Brothers – (Brother’s Point of View)


My brother is nice.

He is really good at math.

He is very smart.

When my dad cannot help me with my math homework, Jacob always can.

That’s convenient!

I don’t think a lot of his games are fair because he always wins.

Yes, it is his fault if he is good at playing games – if he wants me to keep playing with him.

This one time, when we were playing “Island Chess,” there was this one piece that could not move.

It’s called the bishop.

I didn’t think it was fair that it couldn’t move on land, only water.

I wanted it to be able to move on both.

Jacob made up a “that’s not fair” rule because I said it was not fair.

How was that fair?

I like playing with Jacob and he is a good brother.

But he is not always easy to play with.

We talk about what he wants to talk about most of the time.

He is funny, but sometimes, I just don’t get what he is talking about.

He’s my brother though, so I will always want to be with him.

I miss him when he goes away.

I don’t want to play with anyone else – definitely not my sister!



My brother is two years younger than I am.

He lets me sleep on his floor of his bedroom on weekends.

My bedroom is downstairs.

On the weekends, it’s like having a sleepover, which is fun.

We both like Angry Birds and Star Wars.

He means a lot to me because we always have each other to play with.

It’s great to have someone that understands my games, most of the time.

Sometimes we fight.

He says that my games are not fair.

In math, I learned that the definition of “a fair game” is that everyone has the same chance of winning.

Therefore, my games are fair.

Sometimes he makes rules on his turn that makes him win immediately.

That’s not fair to me.

When I make a new rule, I do it on his turn to make sure that it’s fair.

After we fight, we get separated and video games are taken away.

But, we usually start playing together again after a few minutes.

We really like playing together, even if we sometimes fight.

Day before School Starts


The day before school starts, sixth graders get to go to the school to visit and meet some eighth grade student leaders.

This is a good idea so we can get to know a little about the school before we start.

My friends say they are all so nervous about being in sixth grade.

I am just relieved that my summer is almost over.

The group I was assigned to was nice.

We played games.

We had competitions.

I didn’t get too stressed out, although I sometimes feel really bad when I don’t win at a game I’m playing.

It got a little too loud some times, but I just covered my ears.

I’m much better than I was about loud noises and crowds.

The best part of the day was when I got to meet my new social skills teacher: Mr. Roy.

He was very nice and told me that he liked video games.

He told that he likes to play chess.

I like to play chess!

That is so interesting that someone I just met likes to do something I like to do.

I can’t wait to start school on Monday.

It will be good to be learning math again.

One Last Vacation


We took one more vacation to see my uncle, aunt, and three cousins, with just my mom and sister, to Tulsa, Oklahoma.

When we got there, I was allowed to play video games right away with my cousin who is ten.

We like a lot of the same things.

Except for when she showed me a picture on her mom’s iPad of a boy going to the bathroom.

I didn’t think that was right.

I went downstairs to tell my mom.

“Mom, I think that Nancy showed me something that I wasn’t supposed to see.”

Mom asked me what it was.

I told her what it was because I always tell my mom the truth.

I do this because it is important to tell people the truth.

People can be upset or confused when someone lies to them.

My mom did not get mad at me.

She said it was the right thing to do, to tell her.

It was not something I should be seeing.

She shared that Nancy might not like that I told on her.

She said that she might not want to play with me for a little bit.

But, that didn’t mean that what I did was wrong or that I should not have done it.

That is how people feel when they “get caught” – embarrassed.

Nancy didn’t get too mad at me, that I could tell, anyway.

My family in Oklahoma has a really cool pool.

Nancy and I played “monkey in the middle” in the pool with a splash ball.

Sometimes my sister, mom, and uncle played.

Other times, no one wanted to play and that made me feel frustrated.

My uncle is sometimes sarcastic with me.

I know that sarcasm can be funny.

It is funny on the “Big Bang Theory.”

Some people say that I remind them of a young “Sheldon.”

Once, for Halloween, I dressed up as Sheldon, dressing up as The Flash.

That was funny.

Sometimes, sarcasm can be mean.

Like with kids at school.

One time, my mom said to me, “Thanks for cleaning up,” and I thought she was being sarcastic.

She said she wasn’t and that I hurt her feelings a little bit.

I’m not sure why her feelings were hurt.

I just said that I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic.

