Friday, January 23, 2009
January Twenty Third, Two Thousand Nine.
The new semester has arrived and I am quite content with the classes I am now in. Only two classes have been changed however the two that have replaced them are just as fun (if not better) than the ones I took previously. One of those new classes is Teen Living. Teen Living is basically a class where the teacher informs us of all the different experiences and emotions we might encounter while in our teen years. Since the beginning of the new term was on Wednesday, the disclosure was passed out and explained yesterday, today we actually began our first lesson. It went something like this:
I scuffled into the classroom. Of course I was almost late, however, I figured that If I was asked for an excuse as to why I was late I would simply reply “Well, I had to walk all the way here from the other side of the school.” Whether she would excuse my absence or not was unknown to me, but I really didn’t care. I found my seat and placed my binder and copy of Great Expectations (by Charles Dickens) on the desk and sat down. My gaze wandered across the classroom and I found some of the smiling faces of my friends that I shared the class with. Our teacher cleared her throat and took role. After doing so she walked to one of her mysterious cupboards and pulled out two tins of Chips Ahoy cookies. I could feel the ecstatic vibes that seemed to flow off from my classmates around me.
“Well class,” She said while handing out cookies (two to a person) and a sheet of paper, “I would like you to compare yourself to these cookies.” Of course the class gave her very questionable looks. When she was done passing out the treats she again cleared her throat and explained in detail. “Upon this paper I have handed out to you I want you to think of eight ways that teenagers are like cookies.” Of course this statement got about as much of a reaction as the first. Again I glanced around at my peers and saw confusion and frustration on many of their faces. I grabbed a pencil from the pouch within my binder and began to scribble down my answers.
The time came when she called for attention and asked us all to give her a few answers as to why we think teenagers are like cookies. She called upon this especially annoying boy and he replied, “How can teenagers be like cookies? Cookies don’t have legs!” Of course this response got a few chuckles but for the most part it was a pretty lame statement. With a sigh I rose my hand and the teacher glanced at me; she looked as if she was surprised to see me participate. After a moment she called on me to give her an answer. With a confident voice I looked at the cookies that were laid upon a napkin before me, and then looked proudly at the teacher, “Different sorts of ingredients create different kinds of cookies, this can be compared to the scenarios that teenagers experience in their life. It also creates a different teenager.” In awe the teacher congratulated me because of my deep answer, and you could clearly see my classmates turn purple with jealousy.
Now I am reflecting upon my answer again and I am actually praising myself for such a good answer, because it is such a good one. Some kids are born in different environments, with different opportunities, with both parents, one parent, or even sometimes with no parents. The things that occurred in our early lives created the present product: who we are. No two of us teenagers are the same, and no two cookies are the same. You can go buy a package of cookies at the store and they won’t be perfect; they could be overcooked, broken, ingredients left out, or many other uncountable mishaps could occur. My ingredients weren’t especially chosen, and the conditions of which I were “baked” were not superior compared to any of my peers, however, I did turn out to be a splendid cookie. Even though I’m not perfect.
I scuffled into the classroom. Of course I was almost late, however, I figured that If I was asked for an excuse as to why I was late I would simply reply “Well, I had to walk all the way here from the other side of the school.” Whether she would excuse my absence or not was unknown to me, but I really didn’t care. I found my seat and placed my binder and copy of Great Expectations (by Charles Dickens) on the desk and sat down. My gaze wandered across the classroom and I found some of the smiling faces of my friends that I shared the class with. Our teacher cleared her throat and took role. After doing so she walked to one of her mysterious cupboards and pulled out two tins of Chips Ahoy cookies. I could feel the ecstatic vibes that seemed to flow off from my classmates around me.
“Well class,” She said while handing out cookies (two to a person) and a sheet of paper, “I would like you to compare yourself to these cookies.” Of course the class gave her very questionable looks. When she was done passing out the treats she again cleared her throat and explained in detail. “Upon this paper I have handed out to you I want you to think of eight ways that teenagers are like cookies.” Of course this statement got about as much of a reaction as the first. Again I glanced around at my peers and saw confusion and frustration on many of their faces. I grabbed a pencil from the pouch within my binder and began to scribble down my answers.
The time came when she called for attention and asked us all to give her a few answers as to why we think teenagers are like cookies. She called upon this especially annoying boy and he replied, “How can teenagers be like cookies? Cookies don’t have legs!” Of course this response got a few chuckles but for the most part it was a pretty lame statement. With a sigh I rose my hand and the teacher glanced at me; she looked as if she was surprised to see me participate. After a moment she called on me to give her an answer. With a confident voice I looked at the cookies that were laid upon a napkin before me, and then looked proudly at the teacher, “Different sorts of ingredients create different kinds of cookies, this can be compared to the scenarios that teenagers experience in their life. It also creates a different teenager.” In awe the teacher congratulated me because of my deep answer, and you could clearly see my classmates turn purple with jealousy.
