I think the teachers are trying to kill us.

I can’t remember the last time I was this tired.

I can’t remember the last time my body hurt this much.

And I can’t remember the last time I was this stressed out about something that will be over in two days. 

The end of our entire high school career is right in front of us. All we have to overcome is these last couple projects and grades. Then we get to do MUN and walk across that stage to receive our diplomas. The finish line is close. All we have to do is take a couple more steps, and we finally get to cross it. 

Finish strong seniors, and drink lots of coffee.

P.S. I should not be allowed to blog after 11 pm. This is what happens. 

I hope you are all doing well if you are still up pulling an all nighter like I am. 

Senior power!

Go Hawks!

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Dear Teachers

Today, I’m taking a break from my list of blog posts and going rogue. So this is a letter to all teachers here at HHS. Just to preface, I don’t mean this to be disrespectful in any way. I am just putting into words how myself and multiple other seniors are feeling. 

Dear teachers, 

Why? Why slam us with projects and essays and busy work? We are just trying to graduate and with looming deadlines, it is extremely stressful. Not only are we trying to make sure that all of our college stuff is in order, but we also have to make sure that our high school grades are okay so that we can keep scholarships, and for some people, even admission to their choice college. Some teachers are even making it impossible to get a good grade in the class. Even while doing all the assignments well and doing all the extra tests and work that is considered “for the 4”, we still cannot earn an A. That is completely frustrating. We are just trying to graduate and move on and some teachers, not all, are making it way more difficult than it needs to be. Seriously, what are we going to learn in the last week of school that we shouldn’t have already learned in the past year. 

Sincerely, 

Most seniors 

P.S. None of this is directed at you Ms. Allyn, I swear. 

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Pet Peeves

Most people just have a couple of things that bother them and they can keep their mouths shut and deal with it. That is definitely not me. I have a major problem with problems, or pet peeves. I have so many that I can’t even name them all. There are a couple very prominent ones that I can for sure say bother the crap out of me. 

For instance, there are these dishes in my kitchen that I can’t stand. They are just all white and we’ve had them since before I can remember. About a year or two ago, my mom and I thought that it was time for a change, so we bought new dishes. (Hallelujah!) However, my dad decided that he hated the dishes, and was going to boycott them. Instead of using our brand new dishes, he continued to use the white plates that I hated, oh so much. It’s my job to put away the dishes whenever the dishwasher is done being run. So every couple of days, I have to look at those dumb white plates. There’s been a couple of days where I’ve thought of doing things to those dishes that I’m not proud of. Many scenarios envolved all the white plates broken beyond repair. >:) However, my mom is attached to plates, as she is with all her dishes. So for now, the dishes live. 

Another major pet peeve is when people don’t use their blinkers on a crowded freeway. I mean, they’re there for a reason. Use them. It is beyond annoying when you are just driving down the freeway minding your own business and all of a sudden, a car somewhere in front of you changes lanes without warning you, or the other cars around you. Sometimes it even results in a sudden slam on the brakes and a racing heart. Not okay, and really inconsiderate. 

This isn’t really a pet peeve, but everything has to be done in a certain way. My clothes have to be put away in the same way, the silverware, how my bed is made, even how my gas tank is closed. I’m starting to think that I have a mild form of OCD that is slowly but surely getting worse. 

So there you go! a couple of my major pet peeves. Oh, and a bonus, self diagnosed Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Yay!  

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Something I Miss

The popular belief among some adults is that people my age don’t have it is bad as they did. This is demonstrated often when we complain and then someone older is quick to come back with, “When I was a kid I had to walk 5 miles to school, uphill both ways!”. I’m not denying that life back then was probably hard, but I’m also not saying that life now is easy. We’re aloud to complain and worry to some extent, because this world that we were born into is changing rapidly, and we just have to roll with it. 

So something I miss, is truly being just a kid. Not having any worries. Not worried about college, or money, or what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. Life as a kid was easy, and now we’re all becoming adults. Having to make our own decisions and growing up. That scares me sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely excited to be in charge of myself and have my own life, and space. But I also know how hard it’s going to be. I’m going to struggle a lot before I truly find myself and who I really want to be. We probably all will. 

Moving on into this next stage of my life, I can’t help but look back and remember what it was like when we all weren’t in this position. 

I remember long summer nights outside dreading the start of school. How big Sally stealing Roberts pencil seemed at the time. How important it was to know who everybody “liked”. How my biggest worry was what my mom was going to say when she found out. I remember birthday parties, and innocent fun times. Getting yelled at at sleepovers for staying up past midnight. I especially remember how cool we all thought we were. Most of all, I remember a life filled with no worries that lasted over 24 hours. 