When my uncle is being sarcastic, he is trying to be funny.

I definitely don’t get his jokes.

It sort of feels like he is making fun of me.

My mom says that he loves me, but doesn’t quite understand me because we don’t see him very much.

I guess we don’t understand each other, then.

Summer Reading


I have two summer reading lists.

One is from my sixth grade Language Arts teacher.

These are Battle Books.

I don’t know how that works yet.

Some of the books I’ve read already.

They are great books.

Other books, I haven’t read yet.

The other list is from my gifted seminar teacher.

These books are on an award list.

If I read ten, I can vote and get pizza.

Teachers like to give pizza to kids for a lot of things, especially reading.

I don’t have to read all of the books if I don’t like the topic.

Like books about sports.

I really liked the book, Ungifted.

It was funny.

I also liked Stolen into Slavery.

It was not funny at all.

I didn’t know that someone who was free could be kidnapped and made to be a slave.

That is so unfair.

The one that I had read before, my mom had gotten me in fifth grade: Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library.

The puzzles in the book were very cool.

The February 20, 2015 part hadn’t happened yet.

That was very funny.

I also liked Ghost Hawk.

It was not funny.

I learned a lot from this book about things I did not know before, like what it was like to live in 1620 and be an American Indian.

I felt like it was an important book to read.

Thankfully, I do not have to write anything about the books I read for my sixth grade Language Arts teacher.

We will just have a competition during the year.

For seminar, when I finish a book, my teacher emails me a question.

I really do not like to answer questions that are not easy to find in the book.

Like, how did the main character in Wake Up Missing change from the beginning to the end of the book?

How am I supposed to know the answer to that?

The book never said.

So, I started looking in the front of the book for the answer.

I got very frustrated.

It didn’t say anything there.

I also looked in the back of the book.

It wasn’t there either.

My mom asked me what the character was like in the beginning of the book.

I don’t even know what that question means?

She was a girl.

That didn’t change.

My mom eventually explained that the question was asking how her personality was different because of the experiences she had been through, by the end of the book.

I don’t know if my answer was right.

I was able to talk about a little bit of a change.

I wish teachers would not ask such hard questions.

They make me like reading a little bit less because I start to worry about what questions I will need to answer after I am finished.

Boredom and Games

When I am bored, I play games.

Most of the time they are video games.

I only have a certain amount of time each day to play video games.

It’s my “screen time.”

When we travel, I get lots of screen time.

When we are at home, if my parents are busy, I get lots of screen time.

At other times, I ask to play video games, and my parents get very angry.

When I do something wrong, my punishment is almost always to lose video games.

I get very upset when this happens.

I feel so stupid for doing something wrong.

I hate that my parents can take away the thing I like best.

I don’t think it’s fair.

It’s not showing me understanding like they ask me to show my dad and brother, who I love, but who are also the one who give me the hardest times.

When I am not allowed to play video games, which I’m very good at, I play board games.

That rhymes with bored.

I am bored when I play board games.

Get it?

But I’m not really bored by some games.

I make up my own games.

Here is one of many games that I’ve made up:


Sometimes, my brother thinks my games are very fun.

Other times, like when I ask to play my game “Island Chess,” which is a game with multiple chess boards, bridges, and boats, he says that the game is too hard to understand, or that I’m cheating.

I don’t cheat.

I don’t lie.

A lot of people tell me they don’t understand the rules of my games though.

I guess they just don’t see it the way that I do in my head.



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My school gives us an email account.

My friends from fifth grade have been emailing me throughout the summer.

“What have you been doing?”

“Have you seen anyone?”

I wrote that I saw Johnny and Jimmy.

Summer has been a little boring, so I don’t know what else to write.

I have to “think of the other person” and “ask them a question about themselves.”

So I do.

And my friends write back.

Sarah shares about what her brother has been researching: Solar freakin’ roadways.

I think that freakin’ is a bad word.

I hope I don’t get into trouble for reading it.

I wonder if I should tell her to tell her brother that he shouldn’t use that word.

The video is interesting, though.

A good idea.

I like how Sarah wants to change the world.

I’m glad that she’s my friend.

Jimmy emails too.

He asks me what I ate for dinner.

I tell him, but he never writes back.

I’m not sure why he asked.

I’m not sure why he didn’t write back either.

I even asked him about his summer.