Ms. Hill's 5/6 Period

You know how Spotify doesn’t allow you to skip songs unless you're some rich person that can afford premium. Not being able to skip songs wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for The Shuffle Play Button. Everytime that button is pressed one of the following things happen: Spotify decides to play your least favorite song. Thank you so much Spotify, I love that. Spotify wants you to try something new. I really appreciate it, but I’d rather not listen to a song I’ve never heard in my life. And there’s that song that you forget was on your playlist and Spotify kindly reminds you of. Then you proceed to spend hours trying to figure out what songs it is, but then give up and look at the name. Anyways, no matter what, Spotify will usually play a song that you don’t want to hear. Except for those rare times. Those amazing times when Spotify acts like a saint and plays your favorite song. It’s a moment that should be marked in history. A phenomenon greater than any of those things i...

Finding yourself walking the same amount of steps is satisfying. I only thought people with O.C.D. would do that. It is like I am basically a robot taking the precise amount of 2 steps in every square, according to my calculations. It really helps me get the chicks.That is why they all run away to tell their friends. I think. Well I do not have a girlfriend so they are probably still deciding who gets to keep moi. My feet step almost as stepping stones. Nevermind, I am not that elegant. My feet are drill sergeants, left, right, 32, left, right, 33. Although it gives me satisfaction I am going to have to stop before high school or I won’t make it out! KINDA AWESOME!

Getting on time to my classes has been a struggle for me. My awareness of the time is terrible. You can literally put a watch in front of my face and I wouldn’t know what time it is. Sometimes I’m late because of my teachers. One of my teachers has always continued the lesson after the bell rings and then tells us what our homework is after the lesson. Teachers can talk for a trillion years. It's not just that one teacher who does it because all teachers do it once in a while. Some teachers can literally talk for hours about one small subject and forget about the time. Teachers are like Fidel Castro (gave the longest speech). We middle schoolers all know how it feels when the music stops and you realize it is almost impossible to get to your class on time, I might know it a little better because I'm always late to my classes. Especially in math because she opens doors late and tells us what we need to have for class. Then I have to get stressed because I have to go back to m...

You know the feeling. When you place your finger at the edge of the sticker and begin to push the sticker forward. You get it out far enough, to now be able to hold it with two fingers. Then you slowly start peeling the sticker off the object and everything is working out well. And then finally, that moment comes where you successfully got the whole sticker off the object, You have this feeling of satisfaction on your heart. You look at the person sitting beside you with the joy. You then give them a smile, even though you´ve never talked to them before. Now they have to awkwardly smile back at you, or throw an ¨okay?¨ at you, or do none of the above, if they've heard a really bad rumor about you. But, you don't care about them smiling back or not. You just celebrate that little moment of success, inside you. AWESOME!

It’s the middle of the night. Your eyes randomly decide to open and for some weird reason, you’re wide awake. You’re PRAYING it’s not 6:45 in the morning because that would mean that you have to get ready for another day of priso- I mean, school. You get up, walk over to the bathroom, and do your business as usual. You’re in the bathroom for like...A MILLION YEARS staring the wall with your eyes half open. After you’ve finally gotten out of the bathroom, you hop back into bed and tell yourself, “just five more minutes” as you pick up your phone to set five minutes on your alarm clock. The brightness of your phone is brighter than ever because your eyes are barely open. Your hands are weak and you can’t hold the phone properly causing it to drop onto your face. That had to hurt. You pick it up off your face, rub your nose, and glance at the time. You then realize its 3 AM! You get this big feeling of happiness inside of you because now you can sleep for three more hours!  AWESO...

Say your at a friend’s house and it’s 11 a.m.. You need to go to the bathroom, so you get up and walk down the dark, creepy, frightening hallway and see the dark, spine-chilling bathroom. You open the creaky door and see the shower curtains. You’re about to go, holding it all in. All of a sudden, you see the silhouette of a one eyed monster, sitting in the shower, waiting to kill you. It’s as frightening as your mom when she doesn’t get enough sleep. You gulp, hesitating to open the shower curtains. Goosebumps form all over your arms. You rip back the curtains thinking this is the end of your life . It was just a shampoo bottle all along. AWESOME!

