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!?

TEACHERS

A teacher completely effects the class you take and unfortunately in high school, you don't really have much say in the teacher you get unless you've got it in with the guidance counselors. A lot of kids just automatically trash talk all teachers because of their job that they hold in the place we all hate being at the most. But I don't think that way about teachers, I do think that their intention is to help you learn. Except for the ones that I know everyone has had who just despises children and you don't understand why they are a teacher.

I've had several teachers that I know I will never forget because of the impact they had one me. I'll only remember the positive ones. Because I've for sure had my differences with some teachers who just don't understand me, and the ones who do absolutely love me. It's not that I don't like school, because I think knowledge is incredibly powerful and I wish I could learn everything, it's just that I believe there's more to life than sitting in a classroom for eight hours a day. I've actually gone out and experienced and seen many things that seventeen year old girls usually haven't seen or done.

I absolutely can't stand when teachers think that they know what's best for you. I can't deal with someone who tells me what to do, I always have to figure it out on my own to understand. My parents know this and that's why we have an amazing relationship. When a teacher makes a rude remark or try to criticize the things you do and say, I don't believe that's their place to say. They know you for an hour and a half for a short eighteen weeks. Sorry, but I'm way more of an intricate person than who you believe me to be after eighteen weeks. I just can't stand to be judged.

HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY

I think every boy should use this blog as a reference of exactly what NOT to do when you're dating a girl.
My boyfriend, who lives in Tallahassee and goes to FSU, is going with his fraternity to Mardi Gras in New Orleans this weekend. Of course it "slipped" his mind to tell me, and I found out by over hearing him telling his friend of his big plans for the weekend. So right off the bat I was so heated and basically told him not to speak to me that whole weekend because if he's going to do activities that single guys do, then he might as well be single! And then while I was lurking his facebook page, I came accross a comment from one of his closest girl-friends saying how excited she was that her, her boyfriend, and her best friend were all sharing a hotel room. Her best friend happens to also be a girl, so without question, I freaked out. It didn't even take a minute before I was blowing up his phone having a heart attack about the whole hotel situation. Why would a boy with a girlfriend spend the night in a hotel with another couple and a girl (who by the way, is not unattractive). Upon confronting him, he told me that I was crazy and didn't know what I was talking about and she's just a friend blah blah. Although he can't drink alcohol due to his failing liver, I'm not a dumb girl and I certainly won't get played like one. I REFUSE to trust him and believe that it's all an innocent situation. So as of right now, I'm not speaking to him and I'm FURIOUS!!!

College!

Since I was little, I've always wanted to attend the University of Florida for several reasons. My parents went there and I was born and raised to be a die-hard Florida Gator fan. Once I got to high school and had a serious reality check, I realized that UF was way out of my league. In today's economy, all of the budget cuts don't allow as many kids to get into a university and more and more kids are attending community college.

After visiting a few different campuses such as University of Central Florida, Florida Gulf Coast University, University of Florida, and Florida State, my choice was so clear to me. A school that I once despised as a rival of my home team, would soon be the school I'd attend. When I saw FSU, I fell in love right then and there. But of course, I could never get into FSU but I'm fortunate enough to have parents who believe in me enough and are willing to let me attend Tallahassee Community College for two years and then transfer to FSU. So starting in the fall, I'll have my own apartment in the heart of Tallahassee, seven hours away from the city I've always lived in.

I'll actually only be 17 by the time I move away, and a lot of my friends are so terrified when they think about how things are going to be without mommy and daddy there, but not I. I have never been reliant on my parents unless its for money, which I also partly earn myself. Other than that, I know how to cook, clean, and do laundry. Living seven hours away from my parents actually doesn't scare me at all.

When you visit "Tally", you'll soon realize that there's a lot of partying that goes on there, certainly more than any other school. But my parents have always given me all the freedom in the world, so by now I totally know how to control myself and keep a steady balance between work and play. Plus, I'm so eager to get accepted to FSU that I have a goal to work for.

Facebook: The tell-all source

Let me just start off by admitting to you, straight up; I am a Facebook addict. There's no other way to put it, and definitely no point in hiding it. If you are my facebook friend, I'm sure you know a lot more about me than someone who isn't. I know a lot of adults don't really understand the whole Facebook thing or why you would want everyone to know your business. My dad actually has one, and won't even accept my friend request because he doesn't want me to know his business, ironic huh. I don't think I would keep in touch with anyone anymore if it weren't for that website. You can stay updated on everyone and see their new pictures and what they've been up to. Not only does it keep you updated on your friends, but I know that I use mine to keep a close eye on my boyfriend, who lives seven hours away unfortunately.
On top of "lurking" people, Facebook can certainly cause a whole lot of drama. I can't even count how many times it's gotten me into a fight with someone just for writing on someones wall, or commenting someones picture, or even updating my status. It's actually insane how obsessed with this stupid website people get. But I'm not one to talk, I even have it as an application on my phone.
I believe Facebook to be a million times better than MySpace because Facebook is basically high school and college kids and you have more options on privacy and what people can and can't see. I don't get as many creepy old guys friend requesting me. All of my FB friends are people I actually know, I find it a LOT safer than MySpace.

Valentine's Day

Not going to lie, Valentine's Day happens to be my favorite holiday. Possibly because my birthday follows three days after. Not sure why, but I find it really interesting to see who does what on this day. I know a lot of people (teenage girls especially) stress so bad about having a valentine. I know that it's bothered me in previous years, but my V-Day last year was so perfect, I honestly don't expect it to be topped. Although I do have the same boy as my valentine again this year, he lives up in Tallahassee and we won't get to spend this year together, which sucks.
For all of the guys who don't stress about making Valentine's Day special for their girl, you probably should. To most girls, it says a lot about how much you care, and I know how stupid it seems because some people don't even consider it a real holiday, but to a girl it matters. All you need to do is just listen to her, I'm sure she'll drop a few hints maybe about her favorite flower or her favorite candy, it doesn't even have to be an expensive idea. I like when it's well thought out, it's awesome when you can tell that he put his all in to making it a special day.
If you're like me, and plan to spend Valentine's Day valentine-less, don't sweat it. It's really not a big deal, because spending the holiday with just anyone isn't as fun as spending it with someone you really care about. I, personally, like spending it with my best friends, because I know that I'll always love them.