And this is why something I miss, is being a kid. 

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The Dream

Well, “the dream” always seems to be changing. Every couple of years, I seem to have a new one. First it was a doctor, then a vet, then back to a doctor, then a psychologist, then a psychiatrist (Yes they are very different. Like years of schooling different.), then an advertising executive, then… well, I think you can get the point. Its never one thing for long. However, at my wise age of 18, I believe that I have finally decided what I want to do with the rest of my life. I want to be an interior designer. I never thought in a million years that when adults asked me that famous question as a kid, that I would grow up to say “I want to be an interior designer when I grow up.” But here I am. 

No one is too thrilled about this profession for me. My dad always wanted me to be a doctor, or a dentist, or a vet. You know, one of those professions that take years and years of school. How about not. I hate school. That is not the only reason that I have now picked this line of work though. 

At a young age, my parents built their second Hockinson house. I was about 9 when we started, so I went with my mom every where and “helped” her pick out a lot of things for the house. Looking back now, I’m almost positive that her 9 year olds opinion did not affect her decisions at all. But at the time, I was on top of the world. I loved seeing all the small things come together and make one beautiful house. I gained a true appreciation for interior design that remains with me to this day. 

So the dream is to graduate with a degree in interior design and to work for a design firm in a big city that works on both corporate and private design, eventually opening my own firm. However, since interior design is a “dumb degree” (as said by my family) I will probably end up graduating with a major in business and a minor in interior design. I could hopefully start up my own firm after that. So I end up in the same position eventually, but I wish that I would be able to say that my degree was in interior design. But you know what they say…

“Major in something practical, and minor in something you love.”

I guess I’ll just have to “settle”. 😉

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A Favorite Quote

This is one of my favorite quotes of all time. I can’t quite remember where or when I saw it, but it has stuck with me through many years and situations. Through it all, it has always remained relevant. 

“Everything happens for a reason, we just might not know it at the time.” 

This just always stuck with me. Through some of the really hard times, it was comforting to think about. I could look at a bad situation, and see the good that could, or did come out of it. It often gave me the strength to keep going and move on with my life. This quote has become so important, that I hope to get it tattooed on my body someday. Gotta love ink. 🙂 

These words have truly became my life motto and I live by them (or try to) everyday. 

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If I Won the Lottery

First of all, let me just say that I hate the school computers with a burning passion. My last post, “My Proudest Moment” was in fact not about my proudest moment. It was a perfect copy of my previous “Piercings and Tattoos” post. What the actual heck Hockinson High. I had written a very heart felt post about my soccer team that I coached these past two years. It was about how I couldn’t pick just one “proudest moment” because I was proud of them in every game they played. But, no one will ever get to read it because I guess that computer liked the previous post so much, that it wanted to post it again. So thank you, upstairs computer lab, for making me look like an idiot.

 

Now, onward an upward.

Many people fantasize about winning the lottery and buying a big house and fancy cars and expensive things just because they can. I don’t. When I even entertain the idea of winning the lottery, I don’t think about doing any of those things. I am in fact, very practical about how I would want to spend the money.

The first thing I would do is pay for college. So many people are coming out of college with a great degree, but they are completely buried in debt. I don’t want that to be me. So much of my stress would be taken off if I didn’t have to worry about paying for college anymore.

Also, I would get the degree that I wanted, even if it wasn’t the highest paying job. Assuming I would never actually have to work for the rest of my life, I would need something to keep me busy. Since it wouldn’t have to support me or a family, why not do something that I love, but make less money?

After college I would buy a respectable, but not giant, house. Something just big enough that a family could grow into. Lets face it. I’m the one that has to clean it. No giant house for this girl!

As for cars, nothing too special. Just something reliable and fuel efficient. Something that a middle class to upper middle class family would buy.

I would buy nice things, but not a lot, and I would still shop for bargains. I love the feeling of getting a good deal and I don’t think that will ever go away. 

If I won the lottery, I really wouldn’t do much. I would live a modest life just like any other individual. Not having to worry about money at all would be satisfying enough for me. I would try to lead a generous and fulfilling life, giving back just like it was given to me. I don’t need fancy, extravagant things. All I really need are people around me that love me, and I truly believe that’s all anyone needs. 

Oh, and I would buy my mom a Cadillac CTS because I promised I would when I was 13. 

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