The spelling bee was yesterday. I did okay, but I didn't do as well as I had hoped to. I got out in the ninth round, misspelling miscible. But seriously, what kind of a word is that? I think that they made up words in that round to get us all out.
A boy in the fourth grade won, and the runner up was the same fifth grader that got second place in the Geo Bee. I hope that this boy can win first place in a bee next year; I think he deserves it.
I'm sad that I didn't do as well as I wanted to in my last spelling bee, but I think it's really cool that fourth graders won both of the bees this year. It's really an amazing accomplishment.
At least I'll never misspell miscible again.
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Winter Break At Last!
I am finally on winter break. I'm so excited! I think that these next few weeks of rest are well earned.
My mom's taking me to New Orleans for a few days. She went to college and law school there, so she's going to show me all around.
A few days ago I made latkes. You know, potato pancakes fried in oil that we eat for Hanukkah. I've had so many that I'm kind of tired of them.
Actually, I'm excited that I'm on break, but I'm sad because I only have one more semester at my school and then I have to leave and go to a secondary school. I'll be really sad but it's inevitable because I've been there for 8 years and my school graduates in 6th grade.
I've watched Toy Story and Elf to the point where I can recite the whole script. I've made latkes and spinach soup and I helped make cranberry bread.
One more thing that I forgot:
I'm going to the school spelling bee, again. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) (See Jan. 15, 2011: "Can You Spell Awesome? I Can. C-U-P-C-A-K-E", as well as Dec. 14, 2009: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!")
I made alternate in the Geography Bee (see Dec. 18, 2009: "More Smart Stuff"), meaning if someone is out sick or something I'm in. (See Jan. 16, 2010: "Wassup Internet?")
My mom's taking me to New Orleans for a few days. She went to college and law school there, so she's going to show me all around.
A few days ago I made latkes. You know, potato pancakes fried in oil that we eat for Hanukkah. I've had so many that I'm kind of tired of them.
Actually, I'm excited that I'm on break, but I'm sad because I only have one more semester at my school and then I have to leave and go to a secondary school. I'll be really sad but it's inevitable because I've been there for 8 years and my school graduates in 6th grade.
I've watched Toy Story and Elf to the point where I can recite the whole script. I've made latkes and spinach soup and I helped make cranberry bread.
One more thing that I forgot:
I'm going to the school spelling bee, again. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) (See Jan. 15, 2011: "Can You Spell Awesome? I Can. C-U-P-C-A-K-E", as well as Dec. 14, 2009: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!")
I made alternate in the Geography Bee (see Dec. 18, 2009: "More Smart Stuff"), meaning if someone is out sick or something I'm in. (See Jan. 16, 2010: "Wassup Internet?")
Can You Spell Awesome? I Can. C-U-P-C-A-K-E.
Remember how last year, yours truly went to her school spelling bee and got out in the 3rd round? *Pauses dramatically to let audience have a big thought bubble about it.* If you don't, here is when I was so very excited.
This year, I was in the spelling bee. I was the only girl from my grade this time. I spelled a handful of words correctly. I missed narrate. My school does double elimination. I watched as the rounds went by and weeping fourth graders walked off to join their class, and glum sixth graders were patted on the back by their peers. I watched three of my fellow fifth graders looking unhappy as they accepted their certificates and shook the judges' hands.
I watched until their were three people left. And one of them was me.
The other two were both girls, both sixth graders. One of them came in second place last year to a girl who went to nationals. The other was just there.
We went through a few rounds. Finally, I misspelled raspberry. I faced the sad truth: I had lost.
But all hope was not gone. The other sixth grader misspelled her word, leaving the one who got second place last year to take a championship word and take first place.
But we needed someone in second place, a runner up. I knew this was when the competition got fierce. I was nervous, needless to say. But I was confident.
We went back and forth, spelling words and misspelling them. Finally, the other girl's word was peppery. Something I knew. I crossed my fingers and prayed she would misspell it.
She misspelled it.
The announcer came over to me. "Cupcake," she said, "Your word is peppery."
Finally, I thought.
"Peppery. P-E-P-P-E-R-Y. Peppery."
That was it. If I spelled one more word right, I won second place. The word was mandate.
Back story time!!!
One day in Israel, the Pains (brother and cousins) and I went to the beach. We decided to dig a big hole. It was really fun, but I wanted to go in to the water. My cousin said, "All right. You get two minutes, and this break in mandatory. "
Thank you, Royal Pain.
I was like, "Uhh... Mandate. M-A-N-D-A-T-E. Mandate?"
They were like, CONGRATULATIONS.
I got so many high fives, "Good jobs," and smiles. I got hugs and kisses form my mom and my aunt. I was like, "Living the dream!"
Next week me and the first place girl will have our picture on the front of the school newsletter. If she can't make it to the city spelling bee in two weeks, I'm filling in for her.
Living the dream!
This year, I was in the spelling bee. I was the only girl from my grade this time. I spelled a handful of words correctly. I missed narrate. My school does double elimination. I watched as the rounds went by and weeping fourth graders walked off to join their class, and glum sixth graders were patted on the back by their peers. I watched three of my fellow fifth graders looking unhappy as they accepted their certificates and shook the judges' hands.
I watched until their were three people left. And one of them was me.
The other two were both girls, both sixth graders. One of them came in second place last year to a girl who went to nationals. The other was just there.
We went through a few rounds. Finally, I misspelled raspberry. I faced the sad truth: I had lost.
But all hope was not gone. The other sixth grader misspelled her word, leaving the one who got second place last year to take a championship word and take first place.
But we needed someone in second place, a runner up. I knew this was when the competition got fierce. I was nervous, needless to say. But I was confident.
We went back and forth, spelling words and misspelling them. Finally, the other girl's word was peppery. Something I knew. I crossed my fingers and prayed she would misspell it.
She misspelled it.
The announcer came over to me. "Cupcake," she said, "Your word is peppery."
Finally, I thought.
"Peppery. P-E-P-P-E-R-Y. Peppery."
That was it. If I spelled one more word right, I won second place. The word was mandate.
Back story time!!!
One day in Israel, the Pains (brother and cousins) and I went to the beach. We decided to dig a big hole. It was really fun, but I wanted to go in to the water. My cousin said, "All right. You get two minutes, and this break in mandatory. "
Thank you, Royal Pain.
I was like, "Uhh... Mandate. M-A-N-D-A-T-E. Mandate?"
They were like, CONGRATULATIONS.
I got so many high fives, "Good jobs," and smiles. I got hugs and kisses form my mom and my aunt. I was like, "Living the dream!"
Next week me and the first place girl will have our picture on the front of the school newsletter. If she can't make it to the city spelling bee in two weeks, I'm filling in for her.
Living the dream!
Whassup Internet?
The spelling bee was yesterday. One kid was out sick from my class and he was supposed to be in the bee. My friend got out in the second round and I got out in the third. The kid standing in for the sick dude did really well, but the last fourth grader did best. The girl who won last year won again. Her brother's in my grade. This was her last year at my school. Happy Saturday!
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