Now I am reflecting upon my answer again and I am actually praising myself for such a good answer, because it is such a good one. Some kids are born in different environments, with different opportunities, with both parents, one parent, or even sometimes with no parents. The things that occurred in our early lives created the present product: who we are. No two of us teenagers are the same, and no two cookies are the same. You can go buy a package of cookies at the store and they won’t be perfect; they could be overcooked, broken, ingredients left out, or many other uncountable mishaps could occur. My ingredients weren’t especially chosen, and the conditions of which I were “baked” were not superior compared to any of my peers, however, I did turn out to be a splendid cookie. Even though I’m not perfect.
Labels: Cookies, friendship, january 23 2009, teen living, teenagers, trials
--Cloud Envy.
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Friday, January 16, 2009
January Sixteenth, Two Thousand and Nine.
From a young age I’ve always thought of myself as different. I’ve considered myself to have an advantage over people; without ever knowing what the advantage is exactly. Maybe it is just a form of arrogance, and I’m subconsciously deeming myself superior compared to my peers. I have high expectations of my future when it comes to school, work, and the relationships I share with people; however, I have always had these expectations. Though at times I have strayed from the path, the goals were always in mind.
In elementary I strived to have good grades mostly because my dad and grandfather would pay me, however when asked what I was going to have as a career I would reply “Anything that makes a lot of money!” When my grades began to fall my reply would be the same. No matter what the person thought, or what their comments tried to enrage within me I would keep a level headed calmness, and confidence. Seventh and Eighth grade did not go so well. Since arriving in Seventh grade I had friends that were grades ahead of me; when I asked them for advice about surviving junior high they would reply “Well, nothing really counts until ninth grade.” So my grades dropped and I didn’t care much about it; I figured that it really didn’t count until ninth grade, but I was wrong. Now that I am in ninth grade it is evident that my old habits did not carry on with me into this school year, and I am extremely successful and proficient with my school work and informational intake. I only hope that I continue to do well in school so that I will have a high income job that I enjoy.
A job, well what can I say? The idea of getting (or maintaining) one scares me! Not because I think it will be hard for me to do, but because I fear that I could not be performing my best while having the job. I am a perfectionist (as I’ve explained mannyyy times before) and because of that I always evaluate the things I do and what others do, so that my comparison is accurate that I can be better than them. Early in my life I realized that life is based on competition between schools, companies, governments and etc. As humans we are constantly trying to outdo each other, so in order to do well in life you must be able to adapt quickly and in an orderly fashion. I am interested in Technology and Artistic subjects. I have not definitely decided what sort of job I want to have but what I know is this: 1) It must involved Technology and Art. 2) I want to enjoy it. 3) I want to get paid a lot to do it. You might be thinking, “Well, that’s all fine and dandy but your expectations are too high.” And they might be, however I am sure that there is a perfect job out there for me and I will not settle for anything less than that perfect job. Now, my education and future career are constantly nagging at my brain, but there is also the matter of my social well being.
I have never been very choosy about the friends I have, they must simply pass of the criteria of: being trustworthy, kind, and vibrant; lately however there has been an addition to the criteria and that is they must be positive. I am easily affected by the people’s moods around me and because of this I experience constant mood swings. I have been unable to change that quality in myself and so I took advantage of my life and decided to apply it to others. Although the basic criteria seems simple, the four subjects that are enlisted fall into different categories when applied to different scenarios and my ruling does not change (no matter the situation); I am firm and set with the expectations I have of those I choose to call my friends. I’ve decided that no matter who I choose to be my friends I mustn’t let them keep me down, because although I’d like to drag them with me their values are probably different and chances are we’re heading in two different directions.
It can be said that I have a head on my shoulders and I know just what I’m going to do with my life, this is partially true. All I can say is my future is undetermined, but completely decided.
In elementary I strived to have good grades mostly because my dad and grandfather would pay me, however when asked what I was going to have as a career I would reply “Anything that makes a lot of money!” When my grades began to fall my reply would be the same. No matter what the person thought, or what their comments tried to enrage within me I would keep a level headed calmness, and confidence. Seventh and Eighth grade did not go so well. Since arriving in Seventh grade I had friends that were grades ahead of me; when I asked them for advice about surviving junior high they would reply “Well, nothing really counts until ninth grade.” So my grades dropped and I didn’t care much about it; I figured that it really didn’t count until ninth grade, but I was wrong. Now that I am in ninth grade it is evident that my old habits did not carry on with me into this school year, and I am extremely successful and proficient with my school work and informational intake. I only hope that I continue to do well in school so that I will have a high income job that I enjoy.
A job, well what can I say? The idea of getting (or maintaining) one scares me! Not because I think it will be hard for me to do, but because I fear that I could not be performing my best while having the job. I am a perfectionist (as I’ve explained mannyyy times before) and because of that I always evaluate the things I do and what others do, so that my comparison is accurate that I can be better than them. Early in my life I realized that life is based on competition between schools, companies, governments and etc. As humans we are constantly trying to outdo each other, so in order to do well in life you must be able to adapt quickly and in an orderly fashion. I am interested in Technology and Artistic subjects. I have not definitely decided what sort of job I want to have but what I know is this: 1) It must involved Technology and Art. 2) I want to enjoy it. 3) I want to get paid a lot to do it. You might be thinking, “Well, that’s all fine and dandy but your expectations are too high.” And they might be, however I am sure that there is a perfect job out there for me and I will not settle for anything less than that perfect job. Now, my education and future career are constantly nagging at my brain, but there is also the matter of my social well being.
