tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16687574129529328122024-03-14T00:47:48.452-07:00Horrids in High schoolHighschoolerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04296268952070367458noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668757412952932812.post-55111786819462264732009-08-29T04:50:00.000-07:002009-08-29T05:12:05.131-07:00Premire Stress for College<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiZr-EAsuI5LJlt0foQY0KbWxk4TF0M9ugcO7k1mgaO9CZNe1B9FHovOVoFwcSPEgTX6FQMegRmOhyphenhyphen3yX1kTAztwYjOFMg3ipET9dc242vzMl0mYQExW6xIad8pQVL3wpiFxGjtDwz-ZQ/s1600-h/stress-cartoon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375356212582639634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiZr-EAsuI5LJlt0foQY0KbWxk4TF0M9ugcO7k1mgaO9CZNe1B9FHovOVoFwcSPEgTX6FQMegRmOhyphenhyphen3yX1kTAztwYjOFMg3ipET9dc242vzMl0mYQExW6xIad8pQVL3wpiFxGjtDwz-ZQ/s320/stress-cartoon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>College applications. Most people <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">begrudgingly</span> get through them or complain. I,on the other hand, love them! Filling out my address 7 times is my idea of a good time. I love coming home and seeing huge packages with my name on it with a university logo. I already wrote my college essay, it just needs editing. I plan on going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">IU</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bloomington</span>, but I'm applying to 5 other schools (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mainly</span> just to see that acceptance letter over and over and over) I printed out a "practice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">FASFA</span>" form, who practices <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">FASFA</span> during yearbook class!!?? I lecture my friend Danielle about STARTING her essay, or even GETTING applications. Everyone else in my grade is currently chill and is more worried about what they're going to wear at the water bowl party tonight. I take 20 virtual tours of the campus online and sign up for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">SAT's</span> again. I join every club possible and talk to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">passersby</span> in the hall about which college they're choosing. I have bad dreams of coming home to the letter regretfully declining my acceptance into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">IU</span>. When I go to Target, everything I see I picture in my dorm room. Everyday after school I walk around campus with a drink in hand and blend in perfectly. I pretend <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">I'm</span> a college student just to go back to chores, homework, and early morning seminary followed by, the currently inevitable, High School at 8 a.m. My landmarks for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">high school</span> ending is: first-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Homecoming</span>, next-the Other homecoming, third-prom, and finally, GRADUATION! Can't wait! ! Wish me luck.</div>Highschoolerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04296268952070367458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668757412952932812.post-21440685512950640082009-08-09T12:18:00.000-07:002009-08-09T12:39:38.677-07:00The Laundry Marker<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzHGanhQJciAY-ZVAZOmFPRuerJVUtGOo6p6ajjKkl6YkYkBKiwsLxrOPEAPaqlssXairqaqQQzPYgbq9XIV6x4nIZoRl3LudBjNSVGA0GO9C9n9Pmpd37opg7fqAMuoOAdyfyTIxGhT0/s1600-h/marker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368049754135521138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrzHGanhQJciAY-ZVAZOmFPRuerJVUtGOo6p6ajjKkl6YkYkBKiwsLxrOPEAPaqlssXairqaqQQzPYgbq9XIV6x4nIZoRl3LudBjNSVGA0GO9C9n9Pmpd37opg7fqAMuoOAdyfyTIxGhT0/s320/marker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our message board.</div><div>We are told that when someone calls and has a message, we're supposed to write it down. I have yet to use it. I can never remember, and it's too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inconvenient</span> for me. I mean, really? I have to pull out the dry erase marker (and in my family, the marker gets lost a lot. Which means that you have to hurry and find one while on the phone with a stranger), take off the board from the desk by the computer, and write down the information. I'm too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">impatient</span>. My mother, on the other hand, loves it. We came home from our "give mom a day off" fun day yesterday, and the board was on the table with cute handwritten messages. "Bill, meeting, call so-in-so. Tawny, appointment with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blankaty</span></span> blank tomorrow. Sister <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Goates</span></span> called, needs to talk to Aurora,too". Danni also finds the board helpful, only she uses it to draw pictures and spell her name 26 times. While she was trying to wipe off the old messages, she came <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">across</span> a problem. They wouldn't come off. She informed me of her problem and I suggested that it could be the wet dry erase, so she tried water. It looked as clear as when mom wrote it. My mom came over and inspected the mystery. "You used permanent marker" I stated, knowing the problem. "No, I used dry erase, see" She picked up the marker. It LOOKED like a dry erase marker, but had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">little</span> mocking words on it that read "Laundry Marker". Even if you write your name on your whitey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tighties</span></span>and put it through the washer, it wasn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">comin</span></span> off. My dad was laughing so hard, he used Enoch's baby seat for his support. My mom walked away in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">humorous</span></span> shame. This is the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Inman</span></span> Family. There is no escaping these kinds of mishaps, no matter how hard we try.