Ms. Hill's 7/8 Period

Easily deciding who talks first in a group of two or more people You’ve been there. I’ve been there. We’ve all (mostly) been there before. Yes, that feeling where you feel like you’re life just flashed before your eyes, yet you survived the incident, the feeling of awkward silence. If you’re like me, and you are a complete expert on not using language normally and casually often, then I’m sorry for your loss. On the other hand, if you’re not like me and more like the average person, you are a normal speaker, congratulations. Now, there are normally three common forms that this monster takes as it strikes, from one shy person to the next flustered guy finding out about puberty for the first time. 1.This is the easiest one to handle. You walk up to your friend and just kinda talk about whatever(drama, homework, video games, medieval weaponry), you know, the usual, not much awkwardness to be except the odd silence or offensive remark. It’s all fun and games at the first type. 2. This is a...

When you end your food on the perfect bite There are no words to describe how perfect this feeling is-except there is. So anyway, just having good food can be a rare occurrence sometimes. Yet here you are, today, at the dinner table, ready to eat whatever prison slop your mom made for you. So, you are eyeing your plate, seeing where to start and the totally perfectly delectable food looks at you, with teary eyes, silently begging not to be eaten. Then, there is just that tomato on your plate that looks like a scientist after a failed chemistry experiment who just lost his head. Well, you can’t just leave the tomato and not eat it. You HAVE to eat it, or the food gods will be mad. Right? Despite this “issue”, you start eating the assortment of veggies and what have you on the plate, ignoring the tomato until only 2 pieces of food are left. The horrid, vile tomato and the sacred white sliced chicken. If it were up to me, I would BURN IT; I mean, dispose of the tomato and n...

The history project is almost complete, just one sketch of Abraham Lincoln and it would all be over. You pick the obvious choice of drawing a stick figure, and you begin with the head. A squiggle here, a squiggle there, and done! He just needs a hat to complete the look. But wait! You suddenly realize that his head looks like a smashed watermelon. As a way of saying it plain, your brain creates a personage of Lincoln himself. His pencil arms push off the page and he looks at you with an incomplete set of eyes. “Fourscore and seven years ago, I was able to draw a perfect circle, and that is the truth!” he taunts. So, with a clean sheet of paper, you begin again. “No, no, no, no, no” he says as you continue making mistakes. By now your hand burns with exhaustion, and a sharp headache is setting in. You close your eyes, taking in the deepest breath you had taken in all day. With a final stroke, a final loop, the two points of where you started and ended intertwine. Yo...

Have you ever had this feeling where you know you can draw a perfect line in one try. Everybody has been in those situations. But whenever you try to draw a straight line, you will always fail because nobody is perfect in any way possible. I even tried to draw a perfect line. I mean it took me a million tries to draw a perfect line in one good try. But I cannot draw a perfect line! It is such a stressful situation for me and I do not enjoy it. I am a child that thinks that everything I do shall have a perfect outcome. But I am unable to draw a line that is perfect and straight. Since I believe everything should have a positive outcome, I think there needs to be a perfect, parallel, and professional line on my piece of paper. But I am unable to draw it and here’s why. The paper that I am trying to draw a straight line with is terrible. The paper has a nose with pimples all over it. I cannot make a straight line on this ugly piece of paper that I have. I have to be some sort o...

When you color inside the lines Do you know that feeling? Sweating nervously, your hands shaking, and you can´t color perfectly inside of the lines. That moment where you´re perfectly coloring within the draw-out. Suddenly, you feel a massive wave of joy running through your head. I mean, It is nearly impossible to color perfectly because people tend to quiver their hands like they are going through pneumonia. Along with that, It is scientifically proven that people are more successful when they live happier lives and coloring perfectly inside the lines is one of them. So if you are as insane as I am and the first t hing you do is scream for foolish things, then surely, you´ll love it when you color perfectly within the lines. It ain't easy, but when you can color perfectly, it can be the greatest moments of your life. You´ll be known as royalty for perfectly coloring inside the lines. Let's be honest, people. We sure do love making great pieces of art. And we ...

Getting a good grade on a project or piece of writing when you didn’t even try. AWESOME When the bell rings on the last day of school and its satisfying to know that it will be the last annoying bell you will EVER hear (Well not until next school year but I like to think of it that way). AWESOME When you get to unbox a new phone that you’ve been waiting 100 years for. Peeling the plastics off the new is is so satisfying. It also booting it up the first time. AWESOME When you are max level 45 and your friend is level 1 in a video game. AWESOME When you break the rules and not get caught. I am not saying that you should break the rules but once in a while when you do, not getting caught can be great. AWESOME

When Toilet Paper is facing the right way ………………………………………………………………………………………….. There are many unsaid rules in society about proper toilet paper etiquette. These are very easy rules to follow: 1. First of all, be sure that the toilet paper roll is present. 2. Don’t allow it to hang too close to the floor. Four squares dangling at most. 3.Finally the most important. Be sure that the toilet paper is faced in the correct direction. This means coming over the top of the roll, and not peeking out of from the back. These rules are are some of the first things you learn as a kid. Of course along with your ABC’s and 123’s, but those aren’t quite as relevant as proper toilet paper protocol. I mean let’s be honest people. Say you’re having a bad day and just want to take a simple bathroom break. You make your way there. You go inside. You go do your business. You look for the toilet paper rack. Then that’s when you see it! The toilet paper ever so gently placed over the top of the roll....

