Camp

Well this is a semi-report on what we did on camp, and also, comments on Sarah's blog about camp. (Read it at http://guitarmaniacjesusofsuburbia.blogspot.com/2012/03/school-camp-2012.html.

As Sarah said, the grade nines of Fatima camped for two nights at, well, Fatima. This wasn't because we had nowhere else to go, the teachers thought an "explore durban" type vibe would be cool.

Day 1

We arrived to pitch our tents at school, which happened to involve a lot of unlawful (well in the camps law anyway) help from the parents.
We got on the bus, where we went on a very interesting trip to the Holocaust museum.
I found it interesting because we learnt a lot of new skills, and we were privelaged enough to have a survivor of the holocaust share her experience with us.
Then, we got back to school, ate our lunches, and started watching a documentary-type attempt thing called Paper-Clips.
Everyone was pretty much exhausted, and the movie wasn't everyones cup of tea, so quite a few of us fell asleep.
Then we swam - in place of a shower, and started making fires to braai our meat. I made the fire, and everyone who was sharing our braai sort of left me with their meat. I told these people that I was a VEGETARIAN, and the meat was probably over/undercooked, and if it was undercooked, to let me braai it more. So Sarah, its your own fault the meat wasn't cooked properly.
After this, Sarah and I were playing guitar, and she started strumming "Wake Me Up When September Ends", and our maths teacher started singing. New favourite teacher? I think so.

Day 2

After much transport difficulty, we arrived at Pirates beach, where we spent the day with Spirit of Adventure doing lots of activities. Let me just add in right now that I have no sympathy for Sarah's sunburn because I told her to put sunblock on, and she said only her face needed. In 32 degrees celcius. Anyway, the day included Kayakking, Volleyball, Touch rugby, Soccer, Bodyboarding and a whole lot of fun. That was until the day was concluded with vomay.

Day 3

My dad came to lift a couple of my friends and I to the markets of Warrick and got horribly lost on the way, despite travelling in convoy and all the other cars besides us and one other getting there perfectly, half an hour before us.
We were split up into groups and toured around all the different markets. They were all extremely interesting, even the Bovine Head market, but there the queasiness outweighed the interest. One member of my group (cough-Sarah-cough) started crying. I told her its not different from her typical spag-bol for dinner.


So camp was cool. I enjoyed.

Here's a pic of my grade

Where you been?

Did she die? Is she hiding under a rock? Did her computer explode?
No.
Then why, you may ask, haven't I written for freakishly long?
Well.
Like I said, my party was on the 24th. Pictures will follow. It was cool, and I was stoked to see some of my friends that I haven't seen in FOREVER. Shout out goes to one of my really good mates James, his birthday was also on the 25th. Happy happy.
25th was my birthday, spent a chilled morning at home making pancakes and stuff, and then went to watch Prime Circle (really cool Saffa band) with my dad.
26-28th we were on school camp, but that deserves its own post.
28th evening and 29th, my dad was here, and was literally out with him untill bedtime everynight. Because he's awesome.
And that brings us to today, the 30th. Which I may like to remind those of you who don't know...
BREAK-UP DAY B**CHES!
Can I get a whoop whoop?

My Life Lessons

So tomorrow, I turn 15. I am indeed having a party tonight, will post about that tomorrow. But for now, I will make a list of the things I have learned in life. Some will be serious, others funny. You might find that I'm lying, or that you think differently, but these are all my opinions.
That being said:

1. Siblings were BORN to make your life hell.
2. Parents will always take their side.
3. A glass of milk isn't a very good place to hide broccoli.
4. If you don't know anything about a subject, teachers won't like you.
5. If you know too much about a subject, teachers won't like you.
6. The majority of kids my age listen to kak music.
7. 'Kak' is a South Africanism, it basically means crap.
8. You should always be true to yourself; you are the only person that you know won't leave in your life.
9. Your true friends will always be there for you.
10. If you dare to be different, some people will think a lot less of you, others a lot more.
11. The worst thing you can do for bad things is give them a name (ie depression; once you've diagnosed yourself with that, you've given yourself an excuse to be sad.)
12. Boys are like buses; none come and then all of a sudden you have two to choose from.
13. Running away from home doesn't work if you stay in your estate.
14. The tumble dryer was a really cool hang-out when I fit in it.
15. Never take anything at face value
16. The quadratic formula is
17. After highschool, 98% of us will probably use this again.
18. Music heals everything, screw time.
19. In accounting, Assets=Owners Equity+Liabilities.
20. Laughter isn't the best medicine, morphine is. When you're dying of pain though, its your choice.
21. You get mad at people more often when you subconciously see yourself in them.
22. People aren't always nice/good.
23. Girls will get their period over their birthdays, Christmas holidays, School camps etc, because mother nature IS a bitch/
24. Going to 5 schools by the time you're in grade 9 will give you experience on how to deal with people.
25. When you don't like someone, everything they do will annoy you.
26. The more you compare yourself to others, the more you will get jealous.
27. Don't have sex before marraige; you will get pregnant and die.
28. If you can't love some-one else, love yourself

