My Future

Ever since early childhood, it is natural for children to wonder what they're going to be when they "grow up". They try and create an ambition or something that they can work for. Usually a job a child hopes to hold pertains to something along the lines of a singer, actress, or veterinarian. Of course any of the jobs would be nice, but in reality they just aren't easily obtained.
After getting a few years older, the question changes from what you "hope to be when you grow up" to what are actually capable of being when you grow up. As college approaches and the question of what you plan to major in arises, it becomes more of a stressful topic. There are two types of career-reaching hopefuls; The ones who have an easily obtainable occupation choice such as a low-paying career or taking over a family business. The other are people who are good at several things and make a choice based on what will pay the best. I happen to fall into the second category, I have many qualifications for many different fields. For example, I happen to love writing, but that doesn't make you much money. I also love politics and making a change in society, but being a politician is a job you acquire later in life. On the other hand, I don't love it, but I happen to be great at mathematics and science. I want to love whatever job I end up having.
Although it's not an easy choice, it's one that you are required to eventually make. Unless you have an extensive trust fund, you must intend to have a job as a source of income. Many women believe that the husband is the one obligated to support the family, but I pride on being an intelligent female and I desire to be the dominant source of income in my future family.

Senior Year

So as the days wind down and graduation gets closer, my "senioritis" seems to become somewhat disease-like. The symptoms have also grown stronger to the point that being at school becomes an almost painful experience. I've found it nearly impossible to commit myself to spending the entire day enclosed in classroom after classroom until it's finally 2:41 when I get into my car and floor it as far away from school as I possibly can.
When a teacher hands out an assignment and expects the student to "give it their all", I have to sit for a second and wonder if my teachers attempting to make a humorlessness practical joke, or if they're actually expecting us to complete it. As a teacher, you cannot honestly expect a student with two weeks of high school left to actually care about doing their work. To me, it seems rather inhumane to do that to a poor child. Fortunately, though, there is a cure for senioritis called graduation. For this, I can hardly wait.

It's About Time for a Change

This image completely shocked me. I couldn't stop staring and I had no idea what to think. It's absolutely obsurd that human beings can do this and let this be done to our Earth. As of right now, it is our only home. I can't seem to grasp the concept of having no remorse for the descruction of the planet that we live on.
This picture was photographed just five days ago in a small town in Bulgaria. Just because I just stated that this photo was taken in some where other than the state we live in, no one believes that this applies to them as well. People only seem to care when it directly affects them, otherwise they could honestly care less.
I really hope that this new trend of "going green" sticks around and hopefully helps to inform people that it's up to us all to save our planet.

Birthdays

The Lovely Aly and myself. ^
So today my one of my best friends, Aly, turned 18. My 5 friends and I first enjoyed a marvelous breakfast at the always fabulous Original Pancake House, and spent the rest of the day shopping at Pembroke Lakes mall. In a rush, we all got ready and went out to dinner at a drag place in Ft. Lauderdale called Lips. It was a rather vulgar performance and the food wasn't up to my standards, but I'll tell you one thing, it was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Extravagant costumes. Definitely not your everyday drag queens and the word of choice seemed to be "vagina". Not sure why but I was definitely uncomfortable next to Aly's parents everytime one of the performers dropped the awkward v-bomb. I hope she ended up having an amazing birthday, she could possibly be the most difficult person to satisfy in the history of the universe. Next year we'll be celebrating her 19th birthday in Tallahassee, still all together, of course.

PROM!!

Prom last year ^^^^^


Let me begin by saying that senior prom is supposed to be the greatest thing about senior year, period. Although I went last year, I hope it doesn't even compare to what this year will be like. Although our senior president is an idiot and already screwed up the actual prom, I hope that it's worth the price. This year we were given three options of having a very simple prom with literally no decorations, a moderate prom, or an all out prom, each varying in price. Personally, I voted for the cheapest one because I really could care less what the actual prom looked like, although it would have been nice to have an amazing all-out prom. All together, the expenses of prom completely cross the line. Of course there's the dress, shoes, manicure, pedicure, make up, hair, limo, hotel, liquor, and the list goes on! I sympathize for my poor parents who have to pay all this just to make sure I have an unforgettable senior prom! I'm just hoping it meets my expectations or even exceeds them!

HOMEWORK

Ever since I began elementary school, I've always had homework. I used to absolutely depise it and find it to be a complete waste of time and another excuse for teachers to assign busy-work. But the older I got, the more I learned and understood the importance and reason for it. It helps you grasp the lesson because you're learning to do it by yourself and teaches you to do it without the teacher there to help. You're forced to have to think more because you're on your own. It also helps you learn to take better notes while in class so you know what to do when you're at home. But there are exceptions to the whole homework being cool thing. I absolutely can't stand research assignments and things of that sort. In my opinion, it's all clearly busy-work, as if the teacher just didn't know what to assign, but knew they had to assign something worth a lot of points. I don't think homework should count for a lot of points because you're not able to ask questions when you're at home, and I love to ask questions so I completely understand. Most kids, though, will never understand that homework does help you in some ways.

FCAT WEEK

Thank Jesus and all hail Mary for FCAT week! Hearing the words "it's not required to be here..." from my teacher's lips reminds me of the words of an angel. It was so incredibly nice to have three days to myself to do whatever I want and not have to start my day at 2:41. Especially since all of my friends are home from college for their Spring Break, I got to hang out with them and not have to worry about going to bed early for school the following morning. My body was in desperate need of the sleep it received over this week, I'm so rejuevenated! I feel so awful for the teachers who made it mandatory that their students be there, that's actually the meanest thing in the world.

Starting on Tuesday, after my annoying doctor's appointment, I spent time with my long lost mother who loves to come and go out of my life (totally different story), and my best friends Lauren, Jordan, and Aly. Wednesday was the exact same thing and so was Thursday! Last night we all went downtown to Riverfront with our friends from FSU and UCF and had an amazing time although I chose not to drink and to be designated driver because I care deeeeeeply about my friends and their personal safety (safety first!).

Now it's Friday and I know I should be in school but for some reason I couldn't possibly find a way to concentrate even if I tried! Especially knowing that tonight is Friday night and then it's the weekend. Just seemed like a pointless thing to me. I actually can't wait for Spring Break. Is it April yet!?