2007/08 was a crazy school year for me. From the class presidential election, bullies, a newspaper dilemma, too an odd game called nucome, I have a lot of stories...
The main event that tied most things together started last year. A boy named, well, to not embarrass him, we'll call him Turnbow, became very good friends with me. We never played over the summer, but when this school year started, we became close. We went over to each others houses about 4 times a week. We played NFL Blitz 2000. We invented a sport called rocket baseball. We even did a slip and slide in early October. We had a blast together. Meanwhile, my best friend Sam and I were planning on making a school newspaper. Since our school was the Jaguars, we named it the Jaguar Journal. It was a secret thing. Turnbow was the only kid who knew Sam and I were doing it. But he promised that he would keep it a secret. OCTOBER 31, 2007 - The first issue was 1 page, 2 short (and kinda bad) articles, and a lot of confused and mad people. Why? Our class had a class newspaper - The D'Onofrio Discussion (The D.D). People thought the paper copied the D.D. It was Sam's idea. Nothing to do with the D.D. But this "Filthy Newspaper" was getting on peoples cases. Then - it all 'happened. "Who made this weird paper" asked Shane to Turnbow. "Jacob did" said Turnbow. "No I didn't'!" I said. I give Turnbow a look. Next, when we're outside, a kid named Austin asked Turnbow. "Jacob" says Turnbow. "Ha!" exclaims Austin. "I did not" I say. "Ok, you and your stupid friend Sam". I ride the bus home. When I get home, I call my friend Sam, who never liked Turnbow. I tell him I am no longer Turnbow's friend. The next day, we admit we did the paper (Purposely in front of the D.D editors). Every one was laughing. So on the bus I had a serious talk with Turnbow. He did not care. He hit me and made fun of me. So I "Un- Invited" him from my B-Day party. He was so mad. He started telling people I did that and torturing me at recess. So I told the teacher. She told Turnbow to shape up. He only got worse. There is an amazingly popular game at recess called nucome. Turnbow was a school star at it. It's basically volleyball except you catch and throw the ball and use a back stop. People can also get out. Somebody threw the ball and it hit the backstop. It hit it and bounced of. The person was out. I was in, so I ran to get the ball and throw it. When I was about to pick up the ball, Turnbow tackled me and took it. It was the last straw. I told the principal. Since we know her well and she knows I'm not a tattle tale, she took it hard on Turnbow. While she was doing something in the other room, it was Turnbow and I alone in the office. "My parents are going to kill me" he said with tears in his eyes. "Lets be friends again" "Sure..." I say. Then I watch the principal scold Turnbow like crazy. Mean while, the Jaguar Journal was still not popular. So the next week, Turnbow is nice to me. Then - he tackles me on the ice, He makes fun of how I look, and he calls me a moron. My friends are backing me up by "Telling Turnbow to be nice" (classic). Next day when I tell him to shape up he says "I don't care if you tell the principal, next time you say i'm mean i'm gonna tackle you on the ice". At the time, I ask Turnbow - "is it your goal to make my reccess miserable?". "Yes" he says. So my dad writes another long letter to the principal about Turnbow. He is called in to the office (this is happening in February). Then I am alone. The teacher and principal were in there. They say they are proud of me and that Turnbow lost recess and eating in the lunch room with friends for 5 days. I give a sigh of relief. 2 MONTHS LATER and Turnbow is being over the top nice to me. He forgives me now...that's good.