Wake Me Up When September Ends-Green Day

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends

Once you know the origin of this song, its really sad. Sarah, my best friend, was telling me that when Billie Joe was about 10, his dad died. On the 10th of September, they held a funeral for him, and Billie Joe ran out, jumped on his bedm and started crying. When his mother came to check if he was okay, he screamed "Wake me up when September ends!" Hence the song.

Amish Paradise

This is a really funny parody of Gangsters Paradise.
Its only funny though, if you understand who the Amish (also known as the Amish  Mennonites) are.
They're a group of very heavy Christians that live in Pennylvania, very simple people...The Amish call themselves the "Plain" people, and others the "Englischers". The Amish shun most modern day technology. The Amish speak a language called "Pennsylvania Dutch/German". Yeah, and they are big on farming. And they all have names from the bible.

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
You know I shun fancy things like electricity

At 4:30 in the mornin' I'm milking cows
Jedediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows, fool
And I've been milking and plowing so long that
Even Ezekial thinks that my mind is gone

I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
Got a bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores, and you finish thine
Then tonight we're going to party like it's 1699

We've been spending most our lives living in an Amish paradise
I churn butter once or twice, living in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice, living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price, living in an Amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him, and I turned the other cheek
I really don't care, in fact I wish him well
'Cause I'll be laughin' my head off when he's burnin' in hell

But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a 'tude, you know that's unheard of
I never wear buttons, but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree I really look good in black, fool

If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears
We haven't even payed the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare
We're just technologically impaired

There's no phone, no lights, no motorcars, not a single luxury
Like Robonson Crusoe, it's as primitive as can be

We've been spending most our lives living in an Amish paradise
We're just plain and simple guys, living in an Amish paradise
There's no time for sin and vice, living in an Amish paradise
We don't fight, we all play nice, living in an Amish paradise

Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise a nutter
Think you're really righteous? Think you're pure in heart?
Well, I know, I'm a million times as humble as thou art

I'm the pioust guy the little Amletts want to be like
On my knees day and night scoring points for the afterlife
So don't be vain, and don't be whiney
Or else my brother might have to get medieval on your hiney

We've been spending most our lives living in an Amish paradise
We're all crazy Mennonites, living in an Amish paradise
There's no cops or traffic lights, living in an Amish paradise
But you'd probably think it bites, living in an Amish paradise
Yeah

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo74Dn7W_pA

Imagine

Imagine not being able to draw the line between what is and what isn't real. Imagine having auditory and visual hallucinations again and again, that were real to you, but no-one else understood. Imagine being unable to enjoy life at all and having no motivation to do so. Imagine never wanting relationships. Imagine being schizophrenic.

Causes, incidence, and risk factors

Schizophrenia is a complex illness. Mental health experts are not sure what causes it. However, hereditory factors appear to play a role.

• Certain environmental events may trigger schizophrenia in people who are genetically predisposed.
• People are more likely to develop schizophrenia if they have a family member with the psychosematic illness.

Schizophrenia affects both genders equally. It usually begins in the teen years or young adulthood, but may begin later in life. It tends to begin later in women than in men, and is more mild.
Childhood-onset schizophrenia begins after age 5. Childhood schizophrenia is rare and can be difficult to tell apart from other developmental disorders of childhood, such as autism.

Symptoms

Schizophrenia symptoms usually develop slowly over months or years. Sometimes you may have many symptoms, and at other times you may only have a few.

People with any type of schizophrenia may have difficulty keeping friends and working. They may also have problems with anxiety, depression, and suicidal thoughts or behaviours.

