Intervention? Is it a good thing?

I wrote a blog post on Intervention a few weeks ago, but I think I have changed my opnion on intervention. At first I thought it was a good thing, people can get homework done, do whatever needs to be done. But I am starting to think it is a waste of time.


I get good grades, as I think most of you do. So I don't ever have a classroom I have to go to. So my options are gym, play dough, computer lab, or silent reading. When I am given 35 minutes during school to do whatever I need to do I don't really want to waste time. I can play play dough at home or play football with my brother after school. So I have now narrowed my options down to computer lab, or just a regular intervention.


Usually during homeroom I spend my time reading, but I can't really imagine that a science intervention is going to be quiet enough for me to read. So here I sit in the computer lab.


Overall, I have decided that I personally don't really like intervention. I think of it as a waste of time, and I would rather be in class or at home doing something productive, rather then saying "I guess I can find something to do on the computer." For me personally, I wish that we just had regular homeroom everyday because I think I accomplish more in Mrs. Cobia's homeroom.

Roamin' the Streets of Portland

Whenever I'm in the car and there are bikers on the road in my way it makes me mad. I can't ever figure out why a biker deserves room in the road. I have always thought that a good place for them would be the sidewalk, or the edge of the street where car's aren't driving. The rider and their bike could fit perfectly fine on the side of the road to stay out of my way.


There aren't too many bikers on the roads in Kaysville, their aren't even too many in Utah. Over UEA weekend I had the chance to travel to Portland, Oregon. Let me tell ya, there are lots of bikers there. They were riding everywhere. Portland is a beautiful place. I have never really had interest in riding bikes but while we were there it looked completely fun to me to ride around Portland, over the bridges, by the lakes, through the busy streets.


My dad found a place that we could rent bikes by the hour. So from our hotel we walked about a mile to the bike shop. They have a map of about a 12 miles route you can follow. "12 miles?" I thought to myself "That will take a century." We put on our helmets, got on our bikes and started off the route. My family isn't really in to biking. We don't have the gear, or the certain this or that, we just wanted to ride around town.


My dad had printed off a list of fun things to see or do in Portland and a lot of it was on the route. We went to lunch at a Pub to see the their secret ingredient in there pizza crust was, then to the smallest park. Over one bridge, the next thing I knew I was in Washington State. Just like that we had crossed the border. We went back over another bridge and we were back in Portland. 


It was so fun riding around the streets of Portland. I never knew riding a bike could be so fun. Whether it was from, riding to lunch, over bridges, to the NIKE store, or even the Oregon Ducks store. It was a blast! Hopefully after my fun time riding I can be a little more leant to the bikers riding around the little streets of Kaysville.

Together We Did

7 months had past. Nothing came up, nothing had happened. It was now December of 2009. In May, my Dad lost his job as the CEO of a company up in South Ogden. The owner feared the economy and decided he could run the company by himself. We had hope that my Dad would find something. But 7 months later there was no luck.

My family had been vacationing in San Diego the Christmas of 2008. We were looking for a treat when we came upon a self-serve frozen yogurt shop. We loved it. We could each create the treat of our dreams – something that was individual and unique. When we returned home we found one in Utah and visited there frequently. Every time we went to one it was busy. As more months passed we wondered if it was the thing for our family to do to make a living.

We did our research, got the statistics, and traveled around Utah to see other yogurt shops. As we traveled around Utah we paid attention to a few things: how we were treated, what the atmosphere was like, and how the yogurt tasted. It was important to us that if we did open a yogurt shop we had a happy and cheerful environment, served top quality yogurt, and we wanted our customers to be treated with great care.

I will never forget the day we signed the lease for YOGOTOGO. Then we opened June 21, 2010. Together we could.

If it wasn’t for our family effort we would never have opened YOGOTOGO. Everyone had great ideas to share, and we helped out each step of the way. One of the things we like to do is brainstorm together. We design YoGO-isms as we dream and create with each other.  Together we can.

