sorry i haven't posted in a long time!!

hi everyone!
I am so sorry that i haven't posted in a really really long time, but today i will post. I have been working on this story...and if anybody actually reads this blog, please comment and tell me what you think!


Most people think that being smart is a gift, a blessing. they think that being one of those people who can understand a math problem just by looking at it, is the easiest thing in the world. The problem with that theory, is that it’s not. A lot of times, the smart people are the ones who get called names. They’re the ones who get bullied, and they’re the ones who have the toughest times at school. And often, they are the ones who get hurt the most. I was 7 when i figured that out. At the time, i felt like the last person at the finish line of a long race. I felt like the slow person, who was so stupid that it took them twelve whole years to understand that being a geek was not a good thing. Some girls in my class had understood that being smart was bad the very first day they set their kindergarten feet across the threshold of the brightly colored green door in our little town. They understood that some girls, the ones with platinum blonde hair, and aryan blue eyes, are the ones who start out with the boys. they’re the ones who can get people to agree with them, just by the looks of them. A lot of girls realize this when they’re 4 years old. There are things that they don’t realize, though. a lot of girls don’t realize, that the moment isn’t the whole world. They don’t realize that one day good looks will be gone, and all they’ll be left with is what they’ve accomplished with their brains. Brains don’t fade away as quickly as looks do. Brains, and information stay inside of you until you die. Or until you get alzheimer's. But that's not relevant at the moment, and so i think I’ll move on. I am crazy smart. Or rather, i used to be. I think that the crazy part of it kind of faded away as i got past the stage when i carried around science booklets in my pockets, in second grade. It was that year that i realized that you can fit in, and still be smart. So i began to experiment with that. I sat with this group, those people. Some days i sat here, sometimes there, and slowly i began to know which people’s company i preferred. It was interesting. By the end of the second grade, i wasn’t the super smart girl who sat in the corner, thinking solely about what kind of crawly creature i had discovered in the garden. I was just another one of the girls in the class. I had shorts, tee-shirts, and brightly colored vests and jackets, just like all the pother girls. I no longer wore boy’s polo shirts, and i had started wearing skirts. And i continued like that for a long time. I lived my life just like any other slightly-above-average girl would, a normal kid wearing normal clothes and doing normal things. it was ok. I stayed at the same school all the way through elementary school, and then when i was 10, in fifth grade, something horrible happened. Elementary school ended. I was no longer a part of a group. I was just another little girl, who did not belong in the children’s elementary section anymore, but was still not in the middle school section. My family moved to Greece. It was to be expected, for me. You see, i was born in Greece, a smiley little kid, who tanned easily, and had a little bump on her ear, just like her grandma. My little sister, Zamina, was also born in Greece. When i was 4 and she was 1, we moved to the United States, because my Grandmother died, and my Papush, Grandfather, needed care at an old people’s home. He said that he was fine there without us, and the next year he died of a tumor in his lung. My Mother when to Greece then. when her Dad had just died. Me, Zamira, and Papi stayed at home. I was in first grade at the time. But presently, she returned, and we continued our lives. At the time, i was the crazy-smart little weird girl, and i stayed her until my realization in second grade. But this is all unrelated to the thing i was originally talking about. When i was 10, my family moved to Greece for a year. Me and Zamira went to a small school, and my mother began her career as a photographer. She photographer everything pretty around us, and my memories from that time are well documented. I made several friends in Greece, and i also got used to going to the beach almost every day, and walking around in tank tops that showed my shoulders, something that was not allowed at my elementary school. But after a year in Greece, my mom was budding over with new ideas about photography. She was exploding with the knowledge, and she wanted to travel the world, giving seminars. y dad told her to settle for the U.S. We moved back, and i went to camp over the summer, the summer before seventh grade. I was ready to be the new kid again.

Back From Ashland

Hello
today has been pretty good. But that is not what this post is about. This is going to be a post all about my trip to Oregon. It was AMAZING!!! I was in a fine room, with a bunch of my friends. I was with Liza, Tasha, Esme, and two other girls who i haven't mentioned yet, Ally and Greta. They are pretty cool, although a little bit obsessed with fashion. Thats ok though. Anyway it was really really fun. The day i most want to tell you people out there about is Wednesday. We went river-rafting and roller-skating that day. I think that it was the funnest day in oregon. Anyway, i will explain what happened that day. So in the morning, we got up, got in our bathing suits, had breakfast, and then got on the bus to go to Noah's River-rafting. We got to the river at about 10, at which point we had to put on life-jackets. Most of the girls were wearing bikini's, but it wasn't a problem. Anyway, after that, we were seperated into different raft groups. I was with Greta, Esme, and Tomica. I think that it is a really good group. We had a really cool guide dude named Steve, but he told us we could call him stevie. It was funny. Anyway, so we rafter down the river for a while, and then we started to get into water fights. We had a water fights with the raft that some of the boys(including Davy) were on. The guide of that boat, reached across his raft and grabbed by life jacket. He picked me up and dropped me out of our raft. Then Davy(which is why i mentioned him) was like
"here, Lena, do you want some help?"
then he started pulling me onto his raft by my lifejacket, and then dropped me into the water again! it was done in a kind of flirtatious way though. Idk. After that, i got wet a few more times until lunch. After lunch, we had a choice of either getting in kyaks or staying in rafts. I was in a raft with Greta, Vanessa, this boy Ze'ev, Gavin, and Davy and Tobey. Davy and Tobey were originall in a kyak. but after the first like 5 minutes, they had somehow tied it to our raft, and Tobey was lounging in the kyak. Davy climbed onto our raft. I guess i kind of flirted with him...He pushed me off SO MANY TIMES. It was funny most of the times, but one which i thought was the funny-est was when him and Gavin set me up. Davy "pushed" Gavin off the raft, and then since they knew that i would help him come back up, he left him there. I(oblivius)attempted to help Gavin up. Then Davy came up behind me, and pushed me off. It was funny, although "not cool" because i was trying to help Gavin. However, Davy was very nice about getting me back on the raft again. He saw that rapids were comeing, and lifted me right out of the water.

