What We Take For Granted

Work, school, taking care of the kids, friends, family, the whole whirlwind of life that we are in and all of the problems we have, they’re not as bad as it gets. Just by reading this I’m 99% sure that almost all of the problems you face are first world problems, and you treat them as if the world will collapse if things don’t work out in your favor.

Thanksgiving is on the way for all you Americans, and we shouldn’t just say thank you for my family, friends, money, a house, ect. Those are perfectly fine and wonderful things to be thankful for, but, maybe we should also say thanks that we have hands, and we can walk and talk, express ourselves, be human and learn and live mistakes. Just say thank you that you’re not facing starvation, or a water drought. You have a roof over your head (even if its Starbucks or a hotel), you have food to eat, and you have people that love you.

This Thanksgiving, say thank you for the simple things of life, the things we often take for granted. Say thanks that you were not effected by Hurricane sandy. If you were effected by Hurricane Sandy, say thanks that you still have your friends and family, and that you know that one way or another you are going to make it through.

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My Rained Parade

Yesterday was one of those days where almost everything that could go wrong did go wrong. What did I ever do to upset whatever deity is out there? Nothing (I think), all I’ve done is try to be a wonderful teenage girl. But no, the world just had to say, “I’m about to give you a million problems all at once.” The world is just lovely isn’t it?

Here’s what happened (OMG!! I just sounded like Monk! To all you Monk friends out there). In English my teacher handed out our essays back and I was really anxious to see what I got because I really hate her (my English teacher, the first and only teacher that I don’t like) and I’ve been having a hard time in her class. Well, at the end of my essay, where she writes her comments, she said, “come see me after class. You got off topic from your thesis and I would hope that in an essay like this you would use more quotations. We’ll decide your grade then.” Isn’t that peachy? So I go to talk to her and she says, “I know you’re going through a learning curve, and your trying to get used to the high standards that this school has and your old schools didn’t have.” Okay, so my old schools weren’t as demanding as this one, but I loved them, so please don’t put them down. “I’m going to let you rewrite your thesis, topic sentences and the concluding paragraph and I hope that brings your grade up.” …bring my grade up from what? You never gave me an original grade. Actually, she’s being really nice (in her own really awkward way) by letting me get points back. I’m guessing this means she likes me, but shes not helping me either. Like showing me how to make my essay better would have been helping me. So that was the first disaster (grades are really important to me, so yeah it was a disaster, especially since all my friends got A’s and I had to say, “I did pretty good” because really, what else am I supposed to say? Something like, “Yeah, your favorite teacher, well she won’t even give mine a grade because she thought I’m going through a learning curve.” …that wouldn’t go over well.) Then I went to crew practice, and because our school is really safe, I left my things in front of my locker like all the other girls. My backpack was gone. My sports back was still there. So I ran around the school trying to find it and asking people. Then I went outside (I was getting pretty desperate) and there it was, outside in the freezing cold with some of the zippers open. It had been out there awhile because my laptop which had been inside was frozen, but thankfully nothing was missing. So I’m now trying to figure who doesn’t like me enough, to do that. I know some people don’t like me because not everyone always likes you… I just don’t know who yet. Then the third and final disaster. While I was running around I went passed my mailbox (where people can put stuff in there for you, everyone has their own) and there was a graded paper from Spanish. I only glanced at it because it was so bad, but I’m pretty sure it was a C or below… at the end of last quarter I barely scraped and A. I’m expected to get all A’s… even if it didn’t happen last quarter and I had a breakdown about it.

So yes, lovely day right? I spent the rest of the night doing homework, and barely slept because I’m now really stressed. I have circles under my eyes and I’ve been told by three people I look like crap. I never look like crap. Now I have to face the world and make it through. I would say, at least I can sleep in and spend tomorrow free. Nope. I have a practice ACT tomorrow morning and then I promised my friend I would go to the school play where she finally got a part and it’s really important to her. Sunday, I might be able to get out of going to church and being able to sleep if I look like I’m dead, which is very possible. Thanksgiving, please come soon.

Hope everyone’s day will go better than my yesterday. 🙂

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The High School Years

Whether your high school was public or private, co-ed or single sex, top in the county or a fail-factory, your high school years was (or is if you still are in high school like me) some of your most memorable years. They were the days of drama over who is going out with the football team quarterback, and picking on the school nerd (I’m so sorry if you were/are that person and know that I’ve been told I have a pretty good listening ear for those who need it). One of the biggest dramas I have found in my sophomore year of high school this year is life balance. My day’s are jam packed with homework, sports and activities and I’m counting the days until I leave for Atlanta for Thanksgiving break. The only reason I have time to even write this blog is because I like to procrastinate on my homework and squeeze this in before school, break/snack time, and lunch. Here’s what a typical day for me looks like:

6am- wake up

7am- leave for school

7:15-8am- study in the library (aka: blog!)

8-3:30pm- school

3:45-5:30pm- crew training (I’m extremely sore from yesterdays practice and I have a crazy one later today)

6:30pm- get home

6:45pm- shower

7pm- dinner

7:30-12am- homework

…then do it all over again… 5 times a week…

Its pretty crazy, especially when an A+ paper at your old school is now a B or B- paper… talk about raising the expectations. But really looking at my life though, I have some great friends (even if they aren’t all on the same continent and I really wish it hasn’t been 3 years since I last saw them), a wonderful family, and a great school. Right now, as a teenage girl, I can easily say that I have everything I want (even if I am single, I am currently cherishing that fact, I had bad first boyfriend drama that ended last May). Sometimes, I really envy my dad because he comes home from work and he just sits on the couch and watches that crazy guy that talks about the stock market and then watches some golf channels, eats chips, helps me with my homework and that’s it.  Me, a student, my night is all homework. My mom who is a teacher, her night is grading papers… although she watched TV while she does it… I’m not allowed >_< .

