10
June
2008

nothing gold can stay2

I’ve never really thought about it but this past weekend something hit me…something big. And now I’m anxious. And afraid. In alittle over a week a huge chapter of my life is coming to an end. People are always saying that highschool is the time when you need to start maturing because whatever you do in the next four years will follow you to college. Alot of people say that highschool is a breeze and that it’s no different. The reality of it is, I don’t know WHERE I’ll stand. I don’t want to mess up a big part of my life because I could be easily influenced. I don’t want to fall into the wrong path. I want to have an enriching experience. I want to fill part of my life with new knowledge both academically & experientally. Looking back, i mean REALLY looking back. My junior high years have been the most amazing years of my life so far. I’ve honestly grown so much and to top it all off, I’ve met the ONE person in my life that I won’t ever forget. She got me through EVERYTHING. I was afraid and shy when I met her. Completely. I couldn’t stand up to the person I feared most, until I met her. She got me to step out of the box and just relax. I don’t know how different my life would have been if I hadn’t met her. I’ve overcome fear and weakness and, in the process, I made a new best friend. We’re “conjoined at the hip”.

I really don’t know if ANYTHING will compare to my middle school years. I experienced so much. I WENT through so much. I lost some friends but I gained back so many. I re-united with friends that I hadn’t talked to since elementary school and I realized who my true friends are. Those that stick with me through everything. Some stand frim ground with me, and deal with the things i deal with, with me. THOSE are the people that I need in my life.

I’ve never lived the simple life. But I’ve learned that just taking it in and dealing with it yourself is always a better outlet than hating life. You won’t strengthen from it, and you won’t learn anything. And I’m glad that I realized that before I let life slip away in the some of the greatest years of my life.

I honestly can’t believe middle school’s almost coming to an end. I’m so scared. I’m leaving the past three years of my life in a school across the street. Pictures hanging in the lockers, those special conversations in the morning when our teachers would yell at us, walking in on the first day and feeling a sense of security. I’m leaving the place that I honestly never minded going to each day, no matter what kind of mood i was in. I’m leaving the place that holds the memory of me meeting my best friend. That first day of school in 6th grade when I was completely afraid of everything, and I made my first friend of middle school. But now, everything will be new. My life will be completely reinvented. A clean slate. Starting from 0.

But, I’m ready.

 …i think :]

1
May
2008

WOOT!heck yes.1

wow, i feel pretty cool right now because i finally got back onto learnerblogs with the help from hello3. it took me forever to finally get on the computer and figure it out… a month to be exact…

anyways, i am in tutorial and i spent the entire ssr period in the book room with hello3. the book room, in case you don’t know, is a room that is set off from a lounge area that is set off from the hallway. in this room, the lounge area, there’s a table and a microwave and like sugar and stirrers for coffee and such. then, the off-set room—the bookroom— is this medium sized room with alot of metal holders that have every book needed for language arts teachers. well let me tell you. its a MESS. as you probably know, books can be re-published ( if i may use that word ) with different covers, newer editions, i suppose. so then, in the bookroom, theres old-paper-back-torn covers, paper-back covers, old-ripping-hard-covered-books covers, just-old-version-hard covers, new-addition-brand-spankin’-new-shiny-smooth-hard covers. and of course, they come in every color.

it was all so amazing, aligning them by cover, everything. AMAZING. haha i’m a loser.