Lexi B's blog #2

We're in the last full week of school, my dudes. Although it has been what feels like the shortest school year of my life, this week has taken so long and it's only Tuesday. It seems like even the teachers are finished with pretending to like school, so they just give us easy work or even no work at all. Even Mr. Conner has been giving us easy work! Don't get me wrong, I am not a lover of doing super hard work, but I definitely hate just sitting there wasting time. Here I am complaining about having no work, but once Thursday comes and brings our AP World History Exam, I will without a doubt complain about that as well. This makes me a hypocrite and I'm too tired to care. I just hope that the AP exam isn't as bad as everyone makes it out to be, and I avoid a mental breakdown over it. On a more positive note, Friday is my last day. I lucked out and have no semester tests next week. I only have one semester test and it is this week. I have to take my online Health test. I take it tomorrow, and I am not at all worried. I am totally going to wing it (just like every single other test in that class). I mean, it's health. I know that washing your hands is good and eating junk food is bad. Why do I have to take this class? The teacher was literally a pain in the butt! I'm just glad that after tomorrow that awful class is over. I hope everyone's week goes smoothly. I know that this isn't realistic considering our MSA is due tomorrow, and some people (Kaitlyn) have barely started on their paper. You can't really help her though. So, here’s to the last week of stress for a long time and it almost being summertime! After this week, we only have two more years of MSAs. Yay to summer and growing up!

p.s. - I love you Kaitlyn.

Most Important Day By Hailey Carr

The most important day in my life was the day that my uncle adopted a child. It was February 7th of 2015. It started out as a normal day for me. I was at the most hated place in the world, school, and I stayed till four, because of basketball practice. My mom came and picked me up and we went home. I took a shower and got ready to go to town. We went to Dillard's and bought all kinds of newborn clothes. They were the most precious clothes that I had ever seen. The clothes were tiny and beautiful, some had flowers and some had polka-dots. At this point, I thought that we were buying the clothes for my mother's pregnant friend, but later I would find out we were buying them for my uncle's child. After we bought the clothes, we went and ate. Then we went home and I was super confused as to why my whole entire family was at my uncle's house. We took the clothes down there and when I walked in, the truth had finally come to me. My uncle and his wife finally got pregnant, after trying for over 10 years. However, then my uncle came out of his bedroom with the most precious  baby girl that you could ever see. She had beautiful chocolate eyes that could melt anyone's heart. It melted mine and I loved her as soon as I seen her. We stared at each other for what seemed like for ever. She would just look at me and start to smile. I knew that we were going to be those cousins that everyone wanted to be. Sometimes, I think about what my life would be without god blessing my family with her. I wonder if it would be dreadful or just as fun, but then I remember how much this has changed me. I thank god every day for blessing my family with this amazing miracle. I am forever thankful for that day and for god for choosing my uncle to be Ava's father. Without Ava, I wouldn't have an important day in my life.

Blog #2- Having a Twin By Brittany Fulcher

Growing up I never had to worry about playing alone or having no one to talk too. My twin Tiffany and I did almost everything together. We played, we laughed, we got in trouble, and sometimes we would even be forced into taking baths together. I never had a dull moment. We tricked people into thinking we were each other. Somedays we would even dress completely the same to throw people off. Now we do not look the same that much, well to me anyway, those tricks do not normally work. It is kind of sad. 

As we got older, I wanted to do things on my own more without her tagging along. Of course, that got me in trouble or on her bad side several times. I never disliked spending time with my sister, but sometimes I prefered doing things on my own. We had some different friends, and she would get offended if I was invited and not her. Of course, this probably went both ways. 

Having a twin has its perks. Even being only thirty seconds older,  I pull the I'm the older one and get my way on a few things. I always have someone to rant too. Or trash talk other people, including our parents. Tiffany is a blessing to have, but sometimes I wish we were not the same age or so much alike. It takes the element of space and differences. 

I do not understand why so many people think having a twin would be cool. I mean yeah, you have someone the exact same age as you and you sometimes look alike. Do not get me wrong, I enjoy it, but sometimes it gets old. Tiffany do not harm me in any way for this. I do not dislike you at all. :)

I'm honestly just trying to get another blog in, so  I gave some details on being a twin. 

-Brittany Fulcher, a.k.a the older twin.

Blog #1 - The Most Important Day By Brittany Fulcher

The most important day of my life is the day I quit basketball. It was such a relief off of my shoulders. I did not have to worry about someone breathing down my neck daily about every one of my actions. Being on the team was a huge stress for me. It was not that I did not want to put the effort into being a part of the team and doing my part, it was that I had no time in my life for what I want to do. Quitting benefited me in several ways. I was able to focus more on my education. While on the team, I never made time for my school work. Homework was always something  I did during the morning. Projects were always a last minute thing. It seemed like my time was always consumed with games or play days. I am a person who loves to have time and sit down to read a book. Being on the team meant days of my week were dedicated to a ball game. Some weekends were for play days, when I wanted to be out and doing my own things with friends. Another thing is academics. I have already talked about them, but another reason it was a joy to not be on the team was my grades. My grades were never low or anything I had to worry about, but if I'm failing a class, I want it to be on my terms without punishment. I do not want to run for having a low grade when I can probably cram a few things in and bring it up. If I am failing, I should be able to do so without the worry of a coach on my back. Once again, I never had to worry about that, but it is a good thing about not being on the team.
Before I get any hate for this blog, it's just my opinion on things. I am not trying to offend anyone. The time consumed with basketball was not for me. That's all I am trying to say. If all of the time is for you, by all means, keep going.  I'm gonna stop now since I am probably repeating myself.

