Thursday, October 27
I have exciting news. As of today-- seriously, as of today; I checked last night after my birthday dinner-- I have been accepted at the University of Iowa!
My little brother really wants me to attend and my parents joke that I can move in with my older brother and cook for him in his tiny little apartment. They claim it's smaller than my bedroom but I have yet to see it. Iowa was the second school I applied too and the second one I was admitted to.
After I already applied to Iowa we found out that they have an award for their journalism program, which is great and something to consider.
I finished my last two college essays today and these should be the last ones I ever need to write. And pretty soon, maybe even by the end of the busy weekend, I should be done with college applications for good as well. Five applications done by the end of October? I'd say that's pretty nice. It seems too soon to be finished but some people I know have already picked a school, and I see no reason to continue when I already can't pick a favorite. I'm leaning towards a big school, but you never know what I'll decide.
I walked by the window today at my house and what did I see? Balloons. My first thought? Pete. Today is my mom's 50th birthday and tomorrow I turn 18. It's a big year. It's a big week!
We just bought two new vehicles: an Aviator, which I love, and some SUV that I always forget the name of. My little brother ended soccer and started basketball games. My older brother is coming home from the weekend too! Our school won conference for soccer and football. The boys' soccer team has never gotten this far and we're all so proud of them. The football team is expected to win on Saturday, which would mean another home game next Saturday.
Birthday and college applications and "In Time" on Friday, football game and our school play "Harvey" on Saturday, everything else on Sunday... crazy! And next week just seems to get crazier. Yes, Iowa, I'd love to see you at 8:30 in the A.M.! Hello early morning...
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
I always tell people that I write all the time. And I do, constantly, but it's not the same. I was writing this blog in my head this morning as I got ready for school. I tend to do that: write in my head... It's what works for me though because you see, if I don't remember something by the time I go to write it down then it must not have been good or important enough.
I'm weird about my writing. I have folders of stories and poems on my computers at home that I've written but no one gets to read them because I write for my own benefit, just because I enjoy the process of writing and the difficulty of describing the "perfect" scene.
I used to be really into poetry. In sixth grade I entered a poetry contest and my poem was about candy. All I remember from that poem is, "I love candy. It really is so dandy." That's when I thought poetry had to rhyme. It makes me laugh looking back on that because now I think of it as a dumb, silly poem. But that short, lyrical piece got published in a book.
I tend to forget how happy that made me, being published. "My poem is in a book!" I recall telling possibly everyone at the time. My English teacher Mrs. O. had switched to a local high school and she hadn't gotten to see the book so I carried it around with me for the longest time in hopes of seeing her. And one day I finally did.
Writing is something I've loved ever since I had Mrs. O. as my sixth grade English teacher. That's probably the only thing that hasn't changed in the past six years, and I love that it hasn't.
I decided, today, that I'm going to write. And I'm going to share what I write, as much as it may scare me. But I know where I'm going to start:
I always tell people that I write all the time. And I do, constantly, but it's not the same. I was writing this blog in my head this morning as I got ready for school. I tend to do that: write in my head... It's what works for me though because you see, if I don't remember something by the time I go to write it down then it must not have been good or important enough.
I'm weird about my writing. I have folders of stories and poems on my computers at home that I've written but no one gets to read them because I write for my own benefit, just because I enjoy the process of writing and the difficulty of describing the "perfect" scene.
I used to be really into poetry. In sixth grade I entered a poetry contest and my poem was about candy. All I remember from that poem is, "I love candy. It really is so dandy." That's when I thought poetry had to rhyme. It makes me laugh looking back on that because now I think of it as a dumb, silly poem. But that short, lyrical piece got published in a book.
I tend to forget how happy that made me, being published. "My poem is in a book!" I recall telling possibly everyone at the time. My English teacher Mrs. O. had switched to a local high school and she hadn't gotten to see the book so I carried it around with me for the longest time in hopes of seeing her. And one day I finally did.
Writing is something I've loved ever since I had Mrs. O. as my sixth grade English teacher. That's probably the only thing that hasn't changed in the past six years, and I love that it hasn't.
I decided, today, that I'm going to write. And I'm going to share what I write, as much as it may scare me. But I know where I'm going to start:
Upon this wall
Sits a friend;
A friend as loving and sweet as they come
This beautiful person with
Lessons to teach,
Hundreds of hearts to fill.
Upon this wall
Sits a play mate,
A friend with whom
Tea parties were a routine.
From the pretend tea to the
Delicate cookies we would prepare,
Everything was required
To meet our satisfaction,
As picky as we were about presentation.
Girl time commences,
The men on another golf outing.
