Me

It has come to my knowledge that I have assumed that all of you know everything about me. This is false. I have yet to post on what I do in my normal everyday life. Forgive me for this. This is a problem that I aim to fix in this post.

I am a 12 year old boy in Rolla, Missouri. That place will change this summer because my family is moving to Washington. Again. Not that I have anything against Washington, it's just that there's these two things that are kind of bothering me about it. 1) Now that I'm moving, all these cool things are happening over here, like band (which I will be 2 years behind in in Washington). 2) Now that I'm moving to Washington, every relative I have over there is moving away. And when I get some good news that the Neilsons, friends from Washington the 2nd time we lived there, will be moving to the Fort Louis area as well, I discover that, while they could choose to live next to us, they want to live somewhere where they will have more land. Bummer, huh? I have been socially inactive for the majority of my time in Missouri, but that doesn't mean I won't be sad to leave the friends I have here.

Some time ago my mom, having been overwhelmed by 6 games a Saturday 4 practices a week made Chase, Emma, and I quit soccer. Basketball too, for that matter. The day after that, mom had the nerve to come home and announce to the said three of us that she had signed us all up for swim team. I may have been fuming mad at the time, but now I love it. We practice every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and I can feel myself getting better as the time goes by.

I am in Mrs. Spooner's 6th grade class and she, too, is outstanded with my writing ability. That's right, you are not alone. My class is terrible and Mrs. Spooner has done nothing to deserve it. As part of the school curriculum, the counselors need to come to every class to have a talk about bullying, in which you are handed a survey to fill out. My class had the majority of the class agree (in the survey) that we have a bullying problem among other shocking details. This provoked the counselor's coming back and reading some of the most moving ones aloud to the class. Mine was, apparantly, the most moving. So anyway, back to academics. I have all A's, am in the gifted and talented program we call QUEST, and have no 'favorite subject'.

On Fridays and Saturdays, I break out the PS3, it having replaced the Wii for the time being. Whether you think it be some gift from my father, the LoTR fanatic, or not, I happen to be extraordinarily good at the game we have known as Lord of the Rings: Conquest. So good in fact, that when I use online play to try to hold my own against the 40-year-old-that-lives-in-his-mom's-basement monsters, I hold my own. And most of their's as well. You don't understand how awesome that is, do you?

I now make an end of what is to be my longest post ever, and I marvel at your perseverence in having read it all. If you have, that is. Now, at long last, I make an end.

Rock and Roll!!

So last night, in the town of Rolla, Missouri, something wonderful happened. I went to band tryouts. Amazing, right? Just because I'm moving doesn't mean I can't join the band in Dupont, even though they started 2 years earlier, right? With that frame of mind, I was dropped off at the Middle school with Dunn where they were being held and entered the band room. According to the ladies at the able, I was supposed to go see Mr. Slowensky first. So I got in line. When I got there, I got, on a scale of Poor, Fair, Good, and Very Good, a Very Good for trombone and baritone and a Good on a trumpet. After that, Mr. Slo sent me over to Mister Zwinklemyer. After I had endured the line and Mr. Z's annoyance that I was moving, I finally got to try my mouth at a saxophone. After I blew on it, Mr. Z didn't even bother on rating me. He just went over to the comments section and wrote Rock and Roll!!. So apparently I'm good at the saxophone. That is good for me because in order to fit in with the people who have been playing since fifth grade, I'll need to practice a lot, and that I can do with Dunn's.

Poll Problems

There is a serious problem with democracy, folks! Let me tell you what I mean. I hope you have noticed my poll app, as it has caused me a lot of trouble. The expiration date of voting is here, and so no one else can vote, and  conclusion has been reached by me. Unfortunately, whenever I go to remove it from the layout and replace with new question it says something along the lines of 'You can't edit this poll because someone has already voted.' If you have any idea how to fix this please let me know by commenting.

THe Letter H

THe letter H has been the bane of my name tHrougHout my life. People forget the H in every one of my tHree names, wHich managed to eacH contain H's in strategic positions tHat no Human could ever figure out unassisted. THis Has Happened to tHe point wHere I Have taken to spelling out my name wHenever asked. Not only tHat, I spell it out like tHis: Z-A-C-H  W-E-S-T-H-O-F-F. So I ask you, dear reader, do not neglect the letter H in my name or in any otHer word or pHrase, lest the H decides to remove itself altogetHer from tHe alpHabet, and, as I Hope you can tell from tHis paragrapH, tHat would be a tragedy.