It's official; I've been internally freaking out this afternoon about this weekend. What's so important this weekend you might be asking; well I'll tell you. I'm visiting my college by myself for the first time and staying over night too. Why am I freaking out? Because this is the first time I've done something like this, purposefully putting myself in a position where I'm going to meet a bunch of new people all at once and not know anyone when I get there. I'm a friendly person, but when I'm by my own in situations like these, I get oddly shy.
Don't get me wrong, I feel comfortable about making the 45 minute journey, though it might be longer than that considering the weather, down to Winfield but the fact that I'm doing it all alone. It's not even that, but in the greater picture it's showing that I'm finally growing up and going off to do these things by myself.
After all these years I've been wanting to get out and do things on my own, go meet new people I'm getting the chance to do that before I'm thrown into that situation every single day in the future.
In a way it's kind of frightening, thinking that in a couple of days I'm going to be meeting people that I'll be working alongside of for the next few years. I still can't wrap my head around the idea of what this weekend will bring me.
I'm sure though, as my mom as told me several times, that things will be just fine. I believe her, because things work themselves out in one way or another.
Link of the day: 750words.com I started using this site last night, just to help me brainstorm on the Secret Book and I find it really simple and easy to use and it keeps track of everything you write and has a special statistics page that I just love, and it keeps all your writing private.
days until 01/15/12: 3
days until Valentine's Day: 33
days until graduation: 127
Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 12, 2012
Monday, December 19, 2011
BEDD 19: where are the layers?
I would have never thought, a year ago, that I'd be making this type of blog post. It just blows my mind away in a way, mainly because it means that I'm growing up and stuff and things like that.
My senior English class (labeled English IV at our school) is pretty intense, by far my most difficult subjectwe're throwing maths out of the equation for now. It's taken a lot of work to keep up, and even now with how much I've missed this term, I'm still behind; but dear God, I never would have thought that I would have learned so much about literature in general. My teacher, Mrs. Perkins; SHE'S AWESOME.
Every time I read a book I can't help but think about things like motif, theme, symbolism and a bunch of other things that I've been working with for the last several months. It just goes to show that those things have been pounded into my brain left to stay for forever, or at least until May 19th, 2012. No I haven't been taking notes on the books I've been reading outside of class, but when I think about a book after I've finished it, all of it just appears in my brain.
The last couple of books that I've read, The Mermaid's Mirror by L.K. Madigan and Where I Want To Be by Adele Griffin haven't been up to par with my reading standards that I suddenly complied over the last few months. On the surface these two books are good in their own individual and unique ways, but when I look deeper for a layer or two into what the book was supposed to say, I came up pretty empty handed and a bit confused in the end.
I wonder if I'm just overlooking books too much, or if I'm just a crazy loon who reads a lot of books for fun and analyzes them for funsies. But then again, what if I was a lit major? Is that what lit majors do? Study books and analyze them?
I brought this up to my mom, how I wasn't finding many books that really interested me (also that I really don't care for series). She told me quite bluntly that I needed to make the jump into adult novels and read some of her favorite authors that I've often questioned her about. Which makes complete sense, since I often find that YA books are too simple for my reading tastes and don't have enough layers to them. I've started a couple of David Baldacci books in the past year, but never finished them, but I enjoyed them immensely because of the level of reading the material was.
I don't know what I'm trying to say; but it just goes to show that even after all these years, I still love to read.
Link of the day: Best Fishing Bloopers I found this last week when I was surfing StumbleUpon when I was ill with the flu. My dad was here at the apartment and we watched it together and laughed so hard we were crying. Definitely a bonding moment since we both love fishing. I'm sure though, even if you don't care for fishing you'd find this at least a small bit entertaining.
days until winter break: > 1
days until Christmas: 5
days until I become an adult: 19
days until graduation: 151
My senior English class (labeled English IV at our school) is pretty intense, by far my most difficult subject
Every time I read a book I can't help but think about things like motif, theme, symbolism and a bunch of other things that I've been working with for the last several months. It just goes to show that those things have been pounded into my brain left to stay for forever, or at least until May 19th, 2012. No I haven't been taking notes on the books I've been reading outside of class, but when I think about a book after I've finished it, all of it just appears in my brain.
The last couple of books that I've read, The Mermaid's Mirror by L.K. Madigan and Where I Want To Be by Adele Griffin haven't been up to par with my reading standards that I suddenly complied over the last few months. On the surface these two books are good in their own individual and unique ways, but when I look deeper for a layer or two into what the book was supposed to say, I came up pretty empty handed and a bit confused in the end.
I wonder if I'm just overlooking books too much, or if I'm just a crazy loon who reads a lot of books for fun and analyzes them for funsies. But then again, what if I was a lit major? Is that what lit majors do? Study books and analyze them?
I brought this up to my mom, how I wasn't finding many books that really interested me (also that I really don't care for series). She told me quite bluntly that I needed to make the jump into adult novels and read some of her favorite authors that I've often questioned her about. Which makes complete sense, since I often find that YA books are too simple for my reading tastes and don't have enough layers to them. I've started a couple of David Baldacci books in the past year, but never finished them, but I enjoyed them immensely because of the level of reading the material was.
