Stephanie’s Wacky World|Crazy and Weird Moments

In the book, Jubal’s Wish, Jubal goes with a picnic basket to visit Girdy and captain Gilbert at their homes.But Girdy and the captain are not really being nice and don’t want to have a picnic with him. So Jubal gets this wonderful surprise, a wizard comes up to grant Jubal a wish. So Jubal wishes a wish that he thinks might brighten his day. But does Jubal take away the day of evil and bring back the cheer and joyful day?

My favorite part in the book is when Jubal gets saved by Girdy and Captain Gilbert because it reminds me of my family because when I have bad day I make a wish and some how my wish had come true, all of a sudden all of my family members had become a lot nicer. I recommend this book for people to read because it tells you that if you make a wish it might come true if you make it happen and also to look on the bright side of things.

On a shivering cold New Years day I woke up, looked through the window and saw soft,creamy,ivory white colored snow all over the place.”Snow!” I yelled as I was putting on layers and layers of clothes.But something was wrong when I was about to go outside and play in that thick snow, I had heard an ear piercing hiss coming from the bathroom in my bedroom where Noel,a pregnant dog,was laying.So I went and took a peek to make sure nobody was doing their buisness.After I made sure I ran in and saw six baby puppies on a towel enjoying delisious milk from her.”Aww,” I whispered, “How cute.” Three of them were russet brown, two of them were charcoal black, and the last one, my favorite, was midnight black and its paws,half of its tail, and a part of its neck were snow white. “M-O-M!” I demanded,”Come Quick!” “What,What,What!” she yelled back.”Is something wrong with No…?” She paused.Her eyes widened, her hand pushed itself up to her mouth,and she giggled.”No,No,Noel had six of them?” She asked.”Yup!” I replied.We both picked one up as gentle as holding a new born baby.Then right away my sister and grandma burst in from the door (they had just got back from a cruise around the neighborhood, they wanted to view the wonderful white snow).”Bella,look what we’ve got!” I shouted across the room.She burst into the room and scolded me when she saw the puppies,”Why did you call me in here,to hold one of those dumb and weird things?” “Their not things they’re puppies and yes, so just do it!” “But I don’t want to,” She whined.”Even if the are brown,black,bold,and beautiful.” “Well then here, hold one,NOW!” I demanded to my sister.I handed her a puppy, the black and white one.”Hold it!” I scolded to her again.She put her hands out and I set the puppy in her gentle, little hands.To my surprise she held it.”Aww,” She stated,”They are so cute, and so soft.” “I know they are.” I replied.But to sum up my whole terrific story, after that event we all sat down, watched TV, and played with the puppies for the remainder of the day.I’ll have to admit playing with those puppies was much better than the snow on that shivering, cold New Years Day.

Have you ever lost an important person in your life? Well, I have.It all started on a cool, breezy afternoon when the trees were dancing in the wind while in my house in El Paso, Texas. I had asked my grandpa, “Grandpa,what are you doing?” He replied, “Getting some money,” “But why?” I asked still unsure.”Because I’m going to take you to the movies,” he replied.”But Grandpa,” I said “You don’t look so good. I assured him,”We’ll go to the movies some other day.” So I helped him up and took him to his bed. “Now you just lay here and get your rest, I’ll come and check up on you later.” I told him as I handed him a glass of water and then left.

After a while I came in to see the worst sight a grandson or daughter could see, he was on his bed not moving, not even breathing. I just stood there, my eyes watered up, my stomach twisted, my heart pounded harder than ever, and my grin turned upside down. I held his hands as I screamed, “Grandpa,Grandpa, please don’t die, please don’t die, you’re too important to me!” I prayed to God that a miracle would happen.

Just then I had a flashback, a flashback of all the good stuff he has done with and to me. I remembered the time when he held my hand when I fell off my bike, I remembered the time when he lifted me up to put the star up on the Christmas tree, I had also remembered the time when he said I love you Stephanie, and I remembered the time he had given me a piggy bank ride. Then all of a sudden my flashback had ended and all those happy moments just disappeared.

“Dad,is he really dead?” I asked as I saw him walk in. So my dad went up to my grandpa and put his hand on his chest. “I’m afraid so.” he responded. I sat there sobbing like a baby.”Come on Steph,” my dad said. “Let’s go outside and forget all about this.” But I couldn’t leave so I just knelt there on the floor praying that he was okay.

A week later we had a funeral for him and from that day on when ever I go to the movies I always save a seat for him for I know that he will come down from heaven to watch that scary, funny or even sad movie with me. For he was the most important person to me in the whole entire world.

Teaching, Teaching, Teaching, how I love it so  much, I’ve loved it since I was 5 in Kindergarten. I love all of it. The numbers, the letters, and the learning are all captivating.  I want to teach the awesome grade, 4th grade. This is meaningful to me because it gives me a chance to be with children and it doesn’t make an idle person sitting at home doing nothing like a bump on a log. It gives me a chance to be me. I will have to be really focused on my work to achieve this and get very good grades in school. Everytime you have to work, work, work. I also have to go to a magnificent college that will help me become a fabulous teacher. I will also have to visit other classrooms as a visitor to see how and what they do. i think this will change me a whole lot because I’ll become a better, nicer, stronger in the heart person. I can learn things about my class in many ways.

