The End

It's finally here!! Only fourteen more days of school left until we're free to run wild. Well almost free. It's been a long year. It's about the time to start deciding what I'm going to do next year. What classes I'm going to take in high school, how much dance I'll be doing, what kind of dance I'll be doing, should I try out for the school musical, plus I've been asked to be the writing editor for the school yearbook staff next year and we'll be starting a school newspaper that I'll be in charge of editing as well. There's so much to decide. This is starting to sound like the christmas letters my mom sends out every year, but hopefully I get around to what I'm trying to write. Between all the drama, stress, heart break, and all the good times, it's been an interesting year. Eighth grade is not as fun as it sounds and I'm anxious to see if ninth grade will be any better. People always say that high school was the best three or four years of their life, and i'm hoping that it will be that way for me too. Hang in there for the last two weeks. It's almost over. :)

America the Beautiful

America is the land of opportunity. Lately it seems like it's the land of the choice between McDonald's or sitting at a desk, working nine to five for decent health insurance and enough money to provide basic necessities for growing families. When did society decide that money, fame, big houses, fancy cars, and perfect clothes was the base of humanity? You can't change the channel on t.v without seeing something telling you that you will not be happy or have a good life till you buy something or go somewhere. I now know what Miley Cyrus got for her sixteenth birthday (a little, white puppy named Sophie) and all about the Chris Brown and Rihanna argument. I could have gone my whole life without knowing that. America used to be based on free will, happiness, new opportunities, unity, and hard work. That's how our Founding Father's established it. Now it completely revolves around money. You can't get anywhere in this country without money. I wrote a whole paper on this in my U.S. History class. The more i researched and wrote, the more I realized what a turn our country has made. Maybe this economy will correct itself, maybe it won't. Who really knows? Until then, all we can do is hope to learn enough and find a way to do our part to help our country. Maybe this is too advanced for me to talk about or people don't want to hear about the "old ways", but I think people need to realize the kind of problems we're doomed for. America was founded for the people, by the people. Let's try and keep it alive for those who created it for us.

The Feelings of Being Replaced

Have you ever had a moment where something you did just wasn't good enough? Everyone tells you how wonderful it is, you build up your confidence and take it to the one person who's opinion really matters only to find out that your best just wasn't perfect. You try. You work hard. You improve and learn then take what you learned and make it better, but when the time comes there is always someone who did it better. Sometimes that someone is a person who never had experience in your specific area but is the boss' "golden boy" and your out of the job. Everything you did no longer seems worthwhile. You watch as your hopes and dreams erode away and everything you worked so hard for dissapears. You can no longer see it in your future. You start to face the fact that it wasn't meant to be. Someone else was there to raise the bar higher and you just couldn't make it. You tried your best and you ended up replaced. What's worse than facing this yourself is having the "big man" tell you herself. Maybe it wasn't to you directly, but when your with a group of 3 other girls and she comes and says "I don't know how to say this without it being a little offensive but please try not to take it that way. I don't mean it like that at all. I just think that some of you are good at what you do, but not good enough to be an editor and teach people how to become master's in that area," you can't help but hurt a little. I thought I was doing it right. I thought I was doing it well. But I guess I was wrong. What do I do now? Is there anything I can do? Or have I failed? What more is there for me now that I no longer have what I wanted?

My Inconvenient Truth

For a while now I have been revealing to people that I am officially five feet one inch. Recently I have discovered that that is not true. Apparently, one of my friends just got measured in her health class and is 5'1" but she's taller than me. My little sister, however, is 4'11" and I am still a little taller than her which means I am about five feet tall. I put my bridesmaids dress on from my dad's wedding two years ago and it has not changed in size. It still fits me exactly the same way it did two years ago. So, sadly, I had to come to the realization that I have not grown since I was 12. I will be very space efficient for the rest of my life. I think I'm OK with that though. It'll be fun to be the shortest in my family (1 sister who's 11, 3 step sisters who are 18, 15, and 13, and a little half brother who's 5 but destined to be about six feet tall) even though I'm the third oldest and middle child. I can be small. My friends and I have decided that I am fun size. They range from King Size to Snack Size and I'm the smallest one. Lucky me.

Single Awareness Day

Other wise known as Valentines Day, Single Awareness Day has become a national holiday represented by candy, roses, and Hallmark cards. SAD is nothing but a reminder to those who have no husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, etc. and when represented in the media creates an unrealistic fantasy of how life should be; amazing, dresses with diamonds and men all dressed up like Prince Charming, sitting in a nice, romantic restaurant with expensive food and plenty of flowers when in general, girls are delivered flowers while their husbands are at work and sometimes taken to a movie or out to dinner. Have you really ever celebrated a Hollywood SAD? And you may notice that the abbreviation for Single Awareness Day is SAD. *Coincidence? I think not!! Hallmark should stop creating Holidays such as Valentines Day, St. Patricks Day, Grandparents Day (did you know that's a real holiday?), etc. to try and take young people hostage and sell more cards. It's not all about money. Why do we need a holiday to spontaneously suprise someone and tell them you love them? Think about it.


*phrase taken from The Incredibles created by Disney/Pixar

All That and a Bag of Chips

So today in my english class, I was sitting with some of my best buddies and we decided to come up with a rap song about our Hall Nazi that "roams and protects" our school hallways. It is the funniest thing. One of the girls is black, she is the heart and soul of our new rap group. The other four of us are white. I'm not trying to be racist but that's just what we are. So we made up an entire song and we have a beat, some "fly" words and some serious gangsta (haha) attitude. All four of us "white girls" are now said to be "the blackest white girls ever seen." I don't know how many of ya'll can rap but you should try it sometime. I'd put the lyrics down but i don't want anyone stealing the proof of our genius-ness. So the rest of the day, we walked around with popped collars, hoods on, and a true gangster walk. We got in trouble for having our hoods up but it was sooooooooooo much fun. Our new favorite words and/or phrases are now holla!, We so fly!, Tell it to your mama!, and word. I love being weird.

Gym Class. . .AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have gym third period this year. It just started today with the beginning of the semester. I hate it. Last year i got a b+ but i was injured for most of the class so it's understandable. This year i'm hoping to get a note from my physical therapy considering the extent of my condition. But then i have to do writing assignments. They aren't that bad though...i think i'll survive. It was so funny watching all the new little sevies' start their first gym class they have to dress out for (no offense to my seventh grade friends or anything). A lot of the little seventh graders had the look of death on their face. It's really not that bad...i'm just lazy and don't like to do anything. I will leave out all of my horror stories from the girls locker room that involve a girl who is now my ex-best friend and a cheerleader this year (gag). Don't ask about them. They are probably the worst that anyone has ever seen or heard of...maybe not. They're not THAT bad, but they ain't pretty. I do happen do have gym with some of my favorite people ever. But then again. . .there is that one kid. I'm not a big fan of him..........