On Sunday in church the speaker in our youth group was asking us to call out groups in our school. Middleschooler, and highschoolers. Brown haired and blonde haired. 11th grader 9th grader and 7th grader. But popular, nerds, jocks?
In a three student school it’s hard to be popular.
This kind of thing happens all the time. A couple of times I’ve even seen people use school examples in groups of ALL homeschoolers. It drives us crazy.
I usually understand the concepts, but from books. Which means often they are skewed, because most of the crazy things that happen in books don’t happen in real life. (As far as I know)
It drives me crazy when they do that. It kind of feels like they are treating the schooled kids better because they go to school.
Why can’t they use concepts that EVERYONE can relate to?
I know most of the people running things were not homeschooled, but surely they can come up with something better.
Like the ‘kid sitting alone at lunch’. I have heard that one more times than I care to count. What about ‘kid playing alone on the playground, swimming alone at the pool, swinging alone on the swings, sitting alone at church, (This one especially, because if it’s being taught at church everyone can relate to it) scootering alone in the neighborhood?
Or being left out at school. There are other things to be left out at.
There are so many homeschoolers now. We have lots in our community. I think it’s about time they stop leaving us out.
And P.S. Homeschoolers do have friends.
I haven’t done this before, at least not on a blog, but I love lists, so here goes.
I’m not going to bother to say much about February since I didn’t do this last month, but get straight to March.
Find a name for Skylar’s story
I’m writing a story about a girl named Skylar. I’m doing it journal style, but even so I want to come up with a name besides Skylar’s Journal.
Work on Skylar
This goes along with that last one. Work on the story and write more.
Finish Joy’s Journal
I’m working on a story on my other blog, and I’m writing the rest of the story before I post it. I’m not fully finished though, and I need to work on it. If only the person who I am asking questions about the topic I’m using would reply to her email.
Start a story called The Legend Of Quiet
Decide what to do for Dolltastically fun
Ever since I decided to stop supporting American Girl I’ve been on the fence about Dolltastically Fun. It takes longer to make posts now, and I’m not getting many up lately. I haven’t been enjoying it much. So I need to decide what to do.
Get at least 35 views on Creative Castle
I only got 35 views last year on Creative Castle, which isn’t very many, so I’m hoping to get at least 35 views this month.
Work on Dolltasticallyfun Pinterest
DolltasticallyFun has a Pinterest account, but I rarely use it. It was mostly because my computer wouldn’t let me use Pinterest, so I had to use it at the library, which closed for renovations. But now it works on my computer and the library is open.
Post at least five times on Creative Castle
I only posted a few times last month, so I want to do more this month.
Read 75 books
I read 52 last month, and 89 in January, so I hope I can do it.
Read the bible more
I read my bible quite a lot this month, but I haven’t been doing it a lot lately.
Work on the star quilt
I’m working on making a small quilt. I have all the pieces cut out, but I need to piece them together.
Get my room COMPLETELY CLEAN
No random stuff on the floor (Except for the furniture that was in the corner the squirrels invaded.) No random stuff everywhere.
There are some drawers I need to organize (Mostly the ones on the floor that have to be organized before they can go back in the dresser.)
Sew a nice spring skirt
I just got some new skirts, so maybe a shirt would be better, but I want to make a lace circle skirt.
Talk to Lauren
A friend I need to talk to.
Try not to drive people crazy
I ask too many questions.
Drive people crazy
Only when they drive me crazy.
I have bunches of pictures on my computer that I need to sort.
Same as pictures
Practice the violin outside of school
I practice my violin during school, but I want to get better at it, so more practice.
Play more with Pigs
I have two (Adorable) guinea pigs, but I don’t play with them a ton, so I should play with them more.
Put up something on Etsy
I actually have an Etsy shop, which I rarely keep up with, but I’d like to get something up there this month.
Picture a day
It’s only three days into the month, and already I have failed. However I want to keep trying on taking at least one picture each day.
I just recently got my hair cut, and I want to dye it purple. Hasn’t happened yet.
Obviously not all of this will happen, but I’ll let you know how it goes.
The idea from this post came when I was thinking what I was going to say in another post. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear a long list of excuses” But what if you do? (You probably don’t) So I decided to devote an entire post to a list of excuses. It’s something to post.
Long list of excuses
I’ve been sick.
I’ve been preparing for my homeschool science fair.
I’ve been too busy listening to Twenty One Pilots
I haven’t felt like posting
I haven’t had many good ideas
Mom keeps interrupting me
Squirrels ate a hole through my wall. (It’s actually true. I have squirrels in my wall, along with a nest.)
I’ve been busy cleaning my room so that we can fix the wall, and then paint it
I’m too busy coming up with a list of excuses to come up with something better
I’m organizing my ribbon
I’ve been reading a zillion books
I haven’t done much school lately and blogging is part of my school schedule
The spell checker on wordpress doesn’t seem to be working
I’m too busy complaining about the underwear outrage
I haven’t had motivation to do it
Picmonkey doesn’t seem to like loading
It’s been taking me longer than I have to put together a post
I want to make a good post, so I start something and never finish it
The library just reopened and I have been too busy walking to it
There you have it. A long list of excuses.