The way I got this idea was on a hot day in August on the 27 of 2007 when I became a 4th grader and got better and better and throughout the days I thought, “I am very good at this 4th grade stuff, maybe I could be a teacher.” I had got my inspiration from my glorious teacher Mrs. Hulburt. She taught me to believe in myself, if I do, anything is possible. She’s the one that lisened to me when I had problems. She’s the one that KNEW  anything  was possible in school.  I will never forget my 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Hulburt.  So if you think that teaching is a good job  do it, remember if you believe you will achieve.

Santa has a funny way of giving gifts sometimes. Last Christmas I wanted a puppy, let’s just say I got that wish, well almost.

Our doggie dilemma begins now: Last Christmas on a burning hot day (it sometimes gets hot on Christmas in El Paso), my sister and I were blowing bubbles on the porch, one by one two by two three by three and oh I think you get the point. I was thinking of how great it must be to have a dog cause I’ve been wanting to have one so bad.

Just then, “Stephanie!” my sister screamed.

”Can’t you see that I’m daydreaming” I said back.

“But…But there’s a dog!” my Sister said back. She was as scared as a cat who’s trying to get away from a dog.

So I looked down expecting to see the most hairy, furry, scary, monstrous dog I have ever seen. Instead I saw the most teeny-tiny caramel brown colored dog with the fluffiest fur I have ever seen. “Oh, how cute,” I said to it thinking it could hear me. Then I turned around and saw my sister running to the backyard, so I followed her.

Once I got there, I asked her, “Why are you such a scaredy cat?”

She replied, ” Because I’m just a little girl.”

“Yeah, right,” I whispered so she wouldn’t hear me.

Then I heard, “Stephanie, it’s back!” It was my sister screaming like the little girl she is.

Then I saw that beautiful dog sitting there in front of my sister staring at her as if it was saying, “Why are you such a scaredy cat, can’t you see I’m beautiful.” I felt like saying that that was the same thing I had said, but I thought it might not know how to speak English and I wouldn’t want to sound like a maniac so I just giggled.

“Well I’m going inside, okay?” my Sister said with a shiver in her voice.

“I’ll come with you,” I said back. I took one last look at the puppy then went inside.

When we got inside my sister started to walk around the whole house not knowing what to do while I went up to my dad and said, “There’s a beautiful caramel brown colored dog with the fluffiest fur ever! Can we keep him please please PLEASE!”

“I don’t know, it’s a lot of work, can you handle it?” my dad asked me.

“Yes I can!” I replied with happiness in my voice.

“Okay” my dad said. After he said that I started screaming and jumping all over the place. ” Stop, Stop, Stop!” my dad commanded. “First we have to build it a home, wash it, then feed it.”

“Well I guess,” I whispered. So all of us (my Dad, my Sister, and I ) went outside and all pitched in and made a little house for it. Then we gave it a bath cause he smelled gross, so after all that smelly, slobbery, watery, dog hairy mess in the bathroom I  put him outside and gave him some leftover meat.

After he ate he went to sleep, so we thought we should go to sleep to. So the next day comes and we all get up to go get him some food and when we got back he was long gone.

So every Christmas I think about that little guy if he’s still alive or not. So from now on we keep the dog food we bought for him just in case we get another little visitor.

The teacher I was thankful for was my 2nd grade teacher which was Ms. Trujillo. I was thankful for her because she is a very nice teacher, just like all my other teachers. The perfect example was in 2nd grade when you needed help, she was always kind about it. She wouldn’t scream at you saying “YOU DO IT YOURSELF, I’M NOT GOING TO HELP YOU!!!” Another thing I am thankful for her was that she was an AWESOME TEACHER! Another example was that she would always want to have fun with you. I loved her and that is why I am thankful for her.

“Shoot! Score!” the referee said as I shot the winning basket and made it. “Yes!” I screamed. It all started on Saturday October 20, And I was scared. I thought we might not make it since we lost the other game. When my dad, my brother and sister and I got there, my brother walked me inside while my dad parked the car. When I went inside I was relieved cause there wasn’t alot of people. So I ran threw the court and went to Ms. Ward to get my t-shirt. A little later when Ms. Ward was talking to us, the whistle blew and that meant the game was supposed to start. (By the way we were playing Sageland). As I walked onto the court I said to myself, ”Don’t be scared just do your best.” And my best paid of we won the other team had 4 points and we had 7. That was an awesome game.

Yesterday on Septemper 17 after we got out of school we went home to make sure Spike (our pet salamander) was okeydokey ok. So I set my backpack down and went to get his worms so I could feed her, instead I had found her head pressed againt the glass like it had been glued there, she was also brown as gravel instead of a forest green look.

“Daddy I think Spikes dead.” I called to him in a very unhappy voice.

“She’s not dead she’s just probably sleeping” my dad responded to me as he was walking down the hall to see what I was yapping about know. He came to see she was dead. Everybody was very unhappy my sister even cried realizing that we had just lost a member of the family. So as a group we all went outside and stopped right next to a plant we had planted.

“Why are we burying her here?” I asked.

“Because her body will help the plants grow” my dad said as he was making a whole by the plant. After that my dad lowered her body into the whole and then it was time to fill the whole up with sand, each of us got a chance to pour sand in the whole.

After that we all gathered around her and said a prayer and also promised we would always go out and visit her. Ever since then we all have took time off to go visit her.

My first day in fourth grade was awesome. At first I thought ”oh great school.” But when I saw my classroom, I said, “This is gonna be fun.” Then I said by to my dad then went and sat down, I saw all my friends. We do lots of stuff, I’m glad I’m a 4th grader.