Scrapbooking

I’m not a sentimental person, so I’m terrible when it comes to scrapbooking.

In my English class, we’ve read The House on Mango Street, by Sandra Cisneros.  And a project that we do is a scrapbook containing stories (the vignettes) of our life and pictures of it.  It can be as artistic as we’d like, but it needs six stories minimum and ten pictures (drawn, photos, or any kind of visual representations), at least.

Too bad I’m an emotionless dummy when it comes to this.

I’ll try my best, it’s due on Tuesday.

Those Horses are White

I’ve mentioned before the incredibly racist nature of my former middle school. It’s a pretty gangsta school, and everyone really is separated by race, however sometimes unconsciously.

High school is different.

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Overheard on the Stairs

While coming downstairs from science class, the guy behind me was talking to his friend, and he said:

“Man, I’m so hungry I could eat my girlfriend at least three times.”