I’ve always loved when people comment on my blogs. But I haven’t thought much about commenting on other people’s blogs. Sometimes I would, but way more often than not I’d just think ‘nice post!’ and not do anything.
But then I posted a poll on my other blog asking for advice. One of the choices was other, and while most people just gave their opinion, one person said something really surprising.
That person said one of the other answers, but used the other to say something nice. Really nice. It was encouraging, and made me feel really good, though it was very simple.
I realized the power of saying something nice, even something simple.
And since then I’ve made an effort to say nice things, both on the internet, and in the real world.
I want to make people happy.
When I read a good post I’ll say so. I won’t just think ‘nice post!’, I’ll tell them how good it is.
When I scroll down to the bottom of the post even if wasn’t planning on commenting, if they have only a few comments I’ll usually comment.
With all the bad things in the world it’s nice to see something not cutting someone down, whether it be a company, a person, or an idea.
Seeing how much something nice can do has opened my eyes. So I encourage you to say something nice to someone else today, or comment something nice.
I love to take pictures. My camera comes with me anywhere that might be interesting. I love to look through my pictures, to go back to the past.
But you can’t take a picture of everything.
You can take a picture of someone climbing a tree, but you can’t capture that moment of accomplishment when you make it to the top.
You can take a picture of that girl sitting on a log sticking out above a creek, her legs crossed, her eyes staring off into the distance, but you can’t capture the feeling of sitting there thinking.
You can’t capture how exhausted you are after working on shoe boxes for eight hours
That proud feeling of surviving your audition
The wind in your face, blowing your hair
Your friend encouraging you to keep going
That much needed hug
How scared you were when there was someone else in that woods, not knowing who it was
Snowflakes falling on your face
Giggling with your best friend
Crying into your pillow late at night
When your foot misses the loop on the swing and goes all the way through, dragging your hair through the mud
That huge misunderstanding that happens when you try to tell someone something
When you survive something really hard
Doing your dance steps correctly for the first time
Cartwheels in the front yard
Wading through the creek, splashing around with joy
When you have been waiting for a book for forever, and when the library says that your book is at the library and you get there, and they lost it
When you found out that the library is closing for two months
How much you just want to go outside, and you can’t because you are sick
When you finish making yourself a dress
Being lost in the woods, hundreds of miles from home
When your friends abandon you
Hiding in the woods writing
Late night talks with cousins
How overjoyed you are when the first flowers of spring finally open
How happy you are to do something nice for someone else
You can take pictures, but you can’t capture everything.
I’m starting to wonder if what you can capture really matters at all.
2016 has been a very interesting year. Some parts were good, some parts were bad, some parts were AMAZING, and some parts were TERRIBLE. I learned a lot this year, and mostly, I survived. Here’s some of what happened this year:
Started Joy’s Journal on my other blog Dolltastically Fun. Got braces
Won 2nd place in a homeschool science fair.
I’m sure SOMETHING Happened in march. Nope. Got nothing
My drama group preformed Mary Poppins
Finished making 50 scarfs (With some help) for an organization my church supports.
Finished my 6th grade school year.
I turned 13.
Started school again and came home from a family vacation.
I went to the Fall Retreat at church camp. Started writing in my journal again. Went Trick or Treating with friends in my neighborhood.
Found myself sick for two weeks. UGH. Started posting on Creative Castle again
Went to the Operation Christmas Child Processing center with my Grandparents and Cousin. CHRISTMAS.
My year was quite interesting, but I can’t wait for 2017!
I survived Christmas!!! YAY!!!
I received a lot of gifts, all of which I am very thankful for. Here are a few of my favorites.
Disclaimer: I am not trying to brag in any way, I just thought you might like to read about some of the things I received.
Gel A Peel Set
My grandparents gave me a Gel A Peel set which is tubes of gel stuff that you squeeze out into designs. When the gel drys it is rubbery, perfect for bracelets and other stuff. I love this set! It comes with a lot of gel, and you can make other things than bracelets. Currently I am making doll shoes.
One of my friends gave me a pair of shoes that don’t fit her anymore. They are not new, but they fit, and I love them! They are pink glitter slip on shoes. I love glitter and I love pink, so I love these shoes!
My Grandma gave this to me. I love to bake, but I didn’t have a stand mixer, so this is going to be really helpful. It mixes my cake batter (Or cookie dough, or frosting, or anything besides cement) so much faster then my little hand crank egg beater did. I am so happy with this
What did you receive for Christmas? I’d love to know! Leave me a comment!
Every year I have so many plans for Christmas, which I never get done.
For example this year I wanted to do a gingerbread house, make presents for everyone, and survive. I am still working on the gingerbread house, I had to narrow down my list of gifts so I could make them all, and I still finished them just yesterday.
