Saturday, February 21, 2009

Friends

There are different ways you can tell that someone is your friend. One way is that they will care about your personal problems. Either it be divorced parents, or failing grades, they will care. Another way you can tell is that they will not leave you out. If they think they might be leaving you out, they will pull you in. One of the biggest ways you know someone is your friend is that they will stand up for you. Just recently, my best friend did that. I was sitting alone at a table, when my friend came and sat down with me. Well usually she has a different lunch and other people she sits with. But that day was a test day. I expected her to be with her other friends. When she came and sat down she seemed angry. I asked her what was wrong. She said some of the other girls were talking about me. Apparently, when she told them I was one of her good friends, the girl said,"I don't care." I was kind of shocked. Well I had never really liked that girl, but I was still surprised. I thanked her and we went on talking. That was not the first time I realized how grateful I was to have her as a friend. But It is times like that when you know the words, "your my best friend," really count.  

Friday, February 13, 2009

Nothing I Want, And Nothing I Need

A lot of girls at school have boyfriends. They seem pretty happy with them. Well except for one little tiny thing. DRAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!  I mean seriously, join drama club if you want that! Ok, so maybe not all  boys are dramatic, but why take a risk. If anyone besides my family reads this, I'm   not saying this because of a recent conflict with a boy. I'm saying this because I don't want conflict! I am doing perfectly fine without a boy in my life right now. I am living proof that you don't need a boyfriend to graduate middle school. Other girls out there, if you have a boyfriend, don't break up with him. I'm just saying, in the future, your life is way easer without a boy in it. 

Thursday, February 12, 2009

From PK to NCK

My dad is no longer serving as a paster. So, for the time being, I am just Aaron Ott's daughter. And I am perfectly fine with that. But maybe this summer, I might be able to say,"my dad is navy officer Chaplain Ott." Yes, It's true. Since Lieutenant Galvin, Dad's recruiter, has 100% accuracy things are looking pretty good. We are going to have to move were ever they tell us to. I am going to miss Chanah and aunt Faith and everyone else I met. We might have to give Madison to Grandma and Papa. We could bring Nyute. But in-spite of all the sacrifices, I think I will learn to like military life. Mom was reading this book. It said that the navy gives your family tickets to Disneyland and other places like that sometimes. We might even move over seas. How cool would that be! It would be nice to live in China or Hawaii or France. I think I either want to stay were we are or go some place far away. But as long as I am around, standing or walking, when someone asks me were I'm from I'll say, " I'm from Texas, the lone star state."