Oh, Sorry

It was a hectic week. Rehearsals everyday, two shows one day and another the next. Being a freshman welcomed into this newfound world of high school theatre, this sounded amazing. We had a week to prepare for our last play of the year and my mind was set on the role that would express my capabilities and allow me to shine and display my urge to perform. To come to think of it now, this situation was much more over exaggerated in my 14-year-old mind, but for all I knew, my audition would be the pivotal moment of my life long line of accomplishments.

There I was, after sparing hours of memorizing and practicing this one-minute monologue, I took one step into the audition room where immediately I felt the heavy stares of five student directors and my theatre teacher as they waited for something good to happen after having seen more than twenty aspiring Thespians audition for their “moment to shine.”

Game time. Life or death. If you do not ace this, there will be no where to go. Heavy thoughts for a 14-year-old, but ultimately, this felt important. I slated, performed, heard laughter, saw smiles, and took one step out and knew everything would come into place. Everything would add up to this moment. Now, it all came down to the cast lists.

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Drive-Thru miracle

Probably one of the sweetest things I’ve read 🙂

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I currently work at Carl’s Jr. Yeah, it’s not the most ideal job, but I needed a way to make money and this place was kind enough to hire me. Anyways, I could go on about how this job kinda sucks but where’s the fun in reading a bunch of complaints from a teenager. Instead I’ll tell you an amazing story that happened to me at work that is sure to make you smile.

It all started when I got to work 2 minutes late as usual. I counted my register, stocked up the beverage bar, and just went on with my normal routine. Little did I know that in a couple hours something I would remember for the rest of my life was going to happen.

It was nearing 7 o’clock. This is the time we call “rush hour”, which is when many cars come to the drive through…

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Operation Sock Monkey!

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My english class was assigned an innovation project–a project where the possibilities were endless. We could do anything. Create something, do something, we just had to pursue something! Something that has the potential to make a difference and demonstrate our creativity.

sockmonkeytemplateMy friend, Amanda, and I set out and did something that we shared a deep love for since third grade. With our love for sock monkeys and involvement in my club, “Operation Smile,” where we raise funds for surgeries for children in third world countries with cleft palate lips, we thought it would be a good idea to combine my love for sewing, our love for sock monkeys, and our passion toward the great cause, and make it into something that can not only help those children, but also bring back that sense of childhood for others–making them smile through the wonderful, cute gift of a sock monkey just as it did for us in third grade.

It was a long process. We set out and purchased thirty pairs of baby socks, five bags of cotton, hatched out the ol sewing machine and needles and got to it. Amanda was in charge of the cutting all the monkey parts while I did all the sewing. Once I finished sewing the legs, she would stuff it with cotton. As I sewing all the monkeys, she cut the fabrics and I designed the logos for our packaging.

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Bloggin’s Like Joggin’

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Blogging has been like jogging. I knew about it. I’ve tested it once and a while in the past. I wasn’t primarily fond of it until it became a routinely and weekly act. As it was starting to grow on me, I’d gradually forget to do it now and then and feel the need no longer to do so. It was definitely a rocky start but later became something I am passionate about. I found it a great outlet to sharing my voice and seeing my classmates’ personalities through their words and blogs.

Note to future bloggers:

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My best and most viewed blog posts were of topics I was very passionate about. They were ones where I couldn’t stop typing and had nonstop ideas flowing back and forth. What I’m able to see now is with each of these posts, Life is LIFE: How Do I Win?, Haters Gonna Hate, From Black & White to Color, The Light is That Way, and Lessons & Blessing, I experienced a lot of what I wrote. Experience is a big component to writing and expressing your feelings. Every word I wrote meant something to me and I believe if you pour your heart and mind into your blogs, then your audience will see that. They will feel and understand those experiences and that is how you will have a successful blog post.

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Debates, Disagreements, Criticism…Not Me.

These past few weeks, my english class embarked on a head-to-head, every-team-for-themselves battle called, “B.R.A.W.L.” where we debated on diverse topics that related to the classic novel, All Quiet on the Western Front. It was filled with loads of disagreements and difficult perspectives and situations and definitely opened my eyes in all types of areas such as vengeance, war, and fear.

