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Name: Nadra
Location: Buffalo, New York, United States
Birthday: 9/15/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: i like: people playing with my hair, reading, old songs, memories, lame jokes, heart to hearts, small talk. i dislike: people who lie, dogs, socks/shoes, fresh cut grass, surprises, talking on the phone.
Expertise: sleeping ;)
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  cutelilnaj
Yahoo:  hawtchipmunk
Member Since:
3/23/2005
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| So maybe I do got a little juice in me.
Want to know about my where-a-bouts? Try to keep up [; www.prettywithbrainzzz.tumblr.com May you all have a blessed new year!
and I hope your dreams come true.
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| Yesterday.. I found out my 10 and 11th grade English teacher died. I'm still devastated and at a loss for words. I received a text from an old friend "Omg! Ms. loveland died". How do you break it to someone like that? I'll never know. Well, knowing me thinking 'kid thinks he's fucking funny. Don't text me stupid shit like that!' But I reply, "Wtf. quit kiddin." and he goes, "I'm not :-/ & I'm sorry" Now, my heart is literally beating way to darn fast and is just about to jump out of my mouth. I scramble on the computer and log on to Facebook. My suspicions have been confirmed. Most statuses that were up were about her death. I couldn't believe this, and it had to have been a rumor! Tears are burning and swelling up. She was not your ordinary teacher anyone would've let you know. She dressed better than anyone at the school. She really did think that the hallway was a runway cause believe me she OWNED it. You could tell this lady was eccentric by walking into her room. First off, it was sooo hard finding her room my sophomore year. It was hidden inside this little passageway near the stairs. I would go and walk by the stairs and then to the next wall with a class then I realized her class is in between the stairs and the next wall. Hard to explain. Then I walk into a room with weird posters, vivid colors, and a armless mannequin. Lord, I knew I was in for something else. She was so odd and wacky but everyone loved her. She let you get away with stuff. She made classroom lectures and work FUN. real fun. I remember in 11th grade trying to sneak food into her class and I sat right by her desk, and spilling my coke on the floor. Referral worthy! my and my friends are trying to keep it on the DL but its spreading everywhere! I'm cleaning on my knees and I look up and BUSTED. She gives me a sheepish smirk and returns to her desk. I instantly knew i was safe from a referral but knew not to sneak in food every again. oh, but you know I did anyways. And there were those times when her and Aaron would get into arguments about nothing *playfully* and she would cock her hips and leg, put her index fingers to her temples, close her eyes, and say "hold on I'm cursing you out in my head". She would stand there for 5min. Crazy! I would laugh so hard, omg. There was that one time she read Marley and Me to us, and I remember going up to her this year when the movie came out to tell her it reminded me of her. She was like "you have no idea how many seniors come up to me to tell me that!" Only because she teaches 10 & 11 graders. I also remember her taking out her new metal detector to try it out on us that she got from a friend. The class went wild. We all wanted to be tested on. I remember the under wire of my bra going off, and her going "Mhmmm, whatcha got hiding under there?" It was hilarious cause I'm known for my huge boobs. I was like "C'monnn, it's my bra guys" xD. Her business was everyone's. She told us about everything she'd do on the weekends. How her husband died. She was such an open person. Definitely someone you could confide in. She told us how she'd go to the pow wows to talk to native Americans, and I thought that was the coolest thing in the world. My 7th grade math teacher, Ms Mt Pleasant, was full Native American. She was only lady that made me like math. After her, I started hating it again. Anyways, she would tell us how her husband would ban late night commercials because she would always buy things because it seemed like she needed them and they were always on sale and such. Her armoire thing was always filled with odd stuff. Like complete CD set of jazz collections. I was like "Is this something you got off those commercials?" and she would just nod. I could never find the tardy log book ever. Lol, I also remember swallowing my first Tylenol in her class! I was telling my friends that I simply couldn't do it! and she was coming quick and then I downed it with my vitamin water. I felt like a champ, and it something I could never forget. I remember her making us take this funny quiz so we'd get to know our classmates. & one question asked: Which celebrity do people say you resemble? And I put down Pocahontas. The class had a freaking field day with that one for some reason. I also remember Anthony marking my body up with markers! We had our little marker fight, and it was so much fun. Too bad we don't talk anymore. You were so much fun, kiddo. The last day of my 10th grade year. We finished up our finals. And she had us blow up balloons for her. If there was something she could get us to do instead of her doing it herself.. she would get us to do it. Just like me, laaaaaazy. The boys were having a fantastic time playing with helium. And scaring all the girls by popping those balloons. I dont know about you but hearing a balloon pop scares the living hell out of me?! Then school let out, SUMMER TIME! I got my first pd class late August. I recall her classroom number. I was like I got MRS LOVELAND, yeshhh. We spent a few months with her til we got switched to Mrs. McDonald. We were all upset, and most of us objected! It was so sad leaving her. All the fun was snatched beneath our feet. We had to do some work. You could tell the whole class were quite upset. No more smiles. At the time, our mornings were ruined forever. And now, as a senior to get this news is a little unsettling. Why Mrs. Loveland? WHY?! She was one of the most amazing teachers @ my school. And trust me, my school is hurting with their faculty choices. I miss her, and writing this post is so difficult. I promise I'll never forget you, Mrs Loveland. May you rest in heavenly peace.
