Tuesday, February 19, 2013

School

Some times I love school, but sometimes I don't. I like school sometimes because it just, well, feels good to get it done and I look forward to it. I don't like it because sometimes it just feels like a big burden that I always have on my mind. A little voice inside me is always telling me: You have to do your school. Except I always have to do other things on my schedule. Then, when it is time to do math,  it takes me forever to do my math, and I never have time to do the other things on my list, so sometimes if I want to get all the things on my list done before Friday, I have to use up my free time doing school. I am using up my free time right now to do my blog. Some times my school list looks long, but its actually small. Sometimes my school list looks short, but the things in it are really long. I usally worry if there is a report on my school list. My free time is almost over, so, I am going outside. Bye!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Great Wolf Lodge!…Again!



I like Great Wolf Lodge. This is Jasper and Opal on a jet ski. 


There is a big bucket that pours 1,000 gallons of water! I stood under it with Dada and Jasper. 
There  is also an umbrella. This is me being soaked by the sides of the umbrella by the wave pool.

This is our family at the water park.


We got the wolf den! We had to share bunks because there was only one bunk bed. 



This time at Great Wolf Lodge I was able to go on the Tornado! Eben and Dada always get off  the tube before me. We went for our Christmas present. 

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

India

India is very interesting. I like it a lot. At first I didn't like it, but now I do. I didn't like it before because I had to write a lot of reports, like my one on Mother Teresa. I also didn't like it because of all the books I had to read. One thing I like about it is the food. I liked the naan and how we had to eat with our hands. Every meal had naan. Except I don't know how the kids can stay awake as long as they do! And  why are the boys more important than the girls! OK, I know why. The boys take care of the parents when they get old. I am going to end my blog now, so, good bye!