Yeah, you see this. It's a thing that scares crows away. I was in a group with Bailey and Amber. It's suppose to be a dancing girl. I noticed you staring at that thing you call a face, you know who that is Michele Bachmann. Yeah, I know, what kind of sick person would do that! Just letting it out there, I was 100% away from the idea. Lets just say, it scared quite a few crows away. At first we were going for the affect of baby's because of Bailey's mom being pregnant. with the light blues, pinks, greens, and purples. Then as I had said before...BAM! Michele Bachmann's face was on it.
Materials.: Wire, milk jug, hula hoop, wood, box, glue, hot glue, and baby shoes.
I wrote a short (well, When i write things, they are never short! xD) I'm here to let you read: "The Dancing Girl"
My parents always expect me to become a business woman, but I had other plans. I wanted to be a dancer, the most lovely one known to man. I would work extra hard to please my parents, but I wasn't pleasing myself. I was always know as the girl who tried much to hard in school, and didn't have many friends, I walked alone, I sat alone, I did everything with just me. While walking to my next class (geometry) once again alone, and on the Bulletin Board for the preps, or the people who some importance at this school, was a huge sign of many bright colors and it said: WERE HOLDING DANCE TRYOUTS, ANYONE WELCOME, COME AND SEE WHAT WERE MADE OF! My face lit up with what little joy I really had for this school. Finally what I was looking for. Walking to geometry with a smile on my face, knowing what I really wanted out of this school. After school I called my parents and told them I was staying after to get some extra credit stuff, but in all honesty I knew what I really wanted. I walked to the gym where the tryouts where. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure my ears would burst from such the loud noise. My stomach was filled so many butterflies' I swear I was going to start flying myself. I knew I really didn't belong with the so called "Preps" but I knew I could be the one to change the who changed the whole, who can do what thing. I took heavy steps going down the steps, I was surprised I didn't fall through the floor. I opened the huge gym doors, everyone looked at me. It felt like all the blood rushed to my face. I hid my face an sat down in a corner alone. Then the most known girl in the school who name I can't say because I will throw up just trying to get the words out, said in her most preppy voice "Everyone who is here is wanting to be a dancer, well guess what, not all of you can do it." She looked at the crowd with this evil stare of death. Then proceeded "I will give each of you 10 minutes to show me what you really have, you may choose your own music, only 5 of you will make it." I felt as if I should just get up and go, my chances were slim to none. There were about 100 girls, and only 5 would make it, but I knew I might as well try. About 10 girls when up and stumbled around, and did what they called dancing. Finally I had some courage to get up and show what I had. I stepped on the stage, plugged my Ipod in, and put on some classical slow music. I started off in a ball, and slowly lifted my body up, letting the music take me. I moved my arms like a tree slowly swaying in a breeze. I did a few spins, then it was time for the big finish. I went to one side of the gym, and sprinted, I then jumped in the air, spinned, and spread my legs apart, landing back on my feet again. My 10 minutes was up, and I felt as if i could do more. Every girl in there stood up and clapped, and cheered. I had a smile on my face, and I just stood still. I left the gym happy as can be. I got in my car, and drove home. My parents did the usual, talked about colleges I didn't want to go to, and I wasn't planning on going to. I couldn't sleep, or eat, or even concentrate on my homework. Finally it seemed as if morning would never come. I got to school, smiling as much as I had when I left. I walked right to the "Prep Board" and looked at the list. First name on there was mine, I almost fell on my face in excitements. I was finally something I've wanted to be for awhile now. Now, I had to break it to my parents. After a day that seemed as it was 5 minutes, I want home. My parents did the usual, I then got them to be quiet and I said in a shy quiet voice "Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you." They looked at me as if I was going to tell them I was going to die. "I made it on the dance team, I don't want to be what you guys want me to be. I want to be a dancer." They looked at me as if I just told them I was going to die. "I'm not giving this up for something you want me to do, I'm going to practice, and still study. In 3 days in my next performance, be there or not, I'm going to do this." They both got up and walked away from me like as if all I just said met nothing to them. I sat up day and night practicing my dance, wanting to get it perfect. Finally the was came where I can show the who school who I was really made of. The day drug on, seconds feeling like years. Finally it was 3 pm. I went into the locker room, and got my blue and pink leotard on. By 3:10 everyone was sitting waiting for me to start. I walked onto the stage, the spotlight blinding me. All I could think of was I'm going to mess up, I'm going to mess up. Finally the music started. I danced, I twirled, jumped, fell, swayed. Everything I've always knew I could do, but not wanting anyone to see or know. Finally the music ended, the spotlight blinding me. It was quiet, and then the crowd screamed, cheered, and clapped. I stood with a smile on my face, I'm finally what I want to be. Everyone will know me. I am now...THE DANCING GIRL.
Here are my designs. Top left: A guy made of all cans. Top Right: Dress made of all bottles Bottom left: Made of all crayons Bottom Right: An "old fashioned" scarecrow.
Here is the group's final design, we drew, with all the measurements, and colors.