6th Grade Memoir: "Became a Cheesy Footwear"

This is a personal narrative I wrote when I was in Boston.
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Became a Cheesy Footwear

"Okay, so who wants to start an "elephant(telephone)"?" Katherine spoke enthusiastically. "Oo, I'll go!" She grabbed me immediately and started yelling in my ears; "PRISCILLA IS A NINCONPOOP! ISABELLE ALWAYS CALLS ME A NINCONPOOP, BUT I'M NOT A NINCONPOOP! REPEAT AFTER ME, KATH IS NOT A NINCONPOOP! KATH IS NOT A NINCONPOOP! WAIT, DON'T LEAVE ME UNI, DON'T LEAVE ME! AHHHHH! Okay, pass it on."
"O THAT’S A KNEESLAPPER!" Carrie shouted. “the shopping cart is ready for pick up in the katty’s weird head! Ha, ha, ha, ha!”
"O wow.. WHO VOTES FOR KATHERINE BEING A NINCONPOOP?" Isabelle screamed.
"Aye!"
"Agreed!"
"Roger that!"
"My hand is sooo up."
Sometimes it occurs to me that “Recess & Lunch” in our typical-everyday-6th-grade-schedule should be renamed to “Chaos & Chatters”. No one in 6th grade enters the cafeteria at 12:05 thinking: let’s eat; yet they enter thinking: let’s talk. Let’s get loud. Let’s get mentally crazy.
Talking is not bad at appropriate times. It is in fact a great way to socialize. Who doesn’t want to have fun? We are still kids― we could get crazy however we want and no one would blame us. Where I usually sit at lunch with my friends; Katherine, Carrie, Priscilla and Isabelle―we are beyond wacky. Our own bizarre, kinetic version of “telephone” (which we renamed to “elephant”) is our favorite lunch game ever. But some people might just get too crazy....

“Like a rock, Ha Ha,”
oh.. not that again…
“you must be hard! Ha Ha!”
ugh.
“Like an Oak, you must stand firm!”
will you please be quiet?
“Come quick, like my blade. Think fast, Ha Ha, unafraid.”
WHEN WILL THIS EVER END?

It was Monday after the April vacation; the day you see all of your pals’ tanned faces. At lunch, Watson was singing― no, screaming― Lesson Number One from Mulan 2; which has been stuck in his head for at least two weeks.
Watson (also known as Watty) makes a hilarious classmate. I can best describe him as a humanized Brobdingnagian bubble of ironic qualities. He loves to dance with every parts of his body and swing his enormously long arms, which always end up accidentally whacking someone. Watson also loves to make weird, silly and obnoxious noises such as; ‘shaneha!’, ‘she-neh-neh!’ and ‘kheeeeeeeeeeekkk!’ I know I like to have some fun with him by poking him, giving him friendly slaps, and arguing with him over ridiculous things.
Monday at noon; after I have played a nutty round of the game “Monkey in the Middle” and entered the cafeteria, Kalyani gestured me to sit with her. I sat down at her table, which was located right next to where Jonas, Scout, Jesse B., Watson, and Valeria were sitting. Watson was screaming, as usual. Typically, everyone just make a face when they hear his scream during lunch. We are used to his insanity. He usually calms down once we throw in some laughter.
But not this particular day. No matter how much his lunch buddies laughed for him, Watson could not stop being a maniac. I wish I could recall the exact words he was yelling out; but unfortunately, my hands were over my ears. This is what I roughly remember:

"SO I WAS IN THE CRUISE, AND THESE CREEPY LOOKING LADIES WITH BRAIDED HAIIIR-"
I turned around, "Watty, can you PLEASE be quiet? I can't hear Kalyani!"
"AND THEY WERE LIKE COMING TOWARDS MEEEE-"
"Ugghhhhh please Watson! Shut it!"
"AND THEY WERE LIKE," he chortled. "'CAN I BRAID YOUR HAIIR? YOUR HAIR"S SO LOOOONG'" he chortled even louder. "WHAT THE HEY? NEXT TIME YOU GO TO A PLACE LIKE THAT YOU HAVE TO BRING PEPPERSPRAY..."
Then finally, for the goodness of every god ever worshiped on earth, Watson paused. I sighed and turned to Kalyani, "Okay, the world's in peace again, phew!"

"Like a rock, Ha Ha!"