After the riverrafting, we went rollerskating. At first, i fell on my butt a ton. then it got really fun. I really understood how to do it. Me and Davy had a fun time; he kept on saying how he was a "Natural" and he was so good at all sports he tried. It was fun. We really bonded on thursday. Me and Davy; i mean. Anyway, thank you! bye!!!

-Lena

Oregon!!

Hello
i ak very very sorry that i haven't posted in so long. I feel quite bad about it, since future me has will not know about what i did on like three days. I don't think anybody actually reads this blog, but i think that i will continue writing it anyway. I had a blog in 5th grade, and n ow that i look back on it, i think about how cute i was back then. It is weird. I am just thinking about what i will think to myself. Now i will explain to you the reason for my writing so urgently today. I am going to Oregon with my family tomorrow, and i will be gone for a whole week. I don't think that i am allowed to bring my computer, so i will not be allowed to write. But i will write as soon as i get back, if i'm not too tired. Until then

See you after Oregon!!

The Theater in Ashland based off the Globe

-Lena

Fight or Flight

hello
today my post nees to be quite short. But i will tell you how the story unfolded(which you are probably dying to know)with the tragedy of the forgotten uniform. Anyway, today at lunhc, coach Kimberly came to talk to me.  Now i thought that it would take about 5 minutes, so i let her run a little bit onto english. then. when i saw that it was going to take longer than that, i tryed to leave but she wouldn't let me. She just droned on and on and on and on. It was horrible. I just stared stright ahead, and said
"uh huh"
"i know"
"thank you"
"yeah"
it was horrible
But yeah. that is how it unfolded. i missed the english quiz, and so now i have to make it up at linch. Grr. Also, something quite funny hapened today
i was at the orthodontists, and we were just sitting and talking about how i only needed to lose 3 more baby teeth and then i'd get braces and a retainer, abd then my tooth fell out. It was hilarious.

ta ta for now

-Lena

The Tragedy of the Forgotten Uniform

Today has been pretty okay day. We had erbs(ERB)all morning. They were alright. The thing that really sticks out in my head about today, though, is the fact that y volleyball coach is completely crazy.I'll tell you the story.
So this morning, i was actually thinking about our game today. I got together my volleyball stuff, putting it in my school bag, which i put on the small ledge that i put stuff on when i want to remember. But i didn't remember, and so at school, i didn't have my volleyball uniform. So i go up to tell my coach, and instead of attempting to think like a normal person, she just kind of flips out and yells at the whole team that we wouldn't survive two days in a desert. How is that related? But anyway, i tried to ask the sport director, but he'd already left school. So, since i'm on JV, i asked her if i could borrow one of the Varsity people's uniforms. Not only did she tell me no, but she also began yelling at me, and told me that i was not playing that game. So i called my mom and went home. My coach told me to stay, but i didn't listen. Would you have listened?

Thanks for reading!

-Lena

Amazaing Play #2

i know that you guys have heard enough about my play, but i just wanted to say htta it was pretty good yesterday. My friend Grace and I had to split the part, so Grace did act 1, and i id act 2. We were both happy. Anyway, Grace did ok, although her and Alice skipped this one part that was kind of important but not really important. I was good too, except for there is this part at the end where Minnie is supposed to have a wedding dress, and Grace was being self-centered and saying that she should get the dress. Thanlfully, Alice intervene and slowley explained to Grace that since i was the most recent Minnie, i should get the dress. It makes sense. Grce can be really really self-centered and annoying. She is generally bug-full sometimes. Anyway, thats about my play.
Thanks for reading!

-Lena

Esmerelda's Party

did i ever tell you guys about Esmerelda?
i don't think i did. But i will now. Esmerelda is the autistic girl in my class. She had huge glasses, that make her eyes look even bigger than they are, and buck teeth. also, she is a pokemon master. her brain just runs on a different wavelength than everyone else's. But everyone diagnoses autism as one thing, where in reality, i think that its a combinations of many different symptoms, that doctors and therapist diagnose as one thing to make medication easier. But anyway, yesterday, Esmerelda turned thirteen. At my school, when you turn thirteen, people usually have dance parties. Esmerelda did. It was pretty good. People danced and that stuff. Tomica and Vannessa weren't there, which was (if i may say so) really nice. They didn't act exclusive or anything(liek they usually do when they're at parties). It was nice. Afterwards, everybody got picked up. I was supposed to be taking Rena and Ezra, these twins in our class home with me, driving them home. So my dad didn't know that it ended at 9:30, so he got there at about 10. Also, these guys in my class, Tom and Davy, were also staying later, because Tom's dad also didn't know that it ended at 9:30. So we were all talking, and then Davy asked me:
"So Lena, tell me, did you, or did you not like Gavin last year?" (last year, i liked this boy Gavin in our class. )
"um....sure"
"when?"
"mostly the first half of the year, when we sat next to each other in science"
"oh" and then he kind of made things embarrasing for me, because he knew that i liked him too last year. So he says to Tom
"and then she saw Davy...and she swooned" . It was awkward. But then we just continued talking. during the party, i was telling Liza and Tasha about how my friend said that the bigger a boy's feet, the bigger his "" is. Anyway, i went around looking at people feet for a while. But anyway, they were talking about shoe sizes after that...and i was putting my face in my hands
Good chat

thanks for reading

-Lena