Just for you Aunt Kim! :)

Aunt Kimberly sent us these balloons and told us to have fun with them, so this is what we did:

Aaron with his "cool-dude"






Daniel with his manly-man





Christopher's bestest buddy





and my cute baby girl! Thanks Aunt Kim!!!

Busy Summers

All throughout elementary I looked froward to summers. They were three whole months where I didn't have any worries or promised plans. I just lived in the moment. As each year of school comes to an end, I find myself still thinking of summer as free time. What a mistake that is.

So far, I've had about a week of free time. Week one: Rachel moved into my room. That week was spent cleaning and moving. My grandparents also got home from their mission that weekend. Week two: EFY! Started at nine in the morning and didn't end for another twelve hours. There was only enough time for a small snack and sleep. Week three: I babysat for at least five hours each day. In my spare time, I was helping move in a neighbor down the street. Week four: I had summer seminary, my mom's birthday, and many chores. This week starts all of the real craziness. Yesterday we had Rachel's birthday. On Saturday Aaron is turning eight and getting baptized. Then on Monday I start Girl's Camp(which I still need to pack for). After girl's camp comes Family Camp and even more.

I keep thinking of August and hoping it will be less hectic, but then I think again. School will start at the end of it. That means lots of shopping. We also have Andrew's wedding, Heidi coming home from Romania, Eric's birthday, and South Weber Days.

Oh well, I guess it's all part of growing up. And every time I think my life is busy, I can just look at my cousin Megan. Her families lives this summer are twenty times worse than mine. I just can't believe how fast it all goes by.

Uh-Oh, Amy back-talked!!!

My teacher handed out the outline for a big project we were going to start working on. On the paper was a list of all the due dates and other important dates. The first one on the list was to hand out the paper and talk about the project. I noticed that our teacher was a day behind schedule. I raised my hand and asked a simple, inocent question.

"Mr. Ferrell weren't you suppose to hand this out yesterday?"

"Yeah, I was having an off day yesterday so I just put it off for a day." he replied.

My teacher has a favorite saying that he likes to use aganst us. I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"You're always saying that you wouldn't expect us to do anything you wouldn't do. So, if we're having an off day, can we turn this assignment in a day late too?"
He wasn't too happy with me, but he was good about it. He just laughed and blew it off. I just forgot about it too, until I got my midterm grades!!!

My citizenship grade for his class was an N (meaning 'needs improvment'). Next to that he had commented, "Needs to focus more, complain/criticize less. Fantastic potential."

I went and talked to him and tried to work it out. He told me that he had really thought hard about it and would have just left it, but since I was an officer I needed to be 'held accountable for all the mistakes I made.' Then he made me apologize and finally filled out a grade-change slip.

The story continues:
When I walked into the office to hand them my slip, one of the vice principals sneered at me. I just ignored him, knowing that he always has something witty to say. As I explained my story to the office assistant, he continued to stand there and smirk at me.

The next day he called me over to him at lunch. "What about that grade Amy? You didn't tell your parents did you? I knew it! I'm going to have to call them right now." Of course I had told my mom and dad, but I'll get to that later. I tried to explain to him, but no, he wouldn't hear a word of it.

A week later I attended honors night with my parents. They called my name and I proceded to follow others and get my certificate. Mr. Ido, the vice principal, handed it to me and said, " So Amy, what about that grade?"

As is expected, I had kept my parents posted on the story at all times. I now know that that was a mistake. My mid-term grades are sitting in a folder, ready to be scrapbooked, at this very minute. Attatched to the paper is a sticky note in my mom's writing that says, "Amy said something clever to her teacher that he didn't appreciate-we've laughed and laughed. She's having a hard time living it down. :)"

My family, just like Mr. Ido, will never let me forget my little sarcastic comment.

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