Where "Freak" is a complement

In sixth grade, I was sort of a loaner. I mean, I didn't sit in a corner, running away from everyone who said "hi". I had friends, I just wasn't as outgoing. When I reached seventh grade, I got into theater. I am not completely sure what it was, but something just clicked. I was still not as outgoing, but I was improving. I was freaky! Then came eighth grade; my last year of middle school. I was much more out there. I may have had a hard day at the beginning, but I always had theater at the end of the day. I had a lot more friends and I was , strangely, beginning to care less if I looked like an idiot in public. I know that is random but it is true! I knew that I would always take theater as long as I was in school. I was looking forward to going into high school with my friends. When I had to move,I was still gonna take theater.

My freshmen year has been my best year ever! I have new friends and I am LOVING my new theater department. Every one in this theater department has to be a freak to some extent. And I LOVE it!!!!!!! I know that I will be getting involved in theater than anything else. It has really helped me to become more social and outgoing. It has also helped me discover that I love playwright. Everyone has their occupation, mine is Theater.

When the Otts "relocated"

Ok, in the summer of 2009, my dad told us that we were all gonna move to Houston. So for about 3 weeks, we were all preparing for our move.I was constantly reminding myself not to panic. Just kidding. :) Anyway, we packed for about 3 weeks and did some much needed cleaning. Every one was sad when we had to give Madison, one of our dogs, away. We kept our other dog, Nyute.

Anyway, my room was slowly becoming a storage unit; the game room was empty (we had gotten rid of our phoose ball and air hockey table); and the garage was becoming hard to access. I had to tell my friends I was moving, that was hard. Eventually, the big day came. The boys and I ended up sleeping on the floor the night before, and boy were we T-I-A-R-D. You know what that spells; zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Well Nyute was an exited wreck and I was still half asleep. Dad got to drive the big truck, ofcorse. I stayed with mom and the dog in the small car most of the time. When we got to the house, I found out that it was defiantly smaller than the old house, but it was a pretty good size.

After about a month, we had friends at church, I had friends at my new high school, and Dad had volunteered at the fire station. We learned pretty quickly the concept of 'adapt or die.' Of course I miss Dallas, but I have learned to like Houston. Despite the murderous humidity, I like it here. People all over Houston will soon know the Ott effect.

An Everything Daughter

Okay, this is the deal; my dad is pastor/ teacher/ biker/ theologist/ teacher (wait, did I already say that?) / Dad/ husband/ chaplain. Try saying all of that in one breath! Well anyway, he does all of this stuff and it is totally crazy! Oh, did I mention that he also taught sunday school? So I guess that makes me an everything  guy's daughter. But Dad says that when kids do very well in school or graduate, the Dad's get all the credit. I think he is kidding. Oh, and remember all of those things I listed at the top, my dad is currently looking for a job! That is so crazy! Wouldn't you agree? But that is not my biggest involvement with my dad's number of talents; he tells almost all of the stuff he learns, teaches, or knows about this stuff to me! Or he tells my mom and she tells me. And that's not all.

My family just started going to a new church. My parents told me that everything in that building is symbolic of something. Like the ceiling is supposed to look like the ark from Noah's Ark. At family worship, they told us tons of these symbols and what they mean. Don't get me wrong, it was interesting. But I had a headache the size of Mt. Everest! Later on, Dad had a headache too. I am certain that it was all of the knowledge that he had just recited. But in-spite of all the head issues, it is pretty cool being a pastor's/ teacher's/ you get the idea.       

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.  

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. 

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."   

The Game Room

It's big, it's bad, it's THE GAME ROOM!!!! This is the place where us KIDS can have fun upstairs. When I'm board and don't feel like doing my homework, I go there. This room includes:
. Air Hockey
.Phoose Ball
. Darts
We got most of those things for Christmas. Mom and Dad were up all night working on them. It was pretty cleaver how they hid them on Christmas day. Well I have to go and play air hockey now.