Accumulation of dirt. Exhaustion throughout the day. All we think about after a labor inducing day is the pure exhaustion and discussed. Their is only one thing that would help someone after a long, disgusting, tough day. That would be the sweet relief of feeling The water scramble past someone's face. It is the thing that I most anticipate after a long work day, because the shower feels like a portal to a tropical paradise. Cleansing your face. Removing a TON of grime and muck. A transformation accoures from a Sweaty Sam to a Rejuvenated Robert. Showers are like the climax to my day as they completely change my mood for the better Awesome!

We all know that feeling when you just want to relax and listen to music. Then you realize your headphones are tangled in a big ball just like brushing through a big knot of hair. Sitting there staring at your poor headphones suffering from the damage. Now, that happens to me almost everyday. The days that my headphones aren’t tangled though are the best days of my life. Many people put headphones in many different places. Jacket pocket. That isn’t the worst place ever to put headphones but it’s not the best. Pencil pouch. Come on now you can’t be complaining about that because that has to be the WORST place. You’ve got all kinds of junk in that one tiny bag. Dresser. You know those times you go to sleep and then you wake up and your headphones are all tangled. Trust me I know for a fact a ghost didn’t do it so don’t play those silly games. Somehow no matter where you put your headphones they usually end up getting tangled. But, look on the bright side and wait for the times that the...

Everyday, people are so busy that they only focus on one thing and completely forget the other small things. Pencils. When people lose pencils, first thing they will mostly do is to check under them and seeing if it dropped. Pencils are moving like it has its own two legs. After they gave up looking for it, there it is. The pencil was right in front of them the whole time. Most people’s response is “ Are you serious? It was there the whole time?!”. My response is, “ Haha, it was there. I’m so stupid.” Of course, it’s not just pencils, anything that is small as a pencil can trip people up. These situations are like when a dog owner thinks his dog ran away from home, but after searching for it outside, it was actually inside the house the whole time. It would be better for non-living things to talk to us, so we do not have difficulty searching for something. For me, I would laugh at myself for our clumsy after looking for a pencil for about 5 hours when I can just go find another pe...

When you finish your homework just as the bell rings …………………………………………………………………… Ding! The first bell rings signalling that you have 30 more minutes left until your free from this prison they call school. Then you realize that mile high stack of paper mesh you have been staring at in awe is your homework. Sadly though you have to hang out with your friends so you have no time for this work. So almost out of instinct you start getting in rhythm, your at a race with the clock. Your handwriting turns from Mcdonalds quality to Poncho’s quality. You double down and dive your head into the work moving from right to left and top to bottom on the page. Your brain adapts from math problems to spanish problems. You begin to sort your homework by subject. All of a sudden the time has skydived from 25 to 5 minutes. The clock is winning the race. Your on the last problem last minute… Scribble. Solve. Ding! AWESOME!

Walking home from school on that Friday afternoon and knowing you have to do the routinely chores over again makes you want to murder the one responsible for dropping that one crumb to make the house be considered dirty. And yet, going to jail feels more cumbersome than cleaning. Thankfully, once in a blue moon angels allow you to hear the awesome magical words- ⭐⭐“no chores”⭐⭐. Instantly, the doors look at you and declare your freedom . The adventures in your bucket list can finally come back on your priority list . You will... -be a potato couch -hog the TV -live like a normal person and not a cleaning robot For once, you are all merry and at that point comes the first words of the task , " can you bring me the _." That's it. The only part you hear before running out of the house like a lunatic. "Only the experienced ones know: never expect freedom." A wise (and tired) kid once said. In the end, even a little freedom is… AWESOM...

You're at home, you're watching a movie and suddenly your tummy starts to rumble and grumble, crying "feed me!" So you decide to make the only snack acceptable in a theatrical setting. The one, the only, the creme of the crop: popcorn. You reach into the pantry and pull out the buttery, beautiful, best and most breathtaking bag of the bunch and you toss it into the microwave. The most excruciating part of the process: the waiting. 1. The popcorn will begin to pop at around fifteen seconds and the noise will progressively get more and more full. This makes you think that there are millions of popcorn kernels in the bag; it only makes you hungrier. 2. The smell will start to engulf all of your surroundings. The smell of popcorn, while being one of the best smells in the world, is also the most torturing smell when you’re hungry. Though the waiting is painful, everything becomes worth it when you hear the mighty and noble roar of the microwave. you then ...

