The Month of October

October really is a very special month. Not only is it the month of my birthday, but it also is two other special friend’s birthday. Today is the 5th and the 5th is… BHAVYA’s BIRTHDAY! Happy birthday!

So now here is a little post describing her. If you find anything that I’m missing about her, just tell me.

She is the strangest girl possible. (In a nice way). It is impossible to stay beside her without having some fun. Whatever she says is smart and is said at the right moment. She makes you laugh, happy, or whatever other good feeling, at the exact moment when you need it. She shares everything she has if you ask for it because she knows you won’t break it, or destroy it or loose it. Since she doesn’t eat much you get to eat her food… YAY!!! She is the kind of friend that is always loyal and is always there to help you. Those are a few descriptions, or truths about friends that I think they should have:

*Even if you are far away, the letter from that friend always puts your mood up on a dull day.

*Friends share things that people who don’t share a good friendship only can ignore; another language, a code.

*If you yell, than everyone will hear you, whisper, than only the ones that are close to you will hear, stay silent, only your friend will be able to read what you feel.

*A real friend is one that is there for you when they could be somewhere else.

*A friend is someone with whom we can be ourselves.

*A friend knows who you really are so that you cannot and do not have to hide anything from them.

*I will be there is the best promise a friend can make.

*A friend is the one that helps you up when the others bring you down.

Yes, all of that and there is more, is what true friends are, and Bhavya fits in that category. Everything she does for you is the best she can do.

Happy birthday once again, Bhavya!  

“A Disability is Really no Disability, it Makes People More Unique..”

Check this out guys Bhavya wrote it and she’s going to write more.

“Down Syndrome is a genetic disease also known as Trisnomy 21.  Where the 21st pair of chromosomes has 3 chromosomes. Medically Down syndrome is known as Trisomy 21 because it’s the 21st chromosome that is affected; it’s also the most common type of trisomy. Below is a karyotype of a person with Down Syndrome: 

Because of the extra genetic material it causes delays in physically and mentally. It occurs in 1 of 800 births.

The physical and mental well being with Down Syndrome, can vary from child to child. Though kids with Down syndrome tend to share certain physical features such as a flat facial profile, an upward slant to the eyes, small ears, a single crease across the center of the palms, and an enlarged tongue. A doctor can usually tell if a newborn has the condition through a physical exam.”

That’s only the beginning though and there is more to read about. It will be completly done on Wednesday and here is the link to read more. Seriously check it out, cause it’s really good and important for you to know.

http://childrenrspecial.wordpress.com/ 

The Bridges

I spent the last few weeks working on a computer project. We were supposed to build a bridge. We were seperated in groups of three. I was with Lyra and another classmate. Our bridge was just so beautiful. Lyra gave the wonderful idea of building a type of little house that would serve as a tunnel for our car to pass. Of course, I agreed, and my other classmate built it; team work of course. Lyra gives the idea, I agree or not, and the other classmate builds it.

Today we were supposed to see how much weight our birdge could hold. All bridges held at least 5 kilos I think and held it for at least 0.49 seconds. Of course it didn’t work so well for our bridge. It was only able to hold the bucket which was supposed to hold the little weight things. It crashed into a bunch of wood pieces. Only the little house was left so we immediatly garbbed it away from the wreck of our once beautiful bridge.

Just to make things better, our teacher showed us the pictures she had taken from the projects and groups. Of course, as always, there was the ugliest picture of the world with me on it. (Lyra and I were the ugly part but me the most). It was just so embarassing.

CIP – Once Again

Tuesday was CIP. Again, we went to Lar da Criança Feliz. Lyra and I continued taking care of the babier from 0 to 2. As soon as we arrived one cute blond kid of 2 I think ran towards me and jumped in my arms. Lyra and I looked at each other laughing. Last time we came that kid was the one that had fallen asleep on her. I hadn’t even spoken to her.

Lyra grabbed another kid and we both had fun making baby noises and playing with whatever they found fun; dolls, pots, slides etc… That’s when someone got the marvelous idea to take them to the play ground. So we did so, and there we were, four teenagers, and a little less than ten kids to take care off. One of them, thankfully was 4 and was too smart for her age and took care of some. We went up the slides that were much to high for them to go alone and sat with them on our laps to slide down. We had to do that three or four times before they got tired of it and go to the little turning thing where they sat and we held them and turned it. That was the most tyiring. We ended up having a terrible back pain. You know what I’m talking about right, Lyra?

I never thought that taking care of adorable toddlers would be so tyring. We were litterally zombies when we went back to school.

WTF?

Yeah, the title is the perfect description of how I felt when I recieved an unexpected phone call yesterday morning.

I had happily woken up, ready for another long but hopefully fun day when the phone rang. I didn’t pay attention to it, I just waited for my sisters or mom to answer it. Some how, by some magical miracle, the person on the phone wanted to speak to me. My little sister had answered the phone and was climbing up the stairs to pass it to me. I kept asking her to ask who it was while my older sister told her to ask, “Is who” (with a terrible French accent). She managed to ask, “Who is” (with a terrible French accent too.) I garbbed the phone from her expecting to hear Lyra’s voice on the phone.

