March 4, 2011 - Posted by stephanief - 0 Comments
In life your always gonna have that one time that’s unforgettable, whether it be a sad time, happy time, or even rough time. For me it was wen i went to the beach.
It was the summer of ’09′ and we had gone to Venus Beach in California. I remember getting there only to be dashing to the water . “Don’t forget your sunscreen,” My mother yelled, “I don’t want tomato children!” Pretending not to hear her, my siblings and i scurried our way into the salty water. SPLASH! SPLASH! I could feel the cold water run into my ears and over my body, I remember hearing silence as i floated away. It was calm. It was as if all my troubles had floated off into the water leaving me not to care. My brothers and sisters of course ruined it by splashing my face. AHH!! We played our games of Marco Polo and Chicken Fights. Evening had soon come into place. I remember feeling the warm sand run through my fingers as I layed in the sand. I remembered seeing our footprints as we walked away. I looked back at the beach that was getting farther and farther away. I hoped i would never forget that day, the best day ever!
You never know wen unforgettable days are gonna happen, so my advice; Treat every day like as if it will end up being UNFORGETTABLE.
-Stephanie
October 24, 2010 - Posted by stephanief - 0 Comments
Its been a long time since I’ve been blogging. I am now a 7th grader at Eastwood Middle School. It’s an awesome school. Everyone will tell you it’s scary, or it’s hard. I’ve got something to tell you, it’s not at all; if your a good student, and you stay out of trouble … you will be fine. Sure it will be tough since they expect you be more mature, but you’ll get there. It’s not like 6th grade at all. There are SO many rules! Like how we cant wear different colored socks; they have to be plain, black, white, or gray. In my opinion that is a dumb rule because we should have the freedom of being who we want to be, to express our personality. The trouble makers will have to well… get out of their little dream world because you will get caught. We have security walking around. They won’t bother you, but if they think you are doing something wrong they will stop, and question you. Right now I take Pre-AP Math, and Language arts, Video Arts , Science, TX History ( Social Studies ) Gym, and Honor Band. I’m very happy where I stand. I also am a Football manager, and going toi be in sports like, Basketball, Wrestling, Track and Field, and Softball. But I have to maintain my grades. If you have questions comment, and ill answer them.
– Stephanie
June 22, 2009 - Posted by stephanief - 1 Comment
You always hear people say they don’t remember anything that happened to them in 5th grade. Well ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, I don’t think I will ever forget my days of living the life as a 5th grader. My life as a 5th grader have gone to levels nobody would expect, from embarrassing moments to good moments. From good grades to being accused of rumors. One of the most precious things of that year and years to come that I will remember best would be all of the great, respectful, and caring friends, including Bryana Balderama, Julia Parks, Samantha Q., and Robert Walker, all UNDERSTANDING. Another memory I will never forget was all the amazing and funny teachers. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Empson was always on task, never letting anyone fall behind and was understandable, but she was retiring after the year we were in 5th grade. Oh yeah, she was the reading teacher. Next was Mrs. Vega, the science teacher. She would make sure we knew what we were doing and made sure we did it right no matter what. Then there was Ms. Anchondo, the Math teacher. She was like the funniest most enjoyable teacher to be around. She was always in a good mood and had a positive attitude. I am saying this as something good but she always acted as if she was still a kid and that was what everyone liked about her. YOU ROCK MS. ANCHONDO! And last but not least was Ms. Duran, the social studies and writing teacher. Even if she was having the worst day of her life she would act as if she just won a million dollars. She was always multitasking like telling us instructions and grading papers which would then lead her to telling us some mumbo jumbo thing. Which was really funny. I will never forget those teachers. Come to think of it 5th grade was the best grade I’ve been in so far. But we will just have to wait and see. 5TH GRADE AND IT’S TEACHERS WERE THE BEST! Just like always Edgemere will always and forever be the most best and unforgettable school in the entire world.
Always and forever your greatest student,
Stephanie 
May 16, 2009 - Posted by stephanief - 0 Comments
I would not know where to start with Esteban, he is the most weirdest most humorous brother a girl can have. On Wednesday 13, 2009 he broke his collar bone when he fell off a net on the jungle gym. He hasn’t given up, he still clowns around and plays video games and calls himself a warrior. But he has a problem, he wants to try out for the Eastwood Middle football team but can’t because well he can take off his brace in November but the season probably would have already started. But he keeps his spirits up and is already wanting to go back to school. He falls down and gets right back up with no help. Right now he is just like the way he was before he got hurt, playing jokes on me and my sister, Bella. He somewhat inspires me because he never backs down and is always ready to something else no matter why. I’m sure once he is free from his brace he is going back to the little unstoppable monkey he has always been. Turns out Nemo ( Esteban) has nothing in his way to stop him!
January 9, 2009 - Posted by stephanief - 0 Comments
This year I will try to start helping my baby brother Logan learn to ride his bike because he has been asking me since the midst of November and I have been keeping him from reaching his goal. So I am going to stop being so lazy so that I can help him. I am so grateful that he gave me another chance to go and help him. Without him I would be a lazy bum. I love him so much!
And my second New Years resolution…
This New Years I will try to help my cousin Joel learn to be more strong with his left arm because when he was in his mothers stomach something happened and the umbilical cord cut off his right arm so right now at the age of 3 and a half he only has his left arm. What I am trying to teach him to do is to hold plates and cups and I hope I can at least try.
