LAST SOL DAY. And a random moment

Today I woke up and realized that it is the last day of slice of life. Wow this has been a mix of emotions for me. It's very fun to read about other people'is lives but at the same time it is very hard to come up with things to write about for every day. I think back upon all of my slices and all of my funny moments all of my deep or sad moments.

Random moment today:
Later today I was over at my friends house. We were swinging on the swings trying to get as high as possible before jumping off. I was back my friend was forward. I started going forward and he started going back. When I cam back, there was no one on the swing.

That same day, we (my friend and I) were on his couches playing with a duck (stuffed) he said.

"Dude! It's just like indoor frisbee but with a duck!" I started cracking up because how could it be frisbee if there is no frisbee?

Anyway, it was a pleasure doing this slice of life challenge with you all.

WARNING: this sol is just a ramble

I have literally no idea of what I am going to do over spring break. Yesterday I did my chores (see my last SOL) but today I just lounged around. I have 7 more days of this. I have no idea what I am going to do, I'm going to go crazy!

Normal people go skiing or go on vacation and I just sit here staring at a screen all day. I do nothing, and soon enough I'm going to go back to school with all of my brains running out of my ears. You can tell that that is already happening because I couldn't come up with a good SOL. So I'm just rambling on about how I have nothing to do. This SOL might end shortly because I'm running out of things to say.

Also, a lot of other people go out to eat or go to the movies or something like that, I don't because I am never allowed to. I know this slice of life is really bad but I have to right about something and sometimes I can't think of anything. This is one of my days.

Saturday sucks

Most people think that Saturday is awesome. I would to, if I was a normal person. I wake up, usually I go to bed at like 11 o'clock the past night (which is late for me) so I just sit in my bed and think for a bit, while my body realizes it is up. Then, I walk downstairs, and tell my dad I want pancakes. He makes pancakes for my brother and I every Saturday. This is the only good part about Saturdays.

After breakfast, I start my chores. Every week, I have 46. Some of them are like mowing, sweeping the driveway and the patio, and mopping the kitchen floor, attending to the garden. And if I can't do one of these like if the weather isn't right, I have to vacuum the whole house. After what feels like the whole day, I go practice piano for 45 minutes, which in my mind is also kinda like torture and guess what? After practice I get to go to an hour lesson! So after 1 hr and 45 minutes of piano I go home and I can do whatever I want for 30 minutes, then I have to walk the dog, then homework, if there is none I get to do piano again. Then bed. This is every Saturday.

I wish I was normal

Nothing

I sit in my bed think about life. I do that a lot. I think about life. I think about life, and my day, and what I'm going to do tomorow. All the people in my life. My unit. My teachers. My assignments. My blog. Oh crap. MY BLOG! I scramble out of my bed. Race down the stairs. Grab my phone off the table and start typing.

There is NOTHING to type about. I sit and stare at the keyboard. Nothing, nothing. NOTHING! I ask my mom for suggestions but she just says.

"I don't care just go to bed."

Augg. Nothing nothing NOTHNG! I divide how to write about how there is nothing to write about.

I start off: I sit in my bed thinking about life.

Random moment #2

Looking death in the face is something that I have never done. However, I might have seen him far away. One day I was on the beach with my mom and brother. My mom has pictures or my brother and I playing in the waves. We got further and further apart. Until suddenly just my brother was there. I had fell into a ditch. I couldn't swim out. At the time I wasn't very smart as a six year old. If I had thought about it, I would have realized that the water is rushing into the hole from the surface (which is why I couldn't swim out) but from the bottom, the water rushes out. If I had gone under I might have been able to get out. I started screaming and slapping at the water. My brother came over, I screamed at him, he turned away. He didn't want to get sucked in with me. I screamed at my mom. She started screaming back.

"This better be real," watch off.
"You had better be drowning," coat.
"For real," camera.
"I'm not kidding!" Purse. She finnally came in and pulled me out.

The magic show

I looked without my eyes being able to focus. I soon find that I can see a little better, right now the girls are doing their trick. I can make out their mouths moving but I don't hear any words, my heart is pounding and my head is throbbing. Before I even know it they are done. Charlie and Dee Dee went up next, as soon as they were on they were off. Dave stood up and called my name. I almost said no but I stood up.

I walked over with cards in my hand and started my trick. I didn't really pay attention, most of what I was doing was muscle memory. After what seemed like two hours I herd thunderous applause. I looked up, wait a second. Is that directed towards me. That's impossible I so messed up, I could've done it, I had messed up seconds before in our rehearsal, this is impossible. I don't argue however and I walk off the stage. Ethan raises a hand and I give him a high five.

"Nice job," he said.

"Thanks," I said.

Elitches

"Hey, sir?" My mom asked. "Can my boys do this?" She said, pointing at the basketball hoop. This was a test bacically, if you can score six baskets in a row from where the guy puts you, and you get a big giant yoga ball covered in a sheet of any team logo you want.

"Sure," the guy said. He pointed at me,"you can go first." I walked up and took the ball he gave me. At the time, I was maybe five, I had taken some basketball lessons though. He didn't know that. He placed me at the layup zone. I took a shot. Swish. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I focused on this one, my friends voice inside my head: no pressure! I positioned my hand right and let it go. I followed its track as it went right into the whole. Six. I turned to the guy standing there with his jaw dropped. He gave me a giant yoga ball and looked at my brother. He put him at the three pointer.

One. Two. Miss. Three. Miss. Four. Four out of six my brother got a regular sized basketball. I smiled and walked away.