Pink and purple dresses accompanied with
Floral hats set the perfect scene.
Teddy bears and dolls
Make their appearance
Like our prominent smiles.
Casual conversations and
Her cheerful laughter
Ring through the air
As the birds outside
Sing in the summer sun.
A calm breeze blows
Through the open windows,
Sending our hair blowing in the wind
Like butterflies with nowhere to go.
Hours of fun packed into
A simple scene,
A simple but significant memory.
Upon this wall
Sits my guardian angel,
Watching over me silently
As I live and learn.
She catches my eye,
That beautiful gleam in hers.
She is my eyes and my heart
When I am lacking faith,
When in need of a friend.
Upon this wall
Sits a gentle woman,
A kind touch that could make
The hardest hearts melt.
A beautiful soul
In the highest of heavens;
A place of the unforgotten.
Upon this wall
Sits a priceless memory,
A photo showing love
Worth a thousand words;
A time when everything
Seemed peaceful and sweet,
A time when every birthday was celebrated
With cake, family, and friends.
Upon this wall
Sits a photo of remembrance
For the tears that flowed
When it was time to say “adieu.”
Her gift of a floral tea set draws me back;
Back to our lives together,
To the tea parties I used to
Look forward to for months.
Upon this wall
She remains whole,
A memoir in my heart forever.
With love, I will always miss her so,
She remains whole,
A memoir in my heart forever.
With love, I will always miss her so,
My dearest grandmother.
I know I've shared this before but it's where I'm going to start because this poem/narrative truly means a lot to me. I cried when I read it at the reading night for our class. That's what poetry should be though, letting out emotions and stories. That's why my new, non-class blog url is after the most emotional song I've heard.
I know I've shared this before but it's where I'm going to start because this poem/narrative truly means a lot to me. I cried when I read it at the reading night for our class. That's what poetry should be though, letting out emotions and stories. That's why my new, non-class blog url is after the most emotional song I've heard.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Well lately I've been seeing some guys at school, specifically soccer guys, with some new blondish coloring to their hair. I'm not really sure what's up with that but I saw a freshman in college yesterday with that same blonde in his "faux hawk" (also a soccer thing it seems). And yes, he used to be a soccer player at my school.
Hair changes seem to be a sports team trend, not that everybody does it. This summer my brother's soccer team went to Florida for a tournament and a few days beforehand they decided that they wanted their hair to "match." My brother and a few of the other guys shaved their heads, getting their numbers and stars designed in the minimal amount of hair left. That was a BIG deal for my brother because, well, we usually have to bribe him to cut his hair. And it freaked my mom out a little too because I was the one watching the barber do his job. But I'll admit it turned out pretty cool and some high schoolers (and celebrities) even have similar hair. Several of the boys and others sported "faux hawks" as well. Maybe they're supporting David Beckham? I'm glad they decided to do that rather than temporarily dye their hair green, especially since their team colors are yellow and blue.
Our high school boys swim team usually enjoys the green dye though, as it's become expected that each year they bleach their hair and then later dye it. Green, pink, blue, red, purple... you name it, the team will have someone with that color hair! That can be pretty fun to see, especially when it doesn't completely disappear by prom. But hey, that's what you do for your team! The girls team didn't go all out, but this past year they died the tips various colors.
Anyways, this is one form of team spirit you can see nowadays and it's nice because a lot of people say we have no school pride. But who's to say they're wrong?
Hair changes seem to be a sports team trend, not that everybody does it. This summer my brother's soccer team went to Florida for a tournament and a few days beforehand they decided that they wanted their hair to "match." My brother and a few of the other guys shaved their heads, getting their numbers and stars designed in the minimal amount of hair left. That was a BIG deal for my brother because, well, we usually have to bribe him to cut his hair. And it freaked my mom out a little too because I was the one watching the barber do his job. But I'll admit it turned out pretty cool and some high schoolers (and celebrities) even have similar hair. Several of the boys and others sported "faux hawks" as well. Maybe they're supporting David Beckham? I'm glad they decided to do that rather than temporarily dye their hair green, especially since their team colors are yellow and blue.
Our high school boys swim team usually enjoys the green dye though, as it's become expected that each year they bleach their hair and then later dye it. Green, pink, blue, red, purple... you name it, the team will have someone with that color hair! That can be pretty fun to see, especially when it doesn't completely disappear by prom. But hey, that's what you do for your team! The girls team didn't go all out, but this past year they died the tips various colors.
Anyways, this is one form of team spirit you can see nowadays and it's nice because a lot of people say we have no school pride. But who's to say they're wrong?
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