At first, you may have the following symptoms:

• Irritable or tense feeling
• Difficulty sleeping
• Difficulty concentrating

As the illness continues, problems with thinking, emotions and behaviour develop, including:

• Lack of emotion (flat affect)
• Strongly held beliefs that are not based in reality (delusions)
• Hearing or seeing things that are not there (hallucinations)
• Problems paying attention
• Thoughts "jump" between unrelated topics ( “loose associations”)
• Bizarre behaviours
• Social isolation

Symptoms can vary, depending on the type of schizophrenia you have.
Paranoid schizophrenia symptoms may include:

• Anxious
• Angry or argumentative
• False believes that others are trying to harm you or your loved ones.

Disorganised schizophrenia symptoms may include:

• Problems with thinking and expressing ideas clearly
• Childlike behaviour
• Showing little emotion

Catatonic schizophrenia symptoms may include:

• Lack of activity
• Muscles and posture may be rigid
• Grimaces or other odd expressions on the face
• Does not respond much to other people

Undifferentiated schizophrenia symptoms may include symptoms of more than one other type of schizophrenia.
People with residual schizophrenia have some symptoms, but not as many as those who are in a full-blown episode of schizophrenia.

Calling your health care provider

Call your health care provider if:

• Voices are telling you to hurt yourself or others.
• You feel the urge to hurt yourself or others.
• You are feeling hopeless or overwhelmed.
• You are seeing things that aren't really there.
• You feel you cannot leave the house.
• You are unable to care for yourself.

Me from the outside.

There's always that one girl. This one, she isn't any ordinary girl, some say she's got her head in the clouds; others say she's defenitely got her head screwed on straight.
She has medium length brown hair, and blue-green eyes, and overall pretty normal features. She isn't particularly pretty, nor ugly. She was on the taller side of the other girls her age. She always felt the need to roll her socks right down. She has three badges on her collar, reading "Class Vice Captain", "Grace Lehnerdt" and "Interact Board Club member."

She sits towards the back of the maths classroom, and looks bored out of her skull. She doesn't talk much to the girl on her right, and no-one sits to her left. The teacher kept glancing towards her, as if to check if she was okay. She didn't look as if she didn't understand, but not once did she put up her hand.

The teacher, sporting a little baby bump, gave them an excercise on Factorising to do. She was the first to finish, but didn't say anything, and waited for every-one else to finish. The teacher announced that she was the only grade 9 who had joined the AP maths for grade 10, and while everyone looked at her, she turned beetroot red and looked down. So she wasn't stupid.

She looked like this.

I'm gifted, not some freak of nature

So I do indeed realise that this is probably the longest time I've gone without blogging. No, I haven't given it up for lent (I'm not religious). No, my computer has not blown up. No, I have not been hiding under a rock. I've been so busy with schoolwork, it actually isn't even funny. It pays off though, I've worked really hard on my marks this term, and they seem to be improving. Also, I've picked up AP maths.

AP maths

Core maths

I'm not just writing to show you that, I'm writing because I've heard that peoples views of me have changed since they've discovered I'm gifted. I'm writing this to tell you to STOP.
I'm still Grace, I still love music, I still make stupid comments, and I don't come Top Of Class.


I still get scared, I still get bored. I hate homework just as much as you do. I don't particularly like school, or like studying. I don't know everything.

Just because I have a medically diagnosed attachment to my name doesn't mean you have to think of me any different. If I had diabetes, would that change your view of me? No. Giftedness is just a medical name. It might shape me into the person that I am, but I'm no different now to how I was before you knew. I'm Grace. Nothing else. Grace. I'm also a guitarist. I'm also very loud. I'm stubborn. I'm gifted. Its still JUST ME.
All being gifted refers to is my IQ. And there's more to me than just that. That is what I'm trying to say.

Harry Potter Controversy.

Number of total Harry Potter books sold worldwide: over 400 000 000.
Number of languages Harry Potter has been translated into: 68
One in 5 literate kids aged between 10 and 16 have read Harry Potter


This surely makes JK Rowling the most popular childrens author! Now are you really all going to sit there and tell me that these books are EVIL?
The theory goes that JK Rowling is, in fact, a Wicca, the spells are all real, or derived from real spells, and the  book isn't as fictional as we'd all like to believe.


I strongly disagree.
I have yet to see a child who has read the books start drawing pentagrams, or chanting spells.
Maybe we should never teach our children to read that would solve a lot of problems, oh and we had better get rid of the TV, you never know what kind of subliminal messaging they send over the air waves, well that also gets rid of all radios music could contain hidden messages as well,I guess the safe way is just to keep our children inside the shelter of our homes and make sure they never get any outside interactment. ITS JUST A BOOK!


