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I'm a Dutch boy. I write about my life the good and the bad parts. Hope you enjoy! |
So, yeah. I'm starting blogging. I like writing, that's the main reason I'm here, just like everyone else. Just another fish in the ocean. But I'm starting blogging like I said. Damn, it's hard to start something like this. I had all those awesome ideas but now I don't know what to write. Like you've already guessed my name is Jack. I'm a Dutch student, so don't blame the grammar. It feels kinda selfish starting a blog about myself, with my way of viewing things. I'm just literally telling you how interesting I am and that you should read my stuff. I'll tell about my life as a student of 15 years old, the things I enjoy and the things that irritate me. I hope all of you people will support me and my writing  Love to y'all!Jack |
| I haven't blogged for almost two weeks. Why you may ask? Well, nobody is reading it. I heard people saying that you blog for yourself. Not for others. But it isn't fun writing anymore. I don't want to write anymore. There is a big chance that this entry will get 1 or 2 views, just like the others. That makes me sad. So I think I will quit blogging. This is what I wrote a few hours ago, like a few of you may know. I have decided that I will not quit. I may be writing on a low profile but I won't quit. I will go on. As you might read I was sad when I wrote this a few hours ago. Because a few writers, Ruwth, Rich and TessaT I didn't quit. If you read this, thanks for helping me :) Love to y'all Jack |
| If you read my previous blogs you know I went to Amsterdam. You know, the city of whores and drugs. It was fun. We went to the "Muziekgebouw aan 't IJ" That's a great building, it is one of the best known jazz/blues music buildings. We had a break of 1 hour. My friends and I wanted to go to Mac Donalds for a lunch. I looked it up on my phone like any 15 year old boy would do. I found a Mac Donalds, it was 10 minutes walking. Nothing strange yet, but while we were walking we found out that the route went right through the red light district. It was awkward. Like really awkward. This was my story about Amsterdam. Love to y'all Jack |
| My English teacher doesn't like me. So, that's said. I don't think hates me or anything like that but he always tells me to be silent. I'm in English class sitting with four of my friends. We like to talk and because we all get really high grades in English so it doesn't really matter. When were talking he only tells me to be silent. It's something that's quite annoying but funny at the same time. Whenever my parents want to talk with him about this stuff he always tells them I'm a good student and he likes having me in his lessons. He isn't a very good teacher. He actually forgot two of his lessons. The first time we just sat there for fifteen minutes waiting for him, then me and my friends just left. We went to a mall to get some food and then we went back in the class, still no teacher. The best part comes now. A lot of people left the classroom to do some other stuff. We were sitting there eating, talking and laughing. There were a few other students. The teacher came in the classroom five minutes before the lesson ended. He wrote down who wasn't in the class. All the people who weren't there had stay in the school for two more hours doing work. This isn't my last story about my English teacher. He is quite a silly person so I have a lot of stories about him. Not only my English teacher, there are more goofballs in my school. Love to y'all Jack |
| I'm home from school. I just heard about the terrorist attack in Brussels. What the ****! Why can't these fellows leave us alone? I was planning on starting my blog with something fun, damn. I'm going to Amsterdam with a school trip on Thursday. A friend of mine isn't allowed to go. I told him he should go, but he agreed with his mom. I'm definitely going, I don't feel any fear. It's getting very close, the danger. First Paris, now Brussels. I know that at this moment while I'm typing this there are ISIS guys in the Netherlands talking about an attack. The scary thing is that we don't know where and when. It could be somewhere in Amsterdam, Utrecht or Rotterdam. We don't know. I won't hide in my house. Well, I have spoken. Tomorrow I will talk about some fun things. I just had to talk about this. Love to y'all! Jack |
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