Hey, blogettes! My older sister is being nice and letting me use her laptop to write this post today. I guess it's because she is in a good mood because she had a date with her boyfriend this afternoon. Anyways, I'm writing this post to tell you about what happened last night. I talked to Ali Givens the girl who started the Voice program, and she totally disapproved of me being a honorary member of the Voice because that meant that I was a part of it when really I should be in the crowd of middle schoolers learning from them. I saw what she meant, and I just told her that I wasn't a member of the groups that went around talking to the classes, I told her that I was more of the behind the scenes organizer.
She said that was nice that I was helping the program stay organized, but I could tell that she was a little disappointed that I was involved in the program in the first place because it is for high schoolers only, so I quickly got off of that subject, and I just walked away from her because I wasn't going to have anymore drama.
You are probably wondering how I talked to her last night because she is a softball player, so she would be busy playing her game, but I stayed after, and I talked to her while she was packing up her gear.
Running my sister's laptop is a cinch because it is is a MacBook G4. It's silver, and really sleek, and professional looking even though it is huge and very thick. I've got skills with any kind of MacBook because I got to work on one along side most of the girls reading this blog throughout the school year, because our school has a wonderful 1 to 1 program for students in 6-12 grade. The program has opened up a lot of doors for me, and some of them were amazing, and others just made me wonder why I even bothered to open the door into something negative like it gave me.
I also wrote in my journal last night about the incident that happened in the morning and then it hit me, I needed to go my own way or else people will keep on thinking that it is okay to treat me like that because I keep on listening to them and doing and being what they want me to be. I'm never who I want to be until now. From now on, I am no longer holding back my feelings or trying to hide them, I'm going to show them. From now on, I'm only going to listen to my heart and let it lead me. I need to do that or else my future is going to be really hard because I did nothing that I needed to do in order to be prepared for the job that I am hoping to hold.
I know that I will never be perfect enough to live up to your standards, so I mise well at least live up to my loser low standards so that I can feel like I matter even though I don't because I can't do anything right, and I really don't have a social life besides this blog. I'm just going to earn the title of the Biggest Loser Ever in Middle School so I mise well do things that will bring me success in the future because success is too far to reach and too late to reach at this time.
That doesn't mean I'm not going to try and reach it, believe me I am going to try with all of my heart, and it might happen because when I get onto something I try and make it work. I'm going to find myself, and be myself, and not listen to what the other people out there have to say about the person that I am turning out to be because it will please me and help me out in my future which is all that will ever really matter. I'm not going to quit on this blog though, even though it really isn't me.
Instead, I'm going to take this blog on a totally different path that will show me, and who I am and how far I've come in finding myself, and yet do things that represent you readers out there as well because this blog won't turn out to be all about me after all. This is a blog for the public, and it is going to stay that way. That's my promise to you out there. Keep on reading my blog and you will see the change throughout the rest of this summer and into the school year. My blog is about to get crazy, fun, and interactive. It's going to be better than it has ever been before because I am going to get more ideas, and I am just going to try and run with them as much as I can.
Of course that doesn't mean that it will always end up on the blog because sometimes it's really stupid or would not make sense, and I am not going to trash the blog. I am going to keep it clean, and easy and fun for you to read and understand. Maybe it will even spark some ideas for you to run with, and do great things in this world with. This is our world, let's shape it together into the world we want it to be.
The teenage years are a whirlwind, with people trying to find who they really are, and hopefully our blog will help us all survive these odd years of our life.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
You Never Realize How Handy a Laptop is Until You Don't Have One
Hey, blogettes! I'm so sorry that I haven't written on my blog for a long time. Believe me, I am trying to write on here more often, but it has been really hard because I am without a laptop, and my parents said that I can't use any of their computers, so if I want to write a post on my blog, I have to walk down to the library, and most of the time there is someone else on the computer, and I hate asking because it's weird, and I'm not that good at public speaking when I am being myself. Acting is something different that I love to do because it doesn't feel weird talking in front of people because you have lines that you memorized, and technically, you aren't you, you are the person that you have been practicing for.
I never realized how much I relied on that laptop the school gave us to use until now because I am so reliant on my own two feet which are sore from my workouts to get me down to the library to use one of their computers. I know that you girls deserve to hear from me more often this summer, so I will try my hardest to get down to the library more often. Might not be any time soon anymore, because I am really busy trying to get ready for my back to back camp trips in two weeks. Anytime after that I will try to plan more trips. I tried writing a post on my Ipod, but that didn't turn out too well. It worked but it took me a long time because my thumbs are huge and the keys on the Ipod Touch Screen Keyboard are small, so it really wasn't a good mix.
