Grade 4
09/02/2010
09/2010
10/2010
Top 5 worst things I've experienced
- Public speaking (with eye contact)
- Freefall rides
- Getting spanked
- Crying a teensy bit on my 8th birthday but I think no one saw
- Lots of homework
10/2010
October agenda.
11/2010
It was a breezy Saturday in the autumn. I skipped out the doors of my dance school, Toronto Dance Vibe. I had a smile as wide as a banana. But it turned into a frown when my mom said, "Put your coat on, we're going to Chinese class." First of all, I was hot, so I didn't want to put my coat on. Second, I disliked Chinese class. I thought it was as boring as reading the dictionary over and over, again and again. So I didn't put my coat on.
On the way, I ate a blueberry muffin and hot chocolate. In class, I doodled when I should have been listening to the teacher. Most times, I kept one ear alert and the other ear was like it didn't work at all. I was an average student, I got A's and B's. Never once did I get a C. This was because when I came home I studied. Only on some last days of the semester, before Christmas break, did I pay attention. Those days were exceptions because they were parties. Today was not an exception. It was a boring, ordinary few hours.
Finally, it was break time. I went with some classmates downstairs to get hot chocolate. I wasn't sure if I remembered to bring money, so I checked in my pocket, and the dollar was there! We took the elevator upstairs after everyone had gotten their drinks, and chatted for a while. After 10 minutes passed, we went back to the middle floor for class. This is how I usually spent my break.
When it was time to go, my dad picked me up. "Put your coat on, we're going back home," he said.
"I'm not putting my coat on." "What, are you made of iron?" "No, I'm made of steel!" "OK, OK. Just don't blame me when you're sick!"
We went home by car. Our car is not like something you would see in a commercial, it is an old dark green Toyota that can fit five people in it. But it is still in good condition, so we use it daily. At home, I watched an episode of a TV show, The Suite Life on Deck, and then we went to church.
I always did my homework in church, while the adults were doing Saturday Bible Study. Dinner was served before Bible study. If I finished my homework before it ended, I would read a book. Today was one of those days. I read The Book of One Hundred Truths by Julie Schumacher. I didn't put my coat on, going home.
The next morning, I had a very small stomachache. I thought nothing worse than that would happen, though. Leaving for Sunday service, my parents reminded me to put my coat on. I didn't put it on (again). At Sunday School, we learned about Moses and the Red Sea. Church always has lunch at 12:00. We rushed to eat our three plates of chicken and rice, because I had swimming class at 1:00. I didn't like swimming class, either. I always dreaded it. I simply couldn't understand why some people could swim around 50 lanes, and I could only swim four!
My mom parked the car and strode to the changeroom. I slowly walked, secretly hoping swimming class would be cancelled. So it was a sad thing when I found out class wasn't cancelled. When the hour of torture had finally finished, I headed back to shower and change. "Come on, put your coat on," my mom said. Not surprisingly, I didn't put my coat on.
That midnight, I threw up. I thought, I really should have listened to my parents and put my coat on. Even though I didn't want to wake my mom and dad up, I did. I mean, I just threw up! So they woke up, and threw my bedsheets in the laundry. They went back to sleep after that, but I couldn't fall asleep anymore.
The next morning I couldn't finish my breakfast, red bean congee. My dad stayed home with me while my mom left for work. I did nothing much, except sleep on the living room couch and throw up. There was a small basin beside the couch for me to throw up in. When my mom came back, we all drove to the doctor's office.
I threw up again in the hallway of the clinic. My mom took me to the washroom, while my dad cleaned it up with paper towels. Then my stomach was still trying to throw up, but it was empty. That really hurt. When it was my turn with the doctor, they found out what was wrong and prescribed Tylenol. My mom bought grape flavour melt-away Tylenol for me.
For the next four days, all I did was sleep, eat, and barf. But, the next Saturday I was better, went to all my classes, and put my coat on. The moral of this story is that you should put your coat on, and listen to your parents.
12/22/2010
01/07/2011
Heyuan, Guangdong.
2011
01/12/2011
3D glasses from the movie theatre.
02/11/2011
A sticker.
03/06/2011
05/24/2011
2011
There is a girl who likes to copy me. We are in the same class, and she always copies my homework. She tries to cheat off of me on tests. Every time we have an assignment, she chooses the same topic as me. She also stole my belongings and pretended they were hers.
2011
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