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CTY

Just like any other summer camp, CTY has its own traditions...not just nerdiness. And by the way, this year wasn't all that nerdy. The majority of what we learned was all covered in 7th grade science, which I find very sad. The only things we did actually LEARN were about cancer, the lymphatic system, and the ear. The lectures were immensely boring (most of them) and I found myself struggling to stay awake during many of them, which included literally holding my eyes open.

One of the major traditions of CTY is Blammo. Blammo is a game where each person is assigned another person to stalk (as in the word "stalker"). Everyone gets a spoon, and you have to always be holding on to that spoon with a conscious muscle: either holding it in your mouth, elbow, hand, armpit, knee, toe, or other conscious muscle. The goal of the game is to go up to the person you are stalking and tap them with your spoon. So, if I were stalking Jill, then my goal would to find her without her spoon in one of the conscious muscles and tap her with my own spoon. When I do so, I must yell Blammo!, at which time she loses the game and must tell me who she is stalking, and I am now stalking them.

Whoops! I lost the game. The game is another tradition. If you think about the game, you loose and must shout "I lost the game!". Since I mentioned it in the above paragraph (I bolded it), I thought about it, so I lost the game. Since I shouted it, everyone around me will hear it and start thinking about it, so now they have to shout that. It was funny in CTY because people would say "I lost the game" in the middle of class.

Just dance, gonna be okay! Ever heard that song? This isn't a tradition, but something that happened during one of the many dissections we did in my class (this one was a dissection of a chicken leg). I had a piece of the leg on the end of my tweezers, and my partner for that particular dissection starts singing "Just eat it, gonna be okay"! I was ready to gag him and fall off my chair laughing at the same time.

Some other dissections we did were: Cow's eye (AGAIN!!!!!!!!:X), sheep heart, sheep brain, and the fetal pig (dun dun dun...)
The fetal pig was disgusting because it was so adorable. It looked like it was sleeping, and next thing you know, we were cutting it open and looking at its intestines. How inhumane. Not to mention its nose was bleeding...
But at least our pig wasn't in the middle of excreting its metabolic waste (that means exactly what you think it means). The group next to ours could push certain places on their pig and certain green, gooey liquids would come out. It was...gross.

Boom-boom-pow was one of the most popular songs at CTY. I need to finish my Honors Biology randomness so g2g.

100 Degrees: An environmentalist story Continued

I was in a daze for that whole school day, reading passages in English, and getting to the middle of a paragraph, realizing that I hadn't understood a single sentence I had read. Doing half of my Math problems wrong, and not sparing a thought to what I did in Science because I knew that everything we did while not caring about the world was wrong. Eating one bite of food without realizing that you may be living off of tropical fruits in just a few years was terrible. It was edging towards impossible to live through the school day knowing that only palm trees could grow in people's yards just because we didn't care. I went through the school day, my ears turning each lecture into a slurred monotone, thinking about what I could do about the world.
I didn't say one word on the bus. I couldn't think about anything besides how unfair it was that a few important people's non-caring lives could make the world be like this...60 degrees for the coolest winter in the United States. That always seemed like it was normal; how it should be. But, as I had learned in school which, at the time, had seemed to be useless information, it had to be 32 degrees or cooler to snow. That was the freezing point of water. The coldest winter temperature would have to half in order for it to ever snow again. I was eager to see snow – more than eager – but wouldn't it be a bit...frightening for it to suddenly be 32 degrees for an entire season, an entire three months? It would be like living in a freezer for a quarter of a year. Was that what it was like in the winters when it did snow? How long ago was that? I had so many questions about snow on my mind, but I had one burning question that made me freeze when I even asked it to myself: Would it ever snow again?

My Piece

This is a peice I wrote yesterday. I know it's probably not so good, but can you please read it?

Good thing, too. If she hadn't’t put the Herbs on, oh, what could have happened! Her arm would probably be so painful…
To be precise, *some name* would have wailed in pain, and said “Oh, please, now can I have some?” And she would have sat down, kneeling, pleading, with her hands exactly two feet above the floor. She would beg them for exactly thirty-eight seconds before her parents gave in, and took two minutes sharp to bring up the little pinprick of a jar to her. And yes, until they gave in, her arm was so painful. But only six and three quarters times as painful.
Yes. *some name* confirmed, it would be much worse, much worse in that other world. Where was it, anyway? Where was that place, where she would not take the Herbs, where her father did not accept the job offer, where she even cheated on a test? She knew it couldn't’t be near, though. Probably in a whole different universe.
But now, in this world, not in another universe, not in another galaxy, not even in another town, *some name* was about to go to sleep, here on Earth.
Suddenly, she woke up. Or was it she who woke? Somebody woke, somebody who did not deserve to have the power even to wake. Somebody in another universe, in another galaxy, in another town.