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

What is UP with him?, I thought furiously. Is he really just completely ignoring every single thing I'm saying? Or is he too busy listening to his own voice? Why can't he comprehend my annoyance? Why, why, why, why, why?
I rolled my eyes. I felt an urge that I needed to do this. I needed to quiet him down; for the love of god, and my suffering eardrum. If Watson can just give me 3 seconds, I would ask him to shush; and maybe, I could finish my nice, conversational lunch with Kalyani. I moved my chair towards Watson and poked him. He stretched his arm in front of my face and yelled out, "O-BLISKE!!!!!"
I let out another sigh. "Watson... English please." Of course, he wouldn't mind my poke at all; I've been poking him for nearly two years! No use whatsoever.
I sat thinking, unconsciously playing with my feet....my feet.... Wait a minute! That's it! I looked down at my purple pair of Nike sneakers with bright green Converse shoelaces.
My right foot jerked my shoe off and hung it on my instep. I will fling this shoe, I thought. I would fling it gently, and make it hit Watson's chair. No, even better; his arms! That would certainly get his attention. I spoke to Kalyani, "Look, ready? Watch."
I was thrilled. I have never flung anything in school except for a pencil. But I was ready to take this risk. After all, it was "Chaos & Chatters" time.
I breathed out my excitement and gave a kick. The shoe flew away from my foot and shot high up in the air! Wait... wait.... HIGH UP IN THE AIR? O, no, no, no, no, no! That wasn't supposed to happen! My shoe was spinning in the air as if it had wings. There was no way I could stop it. I wished I could freeze the time and grab my stupid, stupid shoe back from the cafeteria midair. My purple shoe kept spinning and spinning until it slowly lost its speed. My hands that were covering my ears now covered my eyes. They moved down to my mouth as my putrid shoe landed; thump― right on Jonas Webblers' blue plastic lunch tray.
Everyone except Jonas burst into a boisterous laughter. We also turned pink, but I am pretty sure I was purple. and I am also sure, from the stupefied look on Jonas' face, that he was cursing my ruthlessly skillful shoe that polluted his mac&cheese. In his head, he was probably cussing it, and me, with the every swear word he could ever find in his 12-year-old vocabulary. I yelled out a “sorry” to him, still cracking up like a maniac. Lizzie came up to me from two tables away and coughed out, “That was funny.” I couldn’t agree more. I rambled myself to Jonas’ table and picked up my evil shoe, which now had a cheesy heel. I left the cafeteria frantically as Watson spoke out, “what the shaneha?”

In the afternoon that Monday I could not stop thinking, talking, or laughing about my bizarre shoe incident. My shock was clear in my mind even after 5:29 P.M.; when Jesse B. and I chatted on Gmail:

Jesse: hello
me: hey
Jesse: sup?
me: just finished my math
Jesse: me 2
i still have 2 do ss
me: same
Jesse: yaaaaa
me: i have to write thnk u note
Jesse: yup
me: wahh
wathappened in lunch was funny
Jesse: o ya!!
me: haha ya
Jesse: haha
me: hahah
Jesse: jonas was all lyk r u f*^#$in serious
me: HAHAHAHA
im cracking up
haa
Jesse: goof job
me: y thnk ya
goof job
hahah
Jesse: jonas was the only 1 not laffin
me: ikr!!!
i felt so bad
HAHAH
Jesse: i didnt
me: HAHAH
was he still eating
Jesse: ya
me: hahah
LOL
Jesse: it landed on the last prt of his mac nd chess
cheese
me: HAAAAAAAAAAAaa
omg
haha
Jesse: how do u even do tht??
me: i tried 2 hit watty 2 make him b quiet but i flung it 2 hard
n high
Jesse: y wud u hit watty??
thts evil!

There I startled. I thought of that for few seconds, trying to think of what to say. Why was I trying to hit Watson? Because I wanted him to be quiet? Yes. Then why did I want him to be quiet? Well, because I was annoyed by his screams; sure. But then again, why was I annoyed by Watson at “Chaos & Chatters” time? Everyone else wasn’t. They were enjoying Watson’s lunacy. He was an entertainment for them.
I honestly, positively, didn’t mean to make that outlandish shoe fling and smother the innocent one’s lunch. But it happened, “accidently on purpose.” That phrase always seem to fit me perfectly. Sometimes, my actions lead to outraging accidents. I remember one time last year in 5M, I flung a pencil to Arthur who was feverously annoying me, but instead it flew 18 feet away across the classroom and hit Nathan who was 100% innocent. I also remember last year during lunch, Aleks threw a gross, suffocated cheese stick on my tray, so I threw it back at him with lodes of anger―but disastrously, it hit Ms. D’Amore the school nurse instead. Those are the times my palms sweated the most― rather horrid experiences, but hilarious to remember. And now that I think about it, before all those accidents happened (including my bizarre shoe fling) I was upset. I did what I did because I was irritated. Maybe that is the reason I screw up sometimes. When a person is miffed― they lose patience. Once they have lost their patience, they lose control. And when they have lost their control, they get in trouble. I know how spastic and easily annoyed I am. When I’m annoyed, I do whatever I think is right; but sometimes things go extreme and mistakes happen. Mostly they are laughable― but never for everyone. After all, Jonas was the poor victim of my flying shoe.
What I need to know is how to stay calm and amiable. I need to delay my anger, save up my patience, and not be too peppery or irascible. Watson is my “frienemy” (friend + enemy). Even though we like to annoy each other, I shouldn’t be irritated by his craziness. When Watson goes bonkers―He’s not trying to bother anyone at all. Insanity is what makes him Watty. I guess on that Monday, April 26th, I completely forgot who and what he was. And now that I reminded myself, hopefully I wouldn’t have to wear the smell of cheese ever again.

