Ideas wanted!

Hello Hamesha! I'm afraid there's been a drought and my idea faucet is dry. Please give me Ideas by writing comments on this blog!

Sand castles

Two weeks ago, there was a sand castle building contest in capitola beach. We had entered last year and gotten 4th place for building the Taj Mahal. We were going to try to build it even better this year. At least, the grown ups were. The kids went off to build a little mermaid. While the moms were carving the sea girl, the kids were playing in the water. I tried digging one of my tunnels, which was only about 2 feet long. It was destroyed. This occured again and again about 3 times until I gave up and started to just dig down and diagonally, like this.

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A few kids wondered what I was doing, but they couldn't figure it out, not that I expected them to. After digging in this way for about 3 feet down, I collapsed the tunnel, therefore making a downward slant in the opposite direction. Then I started to dig that way. I had made a chair by digging instead of building. (Ingenious, huh?) Then I collapsed the part of the tunnel which I had been digging and buried myself up to my stomach. My mom called me and a squirmed out. I walked back and found the kids striving to protect the finished Taj Mahal from the waves. I joined in and we worked on walls until the judges were finished judging. Then we destroyed the Monument by jumping on it and playing "King of the Hill." It had been an exiting, yet exhausting day. I wonder if my chair is still there...

If Saachi and I switched places...

If Saachi and I were shot into a worm hole which caused us to switch ages, our lives would probably switch too. Instead of her asking me for advice, I would be the one pleading for help. On the other hand, I would only have to do the spoons while she did all the groceries, dishes and laundry. I would have a measly 30 minutes of homework and then reading as she did 2 and a half hours of homework. Then again, she would probably be asking me do play board games all the time, and I would have to decline for fear of her inevitable victory. At dinner, when we were having a family discussion, she would be the one who didn’t speak up. Of course, I would be the “squeaky wheel” who, in our family, doesn’t always “get the grease.” All in all, our “yeah”s and our “boo”s almost cancel out, leaving me just as cheerful as usual.

Warning: Saachi's Stuffed Animals!

Those of you who have bravely ventured into the "jungle of the Three-bed room" have seen the menagerie of no less (but maybe more) than 42 stuffed animals . You have come face to face with velcro-hand monkeys, life size pets, and everything from ferocious alligators to Hogwarts owls. I have seen the many wars that have been fought by the cats and dogs(the dogs always win of course). I have witnessed tropical parakeets frolic with "the Bear family." And to all who dare enter this savage labyrinth, "BEWARE!" HA! HA! HA! HA! HA... I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Anyway, I would like to have everyone comment on this blog and tell me how far we can let the Stuffed animal disease spread. Thank you.

School

Of course, we had lots of traffic going to school. At the entrance to the parking lot, there was a line of 20 or so cars outside the area. Inside, there were about 50, more or less. All my teachers were nice and pleasant, even my Spanish teacher. (We've had a history of not-so-nice Spanish teachers, in general.) I went through the confusing day, trying to figure out where on Earth all the classes were. You probably know the infinitely embarrasing feeling when you come into class late. Everyone is working and then you come in. Everybody, including the teacher, who gives you a stern look and then acts affable, stares at you for about 2 seconds and then gets back to work while the teacher deals with you. Luckily, I was only late for one class, and the teacher was actually very understanding. It was LA(Language Arts) At the end of the day, I had aquired 2 hours of homework! I know. That's not much for a 7th grader but I guess we got off lucky. :)
The second day was exactly like the first other than the fact that no one was lost this time. I have asked lots of people, and they tell me that 7th grade is hard, 8th grade is harder, and that high school is better than either of the former. My World Studies teacher, Mr. Zetterquist, told us his perspective. He allowed as to that teachers were as eager to get back to summer as the students, and that he just thought of every day of going to school as another day closer to summer! :) It does make school seem nicer. School, the dark lair of the "Yellow and Green Monster of Rusted Steel", isn't as bad as I thought it would be.