Collage

A lot has happened to me while I was gone. Well first you all know I graduated highschool, well now I am in my second week of collage. Suprisingly it is ten times easyer to mange and handle along with a social life than high school ever was, but learning about all these new things is starting to make me think, I do love writing, but is there somthing I am intrested in as well. Now dont take me as a pervert, but I find sexual education and relashionships fasinating, and who knows I may even go into those feilds. Love is somthing that at one time or another came into somones life. So why not study it, if that is even posible that is the feild I want to go into, the feild of love. There is a plus side to this as well for my writing, each new thing I do is somthing new for me to write about. So heck, I might be a Sexoligist, or relashionship conseler, but all that matters, is that I do what I love, no matter how odd it may seem. I think everyone should do the same. It dose not matter what people might think of you, just let your colors fly, and be who you are. This may seem corney, or cheesy to some of you, but just stop and think, if you have a job you dont like, do you really want to do that for the rest of your life? If not, why not find one that you enjoy, or if somone made you quit a hobby that you were passonite about, why quite if it did not damge you or anyone else? There is no reason to, be who you are, not who you want to be, or who somone wants you to be, love yourself for every flaw that makes you diffrent and imperfect, and hate the little habbits you have that make you just like everyone else. Diffrent is not a bad thing, its a good thing, and that is what I leanred in collage. To be who you are, and love it.

Tears and teachers

     Teachers can help children and teens brow, but, they can also cause them to shrivel. One bad teacher can rune the work of twenty amazing teachers, one bully can make a student hate the whole school, and one word can make you cry. A teacher helped me find who i was, and what i want to do with my life, become a writer, and create world peace, but one i do not think the world is quite ready for yet. While one teacher helped me bloom, another cut me down. There is a teacher in my school that is known more making kids cry, for being the dictator of this school, and his normal talking, is yelling, so imagine how a very sensitive easy to shy teen girl having a bad day and not to mention suffers from social anxiety feels when that teacher tells her, she is doomed for failure. When this teacher told the girl this, she cried more than she had ever cried before in her life, one teacher could have runed her whole future, could have made her give up with those simple words, but, she did not let him win, and now, she is graduating, and now, she is writing what you are reading today, and if your reading this, than i know, that i am not a failure, became if your reading this, than my words do matter.

How to recover from a break up

Of course everyone knows there is something that everyone goes through at least once in their life, a break up, or broken heart. I was devastated by mine, thought i would never recover, thought id never smile, yet here i am two days later and i cants stop smiling, why? because i wanted to get over it and i did these steps.
         1. Vent about the break up to a good friend, get there option on the break up so they can help tell you that it was the right thing to do if you broke it, or tell you that he/ she is a jerk. Dont be alone right after it, go and spend time with a good friend, find a shoulder to cry on.
         2. Dont talk to the person you broke up with for awhile, and try to not think of them and if you do, just remind yourself why you broke up. Wait awhile to talk to them, take a break for the person you broke up with, just talking like normal right away, will not work out.
        3. Think before you act is very important. If you are considering getting back together just think of this, is you have broken up, and gotten back together numerus times, then there is a problem there that will not go away, so it would be a waste of time to get them back.
        4. Do not give up on love. If you give up because of one heart break, than the one who broke your heart won. Do not give up on love, find someone you deserve, someone who fits you better, but, do not jump into a relationship right after the break up, because nobody wants to be the rebound, they never end well.

i hope these tips help you .

class of 2011

I wanted to write a cute poem or a tear jerking speech, but, i cant. I have no idea why i can't, i just, can't. I always thought id be badly injured, wake up from this dream/ nightmare, or die before now to be honest, so to have this happening to me, to be graduating, it just, it can't be real, but it is. We worked hard to get here, we dragged our butts out of bed at 5 in the morning to play and sing for the elderly. We slept on a bus together, and almost went to state. We survived the countless times the world was supposed to end. Congrats to my class mates, even though i may not what to admit it, ill miss you all.

Graduation

Graduation, a time of stress and chaos, the fight ageist seineritis, the drama, and rushing around, i think my hair is falling off in handfuls, and yet, i could not be more happy. There is this feeling of, a right of passage, a moment when you know that once this is over your life is going to change, a moment when you look back and realize how fast all these days have been, and you forget all of the drama, and juts stop. You take those steps as tears run down ur face, and you know that you did it, you made it. You graduated. Congrats my fellow class members of 2011. May your lives be perfect for you from now on, and may we see past what things we have done to hurt each other, and come back together this one last time before we leave.

heart troubles?

Great, as if the stress of graduating next week was not enough during lunch i fall to the floor, I fainted. Turns out i have a bad habit of not drinking water, and this time it fainally cought up with me and i fainted from dehidration. While i was at the doctors they checked my heart, turns out there is somthing odd with it. A part of my heart moves faster the the rast once inawahile, the doctor said its not serius, than said we should see a proffessional, witch always makes me worry, if im okay, why send me to get it checked out more?

fire

this week was hard for me, a small fire started in my room, and the only copy of my novel that i worked a year on is gone, all that work vanished, i remember some of it but, not all, i feel like the characters i made actually died, and it makes a tear fall down my cheek.