Confession Tuesday

1. I hate boys who think they can get any girl they want, and they are actually not cute. Don’t be such a player and be a little more sensitive, maybe with that you could get a girl.

1. I hate when boys say something behind you back or share a secret with some other friends but when you ACCIDENTALLY say some secret of theirs to one of their best friends they go nuts. Not fair, and it drives me crazy.

1. I hate when people say something with out knowing the story behind it. If you are going to gossip something, first of all get your facts straight and second of all when they catch you accept it and don’t start making another story to cover it up.

1. I stalk everyone on facebook. I check everything, I don’t know why but its just so interesting. Ask me anything on facebook and I’ll tell you when it happened.

1. When I hear Justin Bieber’s songs I imagine that he is singing it to me. I know, I know...a little weird but I just love him so much!

1. When I heard that Justin Bieber and the “baby” girl where making out on the car I got so depressed that I didn’t even want to eat.

1. I always wondered why did Mrs. Medows called me FireFly....

Wider and Wider

Chatting, BBM, Facebook

too busy in my own world.

Too busy to look at you

or pay attention.

The distance between you

and me

growing wider and wider

everyday.

We don’t talk

anymore

We don’t laugh together

anymore.

Someone tell me,

what’s going on.

Is it me?

Is it you?

You ask me to play

I say no.

You ask for my attention

I say I’m busy.

You leave, sad and disappointed.

And I regret what did.

Why can’t we get along?

We did fine

when we where younger.

I go to your room

you’re watching football.

I ask how’s school

but you ignore me

you avoid me

and wave good-bye.

The our relationship

weaker and weaker.

Brother, I want to

be the same as before

I want to laugh with you

I’ll promise

I’ll change

if you change

too.

Hey Coach, Why Don’t you Run Too?

Why are P.E. coaches always fat or over weight? It’s just abhorrent to me. They are supposed to be the example of us by being affable or something, it doesn’t make sense that they are fat. That means that you are not exercising at all or they eat like a pig. What is the message that they are giving us? That they chose this job just because you like to watch us suffer doing what you should do? It’s just not right. And then they make us run twice as much as what they should run! It’s like “Hey if you like to make us run so much, why don’t you try it?

But life is full of questions, also one of them is: Why do we even have to have P.E.? I entreat for this answer, it haunt me all the time! I feel a profound hate toward this class. If we want to be fat we can be fat. Its our choice! Like i said in my last Confession Tuesday, Its P.E. class for crying out load, not the freaking olympics! I think they are so irascible all the time is because they are frustrated of their fatness. And the worst part is that when you actually try to participate, no body pass you the ball and then the coaches put you a zero for not participating. But thats a little out of subject.

The point is, WHY CAN’T THEY GET IN SHAPE?! They are trying to get us in shape, and have they look them selfs in the mirror. Like “Honey, you need exercise not us.” But again we wouldn’t have to deal with this is there was no P.E. Don’t take amiss this tirade, I just wanted to impel this off my chest.

My Confessions

1. P.E. coaches, specially coach Henter. Its so annoying when then want you to participate and run and kick the ball and then give you a zero for not participating. Well, excuse me but nobody passed me the ball! A little tip, this is P.E. class --for crying out laud-- not the freaking olympics! And by the way, not every one is a sport star.

1. When you arrive at 8:01 at school and you are late. One minute late is not going to make a difference. Its not like in one minute you are going to lose the whole entire lesson....

1. Back to P.E., why do we even have to have P.E.? If you want to be fat its your choice. Its like telling someone that they have to look like a model to succeed in life. Well, I think its unfair, if you want to be fat you have the right to be fat!

1. Why can’t we go to Pan&Canela after school? First of all its not like someone is going to rape us or something just by crossing the street and if they try to, there are a lot of people watching and I’m sure they will call the police. Second, school is over. Its not their responsibility anymore of where are we.

