Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
This is by Albert Einstein. I personally have always loved this quote. It’s true in many different cases. Believe in some one, even if they don’t believe in them selves.
So I have seen so many post about being a proud mother or a proud father or a proud grandparent. Well I’m none of those things. So I thought an appropriate name for this would be A Proud Friend. I think people forget about their friends when it comes to: what to post about. I don’t always think about an achievement of a friend as something to be proud of them for. But now that I’m spending the time to think about it, I am proud of them. All of them for different things.
At the moment I am over-the-top proud of my best friend, Ava. She recently started her own blog (Avasworldofava.com) and it is flourishing. She has been posting her FABULOUS drawings, some of which I can’t believe she did, but also her lovely writing. I am proud of her mostly for being runner up for the Poughkeepsie Journal’s Scary Story contest! She is an amazing writer and I am truly proud of her. I am proud of her in every way.
Now, I know I’m twelve, but I know the difference between being “proud” of some one and being “happy” for some one. I was happy for Ava when she discovered that she loved sports (I told her she would). I was happy for her when she started her first blog, and then again when she started her second. BUT I am proud of her for sticking with her third blog. I am proud of all the followers Ava has and every view she gets. And I am over-the-moon proud that she came in second for the scary story contest (not to mention that I edited it for her!) I am truly proud of my best friend, 10 years in the running.
Ava(left) And Me(right) At our fifth grade graduation two years ago
Ava has been very supportive of me. She is a faithful follower and always comments. She has been there for me when I really needed her. Ava is definitely one of, if not, my best friend. We have seen the best and the WORST of each other. We can fight like a cat and dog, then we can make up and be best friends again. We have a bit of a competitive friendship so this happens often but we’re getting better at letting each other win. She is an amazing friend, and I can’t wait to see what else I can be proud of her for.
I am also proud/happy for my other friends: Maddie who came in first in the contest and Ali and Alex who got Honorable Mentions. All of the awards my friends won were under the 6-8 grade division. Our class took up all the spots for that division. Some of my other friends also made it on to the Poughkeepsie Journal’s site for their story’s covers. I don’t know if any of you remember, but I posted my scary story (Though the Woods) a while back. I didn’t win anything but I still had fun writing it and I hope you enjoyed it.
Click on this link for Ava’s blog
Click on this link for the Scary Stories stuff
I have recently reached (and passed) 50 followers!! This is a big achievement for me, and means a lot to me. I want to say thank you to my followers because with out you, my post wouldn’t mean anything. There are some who have been with me since the start, and some that are new. I want to thank all you, all of my 53 followers for keeping up and reading my blog!
Thanks to you I keep on blogging! Thanks for being an awesome part, of this part of my life! 🙂
We all have a past, but this is the present, and baby, you’re my future.
By Hannah
I came up with this after watching a tv show and talking to my mom. I didn’t even realized I’d said something clever, till she said, “Wait, what did you just say?”. Tell me what you think of my new “Quote”!
I would like to send out a “sorry” to all my faithful followers for not posting in soo long. I have just been so busy, since school started. I have home work, soccer and sleep I have to take care of first. Now on to the good stuff. I was in my cousins wedding!! I was a Jr. bridesmaid. Other then the fact that I had to get up at 6 am to get my hair done I had a great time. She was a beautiful bride. In honer of her wedding (that was two weeks ago), I am reposting an old wedding slideshow. Enjoy
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I will be posting some more book reviews and some short stories soon!
I realized today I haven’t posted in just over 2 weeks! But I had good reason. Mostly I’ve just been too busy, and every free chance I get I’ve been reading! I also visited Disney World and my grandparents, with my cousins. This was not my first visit to Disney and won’t be my last! But I will say, it was my first trip to the Magic Kingdom that I really enjoyed roller coasters. I was there with family, our ages varying from 5-56. And that is what is so great about Disney, there is truly something for everyone. And many things for everybody to do together…
P.S.
I’m almost finished reading the Harry Potter series:D
This week I’ve been helping out at a camp for 3 and 4-year olds. I’m an assistant and only come from 12pm-4pm. Wednesday afternoon we decided to take a walk down to the creek. The creek holds many memories of mine, some good, and some not so good. Playing in the water with my friends, good. At Fairy camp 7 years ago having a friend step on a bees’ nest and having a whole swarm of bees attack us who were then, 3, 4 and 5-year olds, not so good. But hey, that was a one time deal right? That wouldn’t happen to me AND Nicole (a teacher at this camp that happened to be working at the fairy camp 7 years ago ) twice, right? Well, when we went down to the creek this week, we decided to go off the trail, which is what got us in to trouble last time. When we went off the trail I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach but over looked it. It was a one time deal I kept telling myself. Then, all of a sudden, one kid started yelling and I felt that familiar sting on my leg. It happened again! Mining bees were after us this time. Instinctively, I began to run but quickly remembered I’m not a camper this time, I’m a helper here. So I took the two boys that were closest to me and we ran until we were on safer grounds. Being on the other side of the creek, I didn’t want to cross it to get back up to the school. Frazzled and shaking. I stopped and asked both kids about 20 times if they were okay and if they were allergic. Corbin was fine. He didn’t get stung, but Peter was crying. He got stung on his hand but was not allergic. Minutes later Evan the other teacher, came up the creek carrying two crying kids, asked me if we were okay and told me it was okay to bring them back up to the building. After helping Peter over a log or two he walked up the hill with Corbin and me. I knew I had gotten stung, but didn’t realize how many times until we got back to the building. I got stung the most, a whopping 8 times! After applying a baking soda and water solution to our stings, the kids soon recovered and went on playing. They came into camp the next day telling all their half-day friends about their adventure at the creek with the bees. Still itching and slightly swollen, I took the time to put together a bee slide show…
Man, what a coincidence that it happened to both me and Nicole, twice, in the same woods, when we were together – again! Thankfully, Nicole made it out without being stung, this time but she got her fair share the first time. This was an experience I won’t forget any time soon, and neither will Nicole. I don’t think we will be going off the trail again any time soon either! But I have to say, Peter and Corbin were real troopers and followed all my instructions which made my job A LOT easier!