I was surprised when the voice talking to me wasn’t Lyra. the voice asked me to guess who it was and I couldn’t find an answer. But then the voice laughed and I was like “Oh my God, oh my God!” It was Bhavya’s vocie on the phone, she was calling me all the way from Singapor when the last time she had called me or I had was probably more than two years ago. I can imagine my face at that time; it must have been something similar to this: , yeah, just like that. I still am surprised. Of course, she laughed at me when she heard me say, “what? Is this a joke?”, and of course it wasn’t.

I have to say, Bhavya, that you have a gift for surprises, oh yes you have. You are a complete freak in that!

Rainy Days

There are many ways of thinking about rain. I tend to think of rain as something good even though the description is not exactly applied to me. Just imagine the following:

You’ve come back from school. It was a bad day, really ad actually; bad grades, fights with friends, found a bug in your food, you tripped and smashed yourself on a teacher etc… And then it starts rainning. First thought, right, that’s because my day wasn’t bad enough. But then the heat of the day that almost killed you starts to dissip, and it cools down your house. Than the lighting and thunder starts and you think, oh no, now the impossible noise starts. But then you think, well, this would be a good time to watch a nice movie with my family. So you go choose a movie that everyone likes where there is drama, and comedy, and terror; a bit of everything, for everyone. That’s when your mom decides to cook something good and warm for all of you. You sit in front of the TV and put the movie on. Your mom brings up some delicious food she made with love and brings you hit chocolate or whatever warm drink you like. The movie starts and the thunder stopped but it’s cold and you’re freezing in your cozy pajamas. You think, ha, and now that everything was going well, I’m gonna have to watch that movie freezing! But your dog comes up on the couch beside you and… brings you a cover! He lies down beside you and the heat of his body warms you up as well as the thick cover you’ve thrown over you so that only your nose and eyes are out. Everything seems nice and perfect until the lightening and tunder starts over, and than you think, oh crap, now the TV is not going to work anymore, but… you are wrong! The TV continues working perfectly well.

So, does this convince you (if you hate rain) that rain could be good? Doesn’t rain help the nice mood of happiness and family come? I think it does. It could look like a christmas day, all your family together, just replace snow by rain!

One Truth

Isn’t it true that you only discover how much you liked a place after you’re gone. Or you find out how much you loved those vacations after they’re over. You always find out how much you love something after you don’t have it anymore. Because of that we never get to enjoy what we have and where we are when we have it or when we are there. That is so annoying.

It’s also the same thing as this: you are so excited about something, and then once you get it, well, it’s suddenly not exciting anymore, so what should we do about that? Maybe in this case, we should never get something we longed for before, so that, that one thing stays exciting all your life.

Oh Well

One funny thing about this week and next week. I have two things for homework to due in total. Only two. But even like that it seems like I won’t have time to do anything and I’m stressed and annoyed. What’s my problem? I guess Lyra could answer that .

Oh well, people are strange.

Lyra, did you enjoy your guitar classes? I found them very interesting. Especially because of the fact that you learned to do stuff that Chloe still doesn’t know how to do because it is to hard for her. One day you might be a great guitar player. (Cough, cough).

September 11th

Just a small post.

This day isn’t just a normal day and I hope that everyone stopped a moment to think about what happened on this day 11th of September 2001. Just stop a minute to think of all the deaths and the families who lost a person special to them. Just think of how lucky you are to have a family and to have been safe at home in Brazil or wherever else you are when it happened.

Biology

So this is the thing. I have never been incredibly good at Bio, never. But until this year I never though Bio could be so stressful and that I could despise something so much. I started hating bio so much that each time I hear that name I need to hit something, even just seeing the teacher I feel like dying. 

The truth is, that the way the teacher works is not the way I do. I need to study one section at a time have a quiz on each section and then have a test on all sections. The problem with the teacher is that she gives three chapters to study (she doesn’t give the pages, you have to find out by yourself) and then she gives you quizzes everyday. Of course, for me, I study one section at a time so I can have a full understanding, but as I said before, there is a quiz everyday. Since she doesn’t care whether I can follow her or not, she doesn’t tell anyone about what the quiz will be about, so I have no idea what exactly I should study which means I have to study a gazillion pages and not understand anything because of the quantity. So ok, I get an F, fine. She invented something that she uses as an excuse to be harsh, quiz retakes. So there you go, you score above 30 and lower than 60, you can retake. So there’s more stress for you, more studying and spending 1:30 of your precious time that you need to use for other classes retaking a quiz. That seems ok though right?

The problem is that there is one more detail, you have to do quiz corrections. Again she doesn’t feel bad about giving you F’s and D’s because there are quiz corrections that are mandatory. They are graded out of five. You correct everything, putting as much information you can there, and spend 2 hours on it, when you have a bunch of stuff to do and study for. Once you’re done, you hand it in and when you get it back what do you get? An F again because it is out of 5 so if you get one wrong it’s a C and if you get two (my case) wrong, you get an F even if you spent 2 hours working on 20 questions. But again she doesn’t feel bad because you can correct it again. So the whole thing happens again and you end up getting a bunch of F’s even if you had an A- at first and just because you corrected your quiz and you got a D your grade goes lower. So how the hell does this thing help you?