need to eat yogurt.
It made perfect sense. So I started eating Greek yogurt every morning for breakfast. It didnât give me the butt I was hoping for, but my left boob caught up with my right one and the only thing that changed was what I was eating.
I should take this as a sign that my life has turned a corner and Iâm entering the happy phase. Maybe thereâs an old me and a new me. The old me would have worried that writing that sort of thing would bring me bad luck. But the new me just needs to stay positive and believe that if I do, good things will happen. Why not? My boob grew! What are the odds of that? Maybe when someone goes through a phase like I did thissummer where everything went wrong, whoever it is thatâs dishing out the things-going-wrong stuff realizes youâve had your share and itâs time to move on to someone else.
Who knows? But thatâs my theory and I, April Elizabeth Sinclair, am sticking with it.
Up, Up, Up!
Itâs going to be a big, big, big day!
âEffie Trinket
Monday, August 19, 7:23 A.M.
At my desk neat and tidy desk
Day one. Grade eight. Iâm starting the year with a positive attitude and positive action. Last night, I cleaned off my desk, organized my backpack, laid out my clothes, and made plans for where to meet Billy and Brynn before school. I slept with my straightening iron in my bed so May couldnât find it, hide it, and get me in trouble for yelling at her for hiding my things. This morning, I woke up early; straightened my hair; ate oatmeal for breakfast; and after I had brushed my teeth, I looked in the mirror and said, âItâs going to be a great day!â I probably sounded like an ad for Folgers coffee. But I donât care.
As long as it works.
4:47 P.M .
Back at my desk
Maybe thereâs something to be said for positivity. I tried being positive all day, and to be honest, Iâve had worse first days back to school. Iâm sure I could find things to complain about, like having first-period PE, which meant that by the time Iâd finished playing forty minutes of field hockey, there was absolutely no point in straightening my hair this morning.
Or having second-period science with Mrs. Thompson, whose classroom is an unair-conditioned trailer at the back of the campus. By the time I walked there and sat through another forty minutes, I not only had frizzy hair, but I also didnât smell my freshest.
I could complain about having to walk (0.3 miles according to my Trail Tracker app) from Mrs. Thompsonâs class to third-period assembly and getting even hotter than I already was, or about having fourth-period lunch, which started at 10:47 and which meant I was expected to eat meatloaf or chicken patties before Iâd even finished digesting my oatmeal.
I could also complain that even though I had fourth-period lunch with Billy and Brynn, I had no classes with Billy and only study hall and fifth-period math with Brynn, which really didnât seem fair especially since Billy and Brynn had second, seventh, and eighth periods together, which means I could definitely complain about the fact that Faraway Middle School doesnât let students request who they want to be in class with.
But Iâm going to resist the temptation to complain about any of those things (and some other things) since Iâm the new, positive me. And in my positive view, today was pretty good. It wasnât like there was a whole string of good things that happened, but there was one thing that happened and if it works out the way I want it to, it would be great.
During assembly, a bunch of teachers were making announcements about clubs and activities. Ms. Baumann was thereâthe dance team coach from the high schoolâand she announced that sheâs opening up four spots for eighth-grade girls on the dance team. She said there are a lotof juniors and seniors on the team, and she wants to ânurture young
It made perfect sense. So I started eating Greek yogurt every morning for breakfast. It didnât give me the butt I was hoping for, but my left boob caught up with my right one and the only thing that changed was what I was eating.
I should take this as a sign that my life has turned a corner and Iâm entering the happy phase. Maybe thereâs an old me and a new me. The old me would have worried that writing that sort of thing would bring me bad luck. But the new me just needs to stay positive and believe that if I do, good things will happen. Why not? My boob grew! What are the odds of that? Maybe when someone goes through a phase like I did thissummer where everything went wrong, whoever it is thatâs dishing out the things-going-wrong stuff realizes youâve had your share and itâs time to move on to someone else.
Who knows? But thatâs my theory and I, April Elizabeth Sinclair, am sticking with it.
Up, Up, Up!
Itâs going to be a big, big, big day!
âEffie Trinket
Monday, August 19, 7:23 A.M.
At my desk neat and tidy desk
Day one. Grade eight. Iâm starting the year with a positive attitude and positive action. Last night, I cleaned off my desk, organized my backpack, laid out my clothes, and made plans for where to meet Billy and Brynn before school. I slept with my straightening iron in my bed so May couldnât find it, hide it, and get me in trouble for yelling at her for hiding my things. This morning, I woke up early; straightened my hair; ate oatmeal for breakfast; and after I had brushed my teeth, I looked in the mirror and said, âItâs going to be a great day!â I probably sounded like an ad for Folgers coffee. But I donât care.
As long as it works.
4:47 P.M .
Back at my desk
Maybe thereâs something to be said for positivity. I tried being positive all day, and to be honest, Iâve had worse first days back to school. Iâm sure I could find things to complain about, like having first-period PE, which meant that by the time Iâd finished playing forty minutes of field hockey, there was absolutely no point in straightening my hair this morning.
Or having second-period science with Mrs. Thompson, whose classroom is an unair-conditioned trailer at the back of the campus. By the time I walked there and sat through another forty minutes, I not only had frizzy hair, but I also didnât smell my freshest.
I could complain about having to walk (0.3 miles according to my Trail Tracker app) from Mrs. Thompsonâs class to third-period assembly and getting even hotter than I already was, or about having fourth-period lunch, which started at 10:47 and which meant I was expected to eat meatloaf or chicken patties before Iâd even finished digesting my oatmeal.
I could also complain that even though I had fourth-period lunch with Billy and Brynn, I had no classes with Billy and only study hall and fifth-period math with Brynn, which really didnât seem fair especially since Billy and Brynn had second, seventh, and eighth periods together, which means I could definitely complain about the fact that Faraway Middle School doesnât let students request who they want to be in class with.
But Iâm going to resist the temptation to complain about any of those things (and some other things) since Iâm the new, positive me. And in my positive view, today was pretty good. It wasnât like there was a whole string of good things that happened, but there was one thing that happened and if it works out the way I want it to, it would be great.
During assembly, a bunch of teachers were making announcements about clubs and activities. Ms. Baumann was thereâthe dance team coach from the high schoolâand she announced that sheâs opening up four spots for eighth-grade girls on the dance team. She said there are a lotof juniors and seniors on the team, and she wants to ânurture young
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