 Harry Potter was designed to entertain youth and nothing more. If you believe that the Harry Potter books are satanic just because you have to expand your mind and use your imagination then why not ban literature altogether?
If you think that because there is witchcraft in the novels that it supports satan and defies God, then you are definitely mistaken. The reason there is witchcraft and magic? It is EXCITING it ENTERTAINS children. It keeps their minds OPEN. If you have ever read these books you will see that the word "LOVE" comes out very often. Harry, like all human beings has the ability to LOVE. This is specifically emphasised in the 6th and 7th books.

Just because J.K. Rowling wants to write a series for children and give them a world to escape to from everyday life doesn't mean it's wrong. Children are innocent creatures who have a lot to deal with now-a-days. It is harder at home for some children, sometimes they need a place to go to where they can just relax, calm down, re-charge. It does not mean that because they escape to this magical place that they are going to defy their parents. They are not going to go out of their way to rebel. They are just going to enjoy their childhood. Come on, open up your mind a little bit. Don't be so quick to condemn. Imaginary friends that children have, do you think they, too, are demonic and because they have them they will grow up to be "devil worshippers?" Do you not see how ridiculous you are being?

J.K. Rowling is a very talented and gifted author. This is because she uses metaphors in her writing. If you think about it, Voldemort and the Death Eaters are the bad people in our world. Harry Potter and the Order are the good people. Voldemort represents all of the horribleness in the world - racism, prejudice, the "pure" bloods being better than the "muggle-borns", discrimination. Harry Potter is against this. He believes in EQUALITY and LOVE of all people and creatures. The goblins, the house-elves - they only signify the different races among us. Didn't Adolf Hitler have the same views as Voldemort? Didn't he believe that the jews be anhilated just because their race and religious views? That is the same as Voldemort.


Here are reasons why Harry Potter is not witchraft in disguise.

1. Wiccans believe that magic is simply channeling the natural energy of the earth and living things to make things happen in a certain way. There is no mention of anything like this in Harry Potter, it seems to me that magic comes from inside the people, or from the wands, or . . . somewhere else. Who knows? 
2. Supposedly, everyone has the potential to be a witch (male or female, they're both called witches) in Wicca. Some people are stronger than others, but no one is completely barred from ever achieving anything. In Harry Potter, there are magical people and Muggles. Muggles cannot do magic no matter how hard they try. It's like a genetic thing. People who have terrible singing voices can't sound like Julie Andrews no matter how hard they try. 
3. Wicca is a religion.  Magic in Harry Potter is not a religion. Just because you happen to be able to turn your teacher's wig blue doesn't mean you can't lead an active life in whatever religion your family follows. Who knows, it might even help the magic. Besides, Sirius Black is Harry's godfather, which suggests some sort of Christian baptism . . .
4. Wicca is not a religion based on magic. It is an earth-based religion, in which the practitioners worship a male and female deity, and the elements (earth, water, air, fire, and spirit) are sacred, as is all nature. The magic merely stems from this belief, the belief does not stem from the magic. In Harry Potter, there is ONLY the magic. No gods and goddesses, no pentagrams, no element control practicing. Just magic.
5. Harry Potter has all the stereotypes of magic. Potions, spells, crystal gazing, robes and pointy hats, wands, tea leaves, transfiguration, vampires, flying broomsticks, werewolves, unicorns, centaurs, and all those other beings of superstition. Wicca is basically trying to counteract all the stereotypes.  They don't wear the stereotypical pointy witch hats and robes with moons and stars on them, are incapable of anything approaching transfiguration, they definitely do not ride broomsticks, and dismiss mythological beings just like everyone else. Wiccan potions are used to – as they put it – cast spells, and often the maker takes the potion themselves to enter a different state of consciousness. Their potions are not used to give people warts, make things shrink, regrow bones, or anything that Harry Potter potions are used for.

  And another clarification: Wiccans are not devil-worshippers. They despise evil just as much as any Christian does. A basic principle of their faith is that anything bad you do to another person will come back upon you three times as bad.
  Well, there you go. I've tried to be as objective as possible, and I'm just trying to educate people as to what Wicca is really about, so they can defend Harry Potter when the need arises. Again, I firmly state, I am not Wiccan.. If any Wiccans out there find any errors, I'm sorry! Feel free to correct me! I'm just trying to state the facts.

