Once Upon A Time

I love "Once Upon A Time." It's a television show; you may know it. If not, it is about a woman named Emma Swan you has to save a town named Storybrooke. Weird name, right? It has this unique name because every person in the town is a fairy tale character, but doesn't know it. A curse from "The Evil Queen" wiped their memories. She had a normal life until she met her son, Henry, ten years after she gave him up for adoption. That's kind of the gist of the show, but I want to explain why I am so obsessed with the series. I love the show because of how confusing it gets. That may seem weird, but the confusion makes you think. I love being able to piece things together and figure out why something happened. It's so great finally figuring something out and being so relieved you are no longer confused. To make more sense, I will give you an example. Now, if you are planning on seeing the show or haven't gotten to Season 3, this will be a spoiler. Everything was so confusing but one scene explained it all. Rumplestiltskin is one of the characters and he would always act strange around Peter Pan, a different character. Turns out, (spoiler alert) Peter Pan is Rumplestiltskin's father. Crazy right? Makes no sense right? I can't explain why or else this would get to be really long and boring, but that was just one of the times I was so happy watching the show. I hope you enjoyed reading why I love "Once Upon A Time."

When I First Came To Middle School

When I first came to middle school, I was really excited unlike most of my scared friends. My siblings prepared me for the extra teachers and homework, lockers, and only being with my friends at lunch and rece-I mean nutrition because the possibilities of us having all the same classes are pretty slim. So I was ready for the year. I walked in through the gates the Portola Middle School and saw a line of people which luckily had one of my elementary school friends, so I walked up to her and asked her where the paper that says your homeroom is. She directed me towards Raymond Hall. I left and thanked her but I was actually thinking,"I just got here, do you really think I know where Raym-whatever is?" Finally, I found it crowded with people, and after pushing and shoving, my new destination was my homeroom, 102. I knew that was Mrs. Marjani's room. Yes! I've heard nothing but good things about her. I ran to her class and was excited by this whole new place, and these whole new faces.