To everyone who has braces: I feel your pain.
Braces suck.
My appointment to get braces was originally scheduled for the end of this week, but because someone else cancelled their appointment, I got bumped up.
Last night, I tried to get my hands on all the food I won't be able to eat for the next two years. My mom and I bought a pack of caramels, but sadly, she didn't moniter her intake and I got less than half the pack (sad, right?)
This morning, I stayed cuddled in my blankets much longer than necessary, hiding from life's problems. But all good things come to an end, so I mentally prepared myself before going to the Orthodontist. I was the only one there, which was kind of nice. First, they put a metal thing on the roof of my mouth. Then they cleaned and dried my teeth with this very *cough cough* delicious substance. The most relaxing part was when they were actually putting my braces on, mostly because I wasn't gagging (and that's not sarcasm). My Orthodontist is really chill, and they entertained themselves by guessing the artist to the songs that came on the radio. I got light blue bands, and I now look like Darla.
Also, my hair decided to embrace its inner lion.
-Dakota
Showing posts with label My life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My life. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Variety Show
This past weekend, the homeschool group I am a part of had a variety show. Most of the kids were in the black light puppetry show, which involved a lot of cool props. They did 4 songs (if I remember correctly). My favorite one depicted a wall with the names of sins, and one by one they removed the words and revealed the cross. The meaning was that Jesus died for our sins and washed us clean, making us no longer guilty.
A couple of my friends and I weren't in the puppetry show, so we, along with anyone else who wanted to perform, did a variety of entertainment. Some people played instruments and sang, while my friends and I did a skit about homeschooling stereotypes. We tried our best to make it funny. My best friend was the shy homeschooler, my other good friend was the lazy homeschooler, and I was the nerdy homeschooler. We had a lot of fun with it and used some fun props, like a stack of books and unicorn slippers. Overall it was pretty fun, and I'm looking forward to when we start up again next school year.
-Dakota
A couple of my friends and I weren't in the puppetry show, so we, along with anyone else who wanted to perform, did a variety of entertainment. Some people played instruments and sang, while my friends and I did a skit about homeschooling stereotypes. We tried our best to make it funny. My best friend was the shy homeschooler, my other good friend was the lazy homeschooler, and I was the nerdy homeschooler. We had a lot of fun with it and used some fun props, like a stack of books and unicorn slippers. Overall it was pretty fun, and I'm looking forward to when we start up again next school year.
-Dakota
Friday, April 22, 2016
This Is the Story of How I Died
*dramatic voice*
My neck ached as I looked down at the pages in my journal. It had been an ordinary day, and I didn't have much to write about. I sat in the top bunk, lost in my deepest thoughts, oblivious to everything around me. Little did I know about the events that would lead me to meet my fate. I looked up at the ceiling to relieve my neck when I heard the screams. Our guest who was staying in the downstairs bedroom shouted my name, and in my confusion I was led to my destiny. As I leaped off the bunk, I prepared my mind for whatever I was about to witness, but nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen.
I arrived downstairs, and looked in the direction our guest was pointing. Then I saw it. A big, brown, ugly spider staring up at me from its cozy spot in a suitcase. My first instinct was to freeze. My voluntary muscles seemed to become cement, and my attempts to run were in vain. That was the moment I accepted my impending doom. "Kill it!" our guest yelled. "Kill it!" repeated my little brother. Their faces showed terror, their eyes full of fear. My heart regained its beating, and gears in my mind struggled to assess the situation. A sharp scream escaped from my mouth as the spider scurried onto another article of clothing. By that time I had made up my mind. I was going to kill the spider. "Shoe," I said firmly. Without looking away from the ugly arachnid who had invaded our house, I shoved my hand out to our guest, waiting to grasp my weapon of choice. I received the shoe, which happened to belong to my mother, and proceeded to plan the spiders execution. I began to creep toward it, but was startled when it crept under a shirt. I closed the space between myself and the suitcase and slowly lifted the blouse. The spider again came into view, but retreated from the danger back under all the clothing. I screamed again. Piece by piece, I emptied the suitcase, with a sharp eye watching for any sign of movement. Finally, when nearly the entire stack of clothing was removed, I saw it. This was it. I had a chance. I stood there, contemplating what I was about to do, fearing that it would escape. With a sudden burst of bravery, I lunged forward and slammed the shoe onto the spider, only to see it panic and begin its escape. I frantically smashed again, and again, and again, until all that was left was a squished pile of guts and stringy legs. I smashed it again for good measure. In that moment I realized what I had done, and puffed my chest proudly, waiting to be applauded by the onlookers. I had defeated the undefeatable. I accepted a simple "Thank you." from the victim, though I felt I deserved more. But I did not need praise from our guest, because I had obviously just defeated the undefeatable.
This is the story of how I- the scared little girl who would flee at buzz of a bee, scream at the sight of an insect, and cry when there was no one to help- died and became the fearless, bug-slaying warrior I am today.
