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christina's blog post 11/21

 My most unforgettable meal was when I had birria tacos for the first time. The first time I heard about them was when I saw Mukbangers eating them on TikTok, and I thought it looked so good. One day, I gave in and decided to order them through DoorDash. I got them, and I was so excited. The first bite tasted like heaven. The meat was so flavorful, and they were so cheesy. Now I love birria tacos, and whenever a restaurant offers them, it's my first choice. Today, in class, we took a test on "The Life You Save May Be Your Own."

christina's blog post 11/19

 A time I realized I needed to look out for myself in a silly, harmless situation was when my math teacher decided to give out a surprise pop quiz in class. Everyone around me was panicking, but I remained calm. I tried to remind myself that stressing would not help, so I just did the questions I knew first. Choosing to stay level-headed made the whole quiz easier. It reminded me that sometimes it's better not to stress yourself out and just protect your peace. Today, in class, we finished up our writable assignment. 

christina's blog spot 11/18

 A time I had an encounter with a homeless person was when I was riding the MARTA train. He was wearing some sort of hospital gown and bracelet, like he had just gotten out recently.  Then he asked my mom if she had any snacks. Luckily, we were on our way to the airport, and she had some snacks with her and gave them to him. Then he just began to eat it. He did say excuse me to some other people, but they ignored him. Usually, homeless people ask for money, but he just wanted something to eat. It made me feel sad. I hate seeing homeless people, and I wish that I could help them more, instead of giving them a couple of extra dollars. 

christina's blog post 11/17

 I am thankful for the people in my life who support me and care for me. I am grateful to have food and a roof over my head. I am grateful to have a bed to lie in at night. I appreciate having new opportunities to learn, improve, and become stronger in school, both in school and in my own personal life. Most of all, I'm thankful for God's presence and guidance because it helps me stay grounded and hopeful.

christina's blog post 11/14

A time I learned something new about someone that completely changed how I viewed them was when I thought a person in my life was acting distant because they were upset with me, but later I found out they were going through a hard time and didn't know how to talk about it. The new information made me see their behavior in a totally different way and made me feel more understanding instead of hurt. Just like how the ending of the story forces us to reinterpret Emily's actions and realize she was struggling with loneliness and control. Sometimes one new piece of information can shift your entire perspective.

christina's blog post 11/12

 One of the craziest new stories I've ever heard was about a woman who pretended to be a high school student for almost an entire year before getting caught. She attended classes, joined a club, and fooled everyone. It stood out to me because it shows how crazy and unpredictable people can be sometimes. Many were shocked and confused about why she did it. It also goes to show that people will go to extreme lengths to feel accepted or escape their reality. Today in class, we finished the Rose for Emily story and did a characterization chart on a character of choice.

christina's blog post 11/11

 A place that holds deep memories for me is my childhood house in Woodstock, Georgia. I was born in Georgia, and I lived here until I was 8. Due to my Grandmother's health issues, we had to move to Texas. When I was a little girl, my mom always made everything so special for me. She was an event planner, so she always threw these extravagant parties at our house, and I also had the best birthday parties. She would also repaint and redecorate my room for each birthday. I have the best memories at that house. I now live in Georgia again, and I still keep in contact with one of my close childhood friends who lives in the same neighborhood I lived in as a little girl. Whenever I go to visit her and I pass by my childhood home, it's always a bittersweet feeling. The house was repainted, and a different family lives there now. Sometimes I wanna just knock on their door and go inside and walk around, but deep down I know it will be completely different. The house being repainted repre...