Cherriez's blog

Okay, so I lost the spelling bee. So what? Here's the so what: I was siting quietly on my chair dreading my next turn. (I had already been up twice.) When they called my name, yes as the title reads I lost the spelling bee and yes, this was the round and my word was S-W-A-L-L-O-W. Easy, right?

Here's the thing, as I got up from the bench to go to the microphone when the kid who would eventually get in 2nd place started snapping and mouthing HURRY UP-HURRY UP-HURRY UP. And then he started to act like he was really bored. That's when I got super nervous and started shaking and my palms started sweating. And I just thought, Should't he be disqualified? It seemed that no one else noticed him, so I went up and spelled it wrong. And I'll probably go cry at home and eat ice-cream. But 6th place is all right? Right?

Up here in Alaska it can be hard to find good fruit, especially oranges or pears.

I love pears, even though sometimes, I get one that's rock-hard or even toos mushy. Oranges though? I personally love orange juice because it reminds me of the sun and I smile.

I smile because we only get three months of summer and sometimes it rains. But sometimes the actual oranges can be gross and mushy like orange oatmeal inside of a shell. Sometimes, it smells as though it's gone off.

The oranges we get at school are okay, but each piece has a skin on it and it tastes like paper. Then when you get past that, the seeds are everywhere! To me it's like eating whole fingernails.

So yeah. I pretty much avoid oranges and try to stick to orange juice.

Today we are learning how to post links and websites and I've decided I wanted to post a link to a short story based on Homer's Odyssey. Ta-da! What do you think? I like it. It's a pretty blue.

Have your pipes frozen? Is your tongue stuck to some metal? Is your car having trouble starting?
Well lately the weather has been as cold as 40 below, and everyone here in Alaska are having troubles like that. We're cold, we're bored and we still have to go to school.

When we do go to school we are not forced to go outside. Instead we are allowed to go to the library, gym, stay in the classroom, or we can walk a mile. Walk a mile is an option where a group of people walk around the school with an adult and essentially walk a mile.

Today I went to the library and I helped our AMAZINGLY SUPER NICE librarian find lost books off the shelves and organize the library. Anyway, my dad and my brother and I were waiting for my mom to get home from work and bring home groceries. As we waited we got worried because she gets off work at five-thirty and it was now six-thirty. Dad ended up calling her and she explained that she was stuck at Fred Meyers and would be home soon.

One time I was walking a friend to school and when she saw me she said "WHOA!! You must have gotten some sleep with that hair!"

I ignored her but I couldn't tune out her statement. The more I thought about it, the more I worried. Some people didn't remember their dreams, but now I couldn't even remember my morning? I kept trying to but I couldn't gather my thoughts enough to even see myself eat breakfast! I was so caught up when suddenly I realized I was alone.

I kept walking, thinking, "She is mad at me for not talking while I was so consumed. Ugh! Life certainly was rough." Enh, I'd explain later. I reached the hedge that surrounded the school and stepped back preparing for takeoff when suddenly I was plunged into a warm, moist, blue area and realized I was flying! Horrified but a little smug I saw the top of the school.

This is my third blog on my pets. Now we've given our bird, Sonny, a new home because no one in my family had the time to give her the attention she needed to make her a good pet bird. At first it was hard to talk to the people about giving Sonny away because she always seemed like an immovable object. Even now it seems like she'll still come back. But I know that we gave her to a good home and to a nice family, so I guess that's okay.

I know this might sound mean, but I'm kind of glad that we gave her away because she always bit us. Well, except for my mom. Which of course is perfectly fair because she has been around birds her whole life. SPOILER ALERT! MY NEXT POST WILL BE ABOUT MY MOUSE! Don't worry; it's my last pet.

Okay it's winter here in Alaska and there is almost no moisture in the air so my skin is very dry. My whole family and I were getting headaches and bloody noses so we turned on a humidifier and that helped a little but my skin was still dry, so in a hope it would help my skin I put on this lotion that comes in a little snowman bottle.

It smelled so good I thought it had to work, and it did, but I had to take it off my hands because I kept dropping stuff on my feet. At first I dropped smaller things like a spoon and a plastic cup. Then, I dropped one of my brother's shoes on my pinky toe, and I tried to get it (the lotion) off; problem was I couldn't. I tried everything hot water and cold water it was like a slimy, wet rubber coating on the outside of my hand. I ended up soaking my hand for thirty minutes and finally got it off.

It's soooo cold here, and so early too! It's pretty much the coldest November I've had in my seven years of Alaska. That's why it's so important to bundle up in hats, gloves, boots, snow pants or long underwear, not to mention the most important, a comfortable coat.

It's strange to hear other people's opinions on our weather because littler kids think we live on an iceberg with a couple of igloos which is not true. We actually have warm summers and lots of sunshine.

It's warmer now but just a day ago it was -38 degrees Fahrenheit. I was constantly making hot chocolate. But one time we ran out! I ended up trying Tang, which tasted nasty. I've learned two things recently: Tang is nasty, and BUNDLE UP!

Probably all of you have pets and if you don't then you might have had one before. Well, I have a cat and his name is Manny. When we adopted him we tried to think of a new name for him, but Manny kinda just stuck. We have never had a big pet in our house before, only small ones like a bird or fish, so I was scared he would bite and scratch.