Introducing the Best Mistery novel of all Times: And Then There Were None

Introduction
And Then There Were None has a spontaneous mood that lures the readers to the very last 275th page of the book. It takes place in a lonely island named Indian Island, with 10 people who don’t know anything about each other. They have been invited to a mansion on the island that was believed to be owned privately by U. N. Owen. Since they are complete strangers to one another, they are rather ponderous and uncomfortable; especially when they’ve found out about one another’s wicked past. But this is where it gets the readers breathtaking. This book, And Then There Were None carries a thrill on every page, and you will not regret the moment you have held to read this phenomenal piece of mystery.

Crime
Every crime is unacceptable, but this one is inhumane. This murderer has planned to kill not only one, but a lot of innocent human beings. The criminal gives everyone the goose bumps, and the devastating fear that makes you impossible to sleep comfortably. He knew very strongly the lust to kill; he felt his desire of a theatrical, and a stupendous murder. So he used his imagination. He fit his murder to a nursery rhyme, “Ten Little Indians” and killed the victims he had in mind just the way the Indians were gone in the poem:

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;

One choked his little self and then there were nine.

Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;

One overslept himself and then there were eight.

Eight little Indian boys traveling in

Devon;

One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.

Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks

One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.

Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;

A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

Five little Indian boys going in for law;

One got in Chancery and then there were four.

Four little Indian boys going out to sea;

A

red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three little Indian boys walking in the zoo;

A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

Two Little Indian boys sitting in the sun;

One got frizzled up and then there was one.

One little Indian boy left all alone;

He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

Every single guest on the Indian Island was marked for murder. They were the ten little Indians.

Detectives/Suspects/Victims
The most intriguing thing about this book is that all the 10 guests are detectives/suspects/victims in some sort. This is quite unique because those three are extremely different;

Detective: An investigator looking for and gathering clues.
Suspect: A person who is suspected of a crime.
Victim: Someone who is harmed or suffers some loss

The 10 guests are: Judge Lawrence Wargrave, Vera Claythorne, Philip Lombard, Dr. Edward George Armstrong, William Henry Blore, Emily Brent, Thomas Rogers, Ethel Rogers, General John Gordon Macarthur, and Anthony Marston. When first few of them are murdered, the rest suspects U. N. Owen for the crime. But they find out that they are all alone in the island, Owen was nowhere to be in sight. They conclude that the murderer is among themselves. Some of the guests work together as detectives, bringing all the clues together, trying to solve the puzzle (there are also two inspectors in the epilogue who try to solve the mystery). But since they know that they there’s a cruel murderer among them, they suspect each other in their minds, always so very careful and curious about who the next victim would be. As it says on the back cover of And Then There Were None: “For each has been marked for murder. One by one they fall prey. Before the weekend is out, there will be none. And only the dead are above suspicion.

Clues
Without clues, a crime is unsolvable. That doesn’t mean that if there are clues, the crime will be solved. It’s feasible, but also very challenging. In And Then There Were None, the murderer does not reveal until the very last pages of the book, after the epilogue. The epilogue, however, contains the largest clue of the book. Of course there are some other mystical clues like on page 95-96, Mr. Rogers tells Armstrong that two of the ten little china figures on the table are missing. There were 2 people murdered so far by that part of the book. Every time a person was murdered, one of the little statues disappeared. Those china figures were the countdowns of the 10 victims. That is one of the dastard things that the murderer had done. This criminal did an amazingly cunning job not leaving the clues. In fact, the case of the 10 dead Indians is left unsolved at the end of the story. But don’t worry, you’ll find out who the murderer is when you read the book.

Red Herring
A red herring is a fish. But in mysteries, they are something different. They are the distraction for the readers, to keep them away from finding out the solution of the mystery until the very end. Sounds mean? But it makes the story even more exciting and curious. The red herrings in And Then There Were None are quite in pattern. The guests suspect a person among themselves as the murderer, then the next thing they find the suspect killed. There were some other red herrings involving individual characters such as when Vera screamed at a piece of seaweed, thinking it was a person. Red herrings can be random, not making sense and will throw the readers off, but they do make great cliff-hangers.

