When I look back on 5th Grade, today, there were some other things I remember.
One of the things I remember was that I had a teacher who was a WWII vet, and was a Marine. He was a really nice man, and he would talk to us about the war. It got me interested in that time period, also, and so, I would read "The Diary of Anne Frank", we watched the Holocaust, (with Merryl Streep) and I would read many WWII history books. I felt it was important to for me to read them, but, those books and movie gave me night terrors. But, it didn't stop me either. I wanted to know the sufferage so that I would never have to feel so much hate towards others. It was so hard for me to read the books and watch the movie, but I had this desire to want to to learn more. I don't know what happened, but, my desire for reading those things, was replaced with a desire to want to learn about other things too. So, I shifted to reading about the Middle East, and Central Asia.
I was still being bullied at school, but I did have a couple of friends. We quite enjoyed our time together. I was happy that I made friends. I also went to my school in the morning with my cello, and I loved playing. I think it helpepd me relax, and I didn't have a care in the world when I played. It made me feel happy to play.
One day we had a concert. I was so scared, it was my first time performing for the entire school, and there were a couple of days, we were so good, my teacher had us go from schhol to school to play for them, too. It was nerve wracking for me. My mom went to many of them, and everytime she said she could hear me and I was talented. I loved that my mom loved to hear me play the cello. Today it is still my favorite instrument.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Back In Town
The last post I talked about how I went with my mom and sisters to San Diego, California. (Only my most favorite city in U.S.A.)
I had a hard time meeting new friends. There were only two other girls in the ward my age. There was a girl older than me, but I did not care for her that much. It was hard. At school the kids were super rude to me and they took pleaseure to be rude and cruel to people. I came home telling my mom one day that I really wanted to play in the school orchestra. I played the cello. I would have to go every morning, I would have to be there at 8 am. So, that meant I had to leave about 7:30 a.m. My mom and dad got married on December 13th, and I played the cello. I mostly played Mozart for my mom and dad. I played quite well. I loved playing.
My aunt Rinda would come and visit a lot because she lived in Rexburg, Idaho. She would come down quite often and hang out with us when she had breaks. She braided my hair in french braids for my parents wedding. I loved her a lot.
After Christmas time, my difficulties in school increased. There were boys that would bully me after school and pull my hair, throw things at me. It was really hard. My parents were really good at comforting me and they would try their best to consule me. I remember the pains of their cruelty. I wanted to remember because I wanted to make sure that I never treat anyone with such mean-ness. I became friends with some of the girls, after I pulled their hair and told them to stop being rude to me.
Another day in the life of 5th grade!
I had a hard time meeting new friends. There were only two other girls in the ward my age. There was a girl older than me, but I did not care for her that much. It was hard. At school the kids were super rude to me and they took pleaseure to be rude and cruel to people. I came home telling my mom one day that I really wanted to play in the school orchestra. I played the cello. I would have to go every morning, I would have to be there at 8 am. So, that meant I had to leave about 7:30 a.m. My mom and dad got married on December 13th, and I played the cello. I mostly played Mozart for my mom and dad. I played quite well. I loved playing.
My aunt Rinda would come and visit a lot because she lived in Rexburg, Idaho. She would come down quite often and hang out with us when she had breaks. She braided my hair in french braids for my parents wedding. I loved her a lot.
After Christmas time, my difficulties in school increased. There were boys that would bully me after school and pull my hair, throw things at me. It was really hard. My parents were really good at comforting me and they would try their best to consule me. I remember the pains of their cruelty. I wanted to remember because I wanted to make sure that I never treat anyone with such mean-ness. I became friends with some of the girls, after I pulled their hair and told them to stop being rude to me.
Another day in the life of 5th grade!
In Comes The 5th Grade
Well, Fifth Grade came, and I was not really excited. The reason being is that I hated moving. But, my mom and L took me to a house and the home we picked, I loved. I got the room I wanted and everything.
School was hard as the kids were really mean. We walked everyday to school. My older sister, D was going to 7th grade. And I was in 5th. My younger sister, C, was going to 4th.
Lots of kids were really rude and I will have to say, bullies.
In the middle of the night around October, my mom woke us up and we drove to San Diego, California. I never knew what happened, but it made my mom angry enough to drive to San Diego. We were staying in a little Motel right on the cliffs, and I loved it. D did not want anyone around her so she slept in the closet. I did not want to be around C so I ended up sleeping with my mom. I quite liked being in San Diego. It has always been my favorite city. The pool to the motel we were in was quite fascinating to me. In the moring I would watch the tide come in and the waves crashing into the pool. No one was allowed in the pool for this reason. Of course that made me more curious about the pool. I would sit and watch the waves smashing and crashing with big thunder like sounds. I always have loved the ocean. I think if I believed in Greek Mythology, I would be somewhat of Tethys. I love the ocean. I loved hearing the waves and watching the ocean. When the tide went down, my sister, mom and I would play on the beach. Of course, we would leave when the tide started coming in. We would keep the windows opened, just to hear the ocean. I loved it. San Diego is not the same with out going to the all the places we knew and loved. Coronado Island, (Any beach!) Balboa Park, the San Diego Zoo, one of the finest Zoos in the world.
School was hard as the kids were really mean. We walked everyday to school. My older sister, D was going to 7th grade. And I was in 5th. My younger sister, C, was going to 4th.
Lots of kids were really rude and I will have to say, bullies.
In the middle of the night around October, my mom woke us up and we drove to San Diego, California. I never knew what happened, but it made my mom angry enough to drive to San Diego. We were staying in a little Motel right on the cliffs, and I loved it. D did not want anyone around her so she slept in the closet. I did not want to be around C so I ended up sleeping with my mom. I quite liked being in San Diego. It has always been my favorite city. The pool to the motel we were in was quite fascinating to me. In the moring I would watch the tide come in and the waves crashing into the pool. No one was allowed in the pool for this reason. Of course that made me more curious about the pool. I would sit and watch the waves smashing and crashing with big thunder like sounds. I always have loved the ocean. I think if I believed in Greek Mythology, I would be somewhat of Tethys. I love the ocean. I loved hearing the waves and watching the ocean. When the tide went down, my sister, mom and I would play on the beach. Of course, we would leave when the tide started coming in. We would keep the windows opened, just to hear the ocean. I loved it. San Diego is not the same with out going to the all the places we knew and loved. Coronado Island, (Any beach!) Balboa Park, the San Diego Zoo, one of the finest Zoos in the world.
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