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I was extremely excited for round one! My mind was set and ready. My amazing group, J.A.C.K and the Box (Jasmine, Amanda, Cathy, Kelsee…and a box) studied all the questions with precision. I can confidently say that we loved and were passionate about all the questions in the first round. When we competed against the Sock Rockers, we were excited to hear our question,“If one “snaps at” authority like a dog snaps at a bone, how do we determine when power is deserved (page 43)?”

We discussed how power is something everyone admires and wants and so it’s difficult to distinguish whether power lies in the right hands. A process that’s able to acknowledge who deserves power is elections and campaigns. Presidential elections and campaigns last for so long (as they should). They give those who wish to “snap at authority” a chance to demonstrate their capabilities to an extent where third parties can contrasts and fully comprehend all candidates’ offerings for our country and who truly deserves to have that authority.

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A Few Complaints About Texting

It is so fascinating how our lifestyle has evolved. With all these fancy upgrades in technology and the internet, we have definitely developed a closed-knit relationship with the way we prefer to speak to others through those sources. Teenagers–these people who will be running, watching, CONTROLLING our lives in the near future–are losing that sense of interaction and capability to be social and to be strong leaders.
Technology, while it has its benefits, is blocking our young minds to see the value of the true world. With texting especially, we’ve grown a liking toward a somewhat lazy lifestyle where visiting a friend’s house or meeting up at a skating rink–something that expands your life’s experiences– is less appealing than staring at a screen, seeing nothing but flashing words and lights.
For me personally, I barely text unless necessary. I find it difficult to process what the sender is trying to say. And it doesn’t make it easier now that we’ve created all these other word options such as, “gg,” and “tfti.” I much rather speak what I want to say through a call taking or face to face than spend my time typing everything word by word, so this posts perfectly gathers all my emotions toward texting and communicating.

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Teenagers are supposed to be the “pros” of texting. I, on the other hand, am NOT a pro when it comes to texting. In fact, texting has always been complicated. It’s a great alternative to calling someone, when you don’t want to hear their voice, or your own. You can type out poop emojis to express fear, joy, pain, anger, but that’s what makes emojis confusing and people can misinterpret your message easily and often.

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Figuring out the tone of a text can be as complex as watching shutter island at the age of seven. Key and Peele’s video about “Text Message Confusion” is a perfect example of how two people interpret one message. *Beware* profanity is to be expected( The title even says uncensored). You can always ask what the person meant in their message, but who wants to ask that regularly. It’s like asking someone what…

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The Light Is That Way

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You think it’s the end. You lie on your bed. You’re staring at the dark, gloomy roof, searching for an answer to your life. You see no purpose. Where is my purpose? What is my purpose? No response. You wonder if anyone cares. You’re lost and confused. Tears start to stream. You feel as though you’ve lost everything. What is the use? She said life was made with endless possibilities, but you’re lying there with no emotion, no clue where these “possibilities” lie because you have no idea where to find it. It’s dark and gloomy.

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Be a Criminal

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The future has its way of scaring about every teenager in this universe. What’s am I going to do next? Should I be a doctor? A writer? What if I fail? What if I’m not good enough? Ask anyone–these questions pop into all minds at one point in all our lives.

But while failure is a frightening possibility to anyone’s end-of-the-rainbow, that should not block you from being what you aspire to be. Whatever we choose to be, whatever we end up to be (and I wish someone was there to tell me this), from the great words of Abraham Lincoln, “be a good one.”

No matter what it may be, if you desire to be a gastroenterologist (and there is a such a thing), be the best gastroenterologist the city could ever find! Want to be a criminal? Be the best criminal the law would ever have to search down (just joking). If your passion for your future is powerful enough, no scale of salary or anything of that sort can block you from following that path as your profession.

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I Didn’t Know You Could Do That!

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When you spend an entire year surrounded by the same people, only speaking to those closest around you, and using your time working and being caught up in your own situations, you never really do see the capabilities of others.

On a normal class day, students take notes, read their novels, and have discussions here and there with the whole class hopefully participating. Of course there are some timid students that may feel blockaded from speaking because of those not-so timid and more outspoken students that love to answer questions (which is not a bad thing).

The point is, is that when it comes down those circumstances, you get to know those more social students more than those who are not. With activities that routine us into the usual sit-and-listen drills, there are students who have ideas/answers and talents (and amazing ones at that) in which you never are able to see. You might have one class with that person–or maybe two or three. Little do you know, behind their layers of shyness or modesty, they fulfill numerous strengths that are yet to be discovered.

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