Second is the best..!

          Hey there! As you may or not know, I am 'The Garrulous Green Girls' other co-author. Not yet having formally posted something yet, this is my first official blog post. Well now, it's been nearly three and a half months since school started, and for me, it's been a mix-up of different feelings. 

I have re-started the gifted program this year for grade six. You see, I tried it before for grade four, but absolutely hated it...but that probably occurred because my teacher wasn't all that great. After about three weeks, I had had enough and fled back to my previous school. There I spent a few joyous years, growing a tighter bond with the people all around me. But as time passed, and my parents kept wearing me down about it, I came to the end of grade five and the end of my time at that school. My parents kept nagging me to return to the gifted school, so as this summer came to an end, I found myself not going to the school my peers were attending, but the school for the different-minded students. 

To give you a little insight before I continue, you see, being 'gifted' doesn't necessarily mean being a smart Aleck, know-it-all, it simply means that we think differently. Maybe not 'differently', but our brains can absorb and handle more knowledge than usual. In some cases, it does mean being slightly smarter than others, but it's very rare to be a Leonardo DaVinci and be gifted in all categories. Most gifted students might just be gifted in one or two specific areas. Me, I'm not exactly sure what my strong suit is, but I'm not bad at creative writing. :)

Anyway, now in sixth grade, I am here at this gifted school, with not many friends. But I must confess, it's much better than I remember it from fourth grade; the people are much nicer than before and my teacher is a lot more experienced and thoughtful than the one I had in grade four. Still, I don't have many friends... I mean I have buddies, but no one to close to call a 'best friend' or anything. Pushing through this, but it's hard being at a new school where you barely know anyone. :(

I miss my friends dearly, the people of whom I grew a tight bond with since grade four...I was even friends with some of the guys; we had a gang of girls and guys of which we would always hang out in. It was awesome, but those happy days are behind me. The gang has split...not only me but the gang members as well. Some have gone to different schools, just as I have...Just won't be the same any more to me.

I'll keep posting! Wish me luck at my new school!

-Alex L.

Our first blog post!! - A BAD BEGINNING

Today my family and I went to the dentist for a check-up. The family includes me, my two sisters, my baby brother and my parents. Now, you should know that the dentist's office is an hour or so away from where we live; it's not that there aren't any dentists closer by, but this is a family friend dentist, he and our grandma grew up together.

     Anyway, the dentist appointment went along as a normal appointment. Oh, let me just add that my mom, my younger siblings and I came in a different car than my dad, because he was at work, and came to the dentist via subway. That last part wasn't good, because we had to squish five people including a car seat into a smallish car. This proved to be difficult coming home because we had to drive on the highway for at least a half-hour while the three girls were crammed into the back of the car with a big baby car-seat.                    

     To make matters worse, ten minutes or so into the ride, my little brother started spitting up.Then he was all out throwing up. At first, Alex who was sitting next to him, the second oldest, didn't know what to do; should she put her hands underneath his mouth and catch the cascading discharge? Sit there and watch and wait till it's over? She settled on telling our parents what was going on and waited for instructions.

     He continued heaving for a good five minutes. When it was over he started crying and my sister started wiping it up with tissues, grocery bags, wipes and whatever else she could use. At this point, the whole inside of the car smelt like vomit, and Alex was trying her hardest to clean it all up, and believe me it was no easy task with very little space to maneuver around in in the back seat. She finally managed to get him cleaned up and calm enough to fall asleep. At last we arrived home and we were allowed out of the cramped car and into fresh air, and as for the young boy, he went into a much needed bath. : )  

- J. Lynette