I have never been very choosy about the friends I have, they must simply pass of the criteria of: being trustworthy, kind, and vibrant; lately however there has been an addition to the criteria and that is they must be positive. I am easily affected by the people’s moods around me and because of this I experience constant mood swings. I have been unable to change that quality in myself and so I took advantage of my life and decided to apply it to others. Although the basic criteria seems simple, the four subjects that are enlisted fall into different categories when applied to different scenarios and my ruling does not change (no matter the situation); I am firm and set with the expectations I have of those I choose to call my friends. I’ve decided that no matter who I choose to be my friends I mustn’t let them keep me down, because although I’d like to drag them with me their values are probably different and chances are we’re heading in two different directions.
It can be said that I have a head on my shoulders and I know just what I’m going to do with my life, this is partially true. All I can say is my future is undetermined, but completely decided.
--Cloud Envy.
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Monday, January 5, 2009
Untitled.
I sluggishly had crawled to the computer chair, before heaving a deep sigh and plopping down upon it. The fabric squelched and plastic of which it was built sounded like it had groaned because of the sudden weight dispensed upon it; subconsciously the weight I had gained over break came to mind. My hand brushed my nose and I sniffled, chills racking my bones from head to toe. “First day back,” I said to myself while pushing the CPU’s on switch. I impatiently waited for the computer to come alive while sipping hot cocoa; it seemed just as reluctant as I to begin homework.
The screen blinked on, and robotically I typed in the security password. Again I waited for the boot process to continue so I could open my trusted document processer: Microsoft Word. Within moments I had a blank document opened before me. While the computer was “warming up”, I had evaluated all the homework I had and decided to do my weekly blog first, the blog that you are reading.
“What a silly thing to type about!” You might be thinking, However, I disagree. After getting back from a sixteen day break my brain is mush; I couldn’t possibly think of a better way to start a blog than describing the process of writing the blog, Haha. But now that I reflect upon the idea, it doesn’t sound very interesting. While I am typing this up the peculiarness of this whole thing is actually sinking in, and quite frankly its confusing me on how I am supposed to be typing up a blog about typing it up. I suppose the process is seemingly easy and shouldn’t be hard to do, but while the tips of my fingers are stroking the keys of my Acer keyboard I find myself puzzled about what I am to say next…
So I will describe my present mood; It is very hard to explain. Right now there are very many emotions surging through me and quite a lot of things floating about in my cranium. Today, was wonderful. It was a normal day of course. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, However today my mindset was different opposed to any other day that has occurred. Maybe it is because it is the first school day of 2009? I do not know. What I do know is that all of the average annoyances took place today, but none of them displaced my good mood. Why such a good mood? What took place over break that has caused such a change?
The answer is simple, the Friday that school got out for Christmas break I met someone. A boy, and you might be thinking “Oh dear, another one lost to love.” And it is partially true, ahaha. But this kid isn’t like anyone I have ever known, he could sincerely be considered my other half… I think the matter is partially too personal to actually be describing in a blog, but if this ‘love’ does not last long it most definitely will be a lifelong friendship. He makes me happy, and brings sun on the once gloomy landscaped life I live.
The screen blinked on, and robotically I typed in the security password. Again I waited for the boot process to continue so I could open my trusted document processer: Microsoft Word. Within moments I had a blank document opened before me. While the computer was “warming up”, I had evaluated all the homework I had and decided to do my weekly blog first, the blog that you are reading.
“What a silly thing to type about!” You might be thinking, However, I disagree. After getting back from a sixteen day break my brain is mush; I couldn’t possibly think of a better way to start a blog than describing the process of writing the blog, Haha. But now that I reflect upon the idea, it doesn’t sound very interesting. While I am typing this up the peculiarness of this whole thing is actually sinking in, and quite frankly its confusing me on how I am supposed to be typing up a blog about typing it up. I suppose the process is seemingly easy and shouldn’t be hard to do, but while the tips of my fingers are stroking the keys of my Acer keyboard I find myself puzzled about what I am to say next…
So I will describe my present mood; It is very hard to explain. Right now there are very many emotions surging through me and quite a lot of things floating about in my cranium. Today, was wonderful. It was a normal day of course. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, However today my mindset was different opposed to any other day that has occurred. Maybe it is because it is the first school day of 2009? I do not know. What I do know is that all of the average annoyances took place today, but none of them displaced my good mood. Why such a good mood? What took place over break that has caused such a change?
The answer is simple, the Friday that school got out for Christmas break I met someone. A boy, and you might be thinking “Oh dear, another one lost to love.” And it is partially true, ahaha. But this kid isn’t like anyone I have ever known, he could sincerely be considered my other half… I think the matter is partially too personal to actually be describing in a blog, but if this ‘love’ does not last long it most definitely will be a lifelong friendship. He makes me happy, and brings sun on the once gloomy landscaped life I live.
--Cloud Envy.
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