Yesterday my wonderful Mother Auma borrowed a curriculum called The Writer's Jungle from one of the Ambleside Online women. One of the activities in it is a freewrite, and here is mine:
The water in the cup near me looks blue Is it? I love Mommy that M is awful but I dont care haha I didn't put any apostrophe in dont look I did it again and i like it and my I is not capitalized. I griped to thumper about being thirteen this morning and cried but then at 2:15 I went out and apologized she growled What was this guy's name again? I love Mommy's rolls or biskits or whaterer they are called haha look bad spelling What happens if we run out of paper before 10 minutes is up? I don't know and I won't care until I get there I can't wait to go to California and tell Ggmom and GGDad that we're 100 % tx and 100% ca! I wish we were there already I like freewriting it's so ridiculous I was going to write something else but I forgot it :-) I don't know if smileys go on paper I wish I could get into my Squirrel Band drawings whoa I'm thirsty but I still have 5 min or actually a bit less hey we're going to a church meeting tonight I wish I could bring Thumpee don't ask why did you know the early Celts wore hare instead of underwear? I'm spelling words I've known how to spell forever but I'm spelling them wrong and don't care the Celts didn't wear bunnies sorry they wore HAIR Mariel and Cornflower are mad at each other and I'm getting writers cramp I never realized I thought about such a wide variety of subjects!
Showing posts with label organization. Show all posts
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Friday, November 2, 2007
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Hooray!
Day before yesterday, I somehow convinced Mother Auma to rearrange my room, Mariel's room back into the schoolroom, and Cornflower's room for both of them.
I don't know how I did it or even why we were talking about it in the first place, but I did, we were and now our rooms are rearranged.
For months I'd been asking Mother Auma and Daddy to let me put my bed by the window. Dad refused because "bunk beds don't go by windows". So when Mom and I took an allen wrench (one of those things that looks like an old-fashioned well crank and takes forever to find) and a few screwdrivers to that bed, we detached it from the bottom bunk, a desk, and moved the desk piece by piece into the schoolroom.
My bed is now smack by the window, with the organizing credenza (I am using it for a desk) near my feet and my dresser beside my head. My mirror and dressing table are by the desk and I now have room for a bookshelf and at least 64 square feet of open space in the middle (suitable for dancing, playing around, twirling round and round with the fan until you collapse, sleepover space, etc, etc, etc).
I am very happy with my room. For the last 2 mornings I have been waking up with sunbeams on my face. Just like in a book.
I don't know how I did it or even why we were talking about it in the first place, but I did, we were and now our rooms are rearranged.
For months I'd been asking Mother Auma and Daddy to let me put my bed by the window. Dad refused because "bunk beds don't go by windows". So when Mom and I took an allen wrench (one of those things that looks like an old-fashioned well crank and takes forever to find) and a few screwdrivers to that bed, we detached it from the bottom bunk, a desk, and moved the desk piece by piece into the schoolroom.
My bed is now smack by the window, with the organizing credenza (I am using it for a desk) near my feet and my dresser beside my head. My mirror and dressing table are by the desk and I now have room for a bookshelf and at least 64 square feet of open space in the middle (suitable for dancing, playing around, twirling round and round with the fan until you collapse, sleepover space, etc, etc, etc).
I am very happy with my room. For the last 2 mornings I have been waking up with sunbeams on my face. Just like in a book.
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