Ms. Feiner’s Class Blog

    Are you sick and tired of never getting your way? Do your friends ever tease you because you don’t have the cool stuff they have? Do you feel unwanted or left out because a sibling always gets more than you ?

        If you answered yes to any of the questions above, you are not alone. I think I can help you with your problem. This How-To explains exactly How-To get your way with mom or dad in only 1-3 days. This fun and easy How- To will solve all your problems in only 7 quick steps:

   Ask a parent to get it for you  First, ask mom to get it for you. If Mom says no, ask Dad.  Don’t get discouraged if Dad says no.  Go back to Mom and ask her why not.  Don’t  beg her now. Go back to Dad and ask him why not.

     Think about who usually buys you toys. If it’s both, pick the more persuadable one. Let’s just say it’s Dad. Now you can beg him. If he says ” Because I said so” then just follow these steps.

        Backup steps if he says no. Say, ”You’re so mean Dad” and stomp to your room. Come bach later and say ” I’ll use my own money”. At dinner talk to your parents again. If you don’t get  answer just don’t complain now. Be very good. Don’t fight with your siblings. Give them a while to think it over. Do lots of extra chores.

         Write a letter.  If that doesn’t  work, write them a letter. Make it like this:  Dear Mom, I think I am being very good lately and I think you should reward me for it. I promise I won’t fight with ______. Love and from, your very responsible daughter/son ________.

         Make a contract. Now make a contract. Put everything you will do on it. Sign it. Make sure everything on the contract you are able to do. Give it to them.

        Now wait. Wait. Maybe a day or two. Try to wait till they forget about it. Then bring it up again. Tell them ,” You know my birthday is coming up.” Or ” My birthday is not for a while but I will take an early present and you wont have to get me another one.”

     Tell them what you had in mind. Tell them what you had in mind. If they remember, don’t back down. Just tell them you’ve been wanting this for a long time.  They should buy it for you now. If they don’t, it would be smart to write another letter.

             Did they buy it for you? If they didn’t, you have very unpersuadable parents. Just kidding. If they don’t buy it for you I am a bad writer who doesn’t know what  she is talking about.

                Have you ever broken your arm before? If you did, how did it feel? I’ve broken my arm before! On the first day of school no less! This is the story of how and when I, Julia the Great broke my arm. 

          Well the week before kindergarten, I was riding my bike on the dead-end near my House, and Dear Reader just so you know, I was Very confident of myself because I’d been practicing for a while now.     So, when I got on my bike I was fine. No marks, no bruises, not one skinned knee. I rode down my driveway perfectly fine. So then, I looked back at my dad, and that’s how it all began. I looked at my dad and he looked at me.  “Yay’ Julia, your doing it, Whoa!”  I was wobbling over to the curb. “Uh-oh, Oh-no, Oh-boy, Whoa! Julia’’ my dad yelled. “Are You o-Kay?”      

       My dad came running over to see if I was alright.’’ Look at you’’ he said. By now My arm was really hurting. It was crushed against the curb against me and on top of it all, like that wasn’t enough, my bike fell on top of all of us.      My dad carried me home in one arm and my bike in the other. When we got home, he iced my arm and called my mom. I could barely hear her on the phone.     Then he came into the living room and said c’mon lets go.  Where to? I asked.  Before he could answer my question, My mom came in the door. The first thing she said was ‘’Julia, honey, are you okay?’’        

      Mom, Dad, Me, and my little brother Jake (who was sleeping in his crib the whole time) went to the hospital.  So while we were there, my mom came in the room were I was, and my dad left with Jake. Here came the doctor. He took mom and me to a dark room. He lay me on a bed with a machine on top. He told me I was going to get an X- ray.   After the X-Ray, he told my mom some grown-up stuff I didn’t understand. I think it meant  I had broke my  arm.

       The next day we went to a large building called   X-ARM. I got a bright pink cast from my fingers to my shoulder. Also I got a  big blue sling.  That was it. The whole darn juicy thing.   Today when I think about it, It’s not such a big deal.