Mield Mrip Not Field Trip

I apologize for the late blog post! My laptop broke, and I didn't know my sister's computer password (We were never home at the same time.)! In other words, I wasn't able to post, and I'm really sorry.

This week we are doing a blog post on the field trip we are taking this week. This Thursday, we are going to go to the Holocaust Museum. I have been happily awaiting this field trip because I pass by that place at least once week. I never knew what it was until this year actually.
While we are there I expect that we are going to learn about the Holocaust, specifically, concentration camps. We are probably going to learn about who was sent to the camps, how they survived, and what went on in there.
In all honesty, I don't know that much about the Holocaust. All I do know is that Hitler wanted eliminate all Jews, homosexuals, people who didn't agree with his political views, and more. It was a very traumatic time, and I'm sorry for what everyone who was in it. That is something I would never want to endure.
I can't wait for this field trip. I want to be enlightened on the topic. This is something that I'm definitely eager to learn about.

Movie Not- Wait, that starts With an 'M!' You Just Ruined My Theme!

Today, I have decided to do a movie review on..

Before I Fall!

Yesterday, I dragged the ever famous Boone along to watch the movie Before I Fall. If you don't already know, Before I Fall is based off of a book. A book that I read over the summer and LOVED! Boone advised against us seeing the movie due to how directors like to completely disregard anything that happened in the book. But I am a stubborn gal, and I bribed him with food.

Much to my surprise, the movie was almost identical to the book. Or, at least, very similar. The movie was as tear-jerking and interesting as the book. The only major difference between the two was that they left out a scene where Samantha skipped school to go get ice cream (Which I was fine with because the scene was really just a page filler.), the scene between Samantha and her teacher (Quite understandable because  it involved sexual student-teacher relations), and that they got everyones' outfits wrong (Insignificant, I know, but I love fashion and little details.)!

The only thing about the movie that I would change is when I had to shield Boone's eyes because of partial nudity.

Overall, it was a great movie. 8/10. You should definitely go see this movie, it's worth the over-priced theatre costs! 

I'm Okay, I Swear

A Monspiracy Not Conspiracy On Music

Zayn left one direction March 25, 2015. You can also write March 25, 2015 as 4/25/15. 4 divided by 25 divided by 15 is 0.010666666. Notice anything weird about that number? Hm.. Maybe the fact that there are three 6's!? 

666

Also known as the sign of the devil. Are you following me? Now, I'm not saying that Zayn is the devil, but I'm not saying that he isn't. Well, what is "devil" in French? "Diable." Quite similar to Spanish's "diablo." France and Spain are secret twin brothers? 

Wanna who doesn't have a twin brother? Zayn Malik. Or does he?! What is Zayn hiding from us? We all know about Demi Lovato's secret twin sister Poot. Is there a Zoot? 

Speaking of twin brothers, how do we know that the Zayn we know isn't actually Zoot? All this time when we thought we've been listening to Zayn Malik it could have been Zoot Malik. Is it even music? Maybe Zoot is disguising his "music" as a way of mind-controlling all of us into loving him. What is the truth?

What is the truth, Zayn?

or should I say... Zoot?

Tell us, Zayn!

Dear Mr. President..

Dear Mr. President, 
Congratulations on your presidency. Seeing as I'm a United States citizen, I believe that I qualify to tell you how to do your job because you're not doing it exactly how I want it.
First off, stop talking? You do have some good ideas, but you're terrible at wording them. 

Example: 

You mean to say: I don't think that illegal immigrants that snuck in or didn't fulfill all the qualifications to be an American citizen should be sent back to their original countries. Then, they come back in legally. 

What we hear: DURRRR, IF YOU NO WHITE YOU GO BACK TO TACO LAND. NOW WE BUILD WALL. I AM OOMPA LOOMPA DURRRRR.

Get what I'm coming at? Now, may I also suggest to try not being an incestuous pedophile? Saying that you'd date your daughter if she wasn't your daughter isn't exactly something I'd like to hear. It really doesn't set a good image for you.
As I am writing this I realize that I may be getting ahead of myself. Nonetheless, stop. You're doing a bad job. Come to Mrs. Joyner's class, I'll teach you how to be President.

Sincerely, 
A teenager that could be a better President than you, no offense!

What I Mant Not Want for Melissamas

What I want for Christmas is very simple. I only want a few things.  I would like a black skater skirt, a round pair of glasses, -50lbs, and a smoking hot guy under my Christmas tree. Money is also appreciated.

To sway you into buying me this gifts, I have come up with a list as to why you should get me all these items.

1. I don't do drugs.
2. How am I supposed to be fashionable if I don't have a black skirt? Do you know how many more outfits I could create with an ebony, cough cough give me extra credit for using an old vocab word, skirt! It'd be glorious..
3. Imagine how cute I would look with a round pair of glasses. Just imagine that. Imagine. Now buy me them please. Please.
4. I have gained so much weight, plus I'm about to double in size because it's not bikini season, and it's an unspoken rule to get fat over the holidays. Just cut my body weight in half, thanks.
5. I honestly don't know. I'm very lonely and sleep deprived. Someone please love me.

Have a merry Christmas and don't forget to splurge all your money on me!

My Mame Not Name

My family comes of Greek decent, and we are proud of that. My grandfather threatened to disown his unborn grandchildren if their names did not have a Greek background. So I am his little bee. Honey bee. They say I bring health and happiness. I'd like to believe that. But backwards I sound like asylum, which is where people think I need to go. But an asylum protects us, you just don't approve of what is inside. This bee is Melissa. Melissa. Plain, old Melissa. Melissa is too long. Melissa is too confusing. Anyone can say it but never spell it. There is nothing special about it. I was named after no one, I have no story. But that's just what I needed. I have no story. I'm an empty book. Empty pages. I can write my own story. Why? I am Melissa. I am my own person. I have my own name. I am proud of it, and I'd never change it for anything in the world.