I texted my dad at work last night. This cant be possible. Life is not fair! He lets me know that life is short. It's crazy because of was thinking of Mr. Shain early yesterday, and I hear of Mrs. Loveland's death late last night.
I'm still dealing with the death of another teacher, Mr Shain. He was more than a TV teacher to me. Like a friend and or mentor. He passed away right after elections. It was real depressing. I found out in my first pd in Sociology. His first pd were anxious for his arrival. He's never late?! Shannon was like "well, maybe he died". Uhm, Nice choice of words there kiddo. So.. Tori gets a text in the middle of class and asks to be excused to the bathroom. Our teacher doesn't let her go, and she starting bawling with tears brimming her eyes. The whole class is like what the heck is going on with her?! She screams SOMEONE JUST DIED and rushes out the room. Now, our teacher is looking guilty, and I'm in utter shock! For some reason, I thought it was her uncle. I don't even know her uncle, and I have no idea why I thought that.. Tori, Sarah, and I have Mr Shains class 4th pd. & Tori texts Sarah that Mr Shain had passed away. *I didn't have a phone @ the time* And she comes rushing to my seat with the news. I start crying. I hate crying esp with everyone staring. I was like no way in hell is that true. She was like go to the counselors office with me after class. Mannn, what was I getting into going into the counselors office?! Jesus. The was a conference room with a banner that read RIP MARK SHAIN and we were all supposed to have signed it with our thoughts. Are you kidding me? You're expecting me to even THINK straight right now. Complete bullshit. I was sitting there while I wrote my little piece. And then I wanted out of that room and to return to my 2nd pd. This lady was like "that's not necessary. You can stay here for as long as you'd like." Uhm, no thanks! You expect me to stay here in this atmosphere where everyone is crying? I don't fucking think so. So, like a convict. I escape. While I was making my run from the guidance office. Some teacher catches me, and takes me right back to that same lady. She was like "you are very distraught and we cant have you disrupting the other kids learning environment." She begins to take me into her office. I read the little plate on her desk. Child Psychologist. I laugh to myself.. She really thinks I want to tell her how I feel. Awkward silence. She asks "is this the first time someone you cared for have passed" Ignored. Then she begins to tell me about some story about her growing up like I wanted to hear that. I cut her off. By this time, the tears have dried up. "Can I return to class? I really cant be missing this material" She lets me go with a pass. I come into my Astronomy class with my tear stricken face. I remember people staring at me like I was an alien or something. The kid that sat next to me asked if I was alright. I mean, do I look alright?! Damn. I just nod. I get to work, and I couldn't concentrate. Wow, my astronomy teacher started looking like Mr. Shain. I start crying silently to myself. I get hysterical. I thought I could do it. Now, I'm thinking I should have just stayed in the conference room. I tried to explain to my teacher. and he excused me from my work. I sat @ my computer, and my two lab partners did our work. Kids kept probing me for answers. I just kept quiet. After that class was A lunch. I didn't feel like eating but I did get probed some more. Next was Mr Shain's class. Fucking awkward as shit. The room had this creepy chill to it. Silence. I remember administrators & the sub telling us that we had to go to the conference room, and to pack our stuff. Just great! The whole class was crying including the guys. It was touching how the put the macho stuff away for a moment. This time is was more enjoyable because we were all discussing all the good and bad times. All the memories. I got a crack out of that. The class really did bond after that. If we weren't a family then we are a family now. I remember how he was an Obama fan but me and most of the class were for Mccain. Interesting debates. Man, they were fucking classic! I was giddy before going to bed that night thinking on the 6th of Nov our whole class would get schooled. Too bad that never happened.
I miss you so much Mr. Shain, and It's crazy! You have inspired me to take courses in communications. You have inspired me to do better with my life. To "coexist." I still say axe instead of ask but I promise I'm working on it just for you. Thanks for all the math help. Thanks for letting me sleep on the couch when I felt terrible. Thanks for cheering us up. Thanks for caring, and thanks for being there. Thanks for EVERYTHING.
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HAPPY NEW YEARS! time for new beginnings, '09 is my year.
I know who I am,
you know who you are,
but from you to me I don't see what
you've done, but I know what I've
done, to know who we all are. I don't know, but for me to know
who I am is a question with an
answer, I am one with a kind
personality, one with knowledge, one with
easy temper and shyness, but also one
with a breakable happiness, I know
who I am, you know who you are,
no two souls are the same. One might
hate, one might try to get even, or
declare peace to a war, to learn who
I am was easy, for you to know me
it takes a lifetime, no one is
a shadow or mirror for I know
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Well, It's been forever and a day since I've been on this xanga! I even forgot how to edit the darn profile and this freaking layout is quite revolting. I'd really like to get back to writing in here because I remember how much I used to enjoy that. Myspace and Facebook are so tiring.
Dude. Looking back on the entries made me tear a little bit. I remember loving/obsessing over Nelly. I can't say the feelings are the same anymore.
Maybe I should get a new xanga?
And look at the way I used to type, tehee. That was back in eighth grade and now I'm a senior. I can't believe everything. High school has definitely been a riot.
Time flies quickly when you're having fun? yeah, right 
I've waited my share. I'm ready to get my move on.
PS: I'm trying the 'sacred heart diet'. No more bk for me.Gotta get this body in shape for prom and or graduation 
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xanga; what can i say?
myspace:
www.myspace.com/o_sooo_nadii
welps.
now you know where to find me. | | |
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