Hi, I'm Emily Shanks. I'm 12 years old and this is my second year homeschooling. I love it! This is the first time I've ever written a blog so it won't be very good. I'm going to tell you about the best day I ever had.

So there I was on my dad's lap in the tree stand, eager to get my first deer. I heard leaves crunching, branches breaking, I thought it was a deer. But turned out to only be a squirrel. I was so DISAPPOINTED!! After a little while dad spotted a deer. As we were getting ready to shoot dad saw another deer. I spotted the 3rd deer. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Eager to get my first deer, and thinking how happy my mom and dad would be if I got it, I was so excited that I couldn't pull the trigger . So dad shot the deer. When we got down from the tree stand and over to where the deer was we found out that it was not a doe like we had thought but a button buck. When we got back to aunt Phylis and uncle Randy's house dad said, "I was as happy today as I was when I got my first deer. I was so happy because you were with me."   

So how did I do on my first blog? I had fun making it. I think I will do another. I hope you liked it. Please leave a comment and let me know what you thought!

Hi, there! My name is Greta, and I am home schooled by my mom. I am thirteen and in seventh grade. There are a few things I really enjoy doing but the one I am going to talk about today is writing. I love to write and I would really like to become an author when I get older. I mostly write short stories, poems, and oneshots (which are even shorter stories);  so, I have written one to show you guys today.  I’ve chosen to write about my time EHC booth at the fair, which was a very fun ,slightly crazy experience.  , which was a fun, yet slightly crazy experience.   experience. I hope everyone will enjoy it!

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I shiver and tug on the sleeves of my jacket as I walk a few steps ahead of my mom, brother and sister. The sky is an angry shade of iron and the wind is harsh and cold. Tonight is a little too dreary for my liking and way too much so for a day in late September.  The fairgrounds are alive, despite the unsatisfactory weather, and bustling with people. People who are probably heading off to ride rides that I can hear in the distance and see their lights flashing. That isn’t where I’m headed though.  In front of me, I can see a big building marked ‘Educational Building’.  I feel a drop of rain on my forehead.  Shivering again, I step through the doorway and a wall of different things hits me. The building is crowded with people and it is much warmer than it was outside.  The big ‘Best of Show’ display stands right before me, bearing all of the best entries in all of the fair categories this year. I can see a photograph of a little girl with curly hair and a woven basket. To my right is the EHC booth, which is a fundraiser that helps many different organizations by selling hamburgers and hot dogs.  I can see a few of my friends bustling around inside the booth but I can’t see a lot because of all the people crowded around it.  I gulp.  There are so many people.  My heart sinks a little but I walk over to the tables beside the booth.  I say hi to Brittany and Mariah and Ms. Bonnie, who gives me my 4-H apron.  I grab a pencil, stick it behind my ear, and get to work.  

“That’ll be…” I hesitate, counting up a man’s order on an order card.  “Thirteen-fifty!” I smile weakly.  It’s been about 15 minutes and I’m absolutely overwhelmed.  The booth is in total chaos.  Kids and grown-ups are running back and forth, filling out orders, taking change to the cash register and rushing orders back to the customers.  So far, I’ve messed up someone’s order, spilled tea on the bags of nachos while pouring a customer a cup (ruining the paper nacho holders) and brought someone the wrong type of soda from the freezer. The customer whose order I’ve just finished taking hands me a one-hundred dollar bill.  I look from the bill in my hands, back to the customer, who smiles as if he feels sorry for me and back to the bill.  I smile again, trying to hide how hysterical I feel and take it back to cash register.  I put the order card in the window to the kitchen.  Ms. Kim reaches over from inside the kitchen and grabs it.  I put the pencil in my left hand behind my ear again and run the change back to the man.

“Order up!” I hear.  I look back and see three wrapped burgers on the table outside the kitchen door and hurry to grab them.  I fumble with them and one falls to the floor.  Like a hawk, I dip down and scoop it up, making a fruitless effort to straighten the paper wrapping.  I call out the name on the order card and bring it to the customer, who looks slightly annoyed.  As he walks off, the thought that I should’ve gotten the ladies in the kitchen to make him another one runs through my mind.

“Oh, well.” I think. “Too late now.”  The rain is pounding outside by now.  A flood of people are wading through the door, no doubt trying to find shelter.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see my siblings licking ice cream cones and laughing with each other.  I smile.  Just then, I have to duck out of the way as a boy flies past me on his way to the nacho-cheese machine.  I sigh.  Back to work

Hi, I am Morgan and I am in the 7th grade.  This is my second year of homeschooling.  I am happy to be a homeschooler!  My parents chose to homeschool me after I had been bullied in public school.  Bullying comes in many different forms.  They can say mean things to you or about you and hit or push or you around.  Never be afraid to tell your parents you are being bullied.  I was afraid at one time, but I told my parents and I am happier because of it.  No one likes to be treated like this, so treat others like the way you want to be treated.  Watch the movie Chrissa Stands Strong, it is about being bullied.  One of my favorite movies!

I like the outdoors-riding bikes, swimming, and jumping on my trampoline. We have a big back yard, about 3 acres, and I can go out there and watch and listen to the birds in our trees.  I also like writing in my journal and sketching.  I write and sketch just about every day.  I am a Cadet in Girl Scouts, I just started 4H, and I am involved in our church.  As a Girl Scout, I get to help my community out in lots of ways.  We visit the local nursing home and hand out Valentines to the residents, we have a food drive around Thanksgiving, and many other things we do to help out.  I love Girl Scouts!  If you aren't a Girl Scout, you should join!
 I hope everyone has a great school year, too!

Morgan  :-)