Survive. Hmm, I don’t know. When I was younger I would get so excited for Christmas, and have a huge letdown. I’ve learned to not get excited about Christmas. I don’t ask for very many presents, mainly I don’t have a lot I want that I can’t get with my own money, and partly to be surprised. I don’t really get into Christmas until a few days before.
But survive? Well I don’t actually hate Christmas, but it can be quite a nuisance. However, so far I have survived.
But I do know how to have fun with Christmas. Which I do.
One of my very favorite things is wishing people Merry Christmas. So…..
However you do it, have a good Christmas.
Now if you will excuse me, Christmas is tomorrow, and I want to finish my gingerbread house. And to finish something you have to start it….
Last week I went to the Operation Christmas Child proccesing center with my grandparents and my cousin. My grandparents have been five times, the first by themselves, the second with my oldest sister, the third with my second oldest sister. The fourth time I still wasn’t old enough, but the fifth time I was finally old enough so I got to go.
I can’t use pictures, though I took almost three hundred, but I am going to attempt to explain it.
The room where we work is much like a convention hall. It is as big as one, the floor is concrete, and well, I don’t know what the walls look like. Crates of boxes stacked against the wall concealed what the wall really looks like.
The front holds several orientation rooms. The rooms are curtained off with green cloth, and when you are there for the first time that year you go into one so they can explain the jobs and what Operation Christmas Child is.
There is a break room with rows and rows of picnic style tables to sit at when you take a break.
Then we have the actual working floor. Rows of tables line the floor, and in between the rows there are these roller things.
They are much like conveyor belts, but don’t use electricity. Rows and rows of metal circles on axles attached to a table thing. Huge crates would be pushed down it, and the circles would spin, pushing the box down, or making it ten times easier to drag something.
The actual tables are just tables. But a bunch of things make it different. There is a slit going down to a locked box for money, shelfs to hold boxes, baskets of filler and tape rollers.
After each box is lifted from a crate of boxes it goes through several people’s hands. First a pre inspector makes sure it is labled correctly and removes any money, dropping it through the money slot. Then an inspector will check the box for things like food, liquids and used items that can’t go. If there isn’t a lot of things in the box the inspector will fill it fuller with items from the baskets in the middle of the table. Then a taper will close the box and wind Samaritan’s Purse packing tape around it. Finally it will be placed in a crate with other boxes to go to the kids.
I was an inspector most of the time. It was really fun to see what was in the boxes, and I love trying to get everything in. Filling was also kind of fun.
But sometimes it was challenging. There were some boxes that you were just like ‘How did they get this stuff in?!!’
Sometimes the boxes from a packing party all had the same thing. Like thirty boxes with crackers! I hated taking those out. Or twenty boxes with the excact same things. You think an Olaf head is creepy till you have seen fifteen. Then it’s really creepy.
Sometimes there were boxes with things you had to take out. And sometimes you were just like ‘Why!?!’ like when a bottle of shampoo spilled out all over over the box. We had to send it to the box hospital. Twice! (They didn’t clean it up good enough the first time)
Now you probably want to know what the box hospital is. It’s where you send the boxes that are broken or messed up, and they replace the boxes or clean them up.
A lot of times you wouldn’t know whether to leave it in or not. Like with jump ropes filled with liquid, porcelain dolls or ball mazes without balls. I always asked someone if I wasn’t 100% sure.
And we found some pretty weird things in those boxes.
Cell phone charger
Seven toothbrushes but no toothpaste
Plastic spoon and easter egg maracas
But the weirdest box has milk and truffles. That’s all. Two things. Both food, and they both had to be taken out, leaving an empty box. The box didn’t get refilled, it wasn’t marked so it just got thrown away.
We worked for three days, each day being eight hours. We stood up the entire time, and by the end my legs were tierd. I was exhausted and after being so near people for eight hours when we got to the hotel we were staying at I hid in the closet. It was the darkest, quietest place. (And it was a nice closet.)
But it was a great experience. I am SO glad I got to go. It was a lot of fun, and I’m glad I got to help. I hope I can go again next year.
This year it seems like people are focusing more on what comes after Thanksgiving. Black Friday, plenty of sales, the Christmas season. On the TV at our grandparent’s house commercials advertise stores opening at five or six on Thanksgiving. At our grandparents house we make Christmas lists, and decided what we are doing for Christmas, make plans for Black Friday
Why can’t we just go back to when everyone gathered with family to have dinner and not worried about what they are going to buy, or getting the best deal. When stores weren’t open on Thanksgiving, and Black Friday sales didn’t start till Black Friday.
Why can’t we just celebrate what Thanksgiving is for? To be thankful.
In our society we tend to be greedy. But we also have a lot. There was a time when if you lived in a house with seven rooms you would be considered rich. Now a house that size is considered small. We have lots of stuff that we don’t even care about. We just want MORE MORE MORE.
So instead of wanting more, we should be thankful for what we have for at least today.
So have a happy Thanksgiving.
And be Thankful.