How I feel about blogging

Blogging to me is a waste of my time. Well its just my opinion, some people think its a better way to tell how they feel, or its some kind of connection to others. Me personally, I don't like it. The only reason that I do blog is because my English teacher is grading me on it. I don't think I need to do it at all because its not a school requirement, and its not going to help me get into any college. If this is a way to improve writing skills, its really not working for me. If I wasn't getting graded on this, I would not be on here. I know that my grade now is probably very low, but I don't have anything to write about, or 'follow' anyone on. I have other ways to express my feelings, instead of me telling it to the Internet, I put it on paper, and i read it to myself, and if there's an opinion I'm seeking. I'll ask someone I know, or who feels the same way at the moment.

In some cases blogging is really a nice way to vent. It helps some people get anger out, or show some type of emotion---in that case, I really do need to blog--- but in general, I really don't care for it.

How I broke my ankle

It was about 5 years ago. My friend and I were playing in front of her house. We were playing jump rope, and other kids wanted to play with us, so we had a dance contest.--girls against boys-
My team was practicing the routine we made up, and we decided to put some kind of cheering in it. So we agreed that I'll do a backwards flip, back then I was pretty good at it. The boys’ routine was based on the TV show "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air", they were doing the dance routine that Will and Carlton did.
I was practicing my flip, and they started to dancing, and I thought it was very funny, and started to laugh. I got very distracted by the dance moves because they were terrible. Instead of me landing on my feet, I landed on my back. It was very funny, and embarrassing. At first, it really didn't hurt, I didn't know that it was broke, but I knew I couldn't move.
Then my friends helped me up from the ground, well the boys didn't because they were too busy laughing. My friend was more scared than I was. She was basically panicking, I was trying to tell that it was broke; she was steady screaming “It’s not broke, it's not broking... Stop playing with me, walk on it." I was trying to explain, but words couldn't get to her. So she took upon herself to shake my leg. I really wanted to beat the -blank- out of her. That's when I started crying, that was very painful. My ankle looked like it had a baseball on top of it.
Then my mom came and took me to the hospital.

Bugs really scare me

I am very afraid of insects, big, small. I don't know how I became so scared of them but now I'm at the point where I would cry if I'm around them.

One time my dad scared me with a spider. The spider was in my room, and I asked him to kill it for me, so instead of him killing it, he chased me into my closet and threw it at me. I was so scared, out of no where I had like super strength and pushed him out of my way and I ran into my living and started crying. I thinks that's how I became so terrified of them.

Going to a new school

Going to a new school is kind of hard. You have to leave all of your friends, in my case a lot of friendships too. You have to adapt to something new, and get used to the rules, how they do stuff differently than your old school. I really didn't want to leave my old school because i knew a lot of people, and i felt like it was a second home, even though i didn't like school. My first day at the new school, I really didn't like it.

On my second day of school, I still didn't really care for it. The people there was very nice and helped me around.
Then I had to get used to it, and give people a chance. I didn't like it because I chose not to like it. A lot of people tried to be my friend, but I didn't give them a chance. Now its time for me to get over my 'lost' and suck it up.

Now that I have lightened up to the school, I'm starting to really enjoy my self, now I actually have some friends, well, people I talk to. I like the school I'm at now better than my old school--very slightly-