Tags On Facebook!

This is a picture from Tagmypals.com that was posted on Facebook. The thing I circled is my name; one of my classmates from my old school(John Pierce School, Brookline MA) tagged me as "Someone You Miss". I was quite touched when I found myself tagged in this picture, because I really miss my friends from USA. Knowing that someone misses me, I just don't miss my friends in Brookline, I also miss everybody there.

I told the guy who tagged me this picture that I miss him, too. I'm definitely going to visit Brookline in the summer. See you then, guys! <3<3

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'Twas the Night Before Christmas by Celement Clark Moore Parody(In a Different Poetry Format)

‘Twas the Dawn Before Christmas

Everyone cheer! Everyone cheer!
Let the Jingle Bell ring;
‘Cause Christmas is finally here,
Now everybody sing!
Then we are gonna celebrate,
With a piece of pumpkin pie;
Mmmm! Delicious! Isn’t it great?
Oh, now look at the sky!
Yes, I know that there’s no snow;
But just look up, no time for a mock;
Get out of bed and out we go!
Oh no, wait; it’s only 4 o’clock.
Get back to bed, dear; sorry to bother,
The alarm went off early; blame your mother.

-written in 2009, November by Jiyoon Lim

Wacky Web Tales: Recipe of the Class 25

Super SaLad


To make the best Russian Bear salad, you need fresh ingredients. The best time to buy a fresh Russian Bear is from January to December. Go to your local market. Pick up one Russian Bear and study it. The Russian Bear should be Rusty and Mashutka-like. These taste the best! Put 10937248.6120487132944444 of them in your shopping cart. You will also need a pound each of carrots and Agent Orange.
Next, you need to get the ingredients for the salad dressing. You might like Rocky Mountain Deer dressing, which tastes yummy on Russian Bear salad, but you might also enjoy Llama dressing. Pick out the 1324532646 best fruits you can find. Take your ingredients home, and get ready to make your salad.
Wash and dry each Russian Bear thoroughly. Use your Prankster and Lady Jane Grey to separate the parts of the Russian Bear. Put the pieces in a large salad bowl. Next, chop the carrots and Agent Orange, and put those in the bowl. To make the dressing, mash the fruit in another bowl. Add a cup of oil and 0.21974092 teaspoons of vinegar. Pour the dressing into the large salad bowl and mix the ingredients. Voilà! Enjoy your Russian Bear salad.

-from eduplace.com

*I apologize for the violence in this story, which only the Class 25 will understand. Thank you!!!!!

-Jiyoon aka Llama

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring(봄, 여름, 가을, 겨울, 그리고 봄)

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring is a movie that paints out the story about a boy who grows up in a beautiful Buddhist temple and learns important life lessons from his monk master. It is divided into 5 sections; Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring. The focus of this essay is on the very first section, and the lesson that the boy learns by then.





The season is spring. Beautiful weather, green plants, fresh water. The boy goes outside to play. He chases butterflies and runs around the rocky hill. Until he gets bored.





The little boy needs something new. Something entertaining. What he decides to do is to tie rocks to a fish, a frog, and a snake's body so they cannot move freely. He enjoys watching the animals suffer and try to escape from the weight of the rocks they're tied to. The boy never notices that his master has been watching everything.



The next morning, the little boy wakes up and finds himself tied to a rock bigger than the twice of the size of his face. Master says that he will untie him as soon as the boy go to the hills again and free the animals he abused the other day. As the boy frees the animals with the huge and heavy rock tied to his waist, he gets to know what life means and how he shouldn't treat it easily, no matter what it belongs to.



Master's way of teaching is in fact very affective. He used the method, "to be in someone else's shoes". It means to put yourself into someone else's perspective. The little boy had no idea how painful the animals must've been when they had rocks tied to their bodies. Master made the boy to actually experience the pain.



I remember this book I read: Walk Two Moons, by Sharon Creech. The title of the book is from a famous Native American saying, "never judge a man until you walk two moons in his moccasins ". It basically means the same with "to be in someone else's shoes". The main character of Walk Two Moons learns a lesson by being in someone else's perspective, like the little boy did in Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring.

There were a lot of times in my life that I had to hear the words, "Think how the other person would feel.", "be in someone else's perspectives.", etc. However, I've never experienced directly and felt the importance of being in someone else's shoes. I do know that it is nice to think about the others, I do try to look into other people's perspectives. The thing is that I have never gotten a chance to feel the pain that I have given to others. Instead I only herd the words, "don't do it again."

What the Master monk did to the boy was very clever. Feeling the pain by yourself leaves the lesson in your head for a long time. I am positive that the boy will not ever make the same mistake. I wonder if I would've been better at being in someone else's shoes if I had an experience like the boy had.