I don't know what I'm trying to say; but it just goes to show that even after all these years, I still love to read.
Link of the day: Best Fishing Bloopers I found this last week when I was surfing StumbleUpon when I was ill with the flu. My dad was here at the apartment and we watched it together and laughed so hard we were crying. Definitely a bonding moment since we both love fishing. I'm sure though, even if you don't care for fishing you'd find this at least a small bit entertaining.
days until winter break: > 1
days until Christmas: 5
days until I become an adult: 19
days until graduation: 151
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
then and now
Tomorrow morning one of my best friends goes into surgery on her ankle. Today we spent breakfast and lunch talking about it (her surgery) and my hip replacement. As I was doing some errands, waiting on a stoplight to change to green, I realized that my hip replacement was the first surgery that I had been treated like an adult. Granted, the nurses had no idea in the world how to treat me otherwise, considering they were all used to patients at the youngest fifty for a joint surgery.
As I've mentioned in posts past, the surgeries I've had pre-hip were done at a children's hospital where they are obviously very used to working with kids and now the tricks on how to keep them calm and things like that. The nurses comforted me in a way that I knew things would be okay and my parents were only at a short word away. When I had my hip replaced, I can remember clear as anything when I started to come out of anesthesia , I started crying because I wanted my mom, naturally as you do when you come out of a major surgery intended for an old woman instead of a seventeen year old. The nurses I remember, were basically "ohgreatwhatdowedoshewantshermombutwerenotsupposedtobringfamilybackbutshescryingandshesonlyseventeen". Needless to say, they sent a nurse to get my mom.
Also, pre-hip, in post op I didn't have an oxygen mask to wear. Of which, I might add, I don't like to wear AT ALL, because I can't talk with it on...Post hip, the nurses kept getting onto me because I kept taking the mask off of my face, and finally after I told them that I wasn't wearing the damn mask they gave me a nasal cannula to put in my nose, of which I also didn't like, but I could at least talk with it on.
Another difference is the fact that when my parents left me, I was just on my own. At Shriner's, a nurse would always stop in until I would go to sleep to see how I was. Post hip, the only time I saw my nurses was if I called for them to help me out of bed and walk to the bathroom, to give me medicine or check my vitals. I have to admit, that was the first time that I really felt like an adult, was the first night when my parents left me to go home and I was there by myself. Although, considering the medicines I was on, I was mostly asleep.
A long running joke we've had through the last few months post hip, is about the Klondike bar. When I was in Shriner's my parents basically bribed me with Klondike bars, basically because it was the only thing in the vending machine upstairs and it was one of the only things that got me motivated to do anything. Like go the extra five feet walking without crutches, or doing an extra set of physical therapy. I didn't get a Klondike bar once throughout my recovery from hip replacement.
Today was awesome because: I got to sleep in an extra hour this morning, thank goodness for late start Wednesdays at our school!
Current location: the blue comfy couch in the living room
days until ACT: 3
days until NaNoWriMo begins: 12
days until the fall musical: 29
days until I become an adult: 80
days until graduation: 213
As I've mentioned in posts past, the surgeries I've had pre-hip were done at a children's hospital where they are obviously very used to working with kids and now the tricks on how to keep them calm and things like that. The nurses comforted me in a way that I knew things would be okay and my parents were only at a short word away. When I had my hip replaced, I can remember clear as anything when I started to come out of anesthesia , I started crying because I wanted my mom, naturally as you do when you come out of a major surgery intended for an old woman instead of a seventeen year old. The nurses I remember, were basically "ohgreatwhatdowedoshewantshermombutwerenotsupposedtobringfamilybackbutshescryingandshesonlyseventeen". Needless to say, they sent a nurse to get my mom.
Also, pre-hip, in post op I didn't have an oxygen mask to wear. Of which, I might add, I don't like to wear AT ALL, because I can't talk with it on...Post hip, the nurses kept getting onto me because I kept taking the mask off of my face, and finally after I told them that I wasn't wearing the damn mask they gave me a nasal cannula to put in my nose, of which I also didn't like, but I could at least talk with it on.
Another difference is the fact that when my parents left me, I was just on my own. At Shriner's, a nurse would always stop in until I would go to sleep to see how I was. Post hip, the only time I saw my nurses was if I called for them to help me out of bed and walk to the bathroom, to give me medicine or check my vitals. I have to admit, that was the first time that I really felt like an adult, was the first night when my parents left me to go home and I was there by myself. Although, considering the medicines I was on, I was mostly asleep.
A long running joke we've had through the last few months post hip, is about the Klondike bar. When I was in Shriner's my parents basically bribed me with Klondike bars, basically because it was the only thing in the vending machine upstairs and it was one of the only things that got me motivated to do anything. Like go the extra five feet walking without crutches, or doing an extra set of physical therapy. I didn't get a Klondike bar once throughout my recovery from hip replacement.
Today was awesome because: I got to sleep in an extra hour this morning, thank goodness for late start Wednesdays at our school!
Current location: the blue comfy couch in the living room
days until ACT: 3
days until NaNoWriMo begins: 12
days until the fall musical: 29
days until I become an adult: 80
days until graduation: 213
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