i have no idea wut to write about anymore.......this one is a long one...sorry
robotics - too personal, tho i can say that our robot hasnt blown up yet (it hasnt even touched water tho...so i guess it doesnt count)...my team is dead last tho according to teammates... ...anna, i dislike u in this particular way..always getting the hard workers-ish stare stare but i like my team...it has marisa and ember in it biggrin
skool - BORING...need i even say?
DECA - MENEMART!!! ATTENTION ALL MENES!!
FOR THOSE OF YOU PEOPLE WHO DISLIKE SCHOOL LUNCH, COME OVER TO G301/G302 AND GET A SNACK. WE SELL KIM-CHI BOWLS, HOTPOCKETS, BURRITOS, ICE CREAM, AND DRINKS, ALL AT A REASONABLE PRICE.
PS. PLS BUY, TELL FRIENDS OF FRIENDS TO COME TO MENEMART, BECUZ U PEOPLE HELP PAY FOR MY COMPETITION...PLS AND THANKS
life - waaaaaaayyyyyyyyy to personal..i mean i just realized that people read this...according to brynne
gaia - I WANT THE GRUNNY AND THE GOTH VEIL!!! there was one more thing i was....AHHHH!!! THEY TOOK OFF MY DREAM AVI PICTURE OFF OF PHOTOBUCKET...I HAVE THAT STUPID TOAD NOW... scream
wut else is there in my life to talk about...?
lets see...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I HAVE A TEST ON THURSDAY gonk ...I HAVE 3 TESTS ON THURSAY scream (japanese, health, and robotics)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! NOOOOOOOO!!!
I finished a lot of stuff for english...ill post my story...
even if u dont read it can u just like...read the beginning...cuz this one was kinda funny i guess...
comment if u must
Dishwashing and My Family - i got a pretty good grade on it tho it doesnt make sense
robotics - too personal, tho i can say that our robot hasnt blown up yet (it hasnt even touched water tho...so i guess it doesnt count)...my team is dead last tho according to teammates... ...anna, i dislike u in this particular way..always getting the hard workers-ish stare stare but i like my team...it has marisa and ember in it biggrin
skool - BORING...need i even say?
DECA - MENEMART!!! ATTENTION ALL MENES!!
FOR THOSE OF YOU PEOPLE WHO DISLIKE SCHOOL LUNCH, COME OVER TO G301/G302 AND GET A SNACK. WE SELL KIM-CHI BOWLS, HOTPOCKETS, BURRITOS, ICE CREAM, AND DRINKS, ALL AT A REASONABLE PRICE.
PS. PLS BUY, TELL FRIENDS OF FRIENDS TO COME TO MENEMART, BECUZ U PEOPLE HELP PAY FOR MY COMPETITION...PLS AND THANKS
life - waaaaaaayyyyyyyyy to personal..i mean i just realized that people read this...according to brynne
gaia - I WANT THE GRUNNY AND THE GOTH VEIL!!! there was one more thing i was....AHHHH!!! THEY TOOK OFF MY DREAM AVI PICTURE OFF OF PHOTOBUCKET...I HAVE THAT STUPID TOAD NOW... scream
wut else is there in my life to talk about...?
lets see...
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I HAVE A TEST ON THURSDAY gonk ...I HAVE 3 TESTS ON THURSAY scream (japanese, health, and robotics)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! NOOOOOOOO!!!
I finished a lot of stuff for english...ill post my story...
even if u dont read it can u just like...read the beginning...cuz this one was kinda funny i guess...
comment if u must
Dishwashing and My Family - i got a pretty good grade on it tho it doesnt make sense
Chores are one of the numerous things that support a nourishing family in a household. Everyone my age has been required to do chores, some starting as young as the age of six. This is the only reason my parents have kept me alive for so long. From my chore-doing experience, people do chores for two reasons. One, is to earn an allowance (which is usually not given to them) or two, to evade the “disciplinary techniques” that is usually transpires. Since I am of the second, I also realized that as you add on numbers to your age, the number of chores that you must accomplish increases, vigorously. From washing dishes, to mopping the floor, cleaning your room to cleaning the bathroom, the chores just don’t stop augmenting. I, however, have only been nagged to do one chore, and that is washing the dishes. This job is split between my two siblings and me, alternating days, though this alternating soon evolved into finger pointing, all of which were directed at me.
It would usually take place in the evening, about 8:00 at night. I would be lying on the sofa, reading my “book-of-the-week” and watching T.V., when I would hear it. The door creaked and that was the first sign, the one that told me that it was going to happen. Swiftly, I sat up, closed my book, and used the remote control to turn down the volume. Flip...flop...flip...flop, the sound of slippers clacking on the concrete floor of the place I called home; this was the second sign. The third sign came all too quickly. As I recognized the sound of the refrigerator open, light filling the kitchen, I stood up and fast-walked down the hall toward my room. Of course, I was too slow.