Anyhoozles, I hope you enjoyed that. The subject of today is "S" for Story. This is a true story, and no one was harmed in the making of it (except the spider, of course). This was legitimately a turning point in my life, and since then I have had the bravery to kill weird looking spiders, wasps, and centipedes without out a single scream.
-Dakota
My neck ached as I looked down at the pages in my journal. It had been an ordinary day, and I didn't have much to write about. I sat in the top bunk, lost in my deepest thoughts, oblivious to everything around me. Little did I know about the events that would lead me to meet my fate. I looked up at the ceiling to relieve my neck when I heard the screams. Our guest who was staying in the downstairs bedroom shouted my name, and in my confusion I was led to my destiny. As I leaped off the bunk, I prepared my mind for whatever I was about to witness, but nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen.
I arrived downstairs, and looked in the direction our guest was pointing. Then I saw it. A big, brown, ugly spider staring up at me from its cozy spot in a suitcase. My first instinct was to freeze. My voluntary muscles seemed to become cement, and my attempts to run were in vain. That was the moment I accepted my impending doom. "Kill it!" our guest yelled. "Kill it!" repeated my little brother. Their faces showed terror, their eyes full of fear. My heart regained its beating, and gears in my mind struggled to assess the situation. A sharp scream escaped from my mouth as the spider scurried onto another article of clothing. By that time I had made up my mind. I was going to kill the spider. "Shoe," I said firmly. Without looking away from the ugly arachnid who had invaded our house, I shoved my hand out to our guest, waiting to grasp my weapon of choice. I received the shoe, which happened to belong to my mother, and proceeded to plan the spiders execution. I began to creep toward it, but was startled when it crept under a shirt. I closed the space between myself and the suitcase and slowly lifted the blouse. The spider again came into view, but retreated from the danger back under all the clothing. I screamed again. Piece by piece, I emptied the suitcase, with a sharp eye watching for any sign of movement. Finally, when nearly the entire stack of clothing was removed, I saw it. This was it. I had a chance. I stood there, contemplating what I was about to do, fearing that it would escape. With a sudden burst of bravery, I lunged forward and slammed the shoe onto the spider, only to see it panic and begin its escape. I frantically smashed again, and again, and again, until all that was left was a squished pile of guts and stringy legs. I smashed it again for good measure. In that moment I realized what I had done, and puffed my chest proudly, waiting to be applauded by the onlookers. I had defeated the undefeatable. I accepted a simple "Thank you." from the victim, though I felt I deserved more. But I did not need praise from our guest, because I had obviously just defeated the undefeatable.
This is the story of how I- the scared little girl who would flee at buzz of a bee, scream at the sight of an insect, and cry when there was no one to help- died and became the fearless, bug-slaying warrior I am today.
Anyhoozles, I hope you enjoyed that. The subject of today is "S" for Story. This is a true story, and no one was harmed in the making of it (except the spider, of course). This was legitimately a turning point in my life, and since then I have had the bravery to kill weird looking spiders, wasps, and centipedes without out a single scream.
-Dakota
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Kings Dominion
Last weekend, I went to Kings Dominion with my designated chaperon and her sister/my friends. The purpose of the trip was for a dance competition that my dance team was participating in, but we had plenty of time to do other things. We listened to music the whole ride there and back home, singing and talking about random things. When we got there, my friends started freaking out because they hadn't been to a big amusement park for a long time. It was chilly and windy that day, so it wasn't really the ideal amusement park weather. The first ride we rode was the Berserker, which is a Viking ship swing that goes the whole way around (so we discovered after we were already on the ride, which was met with much screaming and freaking out done by my friends). There were a couple rides that were closed, so we didn't get to go on all the roller coasters. One time we decided to be "those" people and scream as loud as we could on every turn on the Ricochet. The ride I was most scared of was The Crypt. It really isn't that bad, it just looks scary. The Intimidator 305 gave us tunnel vision, but it was a lot of fun. My favorite rides were the Volcano and the Backlot Stunt Coaster. Both of them shot you off into the dark at unexpected times. The lines for all the rides were nearly nonexistent since it was one of the first days of the season. Of course, we couldn't leave without getting funnel cake and Dippin Dots :)
Halfway through the day, I had to get ready for the dance performance, so we put our riding on hold. There were quite a few interesting dances and good dancers who performed. When it was our turn, we went backstage and ran our dance, then we stood behind the curtain and waited for the DJ to start our music. The dance went exceptionally well. There were a couple small mistakes, but it all looked really good in the end. After we danced, we went outside and had our pictures taken. Later on they had awards, and my team won first overall in lyrical. I got to get the award onstage, which was really awkward cause I was all the way in the back and had to run up there to get it.
The whole trip was a lot of fun, and hopefully we will do some more competitions in the future.
