A Light? No Way.

Tonight I had an episode of spitting out my brownie a la mode, after laughing at some absurd remark by someone. We were at Chickfila, attempting to study for an exam tomorrow. SO, Madi freaked out and said "Oh, No!!! Your laptop!" and grabbed an unneccesary amount of napkins as I sat there, thinking it was just drops on the screen. It was "no biggy." I wiped it off, leaving marks to show the evidence. When I got home I decided to clean my laptop with some good ol' windex. I turned the computer off and proceeded to wipe with an old tattered sock from the rag bag. It was much to my surprise when I turned on my laptop, about one week new, and found that there were miraculous lights. There were lights beaming from the mouse touch pad, the Satellite logo, and the touch pad directly above the keyboard. I know that no one cares, nor knows what I am saying, but it was weird. I sat there, staring, for a good two minutes wondering what had happened. Had I just witnessed some kind of light from above, or had I simply wiped a key that turned the light on? I think I'll go with the second option.

That seems more practical.

Yep.

Crazy Life at the Moment

Don't you just hate when life literally just feels as though it is flying by? Freak, this month has been so crazy that I have hardly had the chance to blog. Currently I should be writing an essay, but, I think I'll procrastinate that for tomorrow. I'd rather be blogging - for no reason at all - anyway.

Why is my life so crazy right now, might you ask?

For one) Math is crazy and I have my final test this WEDNESDAY. yikes. Why am I not doing my math right now? Beats me.
For two) Dance Company has to be doing Sadies stuff in the busiest of all weeks.
For three) I have two essays due tomorrow.
For three) I have to finish reading my long english book by this Thursday, and might I say, that I am only on chapter seven or eight.
For four) Deciding where to go to college and how to even get there.
For five) I'm blogging right now, not doing my homework.
For six) I am almost an adult. Like, really.



okay, I think I got everything for now.

Poem

I had to write this poem for my writing class, so I decided to put it on here.


I Am poem
I am from an imagination-filled sandbox,
from floral dresses and ninnyhammers.
I am from the achievement-covered fridge
and the dust atop the untouched piano.
I am from the un-watered plants in the kitchen,
whose dead leaves fall, shriveled and uncared for.

I am from holiday decals and empty band aid boxes,
from Decatur and Marguerite.
I am from old-fashioned chivalry and decadent smirks,
from egotistical food-grabs and smart remarks.

I am from thought-out prayers,
rice pudding and best cake,
fresh out of the oven.
I am from the sound of a child being struck by a car,
and from a sweet mother,
killed in a fatal accident.

In the dark of the cold basement,
was a dress-up box filled with memories,
costumes, that I then, wiggled on my small child body.
I am from the moments abiding in laughter-filled rooms,
aside that dusty, untouched piano.

Children

Children are literally so great. They are so carefree and wonderful to be around. I know, and have known for a while now that I want to go into the field of elementary education. I decided this some time ago.

Recently I have been helping in the preschool at my high school. This has made me so excited to become a teacher. Little kids are so great. Who would want to spend their day with boring adults when you can be with loving little children. They love you no matter what. They make your day great, even if it has started out bad. I really can't wait to have a class of my own.


so exciting.

A Just Had to Blog Post

So, I guess I could say that I haven't written on here for a while. Okay, so maybe it hasn't been that long. But still, I have some updates. So, here goes. The electronics in my life have not been cooperating. My phone semi-died last Thursday. I have no idea what happened. I just took it out of my pocket and there were lines all over it, as if it had been dropped. I swear, I didn't do anything. Long story short, I took it in and they can't replace it. Madi, my kind and giving friend, is letting me have her old phone because of the fact that she is getting a new one. Relief!

Next, my two week old (TWO WEEK OLD) laptop froze up on me last week. LONG STORY SHORT... they were going to fix it and make me wait two months. Then my dear mother called to complain and they gave in (might I add that she always gets her way) and said it was the mother board and that I could just get a whole different laptop. I decided to go with a different brand and everything. Relief, also! Thank you, Best Buy. Oh, and thank you, mother!

Those are my electronic issues for the week. Now that they are solved, I MUST move on to something more important. Farcical, I know. It's called math. That four letter word that some people refuse to mutter. That word that people refuse to think is going to "help them out a lot in life."

I must say, I used to have a little niche in the math world, until, I got into a thing called college math. Then, it just became evil and daunting in so many ways.



that'sallfortoday.

Scariest Thing Happened

Last night. It was my mom, Ash, Patty, and I. We were driving over to my grandparents' house. As we were driving, we saw a shadow of someone walking in the road, not too far ahead of us. We slowed down, being cautious not to hit him. As we got close to him, we could tell that he was VERY drunk. He could hardly walk across the street. We sat there watching him make his was to the other side, which took him some time. Then we noticed that there was a car coming on the right-hand side of the road, right towards the man who was currently stopped in the road. The car got closer, and you could tell that they couldn't see the man, as it was very dark. They were going to hit him! We braced ourselves as we watched this horrific scene. My mom and I looked away right as the man was hit. When we looked up, the man was lying on the ground. He had wet his pants. The man started to move and get up. Right as he got up, the lady in the car drove away, drove away! We had no idea what to do. We started to drive away. Ashley and Patrick were freaking out and crying. They didn't want to help him for whatever reason. I guess they were just scared because he was drunk. As we got farther, I just couldn't live with myself for not helping the man. I insisted that we go back. We drove back as we looked for him. We found him and just pulled over close to where he was walking. He started to go back into the road. He got really close to the right-hand turn lane and then fell right down on the road. He couldn't get up. My mom quickly called the police, told them where we were and they came. The got the man and looked him over. They had to ask us about all that we had witnessed. Then, they told us we could leave. It was really sad and scary. I feel better that we went to help him.

Math: The Epitome of my Death

No, really, I am pretty good when it comes to math. Like last year, I did great. However, I had an amazing teacher. Then I came upon this thing called a COLLEGE class (yes, I said it), in which that involves math (of course); I am not doing so hot. I'd like to say that I understand everything and that I will pass this class with an A plus, but, that would probably be considered lying. I'm not really one that likes to lie. So, here I am, telling the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Okay, so today I got a pretty good score on my test that we recently took. THAT gave me hope, right there.

I'm mostly just worried because they (all those people that say it, really there's only a couple) said it would only get harder. I can't fail. I won't fail.

Well, now that I got all that stress out, I should probably go do that one thing.

MATH.


math: the epitome of my death (and yours too)