School Uniforms: Good tradition or outdated habit?

Well, I personally (although I bitch and moan about it all the time) am really for school uniforms. I think that it equalises everyone. No-one can judge people based on their uniform if everyone has to wear the same thing, and it stops girls from dressing up like complete sluts (I know a few out there that would, given the oppurtunity). But my main reason for liking school uniforms is this: It would be such a frikken mission to get dressed every morning if it wasn't for uniforms. To find the right outfit, match it with the right shoes etc.

I do see where people are coming from though, when saying that it puts everyone in a box. I think that there should be a balance. We should have uniforms, but be able to wear our hair however we want!
At my school, they are very strict about uniforms. We have certain black shoes to wear, with white socks folded down once. Our blue checked dresses, no shorter than 3 fingers above the knee, belt through both loops. Hair done with black and ONLY black accessories, not to be hanging in our face or touching our collar. No braids, buns or other exotic styles.

So is there a balance?

I am NOT OCD!

Okay, so my friends all quite often feel the need to tell me I am OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) but I beg to differ. Here are their so called reasons:

1. I keep my school files in alphabetical order

2. I really don't like spit

3. I count the school steps one day to see which staircase had more stairs.

4. When I take my stationary out for an exam, it has to be straight and all facing the same way.

5. My clothes in my coloset are in colour order

6. When I make coffee, I only stir it clockwise

7. It really irritates me when pictures and stuff are skew

But...I disagree. These are just my mannerisms that people had pointed out, and I don't think theres anything wrong with any of them.
Thoughts?

My dad!

So, I'd just like to let everyone out there know that I have the most legendary dad out there.

He has the most amazing sense of humor out there, these are some of his best quotes....one thing I should mention first is my dad sees the good in EVERYONE. Even Hitler. Not even kidding. But anyway...

"She's a dog psychologist. If ever your poodle is highly strung because it was used as a tampon by a bear, you take it to see her."

(after I told him I located my shoes while listening to Black Sabbath) "Sharon...I found my shoes!"

(to the tune of Eye of the Tiger, about Mozzies) "Buzzing around, around your head, took my time, took my chances, sucking blood now I'm not gonna stop, just a parasite and his will to survive, its the Bite of the mozzie, the fight for the blood..."

"We didn't lose the war, we came second, and we can't help it that when we delegate to the arabs, they can't finish the job properly."

"Der Fuhrers dream of Unified Europe came true, so who's laughing now?"

"I'm not the one who has a problem with Hitler...the rest of the world does."

(to the tune of A Groovy Kinda Love) "When you're on the loo, and you need a poo, your body starts to shiver, a delighted quiver, baby when you wee, you're in ecstacy..."

me: I was chairing the debate
dad: as opposed to tabling?

Monty Python-I've come here for an argument

The Cast (in order of appearance.)M= Man looking for an argument
R= Receptionist
Q= Abuser
A= Arguer (John Cleese)
C= Complainer (Eric Idle)
H= Head Hitter

M:   Ah. I'd like to have an argument, please.
R:    Certainly sir. Have you been here before?
M:   No, I haven't, this is my first time.
R:     I see. Well, do you want to have just one argument, or were you thinking of taking a course?
M:   Well, what is the cost?
R:    Well, It's one pound for a five minute argument, but only eight pounds for a course of ten.
M:   Well, I think it would be best if I perhaps started off with just the one and then see how it goes.
R:     Fine. Well, I'll see who's free at the moment.
PauseR:    Mr. DeBakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory.
Ahh yes, Try Mr. Barnard; room 12.
M:    Thank you.

(Walks down the hall. Opens door.)
Q:   WHAT DO YOU WANT?
M:   Well, I was told outside that...
Q:   Don't give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
M:   What?
Q:   Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!
M:   Look, I CAME HERE FOR AN ARGUMENT, I'm not going to just stand...!!
Q:   OH, oh I'm sorry, but this is abuse.
M:   Oh, I see, well, that explains it.
Q:   Ah yes, you want room 12A, Just along the corridor.
M:   Oh, Thank you very much. Sorry.
Q:   Not at all.
M:   Thank You.
(Under his breath) Stupid git!!