This post is very different from anything I have posted in the past. It is sort of book review/descriptions. This is something I have wanted to try for a while now. So tell me what you think and if you think I should do more reviews of books I’ve read. While you read this I would like you to keep in mind that these are my thoughts and you may have different ones.
I Hadn’t Meant to Tell You This, by Jacqueline Woodson, is about two unlikely friends with one thing in common, their mothers both died. Marie a cool girl and Lena a new kid feel drawn to each other for this reason. They soon become great friends. As they begin to confide in each other Marie learns a secret of Lena’s. So Marie is faced with a hard question. Should she tell someone or follow Lena’s wish and keep it a secret? Find out what she decides, in I hadn’t Meant to Tell You This.
I read I Hadn’t Meant to Tell You This, for one of my summer reading books. I read it in less than a day. It is short and a fast read. Parts interested me but it wasn’t my favorite book. There wasn’t much that really pulled me in and kept my interest. Jacqueline Woodson, did a good job writing it but the story didn’t interest me. It would not be one I would recommend for any one younger than me (12). The book discussed some mature subjects. But over all I would give it like a 6 out of 10.
My one true love
My first love
You know the love that you just never forget
You can’t
You don’t want to
The way it makes you feel
Just thinking about it makes you feel all fuzzy inside
Your love inspires you
It helps to make you who you are
It can hurt you in the worst of ways
and bring you out of the darkest days
My one true love.
A love that will stay with me forever
at least the memories will never fade
It might not be there forever
But it’s glory will never leave my heart
I long to see the beauty again, every time I have to leave it
And savor every moment I spend there
I have known it my whole life
And have grown to love it
It has become a part of me in many ways
It will be in my heart forever
That little town in the middle of nowhere
the town with the dreamy ice cream shop, they call The Penguin
The memories of walking up to the small red stand
that became a small window shop
which is now a big beautiful, dreamy-er than before, ice-cream shop
My order hasn’t changed
since I started going to The Penguin
cappuccino ice cream.
Then there are the memories of walking through the woods
I start my journey not knowing quite where I’ll end up
I can feel a cool breeze going down my back
Then a prick on my leg, just another thorn
I’ve gotten used to them after 12 years
It doesn’t faze me a bit
I know the trail to the stream like I know what I’m going to order at The Penguin
The woods now surround me with memories
I get to the top of the hill
The small boys pond
from when the girls claimed the waterfall just up ahead
The sound of the water flowing down the stream warms my heart just like a cappuccino ice-cream from The Penguin cools it on a hot summers day
I make my way up the stream to the flowing waterfall
When the flood came it slowed the beauty
But I can still see it
At the top I can see the little fish thingys that swim around slowly
But once they see you they swim as fast as me running into the penguin when we arrive into town
We climb the last little bit and we’re at the top
Back to the 2nd field
the thorns start sticking to me like flies to honey
I continue to the 2nd pond
Slowly walking, I remember good times
like when my old teacher came up
we heard a mountain lion
then sprinted down the hill
with worries that it might come out and attack
now I reach the pond
prettier than last time
we can’t go swimming in this one
there might be some killer swimmer in there
I take out my net
ready to catch a little, green, slimy, smelly…
frog
and put it on my face
just like I always do
the frogs are easier to catch at the main pond
but they don’t stay on my face as long
so I must make the journey to the 2nd pound on every visit.
Time to make my way back down the hill
not able to venture to things like the roller-coaster this time
because the sun is slowly dimming
that is for tomorrow when we take an ATV ride
Sadly I make my way back to the house
Passing the stream
and leaving the field
I see the main pond and our warm cabin
Slowly I take off my shoes and fall on the couch
barely able to move after my adventures
Then my mom yells out, “Hannah do you want to go to The Penguin?”
I jump up and my answer never changes: “Is that even a question?”
In this poem I am talking about Walton. I have a country house there. It is my place of peace and serenity.
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I'm Thinking Happy 
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on October 23, 2013