"Me"

5th period English
8/29/13

Alright well first off my name is Beatrice, but most people call me Bebe-as a nickname and BB happens to be my initials. I don't really care what people call me as long as the spanish teacher calls me Beatrice, because Bebe in spanish sounds-bad, frankly. Compared to Beatrice that is. Anyways, I'm a sophomore who feels like a freshman because I am also a transfer. From where? The ever-so-preppy, St. Ignatius (aka: Hogwarts). My brother goes to Whitney Young; he's a junior. I also have a sister but she's in 7th grade-still young, still happy, unlike the rest of us (god bless her). I have a dog named Cody. He is a minicher pinscher cocker-spaniel poodle mutt. Don't bother looking that up, you won't find any dog cuter than he is. I swear to you. I have a cat named Cupcake whose a boy. He's a tuxedo cat, and if you're wondering, Cody and Cupcake get along remarkably well. My favorite thing to do is make things. Everything. Literally. Clothes, food, furniture, dollhouse furniture, glass beads, jewelry, shoes, paper- everything. I just like working with my hands, NOT my brain. I also play the violin a lot. I used to hate it to the point of almost quitting, but no. I continued playing, not knowing what I was in for. What was I in for? well it's...hard. Don't get me wrong- I like playing the instrument but it is so much extra work that is sometimes impossible to complete. I also play tennis. But I'm not really a sports person.. I like ballet and aerial dance, but unfortunately there's not really time for either of the two during the school year. My favorite classes in school are (not including art, which would be #1, if I took it) science and english <----not just saying that because you teach it. My least favorite subject is definitely math. Math all the way. my favorite book is Jane Eyre; although I don't usually enjoy romance a whole lot, I love it. 

 If it were WWII, generally speaking, my life would be spared, while the whole rest of my immediate and extended family would be taken away. Everyone except my aunt, or so I've heard. I don't talk much in person unless I get to know a person really really really well. If that doesn't happen, I won't say a word. But I'm not mad, I just have a frowning face that is difficult to make look happy when I am happy. I think it's genetics, but maybe not. if I'm writing a letter, or a journal, or in this case a blog post i will say whatever I want-not always a good thing, but whatever. I figure that since this post is titled "Me" it's ok. My favorite color is red.