…………………………………………………………………………………………… We’ve all been there.               You’ve just finished writing a long essay or grading papers, and it’s time for a snack break. You set your trusty pencil down, but just as you’re about to leave, the pencil shifts .               Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you watch it roll faster and faster, building up enough speed to rival Sonic The Hedgehog . In a split second, the pencil meets The Edge . With a great swan dive, it flies off the table into the dark abyss we call the floor. But you aren’t going to let that happen. Although you know the chances of you catching the pencil is nearly impossible, you aren’t a poor Bronze Age peasant who picks up things from the floor.               With arm held high and hand open wide, the pencil miraculously falls into your closing fist, safe and sound once more. Congratulations, you’re a professiona...

The scorching sun is smoldering your skin. There’s sweat running down your face and every single spot outside feels like it’s a million degrees . Then you decide to go inside to cool off and right when you take that step inside, you feel the blast of cool air greeting you. To me, right when I open the door, it feels like I was struck in the face with a bucket of ice cold water. And of course, there’s the breath of relief that comes with it. The satisfying “ahhhh”. There are other ways to cool off like: Popsicle method- The icy treat is always comforting and nostalgic, but within seconds, that popsicle is reduced to a sticky liquid running through your hands. A dip in the pool- Taking a little dive is refreshing. The cold water that immediately hits your skin; however, we’re not going to always have our bathing suits on and there’s not always going to be a pool conveniently waiting for you . Retreating to the indoors- You head back inside, you hear ...

You just found the book you spent hours looking for at the bookstore. You examine it carefully. Then you spot it. The worst problem any human can have. The big red clearance sticker on the front of the book. There are three different scenarios that might happen trying to remove the sticker: Scenario 1: You might try scratching one edge, but it rips. You can feel the rough sticky edge. The sticker cries for help. Scenario 2: You try peeling off the edge all around the sticker. Sweat slides down you skin. You’re so close to removing the sticker, but it tears. Devastation. Scenario 3: You slowly take the edge of your fingernail and dig it underneath the sticker. You take a deep breath. Slowly lifting your finger, you peel the sticker off. It comes off perfectly, and it leaves no traces. AWESOME! AWESOME!

The devil under your bed ……………………………………………………………………………………………………… You know what I mean. Getting into bed all cozy after yawning all day. The magical place where you suddenly remember everything you were supposed to do. But there are some days which…. The temperature outside would be 85 degrees and you would be sleeping with heavy sheets thinking, tonight's the night I’ll get the best sleep. Yet at some point in time, you would wake up and you feel like you’re in The Sahara Desert. In addition to your madness, your fat cat decides to join the party and your leg starts dripping with sweat. Blanket On: Too Hot Blanket Off: Too cold You take off the sheets. Suddenly, you somehow get the feeling that there’s a demon under your bed. Well, you don’t want to risk your life getting butchered at 3AM so you contemplate on all safety procedures: Is my sister across the hall? Is my night lamp still on? Do I have a hammer on my side table? After e...

Right two, left thirty six, last one...thirty...thirty...dang it. Large amount of sweat drips down your face. You try to calm yourself then start again. You know the feeling. You’re getting out of class, rushing to your locker, putting in your combination, all to find that your locker won’t open. You have no clue what you did wrong. You don’t know what number you put in incorrectly. You can’t have anyone help you. So you try again. A loud voice shouts in your head. Turn to the right, hit two. Now turn left, hit 36. Then turn back to the right and hit the last number. 32. Like a cold winter day, your hand shakes. Then…*click* it’s open. But let me tell you something: You just wasted a whole minute trying to open a locker that should’ve opened the first time. But like a needle in a haystack, you can’t always get it on the first try. But every once in a while, you hit the jackpot and get it first try. AWESOME!

Ahh! You are painting and even though you are terrible at it, you are enjoying it a lot. Somehow each stroke filled with gallons of paint is oddly satisfying. I love that even though there are a million colour possibilities, like the mustard colour, the ketchup colour or even the soy sauce color(as you can already tell, I don’t do art ) a specific color appears on that brush and then the blank canvas. There are so many different types of brushes like the thick one, the thin one or even the super artistic one certainly not meant for me. Thanks crayola for making brushes that make me rethink my life choices. I dream of soft bristles that brush over canvases. I dream of making beautiful colours and creating them. I dream of being a brush. Just kidding… Brushes are so cool that they can even take a shower quicker than humans.(but guess who is bathing them?) Anyway, it is a silly little thing to find cool, but hey at least it is something.If you also enjoy this satisfactory feeling of brus...