Well, I have a lab report to write, and class is starting soon. Please leave a comment, like, follow. Just tell me what you think, it will really mean the world to me. (And I can not do my lab report as I read what you have to say) ❤

They Risk Their Lives For You, Can You Say 2 Little Words?

So I’m a military brat. My dad is in the military, and so was my grandfather, and some great uncle, and just about every generation for about forever. Actually, before I continue, let me just put it out there that I am not planning on joining the military, I love it, but its just so not for me. Anyways, so today is the day that we honor our nations heroes and those that have served. Government workers get today off, but why don’t schools? Back when I was at a DoDEA (Department of Defense Education Activity) school, every veterans day we would have a flag ceremony and assembly to say thanks to our parents that serve in the military, and our teachers (many of them are veterans themselves). Veterans day was a pretty big deal. So now I’m at a private school and we had a moment of silence as we walked out of the auditorium after assembly. Meaning, get out of earshot of the teachers and start talking. Actually, I’ve got to give them some credit, they were more respectful than I would have thought, but I personally don’t think that this day was truly celebrated to its full potential. My mom is a teacher at an international school close by, and she was complaining last night that the school doesn’t even have an American flag anywhere. Sure, they’re an international school, not American, they’re aren’t obligated to have one, but isn’t the United States their host country? Shouldn’t they show some form of thanks? The school hasn’t even mentioned Veterans Day yet. My mom obviously will talk to her students about it, she’s pretty passionate about this topic.

Maybe its because of my military background that makes me give more respect to our nations heroes than my peers and most others, but Veterans Day is a holiday. It’s only one day a year to just say thank you show a little respect. Even if you don’t agree with war and you didn’t ask them to go and fight for your freedom, they still go out there and fight. They risk their lives, can you risk two words?

Who Am I?

So, like I said in my last post, I’m totally new to blogging, and I only read a couple of blogs before writing this, just to get a feel of the do’s and dont’s. I still have no clue as to how I’m supposed to do this. But anyways, I feel like I should let you (if anybody ever actually finds my blog interesting) a little bit about myself.

So, I’m an only child and I’ve lived in more places than I care to remember. Actually, that’s not true, every place I’ve lived means something special to me, and they’re memories I would never give up. So, I’ve been living here (I’m not going to tell you where here is… its the internet and I really would rather not have some creep try to stalk me) for a little over a year now. Last year was an… interesting year, I had my first boyfriend which went completely wrong, and the school was not at all what I expected (it was a co-ed catholic school, but I don’t think anyone other than the nuns held any morals at all). So I transferred schools for my 10th grade and I’m now going to an all-girls college prep school. The school cost around 32,000 a year. I know what you’re thinking, “wow, that must be a rich snooty girl school where all the girls are like Regina George from Mean Girls”. If you’re thoughts are something like that, let me just tell you you’re dead wrong. The girls at my new school are actually what inspired me to write this blog. They’re great girls, and some of them are even on a full scholarship, and the public schools they would’ve gone to are failing schools where they would have gotten little to no education. The school is really into charity and helping the community, and all the girls love it.

But anyways, back to me (wow, that sounds really bitchy… not how I wanted that to sound). I don’t really know what else to say about me. Well, I love reading and I just bought a 1928 copy of Morte D’Arthur, and if I didn’t have a vocab quiz tomorrow or a really strong need to start this blog up, I would be reading it right now. I love drawing, and I’m actually pretty good. Well, pretty good as long as I’m not drawing people. I can draw anything to almost an exact copy, horses, flowers, dogs, landscapes, but people… I think I’ve seen stick figures that look more appealing. I’m 15, and I’m currently in the process of convincing my parents to let me get my permit and I’m a huge 80’s fan. Not that I don’t love the top 40 countdown on the radio, but nothing beats the 80’s.

So yeah, that’s me. Nothing too special. I’m going to try to post at least twice a week, but it’ll probably be more depending on my homework load. I’m going to really try to make this blog work, so leave comments, questions, feedback, even if its “you’re such an idiot to think you can write a blog” or “…you’re just a little rich girl crying that she didn’t get the new shoes she wanted.” I don’t really care, I just want to see what you think. Thanks. ❤

Welcome to my World

So, let me start off by telling you why I’m starting this blog. The world is full of judgmental people, and it’s not their fault, its human nature to judge someone before you really get to know them, but that doesn’t mean that you have to continue judging them the same way after you find out who they really are. And with almost everyone I know, they’ve always prejudged me as a rich bitch before I’ve said a word, or even looked their way. I’ve become good friends with some of the people that once called me a rich bitch, and they always say that their first impression was far from accurate. (Okay, that sounds really whiny. Not how I wanted it to come out)

I’m an upper-middle class girl, never had any real problems (no food, no money, debt ect.), but just because I don’t have those problems doesn’t mean that my life is perfect. In all honesty, I hate that word, perfect. Perfection is something that you will always aim for and never achieve. Everyone knows that, at least, I hope they do. But, I have my own problems that I’m struggling with, like getting my GPA up, adjusting to a new school (I’m a military brat), friends, weight (I have yet to reach my ideal weight), and getting a drivers license.

But really, I’m just here as a kind of… self experimentation. Just writing about the world the way I see it. My life with the ups and downs, and the crazy world that we all live in. I don’t expect this blog to really catch on, although if it did that would be great. Luv you all! 😀