</div>Highschoolerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04296268952070367458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668757412952932812.post-61816794237926082722009-08-07T14:34:00.000-07:002009-08-09T12:14:39.109-07:00Proactive Ocbservations<span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have spent the last three days in my high school. And no, school has not even started yet. I volunteered to help with registration. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I helped <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">per ants</span>,students and families through the process of registering for school, getting their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">schedules</span>, fixing their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">schedules</span> and showing them around the school. I spent almost 12 hours in the in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">purple</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">corridors</span> yesterday as I ran freshman orientation and again....registration. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Freshman remind me of something. What was it....Oh ya, the reason why people go into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">counseling</span>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I had them for just 2 hours. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">beginning</span> went great!! Small children amazed by your advanced years. But of course...every child is plagued with the inevitable ADD. You would think answering easy questions, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">receiving</span> candy for it, was the hardest chore their parent<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">s</span> ever put them through! I yelled many times, said anyone who talks has to ask the next question, and pelted some with jaw breakers. My vice president screamed and at 11:00 we pretty much shoved them out the door to there ever awaiting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">guardians</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The thing about these particular <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">guardians</span> was that they stayed. It's FRESHMAN orientation, not ACT LIKE WE'RE STILL IN THE 5TH GRADE AND WATCH OVER THEM TO MAKE SURE THEY <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">DON'T</span> TRIP DOWN THE STAIRS orientation. Don't you think that when you send your children off to high school they should take big boy steps and make the intense choice to attend a game and candy filled event only with other freshman? One parent even followed his kid with us on the tour. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Maybe</span> he can stay during her lunch period and wipe her face if she gets ranch on her chin. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Whatever the case may be, it made me realize, they have 4 years until they leave their smothers and suction cup fathers. I have 9 months. I can drive to the store, I can apply for college, I can picture my future so clearly. Even though it's not going to be my perfect picture, it's only months away....and it's all mine.</span></span><br /></span>Highschoolerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04296268952070367458noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668757412952932812.post-85704686289980571832009-08-03T07:10:00.000-07:002009-08-09T12:15:52.723-07:00Cold Feet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1QT-MxnadcZCs0Pm-bcl8bU_6i5yEfOv0v5jPY7sX9NEat4LsZN-4TAyFNYeB6GiJgVGuMWfHndYgIrmrtbHPl9zhGfGJzlf_xpwvQwlDwXJvz05Hw9iCKouRHTkPM1evXuE-0OCClXpf/s1600-h/blogging.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365742978834565618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1QT-MxnadcZCs0Pm-bcl8bU_6i5yEfOv0v5jPY7sX9NEat4LsZN-4TAyFNYeB6GiJgVGuMWfHndYgIrmrtbHPl9zhGfGJzlf_xpwvQwlDwXJvz05Hw9iCKouRHTkPM1evXuE-0OCClXpf/s320/blogging.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Blogging.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">An 8 letter word that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">meant</span> "old and bored" to me. My mom began this horrid adventure about a year and a half ago. I would chuckle <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">every time</span> I saw her typing away on her multi-background-wanna be-myspace. Blogging, really? Who <em>actually </em>blogs, or enjoys reading other's blog about their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">irrelevant</span> lives. I didn't believe anyone did until I saw the mass following of family, church members and friends that also must have been very bored. My mother (like all mothers) says I have a gift for writing. I'm pretty good, I must say. For a kid at least, but blogging was never in the equation. Getting out of our new used mini van yesterday, my mom said I should start blogging. I laughed and retorted with the "and what about" comment. "My high school?" I laughed. She said yes.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">So, here I am. I thought about the idea, and was embarrassed to even be thinking about ...blogging, but as I began to "ponder", why not? I'm kind of new to this thing, if you haven't noticed. I guess you could say...a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Blogamature</span>. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">School starts in less than two weeks, and hopefully with this, all my mom's old friends and herself get to live <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">high school</span> vicariously through me! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ohh</span>....isn't this going to be a blast!</span></div>Highschoolerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04296268952070367458noreply@blogger.com3