“Linda! Nina! Randy! Come over here!” my dad spoke loudly, replacing the silence with his deep, low voice.
All three of us scurry into the kitchen, all from different directions, looking up innocently at my father’s red eyes. Here we go again, I thought.
Grabbing a mug and turning on the faucet, he said, “I’m sure all of you see what’s inside the sink. Whose turn is it tonight?” I all but heard the growing disappointment in his voice, having to do this so many times.
Silence.
As always, my brother and sister would all claim to have been washing the dishes the night before, though this was never true. Then again, my dad believed them. Therefore, after my dad and siblings left, I would go to the sink to face the mountainous pile of utensils and dishware.
The dishes piled high is always a scare, never knowing when you take out a fork, if this mountain will crash upon you. I place all the dishware and utensils in their designated area and grab the sponge from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bowl that has been holding our sponges since the beginning of time. After squirting soap onto the sponge, I start wiping the soap-filled sponge onto the dishes. Fish, tomatoes, pork, or rice, anything you can think of, stuck on the dishware, all dried up. Sighing, I turn on the hot water to rinse down the food. After what seemed like hours of rinsing, wiping, and more rinsing, all the dishes were finally done.
Now, for the check. Sometimes this process takes five minutes. Other times, it takes half an hour. If you were not tired before, you would be exhausted after. Touching all the dishware and utensils I washed, I searched for oil stains that I constantly miss. Catching some with oil stains, I put them back into the sink for rewashing.
When finally, I finished washing the dishes, spick and span, I am fatigued. Though I am only in charge of one such chore in my household, I still feel that it is a lot to do, checking and rechecking and checking again. The most hated part of dishwashing though, is being looked at from my father the way he does. Nevertheless, I think in the end, I feel happy that you were able to be succeeding in doing something that truly made tired enough to sleep like a pig. Maybe chores really do give children disciplinary skills...were just too lazy even to try.
It would usually take place in the evening, about 8:00 at night. I would be lying on the sofa, reading my “book-of-the-week” and watching T.V., when I would hear it. The door creaked and that was the first sign, the one that told me that it was going to happen. Swiftly, I sat up, closed my book, and used the remote control to turn down the volume. Flip...flop...flip...flop, the sound of slippers clacking on the concrete floor of the place I called home; this was the second sign. The third sign came all too quickly. As I recognized the sound of the refrigerator open, light filling the kitchen, I stood up and fast-walked down the hall toward my room. Of course, I was too slow.
“Linda! Nina! Randy! Come over here!” my dad spoke loudly, replacing the silence with his deep, low voice.
All three of us scurry into the kitchen, all from different directions, looking up innocently at my father’s red eyes. Here we go again, I thought.
Grabbing a mug and turning on the faucet, he said, “I’m sure all of you see what’s inside the sink. Whose turn is it tonight?” I all but heard the growing disappointment in his voice, having to do this so many times.
Silence.
As always, my brother and sister would all claim to have been washing the dishes the night before, though this was never true. Then again, my dad believed them. Therefore, after my dad and siblings left, I would go to the sink to face the mountainous pile of utensils and dishware.
The dishes piled high is always a scare, never knowing when you take out a fork, if this mountain will crash upon you. I place all the dishware and utensils in their designated area and grab the sponge from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bowl that has been holding our sponges since the beginning of time. After squirting soap onto the sponge, I start wiping the soap-filled sponge onto the dishes. Fish, tomatoes, pork, or rice, anything you can think of, stuck on the dishware, all dried up. Sighing, I turn on the hot water to rinse down the food. After what seemed like hours of rinsing, wiping, and more rinsing, all the dishes were finally done.
Now, for the check. Sometimes this process takes five minutes. Other times, it takes half an hour. If you were not tired before, you would be exhausted after. Touching all the dishware and utensils I washed, I searched for oil stains that I constantly miss. Catching some with oil stains, I put them back into the sink for rewashing.
When finally, I finished washing the dishes, spick and span, I am fatigued. Though I am only in charge of one such chore in my household, I still feel that it is a lot to do, checking and rechecking and checking again. The most hated part of dishwashing though, is being looked at from my father the way he does. Nevertheless, I think in the end, I feel happy that you were able to be succeeding in doing something that truly made tired enough to sleep like a pig. Maybe chores really do give children disciplinary skills...were just too lazy even to try.
arigatoo gozaimashita!
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