Looking outside the library window, it looks like today will be a great day to go to the pool. Today is also a fellow Voice member's first day as a lifeguard, and she emailed me stating how nervous she was, and I told her that I think she was going to do fine. I mean, she has all the traits that I think a good lifeguard should have. I also told her not to be so nervous, because nervous people tend to be distracted, and that would really be a problem, because someone could drown. Some nerves just won't go away because lifeguards always have to be prepared and on edge.
I never realized how much I relied on that laptop the school gave us to use until now because I am so reliant on my own two feet which are sore from my workouts to get me down to the library to use one of their computers. I know that you girls deserve to hear from me more often this summer, so I will try my hardest to get down to the library more often. Might not be any time soon anymore, because I am really busy trying to get ready for my back to back camp trips in two weeks. Anytime after that I will try to plan more trips. I tried writing a post on my Ipod, but that didn't turn out too well. It worked but it took me a long time because my thumbs are huge and the keys on the Ipod Touch Screen Keyboard are small, so it really wasn't a good mix.
Looking outside the library window, it looks like today will be a great day to go to the pool. Today is also a fellow Voice member's first day as a lifeguard, and she emailed me stating how nervous she was, and I told her that I think she was going to do fine. I mean, she has all the traits that I think a good lifeguard should have. I also told her not to be so nervous, because nervous people tend to be distracted, and that would really be a problem, because someone could drown. Some nerves just won't go away because lifeguards always have to be prepared and on edge.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Vlogs Start Either This Summer, or Next School Year. Sorry for the Inconvenience!
Hey, blogettes! It's me and I just wanted you to know that my vlogs will start either this summer, or next school year, and I would like to apologize for any inconveniences this may have caused. I know some of you are super psyched about the things that I post on the blog, and are probably disappointed as you are reading this post. I have a good reason why I am not doing a vlog. I have just gotten over a four day migraine and I don't look like the sharpest pitchfork in the barn just yet, migraines kind of make my thinking go all weird so this post may sound a little weird as you are reading it, and that is also another reason why I am not doing a vlog. If I can't do a blog post that will make sense, it is more likely than not that I will end up making a fool of myself in front of my webcam filming a vlog for you.
Another reason is I injured a hamstring near my right knee during my run on Friday, and I am supposed to keep that elevated, and they said to ice it every now and then, but I am putting constant ice treatments on it so that it will get better faster because being injured just drives me insane. I do have both feet on the two pillows that I am using to keep it elevated, so the difference in elevation isn't that bad, I guess you could say. The good news is, the hamstring did not tear which means I won't need surgery, it was just stretched way past it's limits. The other good news is I am not on crutches, as I opted to tough this one out, after all it was my fault that I didn't stretch before hand. I didn't think I needed to, but obviously I was wrong, and I am stuck paying for that idiotic move now.
Ladies who run, take my advice now, and stretch before you run so that you don't pull/extend a hamstring past it's limits like I did because it is really painful. Believe me. It was even more painful than the four day migraine that I just got over and compared to a time bomb just ticking away the seconds before it exploded. I lost at least a total of 5 hours of sleep because of it. Having chronic migraines stink because they are really painful, most of them are unpredictable, and how long that they will last for remains unknown. Plus even though there is medicine out there to help these kind of things, the medicine doesn't do anything to keep them from happening, they just lessen the pain, and my medicine for these chronic migraines I take before bed because a side effect is sleepiness, and I don't want to fall asleep during the day.
Besides, I really don't have anything to talk about during the vlog as of right now, and it would be a pretty boring with just a bunch of dead air and me staring at the screen trying to figure out what to say. I guess for the first couple of shows it wouldn't hurt for me to use a cheat sheet so that I can stay on task and not bore you to death on one topic for the whole entire show. I want the vlogs to be lively and fun for you ladies, and I am all about making this blog more interactive for you as well, because it is what you deserve after you have stuck with me through all of this. The drama, the pain, me wanting to quit because of cyber bullying, but you girls believed in me, you ladies encouraged me not to give up just because someone out there was being a jerk.
I thank you for not letting me give up on the blog because it is now becoming something that I enjoy doing. I feel like I am giving back to those who have given to me. Oh, that reminds me, I would like to dedicate this post to Moore, Oklahoma, which is five miles away from where my cousins live, especially the 24 people who died when the tornado hit their town, some people died shielding others from the storm. The youngest victim was only 4 months old, and 9 children died at the school because the school really had no safe rooms. I say that our school is pretty lucky to have places where we can go besides underneath the desks in the classroom, if a tornado were to hit.
A guy in our church is also battling stage four lung cancer in both lungs really hard. We all know that he is dying, and he has even admitted to it himself, but he told us in church yesterday not to cry when he was gone because he would be up in heaven cured of this cancer, and watching over us. I cried because that man was the baby sitter who used to baby sit me's husband, and I knew him ever since I was two. I saw him when he was healthy. I saw two previous cancers be removed from his body, and I know that it is probably too late for a miracle to happen now, but I am still praying for one, because with God I believe that anything is possible and that it is never too late.