             The struggles of getting ready involve the  3 stages of finding the “perfect” outfit. Stage 1- Discombobulation , this happens when your extremely confused to the point where you can’t tell red from blue. Stage 2 - Reassurance , your getting somewhere with your outfit but your not doing any of the work . Instead the clothes doing the thinking for you. Shirt” I totally like clash with those jeans .“  Jeans “ I’m sorry but I just can’t deal with those boots “. Stage 3 Acceptance , It’s about time the outfit came together , you feel as if your on top of the world. Just thinking about what your peers will think. Peer” How do you have the perfect outfits everyday” .You” Oh this , its nothing . You know I just rolled out of bed and threw on something , I didn’t even realize it matched.” After all that time going through the 3 stages , your now running late for work . Worth it ? ….. Yeap. ...

We’ve all been here. So your just chilling in your room minding your own business thinking that you’re finally able to do what you want. But then you hear it: “come do the dishes.” Oh boy, don’t you love chores! When you hear this you take a few seconds to contemplate what exactly you just heard but then you understand: You have to get ur butt of your bed, go downstairs, walk in the kitchen, and put all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and close it. All this work has just been asked of you. You yell back, “NOOOO, i’ll do it later mom.” Then you wait for her to reply back. You’re still waiting. Still waiting. Okay what the heck happened. Either she didn’t hear you or she just doesn’t want to respond. She’s like a robot that only delivers messages and never receives any. Oh wait, what if she is a robot and never told you? Anyways that’s besides the point. Your eyes start to fill up with immense joy. Congratulations, you just avoided doing a 5 minute chore which apparently feels ...

You know those times when you have an argument with your sibling or roomate about who gets to do or not do something and you both argue about it. Well, I once had an argument with my little sister about who’s turn it was to do the laundry, and we fought over it and we screamed at each other so loudly that, even a speaker would have been afraid to compete with us to see who would be louder, me and my sister screaming at eachother or blasting loud Metallica songs inside our house. After getting annoyed by the nuisance my mom had to come downstairs just to make sure that we didn’t fight with violence or decapitate each other. When she came downstairs she told us to stop arguing with each other or she would start arguing with with us to why we should do laundry together. She later told us to use rock-paper-scissors to solve our little problem and at that moment I thought she was like Einstein or any one of those smart people who invented something important to help others...

If you’re like me, the best part of a book is the ending. Especially, if the book is over 200 pages. For those people who can apply the whole “ read to page fifty” good for you. My kind of people on the other hand can’t read a book if it isn’t interesting by page ten. Every once in a blue moon we find that one book. You know, that one book that calls your name, looks you dead in the eye, and almost seems to grin. That one book that single-handedly grabs our attention and doesn’t even think about letting go, until sadly you’ve finished. Gotcha! You still have two more books to read because guess what. It’s a series!. One of two things are likely to occur at this point. You rush to the library. The perfect place to ease your panicking nerves. You either check out the book, or have to go through the dreadful process putting a book on hold. You badger your ILA teacher because you know they have it. They give it to you,or they tell you that someone else has it. Don’t let that person be in y...

You know the feeling when you wake up just a little too late. Your rushing through your house, panic ripping at your chest. There's nothing good to eat that's also fast to make, so you just throw some bread into the toaster and run off to get changed. In the distance, you hear the famous chuc of the toast popping up. There are 4 ways this could play out. 1. Bread- It is still just bread, squishy bread, with no crunch at all. You must now put it back in the toaster where it will probably become result 2. 2. Charcoal- The toast (if you can still call it that) is black and as hard as a rock. There's no point even trying to fix it because the toast is now nothing but garbage. 3. Uneven- It is partially cooked but partially not. Half is crunchy toast while half is just warm bread. Then, there's the one we all hope for but practically never get: option 4. 4. Golden delight- It is beautiful, perfectly golden and crisp. On crazy mornings sometimes all we need to calm down is th...