The main event that tied most things together started last year. A boy named, well, to not embarrass him, we'll call him Turnbow, became very good friends with me. We never played over the summer, but when this school year started, we became close. We went over to each others houses about 4 times a week. We played NFL Blitz 2000. We invented a sport called rocket baseball. We even did a slip and slide in early October. We had a blast together. Meanwhile, my best friend Sam and I were planning on making a school newspaper. Since our school was the Jaguars, we named it the Jaguar Journal. It was a secret thing. Turnbow was the only kid who knew Sam and I were doing it. But he promised that he would keep it a secret. OCTOBER 31, 2007 - The first issue was 1 page, 2 short (and kinda bad) articles, and a lot of confused and mad people. Why? Our class had a class newspaper - The D'Onofrio Discussion (The D.D). People thought the paper copied the D.D. It was Sam's idea. Nothing to do with the D.D. But this "Filthy Newspaper" was getting on peoples cases. Then - it all 'happened. "Who made this weird paper" asked Shane to Turnbow. "Jacob did" said Turnbow. "No I didn't'!" I said. I give Turnbow a look. Next, when we're outside, a kid named Austin asked Turnbow. "Jacob" says Turnbow. "Ha!" exclaims Austin. "I did not" I say. "Ok, you and your stupid friend Sam". I ride the bus home. When I get home, I call my friend Sam, who never liked Turnbow. I tell him I am no longer Turnbow's friend. The next day, we admit we did the paper (Purposely in front of the D.D editors). Every one was laughing. So on the bus I had a serious talk with Turnbow. He did not care. He hit me and made fun of me. So I "Un- Invited" him from my B-Day party. He was so mad. He started telling people I did that and torturing me at recess. So I told the teacher. She told Turnbow to shape up. He only got worse. There is an amazingly popular game at recess called nucome. Turnbow was a school star at it. It's basically volleyball except you catch and throw the ball and use a back stop. People can also get out. Somebody threw the ball and it hit the backstop. It hit it and bounced of. The person was out. I was in, so I ran to get the ball and throw it. When I was about to pick up the ball, Turnbow tackled me and took it. It was the last straw. I told the principal. Since we know her well and she knows I'm not a tattle tale, she took it hard on Turnbow. While she was doing something in the other room, it was Turnbow and I alone in the office. "My parents are going to kill me" he said with tears in his eyes. "Lets be friends again" "Sure..." I say. Then I watch the principal scold Turnbow like crazy. Mean while, the Jaguar Journal was still not popular. So the next week, Turnbow is nice to me. Then - he tackles me on the ice, He makes fun of how I look, and he calls me a moron. My friends are backing me up by "Telling Turnbow to be nice" (classic). Next day when I tell him to shape up he says "I don't care if you tell the principal, next time you say i'm mean i'm gonna tackle you on the ice". At the time, I ask Turnbow - "is it your goal to make my reccess miserable?". "Yes" he says. So my dad writes another long letter to the principal about Turnbow. He is called in to the office (this is happening in February). Then I am alone. The teacher and principal were in there. They say they are proud of me and that Turnbow lost recess and eating in the lunch room with friends for 5 days. I give a sigh of relief. 2 MONTHS LATER and Turnbow is being over the top nice to me. He forgives me now...that's good.
The second largest event just happened 3 weeks ago. We had a class presidential election. There were two parties. A&B. I won the primaries for A. It was me (my presidential name was Michael Cooten) against a show off girl who everyone loves. She had more fans (by the way her presidential name was Michelle Doyle). I lost all but three fans in the class because they think we should spend more than half the world's funds on animals. I called that "outrageous". Also people did not like me because the Jaguar Journal was gaining power on the D.D. So I did a move teachers called "Genius" and girls got devastated by it. Since I'm in a class with fourth and fifth graders, I was in third grade last year and all the Doyle people were fifth graders so they had an advantage. My sister, a sixth grader, was in the class last year with the fifth graders (then fourth graders). They had a student teacher, Ms. Rettelle. They loved her. They thought she was the most nice, funny, thoughtful person that loved each of them. She was our babysitter because my sister liked her. She was very nice. One day she came over during the election to babysit. I got her to write a letter endorsing Michael Cooten. It was awesome. I showed it to everyone. Doyle tackled me. It was like world war 3. Everybody was tackling each other and ripping opposite party signs. I said "If the popular candidate tackles the losing one, she is stupid and a loser. So vote COOTEN!" I got 2 to join my team. They still hate me for that. So I lost the election 23-3 in electoral votes, but adults know that we should not spend 55% of the worlds funds on animals (she tought that.). COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTEN!
The third large event started in October and it was more major then the second major event. My friend Sam and I started to make a 4Th & 5Th grade newspaper. It was unknown who made it until Turnbow gave out the secret. Each monthly paper was better until the 5Th was spectacular. But my teacher who favors the rival D.D editors got me in trouble for criticizing the paper for being a typo machine. In one of my articles, they wrote my article like this - "The atomik bomb blew up the planate to be continud."
Typo Machine? Oh, I'm just kidding! They're the typo capital of the world! But you can never say mean things about mean people because they find out and they will be mean to you!
Now it's summertime and I can watch the Brewers without being called a jerk for watching T.V. and that I should be making the JJ better. Geez, those stupid kids. In two days by the way, I'm going to OSRUI overnight camp. You can mail me with this address -
Jacob Stein - Kibbutz Hatzofim
OSRUI
600 Lac La Belle Drive
Oconomowoc, WI 53066
The end (hopefully!)