His cancer is really hitting me hard, and watching him slowly die every day is killing me inside. I guess it is hitting me hard because I have memories of all the fun times I had with him when he was healthy, and when I was little. I remember that he used to throw me up in the air and then catch me, and Linda would recall me laughing so hard that the milk that we had for a snack went out my nose. I also remember rolling around on the floor with him, and him helping me haul the Big Wheel which is a tricycle type thing with a large wheel, pedals, and handles in front, with a narrow space in the middle and a seat with what I used to call tiny wheels in the back. Linda said that I was amused by that, as well.
I'll really miss him because I have plenty of fond memories of him, and he is a big part of our church. If I could trade his lungs for my lungs, I gladly would. Sure mine aren't the best pair of lungs out there but they are cancer free, and that would keep him around here longer. He has a son in the military is actually has a Sargent title in the Marines. He is off training on a base somewhere in the United States, and was denied leave to come and see his dad, so the Red Cross had to get involved, and they got him leave in the middle of June to come home and see his dad, if his dad will make it that long. He had all he could do to make it from the back of the church to the pew where his wife and him sit for church.
There were two benefits to raise money for the family to use for whatever they needed. The first one was in 2008 when he first got diagnosed with it, and that was when 'Team Wallace' was born. We only printed t-shirts to be sold for the first benefit which my dad, and the neighbors organized. There was a silent auction, supper, raffle, games, oh, and did I mention that the parking lot was packed full of people having a good time and supporting a good cause. It was amazing to see the community come together and rally around Mike and Linda. The second one was just last month actually. There was lunch/supper because it started at noon, and went until five, minute to win it games, a kids build and create zone, silent auction, raffle, and a bake sale. The also sold t-shirts, and bracelets with the 'Team Wallace' theme like we had at the last benefit.
Mike didn't want to have another benefit for him because there was another church member who was battling cancer. Her name is Terri, and she is battling Stage Three Liver Cancer, but the tumor is shrinking and she is expected to survive. Mike said in an interview with our local paper that he didn't want to be taking what others may have needed to have, but Cody encouraged Mike to let them go ahead with that extra benefit for him because he was sure that we would be taking care of Terri in some way. I'm kind of glad that we had that extra benefit because it was said in church one day that insurance won't cover the oxygen that Mike is on, because Mike is considered to be 'too healthy'. A dying man battling stage four lung cancer considered to be too healthy, what is wrong with insurance these days. Mike is not healthy, he is healthier than some people yes, but he is not healthy. He needs that oxygen to breathe, and he can't get it if there is not any money to fund it with.
Another reason is I injured a hamstring near my right knee during my run on Friday, and I am supposed to keep that elevated, and they said to ice it every now and then, but I am putting constant ice treatments on it so that it will get better faster because being injured just drives me insane. I do have both feet on the two pillows that I am using to keep it elevated, so the difference in elevation isn't that bad, I guess you could say. The good news is, the hamstring did not tear which means I won't need surgery, it was just stretched way past it's limits. The other good news is I am not on crutches, as I opted to tough this one out, after all it was my fault that I didn't stretch before hand. I didn't think I needed to, but obviously I was wrong, and I am stuck paying for that idiotic move now.
Ladies who run, take my advice now, and stretch before you run so that you don't pull/extend a hamstring past it's limits like I did because it is really painful. Believe me. It was even more painful than the four day migraine that I just got over and compared to a time bomb just ticking away the seconds before it exploded. I lost at least a total of 5 hours of sleep because of it. Having chronic migraines stink because they are really painful, most of them are unpredictable, and how long that they will last for remains unknown. Plus even though there is medicine out there to help these kind of things, the medicine doesn't do anything to keep them from happening, they just lessen the pain, and my medicine for these chronic migraines I take before bed because a side effect is sleepiness, and I don't want to fall asleep during the day.
Besides, I really don't have anything to talk about during the vlog as of right now, and it would be a pretty boring with just a bunch of dead air and me staring at the screen trying to figure out what to say. I guess for the first couple of shows it wouldn't hurt for me to use a cheat sheet so that I can stay on task and not bore you to death on one topic for the whole entire show. I want the vlogs to be lively and fun for you ladies, and I am all about making this blog more interactive for you as well, because it is what you deserve after you have stuck with me through all of this. The drama, the pain, me wanting to quit because of cyber bullying, but you girls believed in me, you ladies encouraged me not to give up just because someone out there was being a jerk.