Right on the bell by Zarann Shastri My head was sweating. I was sprinting through the hallways; scared to be late to my class. I could hear the clock ticking! I saw my friend walking casually in the hallway. If I stopped for even a second he would start talking to me. “Whatcha doing”? He said in a low tone. I told him “I can’t talk to you right now”. Turning the other way. I knew he was saying something but I was too worried to pay close attention. By now I started to lose hope and thought that I would get another tardy. My heart was beating at a million mph having a chance to win a car racing competition. The thought of getting another tardy haunted me as I would get a c-hall. I could still remember my mom warning me that she wouldn't allow me to watch t.v or play video games if I got another c-hall. My hands were trembling on a Tuesday at two o'clock. I see my class. Waves of relief flow through my body. My right foot enters the classroom I could feel the wind chill...

Waking up is tough, that is why the snooze button jumps onto the screen. In a way, it is a life lesson that sleep is important and that we should get as much as possible. Now there are many variations of snooze : There’s the daily 5-minute snooze before your parents start yelling at you to get ready for school, maybe 10 minutes on a lucky day. The classic snooze where you end up sleeping a whole extra hour due to staying up late because of procrastinated homework you “forgot” to do. Finally, the weekend snooze where you don’t even set your alarm. You sleep in all morning, happy you have the whole day ahead of you, no school, no nothing. It’s the perfect time to relax . If you’re like me, obviously we can agree weekends are the best days of the week. Who doesn’t enjoy staying up late, waking up whenever you want, no homework, and finally being stress free? There is no better feeling. AWESOME!

Defeating the outlet Having a long day and just pleading to go to bed is an experience we all have had a relationship with. A nightly battle we all face is the frustrating charger that can not seem to go into the outlet. Although, that one time when you finally found the outlet for your charger in your dark room, the magic of satisfaction rains over the heavens! I mean the moment I plug in my charger and I let go of the block and watch it stay there make sparks fly. There is no more stabbing the wall to find your outlet, it is an amazing, awesome event of life's accomplishments. The feeling of letting go of the block and it not falling gives a girl pleasure. The charger will look back at you and say “you did it”. It would say again “you don’t have to get up to turn on the light; you can go straight to bed!”. A list of life’s accomplishments had one less thing to do.     Life’s Bucket List Go skydiving Go Skiing ✔ Plug in the charger and go to bed ✔ Relax, ...

Shooting a basketball in a small circle in the air is hard. The basketball court is filled with kids running brainlessly after the ball getting the ball hoping not to get hurt and then shooting a shot that is nowhere close and the endless cycle continues. Within the whole mess an individual has to stay in the right state of mind and make the ball in the hoop. The ball might be mad at you or maybe the world is but many referees don't take this in consideration (inconsiderate).In a game with the world mad and you running back and forth shouting in your head can we pick a side and sit and play duck duck goose. You continue and you run back and forth again and again and ask for the ball to shoot. The millions of men and women watch you and you are running with a massacre of people coming to tropple you and boom.You don't make the shot and now people step carefully over you as a doormat. Half the time the world plays tricks but the lucky day is the best. You get toppled and then s...

When you hit the climax it’s the part of the movie everyone has been waiting for, you, the person next you, the person next to them, the person next to them and so on. It is where the most action is or the saddest part happened. Nobody cannot help but have a smile the size of a billboard or actually cry a river. Where everyone is willing to know who killed the detective, was is it Colonel Mustard or Professor Plum, and who will Jessica choose to be her husband, Jim or Dan? A new movie is like a new shoe everyone has been waiting for it to come out and then to see it, but the climax is that new item smell that smells like a expensive exotic exclusive perfume smell that is an award for buying it. The climax is like that smell because it’s like the directors are saying “Thanks for sitting through our movie, here’s an epic moment”. Also during a climax trying to hide the smile or tears is worthless, during the climax, people let everything out and the world finally can agree on something, ...

It’s that day, Laundry day and there is one thing humans have been doing right since the very beginning of time. That is, hugging those hot sheets from the dryer. How can something so simple can be so satisfying ? We all know the feeling of those trillions of tingles traveling through your body. Whoever came up with this is sure to be smart, like Albert Einstein or maybe my mom. Anyways, there are many different ways to execute this process to receive the maximum warmth . To list a few… 1.The Bear Hug You take those sheets straight out the dryer and not putting an heat to     waste, you grab them and give them a big squeeze . It is ok during this process to put your face on the sheets to warm up those cheeks. 2. The Burrito You take the sheets out of the dyer heading straight to your room to lay them on the bed. By making sure your whole body gets the heat , you roll yourself up like a toasty burrito. This method gives your body full coverage of ...