About a week ago, I read Gone With the Wind. It was a really good book. It was very tragic, though. I say it needed more comedy.
The movie was good, but it could have done with more comedy, too.
That's where my idea comes in.
Gone With the Wind: The Musical!!!
Braces
About a year ago, I got my braces on.
About 15 minutes ago, I got my braces off.
Now excuse me, but I must return to Gummy-land.
About 15 minutes ago, I got my braces off.
Now excuse me, but I must return to Gummy-land.
The Play
The fifth grade play every year is always something related to Greek mythology. Gods, foolish mortals, epics, heroes... You name it, they've done it. Our play was the 12 Labors of Heracles (aka Hercules). At first, I was like, "Oy. Just great. My least favorite myth, and it has to be our play."
That was before we really started.
We learned our lines. We practiced at school. Finally, we started putting the whole production together. We got our costumes- the traditional Greek chiton. In my case, I used the one my brother used three years ago.
On Wednesday, we started performing. It was beautiful. Everyone knew what to do, everyone actually had expression. The shows were fantastic.
Until one day.
(Ha ha ha. I made it sound all dramatic-like.)
My parts were as follows: I was Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. I was part of the Titan Atlas. (Three kids total played Atlas-- we wore a big cape. I was the eyes of the operation, meaning my face was the only one showing. My accomplices were the arms.) I was the three headed dog Cerberus, though I only had one head. (The other two were off-duty.)
At our last performance, eeverything was great. I came, I saw, and I conquered-- not really. I died without a problem. Me and my other Atlasses got into our cape. We held our big globe-- and we dropped it. On stage.
Want to hear the best part of that?
Most people thought it was rehearsed. They thought we were absolutely hilarious.
As Cerberus, I got to eat a cookie on stage. It was yummy.
And at the after party, the whole grade went out for ice cream, and almost got arrested. But that, of course, is another story.
That was before we really started.
We learned our lines. We practiced at school. Finally, we started putting the whole production together. We got our costumes- the traditional Greek chiton. In my case, I used the one my brother used three years ago.
On Wednesday, we started performing. It was beautiful. Everyone knew what to do, everyone actually had expression. The shows were fantastic.
Until one day.
(Ha ha ha. I made it sound all dramatic-like.)
My parts were as follows: I was Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. I was part of the Titan Atlas. (Three kids total played Atlas-- we wore a big cape. I was the eyes of the operation, meaning my face was the only one showing. My accomplices were the arms.) I was the three headed dog Cerberus, though I only had one head. (The other two were off-duty.)
At our last performance, eeverything was great. I came, I saw, and I conquered-- not really. I died without a problem. Me and my other Atlasses got into our cape. We held our big globe-- and we dropped it. On stage.
Want to hear the best part of that?
Most people thought it was rehearsed. They thought we were absolutely hilarious.
As Cerberus, I got to eat a cookie on stage. It was yummy.
And at the after party, the whole grade went out for ice cream, and almost got arrested. But that, of course, is another story.
This Is Sparta!
The biggest unit in 5th grade at my school is on ancient Greece. We actually do a simulation. We were split in to Greek cities! I am in Sparta, just like my brother was. There's a point system called Hellaspoints, based off of Hellespont. We get points for the projects we do. WE ARE GOING TO BEAT ATHENS!
Louder!
WE ARE GOING TO BEAT ATHENS!
LOUDER!
WE ARE GOING TO BEAT ATHENS!
Much better.
Louder!
WE ARE GOING TO BEAT ATHENS!
LOUDER!
WE ARE GOING TO BEAT ATHENS!
Much better.
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!
Happy Birthday To... Me?
I got this very amazing birthday card for my twelfth eleventh birthday. Here is a video of it performing!
Happy birthday to me!
Happy birthday to me!
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