My Dad has the visual ideas. He did the interior design. He also keeps very good track of the sales, costs of goods, and inventory so we know what we need, and when we need it. But lots of the things my Dad does requires a phone call or an errand. This is where my Mom comes in. My Mom helps a lot at the shop being there to make sure everything is running smoothly and things are taken care of. But one of the most important things she does is make the phone calls and run the errands. Otherwise, without her we would run out of something, or our products wouldn’t be delivered on time.

           

       I always think that what I do doesn’t help that much. But without mine and my siblings help, YOGOTOGO would be different. Whether it’s the Friday night we spend there as a family, or the extra hour we spend after closing to clean, or even by the word we spread. By just talking about it, or when someone brings it up that might be one more Yogoteer coming to support my family.

      
       We have a quote displayed on the wall at YOGOTOGO that I think describes “together we can”:

“You can dream, create, design and build the most wonderful place in the world…but it requires people to make that dream a reality.       –Walt Disney

Together We Did.

Why?

Why? The question I ask myself the most. Why did I do this? Why is it this way? Or just why? I would say I have a mind of question, I want to know the answer, and why. So when I get the answer "No comment" from Mrs. Corry, I'm not to pleased.


I ask myself questions daily. Whether it's "Why did I do that?" or "Why does it happen this way?" Why?

One of the questions I find myself asking the most is why after Algebra 1 comes Geometry? Seriously, why? I mean I get it, you need your Algebra skills all your life, but do you really need them to find the circumference of a circle? Well, yes you do in fact. But I don't understand why you learn Algebra and then the next year you forget most of it for Geometry and then the year after that you need it again, when you don't remember it. Why they do this? I will never know.


In math I sometimes have a hard time understanding the study notes. It's not that I never get math, or I hate it. Because I really like it. But sometimes it's harder for me to catch on than other people. Like for example, I am in Geometry and I would say half my class is 8th graders. Lots of them really understand it and they understand it fast. So when Mrs. Corry says "Ok class, figure this out." Almost right after she is done saying that, one of the 8th graders yells out the answer.


"Why?" I ask. "How in the world did you get that?"


And then the kid turns around and tells me how he did it. He tells me so fast I still don't understand. "Why?' I ask again. And then someone says,


"That's just how it is?"


How can I really be pleased with that answer? I have a mind of questions, I want answers not just "That's how it is." There has got to be some reason it is like that, when Thomas Edison invented the light bulb and someone asked him how you make light, I pretty sure he didn't just say "That's the way it is."


Why am I still in junior high? Why not high school? This I do know the answer to, we all can't fit in the high school. But I wish I was at the high school. I like junior high, but I'm ready to meet new people, I'm ready for a new experience!


Why do they have the boundaries so some people go to Layton and some to Davis? With them building the new junior high and changing the boundaries, I have been thinking of why that is. Some of my closest friends will go to Layton, and I'm going to Davis. One thing I do like is at Davis I will meet a lot of new people. But if it were me, and I had the choice, I would go to Kaysville. I personally think that it would be easiest to meet people in 7th grade instead of being a sophomore at Davis and not knowing anyone.


Why? A questions that roams around in my brain, a questions I sometimes won't know the answer to, why?

Super Saturday

I would have to say the best part of Saturday's are when your sitting on the couch watching the football game and your dad comes out and says "Time to work as a family in the yard."



"Yay!" We are all thinking right? Um, no.



So I slowly I go downstairs and find some old clothes to put on, drag myself up the stairs and walk outside.



"Got your gloves?"



"No."



"Better go get them so you can work"



So I'm ready to go. Got my gloves, got my cutting tools. Let me just tell you something. I am scared to death of nature. Everything just either grosses me out, or I'm scared of it. Even a stinkin' little spider. My sister Aubrey and I are assigned to cut the bushes. Ok that's fine. I'll help do that. I had my scissors and I pulled them apart, and guess what happens. I pulled the scissors so hard the spring came out and I broke the scissors. Goodbye Dad's birthday present.



