Friendship from the start

 It was around the beginning of July, and Oscar's birthday party had come around. Each year we celebrate it at his house, and I find it funny that no matter what age he turns, a grand, colorful bouncy castle always seems to greet me as I turn the corner. He had a bright, white smile that spread ear to ear that I could see a mile away and a new height that is past my average 5'5. Oscar always seemed to find a way to get me to smile without words and understood me in a way no other friend could. his polite manners always outshone mine and I believe our common shyness is what allowed us to become such great friends and led us to the same, enjoyable routine we had. Oscar was about 125 pounds of soccer player that I had met four years ago. His short hair and shy smile always kept him under the radar of our opposing team before a game and kept them on their toes throughout it. I admired his way to slip and slide between players to score, but I knew all his tricks. He couldnt get past me, and I couldn't get past him. That's what made our equal friendship last and prosper.  

Review of : Another Soccer Weekend By Emily D. age: 14 Missouri

As I was reading my three mandatory narratives by other kids around the country, this one caught my attention for the reason it had the word "soccer" in it. I automatically thought that I would instantly connect with the author, Emily. But overall I was not so satisfied with her vocabulary and the lack of emotion, imagery, and details. As a reader I would have liked a lot more sensory details and thus that has become one of my top goals when writing my own narrative this week. In order for that to happen, I know I'm going to have to write about something more meaningful and personal. So i got my work cut out for me and have a bit better comprehension of what I need to do. But I would have to say good job Emily and thanks for the inspiration :)

Ich HeiBe Maya....

Today went by quite fast. Mostly all my classes went by easily and there was nothing too difficult that made me thing junior year would be too stressing for me. U.S. history was just review, the yells of Mr. Landgreen filled period 3, typing everybody's email and blog into a chart that would make life easier for Ms.Forbes in Period 5 was long but not back breaking, and AP Lit was just writing an essay about media and the ignorance it causes. But out of the 9 hour learning day, the most difficult part was German class after school. For some strange reason, the alphabet ,numbers, and pronunciation don't stick. It's as though I was only meant for English and all other foreign languages are just incorrect. Don't get me wrong, I love a challenge, but maybe I just need to look at this in a different stance...