The Daily Blog

-Art camp-

Hi every one! I don't like it when people say that a blog is like a diary. It depends what blog you have but I know for sure that mine is not like a diary. I remember doing a dairy but it was all boring stuff like "I ate soup" and "I read a book". I tried to make it interesting by adding mystery stuff like " oh no I can't find my slippers! There fluffy and soft... Help I can't find them!!! " first of all just conplaining that you don't have your slippers by writing in your dairy will not do anything and also why does that need to be written in a diary? It's not super important. I remember that I did not write in it for a couple days (even weeks) and I made one page (I think it was like page 5 or something... Ikr forgetting it so soon) that there was a picture that showed me trying to find it (badly dawn by me) and said "help I can't find my dairy :(" when really I forgot to write in it. And I remember I wrote "go to page 5" when ever I did not write in it. I don't know why but the 5 entry's that I wrote in it I have read over more then 20 times. Maybe that's what I will do with this blog... I re read my first blog and even if it was 3 weeks ago it brote so much memories. Sigh... BYE! ♥️

It's almost been a month since I started my blog. Time flys these days especially in summer. But the time does not fly at school. Sigh. The problem is, is that my mom wants me to do more this summer then just sit in front of a screen all day. So she signed me up to art class for the summer. I personally am not a very good artist so I really wanted to know how to draw. My friend Fern said that she will join it too. When I arrived to the art studio there where plenty of people there around my age. 'I wonder if any of them have a blog...' I thought as I studied the group. Fern was no there yet so I was waiting for her near the entrance of the studio. Fern is always late for some reason. I don't know why though because when ever I ask why she changes this topic. A couple minutes later class starts and Fern is still not at the art camp. I grow a little inpatient. She said that she would be here today...

Anyways at art camp the teacher explains that we will be starting with pottery bowls. She showed us how to do it. You first dab water on the base where the clay will be and then you keep adding water so that the clay will shape. She only had 5 pottery wheel though and there where 12 kids so she let 5 go on first while the other 7 where doing sculpting with clay. I was picked for the spinning wheel first. I could not help thinking why Fern was so late. It's almost been over half an hour. It's not too common she is this late. The pottery wheels where aligned in a line at the end of the studio. Beside me sat a girl who looked a bit older then me and on the other side was a boy my age. I started sculpting my bowl  but it was very messy. The girl beside me was almost as good as the teacher so I looked at her  for an example. Unfortunately mine looked nothing like hers. I glanced at the boy beside me and saw that his looked just like mine -even worse- but instead of being as impatient like I was he was completely clam. I stared at my bowl trying to make it smoother until I heard a huge SPASH. The boy that sat beside me's clay bowl splattered all over the floor. I quickly rushed to pick it up because it's better then just staring. The boy smiled as I picked it up and placed it on the table. "Thank you" he whispered to me. "Make sure you don't put too much water or else that will happen" said the girl that sat beside me. The boy nodded and then went back to shaping his clay bowl.

After a while I decided that Fern would not come to the Art class today. I could not check if she texted me anything because my fingers where all dirty from the clay. After a while I was done my bowl. Of course mine looked nothing like the girl that sat beside me's bowl but I was still proud of it. After that I was sculpting my name out of clay. A couple other people where doing that too. I saw the girl that sat beside me's clay had the name 'Clarissa' on it but I did not get to see the boy that sat besides me's sculpture. I was very proud of what I made today. After the class was over and I washed my hands from the clay I checked to see that Fern texted me that she had to go to her grandparents house and she promises me that she will be there tomorrow. I smile. I can't wait for tomorrow!