the class begins G-Q-Q-L, following Ms. Nakada's lead. 

Grammer

Genre - 

Science fiction, romance, comedy, action, horror, thriller, history, fantasy, [Non-fiction]: biography, memoir, poetry, and drama. 

 
Solomon, Nason, and maybe Ezra start saying something about genres, Steam, and categories. I have no clue what they're yapping about like guys be quiet for five seconds. Especially YOU Nason. Literally, bro, like last week on Thursday I kept track of how many boys spoke and how many girls spoke and you know who gave the boys ~TEN MARKS? YOU NASON, AND SOLOMON. No hate though ❤. Miri, you also talked a lot. Smh. (Still love you.)

Quote

"Solidarity is what we want. We do not want to find fault with each other, but to solidify our forces." -Mother Jones.

Ms. Nakada mentions something about calling Nuala 'Mother Jones' because she's Irish. Nuala, my Irish queen, I love you. Mwah! 😽

We talk some more about the quote and Ms. Nakada says something along the lines of instead of thinking of the school as 6th, 7th, and 8th graders, we think of ourselves just as one conjoined school. I would say I agree, and that's a good idea but SOME SIXTH GRADE BOYS KEEP STEPPING ON ME WHEN I'M JUST SITTING DOWN SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW IF I WANT TO BE CONJOINED WITH THEM. 

Sorry. 

Ms. Nakada tells us to go to page 5 of our english note books, it's the reading chart. I decide I don't feel like doing that right now and resume typing the blog. My bad Ms. Nakada. It's really quiet right now by the way. I kinda forgot what happened... *looks left* *looks right*. Okay well then story time!

Story time for my gang

Earlier Ms. Nakada mentioned lucid dreams and how scary they were. I AGREE. I AGREE SO MUCH OH MY LORD. Ryan said he wanted one, no you don't. No. You. Don't. 

When I had a lucid dream, it was pretty nice at first actually. It started out how any regular dream would. Until a cat scratched my hand, and I tried to use my other hand to rub the scratch but it just passed through. That's when I began to realize I was dreaming. I did some stuff, experimented, until in the corner of my view I saw a figure.

This figure was about my height, it looked like the shadow of a Russian nesting doll. It's face was paper white, with tiny black circles and a shadow over what I suppose was it's face. No mouth. No nose. Just dots. It started at me, I felt unsafe. 

It was watching me. For how long? 

Well, I was like, this is my dream. Get OUT!!!! So I tried to make it just vanish, leave me alone. I tried to pull it away from me, it was like a leech clinging to my rotten skin. Sometimes I feel like a leech to my friends, always craving their attention and love. The supposed Russian nesting doll wouldn't leave. I kept trying to get rid of it, any way that I can. Then, I tried to ignore it. I sat down on the floor, and began to draw. It came closer, It stood beside me, staring down at me. I felt a sense of dread and fear fall over me like a brooding cloud. I woke up. 

I shot straight up and looked to the closet first. It was daytime, the room was lit. But the closet was still dark. I curled myself into a ball and wrapped the blanket around myself, my heart thumping like drums. 

I got my phone out and told one of my friends. 

I haven't seen that figure since. 

I got really caught up in my writing, so much so that the bell went off 😭. So I'm currently editing this today, the 18th. 

So hey, Ms. Nakada... can I perhaps write a song for my book project... I can play guitar and sing. PRETTY PLEASE!!!! 

Alright alright. I love my pooks, hope you all have a wonderful day. Byeeee! 🎀 (Miss you my sickly Victorian child.)