-Dakota
Halfway through the day, I had to get ready for the dance performance, so we put our riding on hold. There were quite a few interesting dances and good dancers who performed. When it was our turn, we went backstage and ran our dance, then we stood behind the curtain and waited for the DJ to start our music. The dance went exceptionally well. There were a couple small mistakes, but it all looked really good in the end. After we danced, we went outside and had our pictures taken. Later on they had awards, and my team won first overall in lyrical. I got to get the award onstage, which was really awkward cause I was all the way in the back and had to run up there to get it.
The whole trip was a lot of fun, and hopefully we will do some more competitions in the future.
-Dakota
Monday, April 11, 2016
India
When I get older, I want to go to India on a missions trip. My aunt did it when I was little, and since then I have wanted to follow in her footsteps and do the same. There is a lot of false religion in India, and I want to reach out to the people there. I'm not sure what city I will go to or what program I'll go through, but I still have a couple years to figure that out.
The Indian culture has always fascinated me. They wear colorful saris, and in most states there are laws and regulations about killing livestock. When my aunt was there she even got her nose pierced, which I would also like to do (a small stud on the side, not a bull ring).
Going to India is one of the more important things on my bucket list, and I'm hoping I can cross it off in a few years. There are lots of ways I need to prepare (like stop being a picky eater...), but I'm sure I'll be ready when the time comes.
-Dakota
The Indian culture has always fascinated me. They wear colorful saris, and in most states there are laws and regulations about killing livestock. When my aunt was there she even got her nose pierced, which I would also like to do (a small stud on the side, not a bull ring).
Going to India is one of the more important things on my bucket list, and I'm hoping I can cross it off in a few years. There are lots of ways I need to prepare (like stop being a picky eater...), but I'm sure I'll be ready when the time comes.
-Dakota
Monday, April 4, 2016
Bible Quizzing
It's been a pretty crazy weekend (as mentioned in last post), and it was mostly due to Bible Quizzing. After every regular season, we have Quiz Camp, where we quiz against all the teams instead of just with our own age group. We have to remember all four sections of scripture (9 chapters!) and try to win the championship quiz. My team got 7th (out of 14 teams), but our last quiz was really close. The team that beat us (the team my best friend was on) barely squeezed ahead of us in the end. Although I was disappointed that we didn't make it farther, we got to go on the zip line instead :)
We did the best we could do, and it was fun. During our free time, we got to play in the gym, play carpet ball and ping-pong, and watch other quizzes. We hiked up a steep mountainside and slid down singing songs at the top of our lungs (aka basically I was the only one singing, but oh well). In the evening, everyone's families came to watch the championship quiz. The top three teams battled it out, and they had a close quiz too. Everyone did really well. The team that my brother and sister-at-heart were on won. Then we had rewards for teams and individuals. My best friend was in 10th, my brother in 9th, and I was 8th. Another good friend of mine got 3rd, and my sister-at-heart got a special reward for being a nice person. Overall, it was a great weekend, and I know I'll be thankful for all the scripture that is forever stuck in my head.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
How Much Do You Love Your Family?
Have you ever had that warm, fuzzy feeling of loving someone or being loved?
Last week, my mom and dad were gone, and my grandma came to our house to babysit Carl. But when Grandma left to pick up Jeff from work, I was left to watch little Carl. As we played together, I noticed how fast he is growing up and what a delightful human being he is. Although he doesn't always listen, he is a really good kid. That night, he asked me to put him to bed. We sang songs and talked a little before he laid down to sleep. I realized how blessed I am to have a family. There are times when I can't stand them, but I love them all the same.
More than once, I've heard people say, "I hate my family." I've also heard a quote that sort of goes with this: "Hatred is too strong an emotion to waste on someone you that you don't like." Why do we waste our passion on hating people, instead of using our passion for better things? I could say more on this, but I'll get myself back on track.
Think of the good things about your family. Are they smart? Are they kind? Do they like to help? Are they overprotective? They love you and are concerned for your well-being. Do they make you do things you don't want to? They're giving you experience for life, whether it's developing work ethic or stepping out of your comfort zone.
Even if you aren't happy with them, "We love because He first loved us." -1 John 4:19
-Dakota
Last week, my mom and dad were gone, and my grandma came to our house to babysit Carl. But when Grandma left to pick up Jeff from work, I was left to watch little Carl. As we played together, I noticed how fast he is growing up and what a delightful human being he is. Although he doesn't always listen, he is a really good kid. That night, he asked me to put him to bed. We sang songs and talked a little before he laid down to sleep. I realized how blessed I am to have a family. There are times when I can't stand them, but I love them all the same.
More than once, I've heard people say, "I hate my family." I've also heard a quote that sort of goes with this: "Hatred is too strong an emotion to waste on someone you that you don't like." Why do we waste our passion on hating people, instead of using our passion for better things? I could say more on this, but I'll get myself back on track.
Think of the good things about your family. Are they smart? Are they kind? Do they like to help? Are they overprotective? They love you and are concerned for your well-being. Do they make you do things you don't want to? They're giving you experience for life, whether it's developing work ethic or stepping out of your comfort zone.
Even if you aren't happy with them, "We love because He first loved us." -1 John 4:19
-Dakota
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