1. When people put on facebook or on BMM “@___________”. WE DON’T CARE! We don’t care if you are on a soccer game, we don’t care if you are doing homework, we don’t care if you are arriving to school, we don’t care if you are pooping! WE DON’T CARE! We are not your personal stalkers to be informed in everything you are doing!

1. I hate when my parents compare me to other kids. I am your daughter! How would they feel if I compared me to another parents? Not good, so then don’t do it! And besides you only compare the good stuff but if you would really get to know hat person....

1. I love when I’m in a really bad mood and someone just randomly makes me laugh and it makes my day.

1. I love to bother _____ and ______ by saying “what a nice couple” or “cuties!” when they are not even dating but they where and people can’t get over it.

1. I love to be hipper in P.E. It just feels like doing anything and you don’t care what your doing until coach tells you to stop but you just can’t your self.

1. I hate boys who act differently just to be popular or when they are around their girl friends, its like dude shut-up.

1. I hate when people hate celebrities, you don’t even know them or their inner problems. You just stereo type and think they are like that but I bet that ShowBiz twist a lot of stories around.

I Stood Nervoulsy

I stand in front of the audience,

my hands shaking uncontrollably

getting sweaty and sweaty.

Everything becomes blurry

as I grab the microphone

to say my speech,

my too-well-practiced speech

Why am I so nervous?

I had done this millions of times.

This time its different

but I can’t figure out why.

All the students

looking, waiting

impatiently.

“Just stick to the speech

everything will be fine”

I repeat.

I try to shake my anxiety

away, far away

but its too comfortable

and wants to stay.

I could finally speak

and say my speech.

As I finished I felt

the big waste in my shoulders

gone, gone for good.

And I could breath normally again.

Sometimes you think

something is easier than

you where expecting for

until you realize that

you can’t take things for granted.

12:43 p.m. “So the winner is

Patty Pataro for president!”

the speakers announced

I jumped with joy, I could’t belive it

I won

Shampoo, It Has To taste Good...

When I was five years old, I loved shampoos since they smelled so good. So I said to myself that if it smelled that good it was probably going to taste even better.

I approached the bathroom and looked around to see if my mom wasn't looking. I remember she saying something that it wasn't good to eat shampoo, it will give you a bad stomach ache. I ignored it, I had too much curiosity. I carefully opened the shampoo bottle and took a big sniff. So yummy.

I took a gulp, waiting for the wonderful taste I was expecting for. But instead I threw the gulp out. I had never tasted anything as horrible as that. How could anything that smelled so good could taste that bad?

"Patricia, are you coming" mom said waiting for me.

"Yes mommy, wait for me!" I responded as nothing had happend

Confession Tuesday

Everyone has a confession. Good, bad or in other cases its better not to tell. But mine is something I need, I have to get out of my chest: 5thgraders are out of control. I don't know who the hell they think they are to 1) comment on my pictures in facebook, 2) start talking to me, and 3) start insulting me.

This girl, Julia DoPrado, who suddenly started commenting pictures of my pictures in facebook and started giving me like 100 notifications in a day. One day I came up to her and send her an inbox saying, "Can you please stop comment in my pictures infacebook? I don't even know you and its really bothering me."

She answered back saying "Ugh, if it bothers you so much you might as well delete me. NO, WAIT. I'LL DELETE YOU. BETTER LIKE THAT UGH."

I replayed saying "Who the hell do you you think you are to be saying stuff like that to me? Just don't comment on my pictures is that so hard for a 10 year-old girl to do?"

Then all of a sudden she starts telling me that I'm so mean and that all of my friends are nicer than me (not true, all my friends think the same. I was the first one to tell her in face). She alsothreatened me that she will never invite me to anything (like of I cared). When I see her at school she makes a frown and leaves like if she was more important than me. I don't know what is up to the 5th graders this year, maybe they just want attention or maybe they just think they are now grown-ups because they just moved in to middle school (which they are totally not). I know that when i was in 5th, I would never dare to do that to a 7th grader.