This isn't the best, but yeah. - Brittany Fulcher

Lexi B's blog #1

Wow, guys. We are almost juniors. Isn't that insane? It seems like just yesterday we were in Ms. Payne's math class, and now we're in Conner's. Sometime within the next two weeks, we are gonna have to make schedules for next year. As scary as it sounds, I'm gonna sign up for College Algebra. I've only heard of seniors taking this horrifying math class, but according to the R.E.A.D. degree plan, college algebra should be taken our junior year. One of the smartest girls I knew took this class, and it was not at all a cake walk for her. I hope one of you guys decide to take it with me, so that way I am not the only one having a mental breakdown every single day. Until my first mental breakdown of junior year, which will more than likely be the first day, I don't have a lot of plans. My summer is going to consist of laying in bed until noon, swimming, riding around, and hanging with Kaitlyn. My summer might sound boring, but it is a real step up from last year. For most of June and July, I taught swim lessons to 7 children aged 3 to 10. I can literally count on one hand the amount of times I had an enjoyable lesson. Most of the times, I got kicked in the face or got my hair pulled. It really wasn't fun, so when swim lessons got brought up for this summer as well, I had almost a traumatic reaction. I am looking forward to being able to spend my days as lazy as I want and not worrying about getting a black eye. My summer might sound like it’s going to be boring, but I really don’t care. Boring is okay with me. I also look forward to junior year and getting to create many more memories with my classmates. It's been a great 4 years with you guys, and I look forward to another 2 memory filled, fantastic years of high school.

Blog #1 - Bri Timms (short story)

One summer day, my buddies and I headed up to the lake. We spent most of our time at the lake. It was sort of our safe haven. Ma always brought snacks for us to munch on afterwards. This particular day was the day that I met Anne Marino. Anne wasn't like other girls her age. She was... I don't know... special somehow. Anne wasn't shy at all, in fact, she was the exact opposite of me. She was shorter than me, but all the mightier. Anne wasn't particularly popular, but she was so beautiful. Her long golden-brown hair rested below her shoulder blades. She was fair skinned with an amazing smile that could make you weak in the knees. Her southern draw could soothe you on the worst days. Her eyes were a deep green with what looks to have been twinkles. Her personality was playful and vibrant. She'd give a homeless person the shoes off her feet. Anne was always upbeat. She never cared if anyone was disapproving of her good spirits.

That summer at the lake cabin was the best summer of my life. Anne was the one to talk to me first, because all I could do was stare boyishly, smiling at her marvelous presence. I remember I was sitting on the picnic bench just after swimming with Carter and Caleb. Caleb and Carter are my best friends, we've been through a lot together. Just the three of us. We are about fifteen at this time.

Carter is sitting beside me; he says to me, "WHOA, bro!" He exclaimed in Anne's direction. Anne glances over, eyes rolling, then focuses back on applying her sunscreen lotion SPF 75.

"You're so childish man," Caleb says loud enough for Anne to hear.

"Yeah, but you love me though!"

"Jesus, Carter can you not!?" My sister, (Who has a crush on Carter,) Melanie gripes.

"What Mel? Can't a guy just be himself without being criticized?" Carter pouts, frustrated.

"Not when you are a Perv!" Melanie shouts. I chuckle a little at her retort.

"Something funny Manny!?" She hisses, glaring in my direction.

After regaining myself I tell her, "You two fight like an old married couple."

"Yeah they do!" Caleb adds, laughing. Melanie, at this time, is so red in the face. Carter coughs awkwardly.

Anne butts in, "Ahem, Excuse me..." We all turn towards the voice to find a girl with her hands on her hips waiting impatiently. I look at her in shock, I did not expect her to actually speak in my general vicinity. I clear my throat and extend my hand to the girl.

"Hi, I am Emmanuel García," My voice is shaky as she takes my hand softly, "Y..you can c..call me Manny."

"Hi Manny, I'm Anne Marino" Anne let go of my hand. "So, you guys just want to look at the water, or actually get in..?"

Wow she cut straight to the chase... talk about feisty.

"S..Sure eh, C'mon guys let's go." I gesture to the boys to follow me.

Blog 1! -- Teressa Boatman

The Most important day of my life was the day I gave my life to Christ. It has been a challenging road, and I know that i’ll serve God for the rest of my days. A day of importance doesn’t originate from just one person, yet, we all have different opinions upon it.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Two years ago at youth camp I fully committed my life to Christ. I was truly overwhelmed by all of my sins I practically fell to my knees in the anger I had for myself in committing them. At camp, we were all worshipping in song when the particular song came on called, “O Come to the Altar.” I heard the first few verses, I felt God tug upon my chest telling me it was my time!

I went to the altar, had a good talk with God, asking for forgiveness, relinquishing my life into his hands. My sister, Tevin grabbed me, and I was crying, I remember saying that simple phrase, “I know where I’m going.” It was very emotional, but it changed my life for the better. I’ve never been so happy as to how that moment made me feel right then. I learned later, though, it’s not easy being a Christian, especially when you stub your toe. I’ve face many trials, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I am thankful for that night and the answers God gave me that night, this was truly the most important day of my life.

Although, I struggled, I overcame them with experiences with God. He has helped me through everything. Keep going, and never forget your most important day!