(Walk down the corridor)
M: (Knock)A:   Come in.
M:   Ah, Is this the right room for an argument?
A:   I told you once.
M:   No you haven't.
A:   Yes I have.
M:   When?
A:    Just now.
M:   No you didn't.
A:   Yes I did.
M:  You didn't
A:   I did!
M:  You didn't!
A:   I'm telling you I did!
M:  You did not!!
A:   Oh, I'm sorry, just one moment. Is this a five minute argument or the full half hour?
M:  Oh, just the five minutes.
A:   Ah, thank you. Anyway, I did.
M:  You most certainly did not.
A:   Look, let's get this thing clear; I quite definitely told you.
M:  No you did not.
A:   Yes I did.
M:   No you didn't.
A:   Yes I did.
M:   No you didn't.
A:   Yes I did.
M:   No you didn't.
A:   Yes I did.
M:  You didn't.
A:   Did.
M:  Oh look, this isn't an argument.
A:   Yes it is.
M:   No it isn't. It's just contradiction.
A:   No it isn't.
M:  It is!
A:   It is not.
M:  Look, you just contradicted me.
A:   I did not.
M:  Oh you did!!
A:   No, no, no.
M:  You did just then.
A:   Nonsense!
M:  Oh, this is futile!
A:   No it isn't.
M:  I came here for a good argument.
A:   No you didn't; no, you came here for an argument.
M:  An argument isn't just contradiction.
A:   It can be.
M:  No it can't. An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition.
A:   No it isn't.
M:  Yes it is! It's not just contradiction.
A:   Look, if I argue with you, I must take up a contrary position.
M:  Yes, but that's not just saying 'No it isn't.'
A:   Yes it is!
M:   No it isn't!
A:   Yes it is!
M:  Argument is an intellectual process. Contradiction is just the automatic gainsaying of any statement the other person makes.
(short pause)A:  No it isn't.
M:  It is.
A:  Not at all.
M:  Now look.
A: (Rings bell)  Good Morning.
M:  What?
A:   That's it. Good morning.
M:   I was just getting interested.
A:   Sorry, the five minutes is up.
M:  That was never five minutes!
A:   I'm afraid it was.
M:  It wasn't.
PauseA:   I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to argue anymore.
M:  What?!
A:   If you want me to go on arguing, you'll have to pay for another five minutes.
M:  Yes, but that was never five minutes, just now. Oh come on!
A:  (Hums)
M:  Look, this is ridiculous.
A:   I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to argue unless you've paid!
M:  Oh, all right.
(pays money)
A:   Thank you.
short pauseM:  Well?
A:   Well what?
M:   That wasn't really five minutes, just now.
A:    I told you, I'm not allowed to argue unless you've paid.
M:   I just paid!
A:   No you didn't.
M:   I DID!
A:   No you didn't.
M:  Look, I don't want to argue about that.
A:  Well, you didn't pay.
M:  Aha. If I didn't pay, why are you arguing? I Got you!
A:   No you haven't.
M:  Yes I have. If you're arguing, I must have paid.
A:   Not necessarily. I could be arguing in my spare time.
M:  Oh I've had enough of this.
A:   No you haven't.
M:  Oh Shut up.

(Walks down the stairs. Opens door.)

M:  I want to complain.
C:  You want to complain! Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.
M:  No, I want to complain about...
C:   If you complain nothing happens, you might as well not bother.
M:  Oh!
C:   Oh my back hurts, it's not a very fine day and I'm sick and tired of this office.


(Slams door. walks down corridor, opens next door.)

M:  Hello, I want to... Ooooh!
H:   No, no, no. Hold your head like this, then go Waaah. Try it again.
M:  uuuwwhh!!
H:   Better, Better, but Waah, Waah! Put your hand there.
M:  No.
H:   Now..
M:  Waaaaah!!!
H:   Good, Good! That's it.
M:  Stop hitting me!!
H:  What?
M:  Stop hitting me!!
H:   Stop hitting you?
M:  Yes!
H:   Why did you come in here then?
M:   I wanted to complain.
H:   Oh no, that's next door. It's being-hit-on-the-head lessons in here.
M:  What a stupid concept.

My poem (drafted now for the first time)

You thought I was weird at first
I kept a comfortable distance

You subsequently needed a friend
I was there for you

You went through hell and back
I was there for you

You rejected my support
I was there for you

You got mad and pushed me away
I got upset too

You say I don't understand
I say you don't explain

You say I'm unfair
I think thats one-sided

You shouted continuously
I listened

You want to be friends again
I will keep a comfortable distance.

That doesn't make sense, bro

Okay, so I'm writing this while I should be doing my homework (in my defence, I am waiting for a site to load), and I would just like to share my advice:
DO NOT GOOGLE TRANSLATE YOUR HOMEWORK!!!

