Well, I am going to try and give you a general update of the most interesting events since october 23 (the last time I posted). So.... 1. I tried out for speech and I made (yay) and I am in verse reading (VR) which was my category last year (yay). HOWEVER some of my good friends didn't get exactly what they wanted as a category BUT they did make it. Luckily, they have gotten over this catergory issue since there were a lot of kids who were really deserving of making the team who did not make it this year. 2. First quarter is over!!! OMG!! My grades are not the best but MUCH MUCH easier to fix for the semester. Um...AP Euro really skyrocketed grade-wise and I got 100% on the take home test (key words: take-home). 3. Dancing with the Stars ( an awesome show on ABC) is coming to the end as both Jerry and Monique have left since the 23rd). The three couples left are : a) Mario Lopez (HOT) and Karina who are gunna win (no rly they ARE gunna win), Joey Lawrence (wut is with the vein in his head??) and Edyta who are gunna leave next week, and Emmitt Smith (woot woot!) and Cheryl who are gunna get second place... 4. Halloween!!!! It was fun! I got WAY more candy than last year and me and my sister dressed up as geeks: suspenders, tuckend in shirts w/ turtlenecks, belts over jeans that are too high and glasses...Rehku was pimp/willy wonka/elton john/purple pal...LOL While we were walking, and elevated crack in the sidewalk caused me to trip and fall on my face (yes i know I was doing an excellent job as my geeky character) and the next day my wirst was KILLINg me. Luckily, Rehku's handy-dandy ICYHOT iced and heated the pain away  Oh and one more thing, Rehku and I asked around to see how old people thought we were and some popl thought rehku and I were like 12 and my LIL sis was 14....rehku was a little mad...lol 5. Nivi is in my anatomy class now....YAY!!!!!! SLT, IF BUDDIES, A&P....I do not feel like explaining the reason why she is in my anatomy class...sry if u don't already know 6. If you wanna see my speech poem..here it is (even though it is way better when I perform it  ) The Accident by Lisa Lewis I had no business there in the first place-I’m trying To lose weight- but the counter help was all smiles Having survived the lunch hour crunch. My husband And I ordered burger and fries. We were talking about some recent trouble, Something about the car, maybe, both of us Interested, me a little tired, so it was almost the way You turn instinctively, say from a spider web in a darkened hall, how I looked across the restaurant and Found her face. Left cheekbone swollen to a baseball, the same eye blackened, Heavy make-up, front tooth out in a jack-o lantern grin. As she tried to look friendly to the young waitress Her husband motioned over. He rested one hand on His wife’s shoulder, solicitous, the other waving a Lit cigarette, a small man, dark-haired, now laughing aloud, glancing at the uncombed head of his beaten wife. Turning her back to the room, though not crowded, but All suddenly staring, reading the last few hours Of those lives in a horror of recognition. She cupped her hand, shading the side of her face, but You could see lumps of vertebrae through her T-shirt And he kept talking, smiling at her, with a Slight tilt of his head as is saying, Poor baby, something happened to her, Good thing I’m here to take of her, a car wreck, a bad one, a smash-up, and all of us looked And knew better. At the table with them was a little girl. I couldn’t see the child’s face. We left soon after, heads turned, not looking, Because at sometime the man and woman would go home To the privacy of a city apartment, no neighbors home All day to heat, but first I said, in the restaurant, Across the room where he couldn’t hear, If I had a gun I’d blow his brains out, and I thought of that moment Familiar from movies, the round black skull blowing out frame by frame by frame, like a baseball smashing A window, but no one near would’ve been bloodied because no one was standing anywhere near him. I was taught not to write about this. But my teacher never Knew that I, too, had been hit in the face by a man. He knew only of my clumsy effort to cast what happened into “characters”. I, like the character in my first effort Was screaming to the heavens and a boyfriend, and We argued outdoors near a stack of light wood. That day I railed like the caricature of a screaming woman, Hand on hips, sometimes a clenched fist, I was Complaining, I think, as he planned some stupid thing I hated, like fishing or pitching horses. Whatever he wanted to do was harmless, but so was my Screaming, my furious pleading, an endless loop Inside my head rolling, I want to be rid of him, and then he Slapped me across my open mouth, I felt myself shut and Staggered, because he was a large man and I was a small \ Woman, and he still made sure to hit me pretty hard, Both of is strong and mad a heck earl one morning, When he wanted to from what he wanted to do what he wanted to keep me from doing it. He slapped me twice, knocking me to my knees in kindling So my knees were scraped bloody and my hand Closed on a foot and a half of inch thick pine. I stumbled up, Swinging, my popping wide, till I brought it down hard across his shoulder, I saw how the rage on his face Flashed to fear, jus that quick, a second or less… And he turned to run but he made the wrong choice, If he’d gone to the road I wouldn’t’ve followed, but he ran Inside my apartment, so I cornered him upstairs and Knocked him out. It was so simple. He fell so hard, I thought I’ve killed him; I was throwing my things in a paper bag when I heard him… sobbing. But I was young and believed I had proven I was strong. I had beaten a man to his knees. Months later I would go To college and stay there for years, Not letting on to anyone the terrible thing I’d done, until One day seeing the beaten face. What scared me most, the missing tooth, the tangled hair, the vertebrae, no the daughter. There is no thinking g what it means about me to say this: I am not sorry. I might have killed that man. I am not sorry. Whoops, I screwed up my font...o well....so did u like the poem...well I dont care if u like it or not cuz I LOVE it....jk ...not rly... Talk to you soon ~chloe | 
