Those "darling" times THEY call gym, I call death by running and sweating

Congrats! You just won a semester of gym! I know I hate those words: gym and semester. Sweat, showing off boys, and very girly girls.

Our teacher loves the concept: pacers make you healthy. No. No they don't. I have run and run and not run and I haven't seen any change in my weight. (Maybe it's because I haven't had gym since last year, but I doubt it.) Plus, when you're short and normal sized you have to ask yourself, "Is running really my thing?" I have the answer! Me: no. You: maybe. I don't know, I haven't met you!

But the fact is, running isn't the only measure of physical activity! I can ski, bike, and hike like nobodies business! Can you? Can you, Mr. teacher?

I also ask, can you really be graded on how well you throw a dodge ball? Apparently! I know I was amazingly over hyper and ready to play dodge ball! It's like paintball assassin, except with dodge balls!

It turns out that I don't have good aim or reflexes. Yay? I got pummeled- pummbled?- with dodge balls. Plus, all the guys are dancing around and shouting. Uggggh! Do they have to show off? If only I could hit one of them with a dodge ball. But, my aim is two feet off. Maybe I should aim two feet off and then I'll hit them! (That doesn't work)

Here ends the second post ever!

My Blog

Hello, I just started a blog and thought I should explain the name. I bet you get the one girl part, and of course you know the world is old. But, like politics, here comes a disagreement. Evolution or creation? Every person can argue they're right, and, before you go on, I should tell you, I'm a Christian, but that's not really what I'm hitting on... Well, as I said, you can argue your point, but the true and most real fact is that the Earth is old. Older than you AND much older than me. We can't argue that. If you did, well, don't.

Now, we are done with part 2 of my title, but I'm sure the next part will be quite as obvious, so to make it even MORE simple, here is a thingie to help explain it.

As children we don't share toys, as teens we don't share friends, but we do secrets, and as adults we don't share cars, houses, money, or jobs. So, all you people who say, "I don't act like a kid!" You do. I just proved it.

Now you must see that our world IS childish. We get mad over the stupidest things, we judge people, we are rude to people who help us, and we don't know what exactly friendship means.

So, dear blog readers, I may be just one girl, and I'm not going to change the world, but here are my experiences with human civilization.