Krissssy B’s blog <3

       There are a lot of things to say about this year. So many memories I can’t even count. Eighth grade was such a different experience and 6^th and 7^th. I liked it a lot better. My teachers, they were great too. I loved Mr. Nagel’s sarcasm, and Mr. Scursso wasn’t really that mean like everyone exaggerated (at least he wasn’t to me). Ms. D’s class was fun too. Standing out the most to me was Social Studies this year. So different than any other class I have been in. I learned a lot. Not just in school smarts, but morally. Mr.Bogush was definitely one of my favorite teachers. That’s probably because he impacted me as a person. He made me realize it was a good thing to be individual, and step “outside of the box” as he would say. I feel like a different person leaving Moran. I’m not just bringing useless math skills, or linking verbs, chemistry. I am bringing a whole different view on life with me. A view that tells me writing is about being inspiring. And I know this because Mr. Bogush inspired me. Mr.Bogush, thank you for making me realize these things. Thank you to all my other teachers too.

                                                                             -Kristina

My body grows colder and colder by the second. There is bitter, soft snow beneath my feet. I can feel my baby’s frigid hand grasping my finger tight. The tension she had, showed me she was fearful. Me and my baby girl walk, and walk, as we are kicked out of our own land. I am pretty scared. All I hear over and over running through my mind is “what is next” and “what Is going to happen to me and my baby” More so is my biggest fear, “My baby, will we be separated, if I get sick, who will care for her?” We keep walking, many people of our kind follow ahead or behind. I was in the stockade for such a long time, and now I am being forced west. I feel cramps in my stomach, showing my hunger. I keep walking and soon enough my baby starts to cry. I instantly panic, noticing her face go pale. I think to myself, “no, not this one, not my baby, I have seen so many deaths along the way but not my baby.” She gets whiter by the second, and I start to get afraid. She is only a young one. I lost too many people close to me, and I will be alone with out my baby. I hold her tight and wrap her snug in her blanket. Then I put her under mine to keep her warm. She started to feel weak, and she looked fatigued. We hadn’t been able to get food for about 2 or 3 days. I thought of how hungry she must be, and I would have done anything at that second to feed her something, but there was nothing. I found bits of bread dropped, and fed them to her, for she needed it more than me. I gave myself one or two bites though. My baby got less and less fatigue and I became thankful. Soon enough there was more food found and we ate it together. I was sure she had gotten over her sickness, but this didn’t make anything better. We were still suffering because of the whites. I pictured them using my pots, and pans, and I was filled with disgust. Sometimes I just wish I could force them out of their land, and take it all, all of their belongings and make them suffer, but hopes and dreams don’t always come true. So I decided to persevere and face what was in front of me, and me and my baby, we walk this trail of tears…

I would personally define someone by their intentions. Intentions, because, when someone does an “action” you may or may not know why they did it. When you find out why someone did what they did then it probably changes your point of view. They could have the best reason for doing it and you wouldnt even know. When someone regrets something they did, then maybe you can realize what they intended to do, and this can change the way they appear to you.  

1.) Go to college and graduate.

2.) Have a serious relationship.

3.) get kissed in the rain.

4.) Get a nice condo with taylor while in college. and own our puppies

5.) Own and Infiniti G37 or bmw, or mercedes. any nice nice car.

6.) Get a great paying, successful career out of college

7.) Marry a great guy.

8.) Have twins of my own. or two children

9.) Go to italy, paris, and london at least once each

10.) Be stable my whole life, able to support children and have nessecities

This is by far one of the cutest dogs ive seen=) so adorable i want him!

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!adorable!

REST IN PEACE WILLIAM<3 billy goat<3

This week in social studies i worked on an electricty project i am doing with my class and another class. Our whole class has been working on it on the laptops we get to use. Everyone is doing a pretty good job.

A wonderful place for me would be the beach. Not a crowded one just me and my friends on the beach. This would be a wonderful place because it would be so peaceful and calm. Quiet too, listening to the waves. I would enjoy it because it would be so nice to relax quietly and peacefully. I would lie down in the sand and walk along the shore. I would like to enjoy it with my older sisters and friends.

My favorite snack its goldfish. Goldfish taste good and you can rbing them in a bag anywhere really. I sometimes bring them to school along with chips, like doritos and lays. I love goldfish!

My friends they help me out with everything. My best friend is taylor. We have been bestfriends for a really long time. We always hang out with eachother and we like having fun. I love to just hang out with my other friends for fun. With out my friends i think that i would be lost. I bet a lot of people would be lost without thier friends too.

I would change the way i kind of procrastinate things. I say i am going to do something but then i forget and i never end up doing it.  I am going to try and get the impotant things done then the fun things.