Still Sick

I have a fever, as of about 20 minutes ago, of 101.1 degrees. My mom won't let me go to school tomorrow.

Sad. :(

Sick

Yesterday I came home from my school's 6th grade camping trip. (Bye the way, it was awesome.) My throat hurt and my legs really hurt. I felt a wee bit (I love using that phrase) dizzy. Well, more than a wee bit. Aaaaand coughing hurt, too.

Last night I had a bit of a fever. Yayyyyy.

Buuuuuuuuuut I feel better now. But my mom's still feverish.

I am a ninja.

All My Life

All my life I wondered when the boys in my grade would become real people and stop having fake gun fights and making dumb, cruel jokes. Oh, and enjoying Star Wars: The Clone Wars so much. Is that too much to ask?

I figured that when we all got to 6th grade, they would feel an overcoming sense of maturity and stop their fake guns and dumb jokes.

Now we all made it to 6th grade, and I have made a discovery:

If they haven't given up the guns and Star Wars by now, which only a few have, they never will.

I will still have to yell at them to "Grow up!" when they start being weird in class.

I will still roll my eyes a lot.

Guess I was wrong all my life.

Thank goodness I'm going to a different school next year.

Real Life NINJAS!

So we were watching this video in science class about muscles, and it was showing these street gymnasts. I was like, cool! Then I was like, whoa! These guys are like ninjas! And I told that to the girl next to me. She agreed.

This is part of the video we watched. It's really cool if you ignore the poor quality and the advertisements.

The Hunger Games Was Meant To Be

Once upon a time, long, long ago...

Wrong. Sorry.

A few years ago, around Spring Break 2009, I sat in a hot tub at a resort in California.

Great start, right?

As I sat in this hot tub, a girl I didn't know sat across from me, blabbing and blabbing and blabbing to her friend about some book. She went on for 15 minutes, and I had no choice but to listen to her speak. And speak. And speak And speak. And eat pudding. And speak.

(She wasn't actually eating pudding. I lied about that.)

So last year, someone convinced me to read The Hunger Games. I read it, and by the time I finished the whole series, I had gone from "Don't like this" to "Love it" to "Hate it."

And then it hit me.

The girl in the hot tub, who I have somehow never forgotten was telling her friend about The Hunger Games.

After years of wondering what that girl was talking about, I found it.

School Lunch

School lunches have a bad reputation of rancid meatloaf and mystery meats. That, however, is not what my school served last year.

Personally, I thought our caterer was amazing. They served farm fresh food, had salad bars on Fridays, and the food was all colorful, tasty, and EDIBLE.

But other people complained so much that they got rid of that program.

This caterer lacks general pizzazz. Sure, their food's kinda good, but it's just not fun.

And sometimes it literally makes me want to throw up...

...like today.

We had chicken, rice, and peapods.

The peapods were cold, mushy, and made me gag. I did not eat them.

The rice was goodish, but mushy.

And the chicken?

It was revolting. I started eating and it was kind of good, but when I got close to the bone, my chicken (and the bone) was RED. And since we just studied the skeletal system in science, I know what the red means.

So I threw that piece of chicken to the side and started on the other one. The same thing happened: it was BLOODY. And when I poked the blood with my fork, it was still liquid.

DISGUSTING.

After lunch, as we were getting ready for class, I saw my friend. She was smiling... and her teeth were stained red. Because she ate the bloody chicken.

Which leads me to wonder...

What are they doing to our food?

What is in my school lunches?

Detective Cupcake is on the case.