Class Favorites

Okay, so I know I have a lot to catch up on since the last time I posted. I promise you I will get their eventually, just look for the post labeled "The Catch Up."

As none of you know, I am the Editor-in-Chief of my school yearbook. Every year we have this page that's called Class Favorites. It contains "Best Hair" "Most Likely to Succeed" "Most Likely to Change the World" and so on. Well this year or more like every year we have problems with the nominees and winners.

This year I have this assistant. She had been telling everyone to vote for here. (Hey freak! If you are having to ask someone to vote for you, obviously you are not in that category.) Well the winner of that category was someone who in my opinion (or more like everyone's) deserved the title. Plus, she did not have to tell anyone to vote for her. They knew.

Apparently said loser demanded for a recount. The end result was that the loser was the winner by four. You see, there was a lot of speculations on how that happened and how she knew to ask for a recount. (Face it girl, nobody wanted to vote for you) But in the end, even if that was a low thing to do, that is not what is bothering me. The real question I want to ask is why? Why do you care? What does it matter?

We spend all this time trying to get rid of our labels, dork, jock, geek, etc. So what makes it socially acceptable to have our face plastered on the yearbook with a label? I don't understand why they want their picture next to a title "Most Likely to Change the World" if they have no intention to.

My challenge for today: I want you to pick two labels for yourself.
1) What label would you want to have written in stone for you?
2) What label is realistic?

Maybe, if really looked deep within, we might be able to understand ourselves with the labels we choose. Or maybe, you might think this is stupid and not care. Either way works for you.

HELLO

I AM UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!! PLEASE COME AGAIN SOON!

Just like a movie

So, I am sitting in my classroom listening to one of Mr. Haskins infamous lectures on how we should all feel the physics, while all I feel are my eyes failing me because some idiot decides to put a Bones marathon on in the middle of the week. And though I have seen every episode there is, it’s like a potato chip. You can't just watch one. So as I desperately try to understand this foreign language he is speaking, white dust starts to sprinkle on my head like snow. Now, where I am from, the closest thing that I have ever come to snow is watching the Christmas Story on ABC. I take a quick glance towards the ceiling but don’t take notice to the caving roof, at least not until an unknown source drops from the sky. His name is Jett, or at least that is what is says on his overcoat. He stands tall with a cocky grin as if he knows he will win whatever competition he is a part of. He is bald but not because he can't grow any hair. He may have not had broad shoulders, but he looked as if he could hold his own in a brawl. He dressed nice. He was a lot of things, but friendly didn't seem to be one. With a growl in his voice, he said my name with more poison in the first vowel than anything. While I more than likely had the look of confusion and fear in my eyes, he had the look of purpose in his. As our little stare off game proceeded, the classroom including Mr. Haskins all hid under their desks. I really didn't blame them anyway because I was in a pretty much frozen state. I stayed there not moving an inch until a squeeze and a quick tug were initiated by a man that I had never seen before, yet seemed familiar. One blink and I was on the roof. His low but stable voice whispered out the words that forever changed my life. "You are in grave danger," I snapped out of my shock then... Okay you caught me. This as you well know never happened. Sometimes I freak out at how far my imagination takes me. Even though I know this isn't true, I sometimes wish it was. Or at least was about to be. Like every American, I seem to watch more than the normal amount of television. I just wish something interesting would happen to me like in the movies. At times I feel it will. What I mean is, I will be walking in the hall ways and out of nowhere I feel like every student that passes by will break out into song with matching choreography. Or whenever the days are passing by, a song will be put in and the scenes sped up, as if I was a part of some movie montage. Like at any moment, Ill randomly end up in some foreign nation and be a part of some over-the-top adventure and fall in love in the process. Oh the imagination I have! I know I should place my feet on the ground, but how boring would that be? It would also be almost impossible since my dreams are like a hot air balloon, and once you turn it on it just keeps floating up. Hmm, sometimes I just wish my life was just like a movie. Too intriguing to ignore.

308 Miles in Between

I am awoken every morning by a light that was turned off the night before. I get dressed, kiss my mom goodbye and leave for school. I come home to her, my sister, and my father. When I close my door to start my homework, I am constantly being disturbed by the opening and closing of all the doors and my mothers high pitched voice screaming across the house for someone to get her water. I am surrounded by chaos.
I have taken an appropriate amount of college courses during my attendance of concurrent enrollment at University of Texas Pan American. I have had the hardest professors that have made me buckle down and give up my weekends so I can study at the school library. I have had all nighters in hopes of getting an A during finals, but when I think of college, it is not the Academics and english professors in cardigans that scare me, It is that 6 hour distance between me and my father's voice telling me its my turn to wash dishes. When I was young, college seemed like an amazing experience filled with big books and freedom, but as the clock ticks down to the final time for me to go, I already find myself homesick.
My mom likes to joke around about how many people attempt to leave the valley but their plans never pan out. Since my freshman year I would stand in the hallways of my school and admire the many acceptance letters of the past seniors who went away to college. Unfortunately, the amount of students that graduated and stayed in that particular area can be counted on one hand. The main reason was family.
As someone who was always deemed the homebody, most people find it hard to believe that I wish to go to college away. I am very close to my family, but I understand the need to venture out. I have always been fond of growth, whether that meant getting taller or expanding my mind and becoming my own person. I know, once I am gone everything will change. I will be alone and scared. The thought of coming back may even cross my mind time from time, but I have to learn to be independant.
With technology nowadays, being everywhere at once is simple. There is email, text messaging, and facetime that all work as forms of communication. Visits back home every other weekend will also help me to transition from being with them everyday to only being with them every once in awhile. It is all a matter of sticking it out and learning to be strong.


Love Always,

The Girl in the Floral Scarf : )

The Girl in the Floral Scarf

That First Homerun

When we were young, we were in love with falling in love. Chasing the ice cream man on a Saturday afternoon. The cheers of the crowd as we hit our first ball. The excitement of our first dance recital. Everything was new and exciting and truly innocent. As we get older we forget all of this. We forget the stained shirts that came from the melting Popsicle that made your face red and cold. We forgot the taste of those delicious ballpark hot dogs. We forgot the stiff feel of those new costumes, and most importantly we forgot what made us fall in love in the first place. Life gets busy and days become shorter and a blur. We become consumed in the idea of perfection and what we are doing wrong. We focus on all the problems that this love brought about. It shouldn't be like this. Life is negative as it is, so why bring that negativity into our loves? To look through life through a child's eyes would be beautiful. They see everything that is right and good. They notice the fun. They see the truth. They see the love. Sometimes doing something just for yourself is amazing. So I want you to remember that first time you fell in love with something that was so pure. And I want to know what you think.