Andrea’s Angel

Over this Thanksgiving break, I went to Las Vegas to play a softball tournament. When I wasn't playing softball or going out with my family, I was reading and doing homework. I started reading the book The Historian , and it caught my attention immediately. I worked on my English portfolio and made some blog posts. I even asked my family members about my big question.

I have been presented with a choice today, and I don't know what to choose. My brother is moving from SM to PV, and I have to decide if I'm going with him. I have as many friends there as I do here, and I live just as close to both schools. I have great classes here, but PV has the same ones. I have my Art Club, but I can start one there. I have four adults I trust more than anything here, but I can email them if I need help. As a junior, I am comfortable here, and I know almost every nook and cranny there is here. I love SM, and I do want to stay here, but my parents really want me to go there. I have no idea what I am going to choose, but I have to choose quickly. If you wish to comment and tell me what you think, please do. Any opinion will help.

On the first day of school, I had it all planned out. Meet my teachers, they'd give me some papers and tell us how school would go, and then I'd move on to the next class. I've done this game of school for eleven years. I knew exactly what to expect. Or so I thought. What I never expected was to have the teacher shake my hand and introduce himself to me before I even walked inside. I never expected him to give us a choice and to trust us so quickly and completely. He started out by telling us what Open Source Learning was, and explaining why it was a different way of learning that we should try. Then he said he wanted us to make a choice about whether we wanted to do the normal English class stuff, or try something new. Then he just walked out of the class. I sat there in my seat, shocked. I leaned over and asked the girl next to me if he was serious. She just laughed and said that he did it every year. We decided to do OSL, and we got on with the class. The girl I tu...

Today, I wanted to talk to my English teacher to see what my grade was, and what I needed to do to improve it. When I walk in, Dr. Preston and another teacher were discussing the book Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. The other teacher had not read it and I said, "You should read it. It's a good book." The look of shock on his face when I told him was hilarious. I don't think either of them believed that a high school student had read it. I think that most adults think that kids don't read or actually do educational stuff outside of what we're forced to do. This isn't the first time I've had this reaction towards me. It happens a lot actually, and only from adults. I hate when people have that kind of reaction to me. To anyone I know. Not every high school student only cares about their electronics and Social Media. I certainly don't, and I know that people are unfairly judging todays youth. Stop stereotyping teenagers, because then y...

1/11/58 - 12/8/19 Hortencia Hernandez  Osorio.  A sixty year old woman with a mean attitude and a big heart. She didn't speak any English, so it was often hard to talk to her, but we managed. She was a mean and fierce old lady, but she loved her family. If you asked her what her favorite color was, she'd say Cheetah Print. She wore it on everything. She loved those antique dolls that star in creepy movies, and she loved her family. She has three kids, two sons and a daughter, and four grandkids. I am one of those grandkids. Recently, her heart has been really bad and she has been having a bunch of health issues. We knew that sometime soon, it would be her time to pass from this life to the next, but its still hard when you love that person. On Friday, her heart stopped, and the doctors spent twenty minutes trying to bring her back, and finally her heart started beating again. The only problem was, her body was alive, but her mind was not. So they put her on Life Support ...

Today I had an interview in English. I was shaking the whole time, some of my answers were wacky, and I was nervous. I feel like I honestly could have done a little better, but ultimately, I am proud of myself. I wonder how you guys think I did. Please comment to this post so I know how you think I did today.                                                                                                                                                                 ~Wa do