P.S. We’ll start off with plastic plates and cups so that if he dropes them they will not break and we will not get hurt.
January 9, 2009 - Posted by stephanief - 0 Comments
” Ring, Ring, Ring! ” The phone rang. I ran and picked it up “Hello,” I said “Stephanie,” my cousin Victoria said “Let me speak to your dad.” So I set the phone down and went to go get my dad. So he went to the phone and started talking and I just sat there on the chair like a bump on a log looking at my dad. As they got into their conversation I could see my dad’s eyes open as wide as a blow fish. He hung up the phone with an excited look on his face. “What, What, What! ” I yelled trying to find out what had happened. “Victoria is… is going to have a baby.” he told me. “When is ‘it’ going to be born? ” I asked. “It is going to be born probably in the end of April.” my dad answered. The next day we went over to congratulate her on the baby. I got kind of worried that something would happen to the baby that would then hurt Victoria. After a night of baby talk about what its name would be and how he or she would be dressed we went home and to bed to catch some Zsss. The next day was a little better, I didn’t think about it as much as the other day. A few months later she had a baby shower and we played alot of games, but I was still worried. I had hoped the night before that I would stop thinking about something happening to the baby, but it didn’t work. Three months later on April 27, 2005 Victoria was put in the hospital in case her water was to break. On April 29, 2005 two days later my Aunt Laura called and said that her water broke, so we rushed over to Sierra Del Sol hospital so we could see ‘it’. We weren’t allowed to go in with her but 8 to 10 minutes later the nurse came and led us to the room to the sound of ababy crying like a little boy in the middle of a toy store who couldn’t get anything because he misbehaved. ” What do you think you want to name him? ” I asked. ” Hhmm I think I will name him Joel, Joel Francisco Garcia.” ” Well then,” I said “Welcome to the Family, Joel.” He opened up his eyes and thats when I knew that at that moment he would become the most precious baby in the world.
October 10, 2008 - Posted by stephanief - 5 Comments
One summer afternoon I was opening a tuna can and I pulled up the lid and it all of a sudden slit my finger wide open. A blast of horror ran down my spine as drops of blood dripped down from my shaking hand, Drip, Drop, Drip Drop went the rose petal red blood coming down from my hand.
” M-M-MOM!” I screamed at the top of my lungs so she could hear me.
“What, What happened!?!?” she asked.
“I slit my finger open.” I replied shaking tremendously.
“Well then let’s go to the sink so we could rinse it off,” my mom said, fast and furious.
So as fast as lightning we ran to the sink in the bathroom and rinsed it off with cold water.
“Now go sit down and relax, make sure nothing hits your finger, okay?”
So I went to go sit down. After about two hours of questions going through my head about whether or not I would have to get stitches it was time for me to go to bed. ” But momma, what about my finger? ” I asked.
“Well sorry cause you can’t stay up.” my mom responded.
So I got up, dragged my lazy feet to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put my p-js on, then went to bed hoping nothing would happen to my finger while I was asleep.
That night wasn’t so bad, it was the morning that was, because I got up, and as I was getting out of bed, I hit the slit finger and it opened up even wider as the vacuum cleaner hit it and guess what… it had closed and when the handle hit it, it reopened and blood started coming out.
After a couple of days of making sure it was clean and nothing hit it, it went away. But I had learned a very valuable lesson during that week, never open something with a sharp end by yourself NEVER!!
photo credit: psflannery
October 3, 2008 - Posted by stephanief - 1 Comment
Mr. Wormwood wears a green and purple checkered jacket. He is a short, rat faced, back haired man. He shouts at Matilda like a selfish and mad father. He is grateful for his son but not for Matilda. He behaves like a good salesman in front of other people but not at home. He cheats his customers by putting sawdust in the motors. His wife and he both think Matilda is a scab and a twit. He says that he is a handsome and good looking man.
September 5, 2008 - Posted by stephanief - 3 Comments
Grandma, Grandma, you’re in my heart,
you’re snuggable and lovable,
you and me are like art,
when I put us together everything is much better.
I make you mad,
I break your heart
and especially make you sad,
but after that I say sorry
and hope you forgive me, and try not to worry that
you will not see that there is
a soft side in me.
But don’t forget that I will always love you 
June 3, 2008 - Posted by stephanief - 1 Comment
My life has changed a lot since the beginning of fourth grade with the help of my friends and of course my teachers. We all have favorite subjects, but my favorite subject is math. I like math, just because of all the thinking skills you have to put in it. It’s just awesome the way you look at the problem and then try different ways to figure it out.
Another thing I like about 4th grade is my teacher, Mrs. Hulburt. Mrs. Hulburt is not like other teachers, she understands our problems and wishes, she helps us deal with those problems and wishes, and she knows how it feels when you have trouble with a subject. One of the most embarrassing moments about 4th grade was when I fell out of my chair as I was sitting down, It’s because I was starting to sit down when I didn’t know that my chair was not on the bottom of my butt, so then as I was sitting down, PLOP, I fell to the floor while everyone was staring and laughing. I will never forget that day, actually I will never forget all of those wacky moments. HHHHHHHMMMMMM, now only if I can find a way to go back to 4th grade.
