B is for Babbling and Books

By Aziza

"This needs to stop!" my mom yells at me. I shrug and say I can't help it. It's a huge problem and all, but it's not like I can do anything, it's just my nature. 'What?' you say? Talking. I've got a serious problem with it. That, and zoning out. I just can't do anything about it, it just happens. My teachers are always telling me to shut up (maybe not like that) my sister is always doing it, and sometimes I even want myself to shut off my train of thought to get a little peace. How did I stop this? Well, easy. I occupied myself. Whenever I have a little time to myself, I read. Even when teachers stop for a second, I pull out a book and read. It's the only way I can keep myself from turning around and starting to talk to someone. If I'm reading, I'm captured in my own box of solitude, and I'm so occupied with my book I don't have the temptation to start talking. It might seem nerdy, but it works for me. Than, after I started using that strategy, I started noticing that I read so much I really didn't feel like actually talking to people, and that I only wanted to read, and became a lot less social. Even when I didn't have a book, I still wanted to stay in my bubble. So, either way, a problem arose. But I figured out a way to put a balance between when I wanted to talk to people and when I wanted to be solitary.

Life Lesson: A solution to one problem might be a gateway straight into another one.

F is for Feeling Really Stupid!!!!

By Gabby

Track. I wanted to do a sport, but I knew I wasn't good at anything. I tried out for basketball, didn't make it. I tried soccer, too lazy to go to try outs. I even tried out for an Arlington Lacrosse team and didn't make it. So finally track season started. I knew I wouldn't have to try out but I easily knew I was the slowest runner. So I decided to go easy and try long jumping. It turned out I was really good at it. I went to every practice and started getting really serious about the sport.

Then one very sunny Thursday there was practice. " Why aren't you wearing your gym uniform?" a girl on my track team asked me.

Well, I had totally forgotten there was practice again and I had already changed into my regular clothes. Dang! Now I would have to get back into my sweaty gym clothes! "Um.... I'm not going to practice today" I answered.

"You know if you have one unexcused missed practice, you can't compete in the next meet." Emory said. Ugh, I was really tired, and I just wanted to get home!

"I know.... I'm quitting track. Tell that to the coach" I said. There. I wouldn't have to go to track now.

The next day Emory came up to me. "Hey! You know you got picked to run in the track meet in the girls 11-12 long jump division!"

 

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! 

 

I had missed that track meet for nothing! I could have competed! I was so stupid. I didn't want to go to the coach and explain about how I wasn't really quitting. Now I have made a promise to myself to stay on track or whatever sport I choose.  

 

 Life Lesson: Never give up or there will be consequences!!!

S is for Sharing

By Alexis

  "Why do I have to share a room?"
   "Because there are 6 years between your sisters, and only 2 between you and Logan." (Logan is my younger sister)
   For my entire life (from what I remember) I've had to share a room with either my older or younger sister. I hate it. It's like adding a piece of burnt charcoal to your s'mores, instead of a golden- brown, fluffy marshmallow. On weekends, I never get to sleep in until about 9:00 AM when I would like to. Instead, I have to wake up at about 6:30 or 7:00 AM with my little sister. The reason is that she insists on making her bed before she leaves our bedroom, and she is as loud as can be when it comes to making beds. Another thing that she does to take away my sleeping time is when I go to bed early, just about every time, when she walks into our bedroom, she turns on the light. I think you know what happens next.
   Also don't you hate it when you get in trouble, and you didn't even do anything? Well, when our cleaning lady comes, if there is anything that is in her way (a.k.a out of it's place in her mind), then she will stuff it into my walk- in closet. Then, when my parents get home and go into my room, and look into my closet and see a mess (which is mainly my sisters stuff) I always get in trouble. Boy do I get mad then.
   Life Lesson: Sharing is hard, especially with family members (ones you share a room with mainly)