I've noticed people in my class doing this sooooo many times, it really gets annoying. It translates directly, resulting in a sentence that makes no sense. To prove this point, I'm going to take a sentence, google translate it through a couple languages, and then back to English.

English: The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
German: Der schnelle braune Fuchs sprang über den faulen Hund.
Spanish: El ágil zorro saltó sobre el perro perezoso.
Afrikaans:Die vinnige bruin jakkals spring oor die lui hond.
Hebrew:קפיצות מעל כלב עצלן .
Manderin: 躍過那隻懶狗。
Latin:Salit super piger canis.
Portuagise: Saltos sobre o cão preguiçoso.
Czech: Skoky přes lenivého psa.
Danish: Hopper over den dovne hund.
French:Saute par-dessus le chien paresseux.
Hindi:आलसी कुत्ते पर कूदता है.
Greek: Τα άλματα ζώο.
Swahili:Anaruka wanyama.
Welsh: Anifeiliaid Anaruka.
English: over the animal jumps

We have completely lost the subject, and the predicate is way out!
Point taken? I think so!

Our English comprehension passage...LOL

Once upon a time, in a far country, there lived a King whose daughter was the prettiest princess in the world. Her eyes were like the cornflower, her hair was sweeter than the hyacinth, and her throat made the swan look dusty.

From the time she was a year old, the Princess had been showered with presents. Her nursery looked like Cartier’s window. Her toys were all made of gold or platinum or diamonds or emeralds. She was not permitted to have wooden blocks or china dolls or rubber dogs or linen books, because such materials were considered cheap for the daughter of a king.

When she was seven, she was allowed to attend the wedding of her brother and throw real pearls at the bride instead of rice. Only the nightingale, with his lyre of gold, was permitted to sing for the Princess. The common blackbird, with his boxwood flute, was kept out of the palace grounds. She walked in silver-and-samite slippers to a sapphire-and-topaz bathroom and slept in an ivory bed inlaid with rubies.
On the day the Princess was eighteen, the King sent a royal ambassador to the courts of five neighboring kingdoms to announce that he would give his daughter’s hand in marriage to the prince who brought her the gift she liked the most.
The first prince to arrive at the palace rode a swift white stallion and laid at the feet of the Princess an enormous apple made of solid gold which he had taken from a dragon who had guarded it for a thousand years. It was placed on a long ebony table set up to hold the gifts of the Princess’ suitors. The second prince, who came on a gray charger, brought her a nightingale made of a thousand diamonds, and it was placed beside the golden apple. The third prince, riding on a black horse, carried a great jewel box made of platinum and sapphires, and it was placed next to the diamond nightingale. The fourth prince, astride a fiery yellow horse, gave the Princess a gigantic heart made of rubies and pierced by an emerald arrow. It was placed next to the platinum-and-sapphire jewel box.
Now the fifth prince was the strongest and handsomest of all the five suitors, but he was the son of a poor king whose realm had been overrun by mice and locusts and wizards and mining engineers so that there was nothing much of value left in it. He came plodding up to the palace of the Princess on a plow horse, and he brought her a small tin box filled with mica and feldspar and hornblende (types of ordinary rocks) which he had picked up on the way.

The other princes roared with disdainful laughter when they saw the tawdry gift the fifth prince had brought to the Princess. But she examined it with great interest and squealed with delight, for all her life she had been glutted with precious stones and priceless metals, but she had never seen tin before or mica or feldspar or hornblende. The tin box was placed next to the ruby heart pierced with an emerald arrow.

“Now,” the King said to his daughter, “you must select the gift you like best and marry the prince that brought it.”
The Princess smiled and walked up to the table and picked up the present she liked the most. It was the platinum-and-sapphire jewel box, the gift of the third prince.

“The way I figure it,” she said, “is this. It is a very large and expensive box, and when I am married, I will meet many admirers who will give me precious gems with which to fill it to the top. Therefore, it is the most valuable of all the gifts my suitors have brought me, and I like it the best.”
The Princess married the third prince that very day in the midst of great merriment and high revelry. More than a hundred thousand pearls were thrown at her and she loved it.
Moral: All those who thought that the Princess was going to select the tin box filled with worthless stones instead of one of the other gifts will kindly stay after class and write one hundred times on the blackboard, “I would rather have a hunk of aluminum silicate than a diamond necklace.