Anyway, I realized I sort of threw a lot of heavy things out there about myself in my recent posts,and I decided I wanted to, on a lighter tangent, talk about my every-day hobbies, my school, my friends, sports...who knows what will come to mind?
My alarm rings at seven-thirty on average; I rarely take time to actually take my time in the mornings, fix my hair, put on my makeup..you know, the average teenage routine.
Getting out of bed around 7:37, I quickly rush to use the bathroom, put toothpaste on my toothbrush, and glide it across the parameters of my mouth. Quickly going through my drawers, I pick out an outfit with the help of the little light that shines through the crack in my closed door-- I can't have lights on in my room in the morning. I throw it on, unplug my phone from my charger if I haven't done so already, rush into the living room, put my UGGs on, grab my bag...and I'm out.
I get by in my first three periods, but my first real, interesting class occurs during fourth period--English. There, I never know what to expect, which is good and bad. I love the days when I walk in and am pleasantly surprised to find out that we are moving our desks into a circle for creative discussions, but I feel like they always end at the bell and go unfinished...like I have more to say and not enough time. Either way, I always manage to enjoy the class. Unless, that is, we are reading Shakespeare. Reading Macbeth was not the greatest experience for me this year.
Moving on to Social Studies, I enjoy the class itself but more so, as crazy as it sounds, I enjoy the work. I get so much satisfaction out of the AP curriculum it's ridiculous. It's vigorous, it's torturous, it will probably cause my hand the be broken by the end of the year--but for me, it's worth it.
For the first time in my life, I finally can say that science is a joke for me. I finally understand it--horray!
And as always, math is hard. I get by, though.
Rather than ramble about all the complications in my winter sport, I'm going to explain what I love. On the weekends, I love my singing lessons. Singing and writing are so amazing to me. Words can't even describe it. I take two night classes, one of them being a singing class, and as much as I have absolutely no time in my schedule to spend two hours in class at night, singing calms me down. I can't maintain my sanity without it.
I'm an aspiring journalist. Should I decide not be a journalist, I would like to be a psychologist. I've always wanted to find someone who wants to sit down and just listen to me, and I haven't, but I hope to help others and be the person to them that I wish I had.
And if I decide I don't want to do either of those, I think I want to be an interior designer. I've always wanted to have a really big house to decorate, and so I think this would make up for it and be really fun.
I'm exhausted, but the last really important thing about me is that I love spring track. I'm one of the worst runners on the team, but there's something about it that just makes me want to go every single day. It's a place for all my friends to gather, for me to just stop thinking. As a sprinter, I have no choice but to solely focus on running--how can I lower my time at all in a race that's less than 20 seconds when I'm distracted?
I'm thinking about becoming a distance runner this year because I think I need more time with myself, and running is where I get that time. A 200 yard race just doesn't suffice. I'm going to have to work hard, really hard, but I'll do whatever I can. I may be the worst one on the team in terms of athletic capabilities, but I'm definitely not the worst when it comes to determination.
Nighty night,
J
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