My dad likes working outside, he likes working in the yard, and making it look beautiful. I think I might like it better if I wasn't so scared. In gym everyone is like "You are scared of the outdoors aren't you?" Well yes I am. So Aubrey and I are cutting down the plants, I started screaming so loud because of a spider the size of a nickle. And then I scream because of every other bug I see.



Working in the yard always ends up more fun then I think it's going to be. I think everyone would rather be doing something else. But it's not to bad. Even though I spend most my time running, screaming, or trying to fix the scissors. Maybe one day I will like nature. (But probably not :)

Intervention

This is my first time in a real intervention! I like it! Before I didn't have a choice to go but now I can! So I am in Bitner's room writing this, and it's really nice to get some of my blog done at school.


I can't decide if Intervention is a good thing or bad...I think that students enjoy it and it helps get some stuff done, but I would rather have it at the end of the day so I could get my homework done that I got during the day. Don't you think that would be nice? It would save so much time at home! One less math assignment, or biology webwork.


Plus, Homeroom/Intervention does not belong in the middle of the day! Seriously, I think that's crazy. I know that they don't want to to sleep in, or whatever but what if the student is like caught up in his or her school work. They aren't going to miss anything in homeroom.


I am really happy though I can come to intervention now. I am actually getting things done, rather then just sitting in a classroom, and on normal homeroom days I am reading! So my reading grade can improve!


So overall, I think intervention is a good thing (after only one day) but they could improve it in some ways. But I'm not in charge! Oh well!

Beach Day

My 11 year old brother, Jonah has a mind of questions, ideas I would never think of. He's a very smart boy, loves to read and learn, act and sing, sports are probably his favorite, and he is a stud if I do say so myself. I get a kick out of all the girls following him around after school.


From ideas to "The Wall of Jonah" where he draws different versions of himself, to the "Sport Fort" that has been up in our living room for a year, to taking a Shath, or a bower (half bath half shower) to now sitting in our house on October 3rd in his swimming suit, new sunglasses, and laying on his beach towel. It's Beach Day in the Taylor home.


He announced last night that tomorrow was beach day and anyone was welcome to join him. Our house may not be on the beach, and we don't have palm tree's either. He doesn't care. Jonah just thinks it's fun to pretend. Maybe he can surf in the Shath.


Happy Beach Day!

"You've got designer shades, just to hide your face, and you wear them around like your cooler then me." -Mike Posner

You Just Never Know

Do you ever have those teacher's that are just out to get you? Pretty much everything you do they say something rude no matter how many times you try and sweet talk them?




Yes, well I have one of "those". For some reason everything I say to her she just has a problem with. I'm not rude to her or anything, I'm not disrespectful in her class it's just every time I ask her if I can do something or go somewhere, I normaly get an answer like "If you do that, I will hurt you!"




I don't think she means it seriously, but after a while I'm thinking "Dude why do you hate me so much?" "What have I ever done in your class?"




So on Wednesday my mom said she was going to Parent Teacher Conferences, (oh great) and I said "Don't go to this teacher, she doesn't know my name, and don't go to this teacher cause she wants to hurt me!"




I told her to text me the report from all the teachers so I got a few text and then she said "Now I'm going to _________." Oh great, she didn't text me after this one. I was getting kind of scared of what my mom was going to come home and say.




We were sitting around the dinner table and my mom was giving a report of all the teachers. She said "Well ________ just says your a sweetheart."




"A SWEETHEART? Is she serious? I thought she hated me! But instead of hurting me now she is going to tell my mom I'm a sweetheart?"




So I guess my lesson learned from this class is you never know. I guess you don't know what there going to say you might think they hate you and then they tell your mom that your a sweetheart. Unless that was just a show for my mom, oh well. I will never know.