I just hope that next year, the new 5thgraders would be more down to earth and a little more mature.

Disapiontment

I walked into my room. I saw the curtains; they were not what I was expecting. I was not gratified. I saw the rest of the room, all pink –the pillows, the curtains, and the blankets— this was not the way I wanted my room. I had specifically said I didn’t want it all the same color. My face became red and my temper started rising to an angry level. I was definitively not pounding at that point. Not thinking before acting, I looked at the curtains rushed to them and started to pluck them until they finally broke. I grabbed them and threw them to the floor as a loudly screamed. I was so angry, but so angry. The last thing I remember was falling as sleep and then waking up by my mother.

Bieber Fan

I don't know what to confess about so I guess I'll right about my obsession right now, Justin Bieber.

At first I didn't really pay attention to his new fame, at some point I started to hear some of the first songs he realised --One Time, One Less Lonly Girl, and Love me-- nothing out of this world. A little catchy and by just hearing the lyrics you could fall in love with this guy but nothing I would die for.

Until one day, when I was sick and missed school, I had nothing to do but to wait for it to be 3-0-clock and call my friends to ask what the homework was. I started to go on google and check out Justin Bieber's new video, "Baby". The music was catchy but the lyrics where what made my heart skipp a beat. He appierd and I could no longer breath. His dirty-blond hair thrown to a side, him singing the lyrics and you could really tell he meant what he sang. I was absolutely, dramatically and irrevocably in love. I had gotten the flue, Bieber Fever. There was nothing I could do, my heart was already taken by this dirty-blonded hansom looking guy.

I started stalking this guy more and more and my love for Justin Bieber became stronger and stronger. Until at one point I knew everything about him and added him up on every account I had. Suddenly the only thing I could think about was him; at classes, home, doing homework and even talking with friends. Every time I go to YouTube, I hear at least two songs of him a day. I got so obsessed I have him on twitter and facebook and everyday I right on my hand "I love Justin Bieber <3".>

I probably know what your thinking, "what makes me special from all the other girls that love Justin Bieber as much as me?" I guess not much. But what can I do, there is no hope on me. Justin Bieber has stole my heart.

Not Anymore

"Patricia, Patricia, wake-up." Mom said as she pulled my arm back and forth.

"What?" I said half as sleep.

"Honey, wake-up." she said

I opened my eyes and saw my mom sitting in bed next to me. What happened?

"Patty, Bia(the nick name I have for my great-grandmother) died yesterday." mom said.
the world stopped for a few seconds as I quickly stood up and looked at her in shock.

"What?!" Was the only thing I could manege to say.

"Yes." she said, her voice cracking."Remember that I told you she was not feeling well this couple of months, well she got worst and died yesterday in the after noon." She said as she burst into tears.

I didn't move or cry, it just had not hit me yet. I just kept asking questions of how this all happened and how did she know. Until later that evening at church where we where doing the nine days that you have to do when some one dies it finally hit me. I started thinking of all the great memories we had together and how I won't be able to see anymore.

Not anymore, not anymore. She's not coming back, she's gone for good. I won't see her anymore. No more "mommy when is Bia coming to visit" or she seeing me anymore, or we laughing at memories and great stories she told me. Not anymore, Not anymore. All is gone and it ain't coming back. Never again.

I cried and cried every time stronger and hugged my dad while more and more tears rolled through me cheek.

I won't see her again, not anymore.

George (of Mice and Men)

George, trying its hard to keep Lenie safe
Everyday he lies more and more
trying to keep lennie out of trobel
trying to keep him
where there is no danger
where there is no fear.
Lennie likes puppys,
rabbits, girls and mice
he likes to grab things
to touch them and touch them
but he doesn't control his strength
and hold on and on
until he can't anymore
His intelectual capicity
is not much help
"I been good George,
I been good,
not done anything bad"
he tells George everytime.
George always by his side
time by time
Lennie has hope, strength
and belives in George.
Never doubting and
trusting him each
and everytime.