Turns out I was worried for absolutely nothing. Even though my cat is huge, he is so gentle, he hates walking on bare skin, he only watches our bird instead of biting her, and he loves to eat.

Our cat weighs twenty four pounds, but believe it or not, he isn't fat; it's all muscle. Also, Manny is so cute and sweet he does anything you ask him to.

You guys have probably heard of Time for Kids. Well, if you haven't it's a kid's version of TIME magazine. I'm going to write about an article in it that I think was an important article. Should kids be allowed on social networking sites? I think they should be allowed on some - not Facebook or Twitter - but child appropriate networking sites. What do you think?

"Stop! Oh great, now I've done it!"
"Aaaaaaaand there it goes," Jenny said as the bus pulled away. Jenny knew she couldn't break her perfect attendance record, so she ran after it with school papers flying and all. Suddenly an old-fashioned car came racing toward her. She tried to see the driver but in a shocking realization she became aware that she was alone.

There was no driver. Not a sound. Dead silence.

And right, as the car hit... It was gone. She was alone, on the ground and she was hallucinating. She raced back to her house terrified that she would see something else.

Jenny never made it to school.

She never made it to school because when she got there she knew she was not alone. Something was in there with her. Then she saw it... The man covered in blood. He was just as she remembered him, terrifyingly tall and black in his horrible suit and blood-stained tie.

"Hmmm. Mommy is there any juice left? I don't know swe...."

The painful flashback of her mother's death was truly terrifying, but it ended with that very man. "I don't what y-you want!" Jenny was crying now. She knew death was coming for her.

"This is my house; get out!" Jenny was so petrified that she was brain-dead and couldn't move. So the man took out a knife and stabbed her in the heart. And, she was dead.

My name is cherriez. I was born on June 16, 2000, I was also born in Annapolis, Maryland. Funny thing is, Link was born in the same place, same year, and eight years later we magically ended up in the same place, Fairbanks, Alaska. I think that Maryland must’ve been a pretty good place to live considering that most of my family pictures or, solo pictures are there.

My mom, whom I love dearly, was a photographer but now works at the hospital. My dad, whom I also love dearly, is a sales associate. My brother is still in school, and based on the fact I’m writing to you today, so am I. I’m not counting this as an introduction because of the fact I’ve already started.

In 2004 I started preschool for the first time ever in a new school. Kindergarten was probably the scariest year of my life, because everyone looks, acts and feels forty years older than you.after a while though, I warmed up to the fact that school can be fun sometimes. Whether it was the
wacky dance we did where you stuck out your tongue, spun around in circles and yelling ATUNIE-TA ATUNI-TA, or the constant laughter and friendliness that got me making more friends.

When I was nine the best week of my life happened... WE WENT TO HAWAII!! While we were there we went to the Polynesian Cultural Center, went to a show, had a luau and so many other things I’d have to get out my camera to remember them all! my favorite thing I did was either go out shopping, (We had a mall in our hotel!) or spending time by the pool not having to worry about schoolwork or chores for a relaxing and fun week.

If you're reading this and you're an adult you know how good it feels to finally be on top whether (some school’s vary from town to town) 6th, 7th or 8th grade, it’s awesome to finally say, “Next year I’m outta here!” Well that’s what I get to say this year. I’m hoping it’s all it’s cracked up to be. (My brother “cracked” it up. I guess) Sadly, I still have six more years until college.

My name is Cherriez. I was born on June 16, 2000, I was also born in Annapolis, Maryland. Funny thing is, Michael Walsh was born in the same place, same year, and eight years later we magically ended up in the same place, Fairbanks, Alaska. I think that Maryland must’ve been a pretty good place to live considering that most of my family pictures or, solo pictures are there.

My mom, who I love dearly, was a photographer but now works at the hospital. My dad, who I also love dearly is a sales associate. My brother is still in school, and based on the fact I’m writing to you today, so am I. I’m not counting this as an introduction because of the fact I’ve already started.

In 2004 I started preschool for the first time ever in a new school. Kindergarten was probably the scariest year of my life, because everyone looks, acts, and feels forty years older than you. After a while, though, I warmed up to the fact that school can be fun sometimes. Whether it was the
wacky dance we did where you stuck out your tongue, spun around in circles and yelling ATUNIE-TA ATUNI-TA, or the constant laughter and friendlieness that got me making more friends.

When I was nine the best week of my life happened... WE WENT TO HAWAII!! While we were there we went to the Polynesian Cultural Center, went to a show, had a luau and so many other things I’d have to get out my camera to remember them all! My favorite thing I did was either go out shopping, (We had a mall in our hotel!) or spending time by the pool not having to worry about schoolwork or chores for a relaxing and fun week.

if you're reading this and you're an adult you know how good it feels to finally be on top whether (some school’s vary from town to town) 6th, 7th or 8th grade, it’s awesome to finally say, “Next year I’m outta here!” Well that’s what I get to say this year. I’m hoping it’s all it’s cracked up to be. (my brother “cracked” it up. I guess) Sadly, I still have six more years until college.