If it's not to much trouble, could you leave a comment about my peice where it says Comments at the bottom of the entry? Especially what I should name my character. Thanks so much.
~ Anna

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Soaking Wet

It started out as a cold morning
Then a warm day
I felt the sun was listening to my way
But the sun went by
The sky went damp,
Then,
Drop Drop, Drop
Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter
Rain falls my way
Kids come in the bus wet
SOAKING WET!
7th and 8th graders were
coughing choking, spitting rainy water!
They came in wet
SOAKING WET!
As their hair dripped like after a shower!
5th graders stuck their heads out the window
They came in wet
SOAKING WET!
As they shook their hair around like dogs!
Now as you can see,
We were wet
SOAKING WET!
Everyone else got to experience the rainfall,
But us sixth graders
Didn't get wet at all!
~Priya

First Day of Sixth Grade

We walk through the green carpeted halls,
Then up to D4
My arms get goosebumps
As the thought of being in 6th grade
Runs through my mind
Girls who have friends in this class
Cling together like PB&J
Talking about their summer vacation
While I
Stand alone,
With no friend to talk to
Mr.Edenfeild opens the door
As I step into my brand new classroom
My arms get the chills,
While my 5th grade blood
Is still flowing through my veins
Ready to be new and improved,
Ready for a whole new year.
~Priya

Piano...

Did you ever think that piano would ever be useful? I know I never did. When you are very young and you start piano, you think it is just another activity, but when you get to 5th grade, it starts to get very annoying. For example, if you like doing any sport, or arts and crafts, or maybe even reading, it is wasted in the time you play piano, and everyone starts doing lots and lots of activities, so you never have time to do anything else. In 6th grade, sometimes you just want to say, "I can't take it anymore! I hate piano. It takes up so much time." Your parents always say that when you grow older, you can enjoy the art of piano. But if you look at it this way, piano won't get you much money when you grow up, and when you grow older, you usually listen to other songs, any songs but piano.
When you get older, and you have been playing piano for about 5 years, even though you hate it, you won't want to quit, even if it is a pain in the neck. You just keep on doing it, and for some reason, you just won't quit.

It isn't that the piano is a bad thing, it just doesn't give you anything.

Dawn's Ground Rules

In general, I am going to try to butt out of this blog. But I need to make sure we all understand and agree to some basic rules. I'll try to keep it simple.

First of all, I want you to always remember that the purpose of this blog is to give you really creative, smart, interesting ladies a place to talk with each other and learn from each other about things that are important or exciting for you. The following rules are meant to keep it that way, and they apply to both posts and comments.

1. No insults, name-calling, insinuations or hurtful statements. About any person. Including blog co-authors, friends, family, classmates, teachers, neighbors. Not even about (eewww) boys. Nobody.
1a. If you disagree with something, either take it up with the person who posted it, directly (i.e. not on the blog), or post a response that has the facts of why you disagree, not just your disagreement.
2. No posts about gossip or secrets. About anyone.
3. No personally identifying information -- no full names, ages, addresses, phone numbers, social security numbers, email addresses, etc. in posts. About anyone. Well...full names of public figures are ok, but you get the point.
4. No modifying someone else's posts, unless they give you permission.
5. Give credit where it is due. No plagiarism. And if you get an idea from somewhere or someone, please share the glory.
6. And last, but not least...I AM IN CHARGE! I WILL delete, as necessary. But only if the above rules are broken!

Please remember...blogs are open to a worldwide audience. I'm not saying you will definitely have a worldwide audience, but anyone in the world can hear your conversation. So please keep it civil, safe and interesting.

I think we must expect great things from you all.

EXTRA, EXTRA, read all about it!

I don't know what you think, but I think enough is enough. Homework is supposed to be benificial, at least thats what the teachers say. And to a certain point it is...the problem is, the amount of homework the teachers give us is many a time WAY beyond that point.

In a Time For Kids magazine we had to read in school, it even said that kids who do 60 minutes of homework per day get the same benifeits as those who do 90 minutes of homework a day. That's thirty minutes of spare time that you could use practicing an instrument, playing a sport, doing crafts, or many other extracurricular activities, or even just talking, or watching TV. Down the drain. Wasted. No, none of those can happen since a whole half an hour is wasted on unnecissary homework. Thirty minutes may not seem like a lot, but if you had thirty minutes every single day of every single week...well, it adds up. I'm not saying that homework is always bad, but too much of anything is bad.

The extra homework that they give us is not always hard, it's just unnessecary.For example in math, they'll give you a full page of two digit addition in FIFTH GRADE! This is not hard, but it is unneeded, unwanted, and uncalled for. (Well, you could think of it as hard, because it is awfully hard to stay focused on homework of this level of intriguingness.) If the newspaper EXTRA ever ran out of extras, they could just ask some school teachers for some everyday homework.

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