The best friends EVER! :)

So I have the most amazing friends ever! Camie Whittle and Hannah Luce :) Yesterday I sent them a forward that said "You are like a four leaf clover, hard to find lucky to have". I think this fits them very well. I am so glad that I met these two and became friends with them. My days are so much better when they are at school. They make me laugh constantly. I can't even tell you how many times I laugh in a class period. Too many times to count! We have had so many good times in class that I can't even tell you about all of them, but I will tell you about a few.

Camie can't stand pointy objects pointing at her eyeballs. She freaks out! Hannah and I always point papers at her eyes or pens and pencils. Even our pirate fingers. It’s always a good time.

One time in Biology class, Hannah was walking up to Mrs. Martinez's desk to find her paper and When she walked past Camie, Camie flicked her with a rubber-band and Hannah yelled out the sh** word. Everybody was completely quiet for like ten seconds and then we all busted up laughing. Mrs. Martinez started kidding around and told them they had to fill out disciplinary notes. To top it off Hannah had to pee really bad and she almost peed her pants. Then when that was all over with Hannah went to go to the bathroom and she walked out in the hall and went one way then turned around and went the other way and Camie and I started laughing so Hannah did again and so she like sat in the middle of the hall because she almost peed her pants. Ha ha :)

Also another time after a basketball game Hannah was messing around with my lanyard and then it led to us messing around with each other and play fighting. Then after that was all over I was walking out to my car and realized my finger hurt so I looked at it at and it was HUGE and gross. Hannah had somehow broken my finger. That was clear back in December and it still hurts today and it also is still fat because I can't put my class ring on it and that was the only finger it fit on.

We also have this little joke about Brandon Tucker and he gets mad every time we mention it. We invented this thing called the Testiscope and we told Brandon that the doctors had to use it when he was born so his parents could know if they were naming him Brandon or Brandi. I'm pretty sure that Brandon doesn't know that a Testiscope is something that we made up ha ha :)

These girls are a blessing to my life. They came in when I needed them the most. I was going through a rough patch in my life and if it wasn't for them making me laugh all the time I would be all depressed and such. I'm so very thankful that they are my friends. I don't know what I would do without them. They are amazing and I hope they stay in my life for a really long time. Everyone needs to have somebody in their life just like these two girls. If they don't then their life is not complete. I love these girls.

The Sun Goes Down on Summer

The Sun Goes Down on Summer


It was the last week of summer, but it felt like it could go on forever, like it wasn't really time for the end to come. I remember thinking I should do something fun. Instead, I found myself laying there watching America's Next Top Model until I had to force myself to get up and go get ready for work. The weekend finally came and I told myself I need to do something unforgetable. Unfortunately I ended up going to a barrel race in Salina, something I definately want to forget about. Sure, it sounds like my summer was boring, but that was only the last week. Actually, my summer was full of travleing, adventures, and lots of fun. Soon, I will have to leave all of that behind and go back to school to focus on the future. There I will hear teachers giving us endless homework assignments. There I will see annoying softmores everywhere I look. There I will smell the many mixtures of perfume and cologne everyone puts on to try and impress that special someone. There I will taste the bitterness of the seniors. There i can't wait for the day that I have my cap and gown on to go out into the world to do whatever I want, though I know i will regret wanting it when I'm there. In the meantime, I have two whole years of dreadful schooling left to come. By then I will be ready for what lies ahead.

You as a Writer

You as a Writer: Mikah-Lyn Sacco





My first influence of writing was my Grandma Sacco, Grandma Hurdsman, my dad, my Aunt Tifnie, and Mrs. CarolAnne Streams. My grandmas were always working with me and telling me things to write. My dad and my Aunt Tifnie always had, I guess a war you could say, going on. My dad would have me write in my notebook, “Tifnie is fat.” Then later my Aunt Tifnie would see it and tell me to write, “Albert is ugly.” To this day my Aunt Tifnie claims she is still offended that that was my first sentence I was able to write. Then there was Mrs. CarolAnne Streams who taught me how to follow the dotted lines and write between the lines in preschool.


When I was little I used to love writing. I was writing all the time. I carried a notebook wherever I went. I would write things people said, I copied signs I would see, I wrote almost anything. But, as I grew older I started to like it less and less. Now that I’m in high school and I have to write a billion papers, I absolutely despise writing. I wished I still loved to write. It would make things a whole lot easier in high school and college.


When I write it has to be absolutely quiet. Since I don’t like writing too much, if there is one little noise I get distracted easily and that one little noise is all I think about. When I sit down to start writing I can only do one paragraph maybe two at a time, unless I’m having a really good day. I just get too bored too fast to sit down for that long and concentrate on writing. There are a few exceptions. If I'm travleing long distances I can usually write the whole paper just because its something to do to pass the time. Also, if I'm hyper then I can write some pretty interseting things.


The worst kind of writing is poems. In elementary it was easy because they gave you layouts of how to write a certain poem and pretty much all of them you rhymed. In elementary I even won a poem contest and got it published in a poetry book. In high school its not that fun anymore. Most poems you have to read are confusing and don’t make sense and its even harder to write ones that compete with those extreme ones to get a good grade.


Probably the best kind of writing is research papers. I have a hard time coming up with things to write in a paper. Therefore research papers are my kind of paper. In a research paper you state facts about your topic that somebody has already wrote about and you put it in your paper. I mean come on how much easier can it get. There is a lot of preparing to write a research paper but in the end its the kind of paper you should want to write.


I’m on of those people that can talk to my friends and family forever and ever about anything. But, when it comes to making presentations and reading in front of the class I have a hard time. I get so nervous that my hands sweat and start to shake. My face even turns as red as a tomato. I thinks its just because you see those people seven hours in a day and you don’t want them to remember you as the girl that gets embarrassed and turns red in front of the whole class. I don’t do well doing things in front of a group of people.


My weaknesses in writing would have to be that I don’t know how to start and end a paper. You’re supposed to have a strong beginning and end and I think that’s why I freak out because I don’t think I’m a strong writer. As a writer I would like to be able to start and end a paper without any flaws. If I could come up with those two things I would feel a lot better about writing.