I thank you for not letting me give up on the blog because it is now becoming something that I enjoy doing. I feel like I am giving back to those who have given to me. Oh, that reminds me, I would like to dedicate this post to Moore, Oklahoma, which is five miles away from where my cousins live, especially the 24 people who died when the tornado hit their town, some people died shielding others from the storm. The youngest victim was only 4 months old, and 9 children died at the school because the school really had no safe rooms. I say that our school is pretty lucky to have places where we can go besides underneath the desks in the classroom, if a tornado were to hit.
A guy in our church is also battling stage four lung cancer in both lungs really hard. We all know that he is dying, and he has even admitted to it himself, but he told us in church yesterday not to cry when he was gone because he would be up in heaven cured of this cancer, and watching over us. I cried because that man was the baby sitter who used to baby sit me's husband, and I knew him ever since I was two. I saw him when he was healthy. I saw two previous cancers be removed from his body, and I know that it is probably too late for a miracle to happen now, but I am still praying for one, because with God I believe that anything is possible and that it is never too late.
His cancer is really hitting me hard, and watching him slowly die every day is killing me inside. I guess it is hitting me hard because I have memories of all the fun times I had with him when he was healthy, and when I was little. I remember that he used to throw me up in the air and then catch me, and Linda would recall me laughing so hard that the milk that we had for a snack went out my nose. I also remember rolling around on the floor with him, and him helping me haul the Big Wheel which is a tricycle type thing with a large wheel, pedals, and handles in front, with a narrow space in the middle and a seat with what I used to call tiny wheels in the back. Linda said that I was amused by that, as well.
I'll really miss him because I have plenty of fond memories of him, and he is a big part of our church. If I could trade his lungs for my lungs, I gladly would. Sure mine aren't the best pair of lungs out there but they are cancer free, and that would keep him around here longer. He has a son in the military is actually has a Sargent title in the Marines. He is off training on a base somewhere in the United States, and was denied leave to come and see his dad, so the Red Cross had to get involved, and they got him leave in the middle of June to come home and see his dad, if his dad will make it that long. He had all he could do to make it from the back of the church to the pew where his wife and him sit for church.
There were two benefits to raise money for the family to use for whatever they needed. The first one was in 2008 when he first got diagnosed with it, and that was when 'Team Wallace' was born. We only printed t-shirts to be sold for the first benefit which my dad, and the neighbors organized. There was a silent auction, supper, raffle, games, oh, and did I mention that the parking lot was packed full of people having a good time and supporting a good cause. It was amazing to see the community come together and rally around Mike and Linda. The second one was just last month actually. There was lunch/supper because it started at noon, and went until five, minute to win it games, a kids build and create zone, silent auction, raffle, and a bake sale. The also sold t-shirts, and bracelets with the 'Team Wallace' theme like we had at the last benefit.
Mike didn't want to have another benefit for him because there was another church member who was battling cancer. Her name is Terri, and she is battling Stage Three Liver Cancer, but the tumor is shrinking and she is expected to survive. Mike said in an interview with our local paper that he didn't want to be taking what others may have needed to have, but Cody encouraged Mike to let them go ahead with that extra benefit for him because he was sure that we would be taking care of Terri in some way. I'm kind of glad that we had that extra benefit because it was said in church one day that insurance won't cover the oxygen that Mike is on, because Mike is considered to be 'too healthy'. A dying man battling stage four lung cancer considered to be too healthy, what is wrong with insurance these days. Mike is not healthy, he is healthier than some people yes, but he is not healthy. He needs that oxygen to breathe, and he can't get it if there is not any money to fund it with.
Friday, May 24, 2013
Summer
Hey, blogettes! I will try to work my magic to make sure that I will be able to post on this blog at least twice a month during the summertime, but there is no promises on having frequent posts, but that doesn't mean quit checking out the blog because if I do post something, then you would miss out. That is what you wonderfully epic women deserve. That and a giant boomage for putting up with this freak who can't do anything right. I love you ladies a lot because you have stuck with my blog through all the changes and drama, which I blame on PMS, and just being a lame person with no life at the beginning. I have began on that path of having a life thanks to the Voice program. I am no longer a loser because of the Voice. Being a member has changed a lot in my life, and it has finally changed for the better just a tiny bit.
On the last day of school, I am honestly going to cry, I am crying just writing this post, because sixth grade uncovered a lot. It uncovered a lot more drama, and a lot more freedom. It has uncovered a bullying survivor. I am also crying because someone tried leaving a nasty comment on this blog, but I wasn't going to let it happen. I'm also crying because I haven't figured out the real reason why people always point out and make me feel bad about my mistakes when other people have made the same one. I don't get what the huge deal is about me making mistakes, but apparently, I have learned that nothing I do is right and nothing I do will ever be right. I'm not going to let that bring down one of the last posts. I'm not.
I've decided that I shall post a video because it's time to show the world who I really am. It's time to show the world what I have been hiding. It's time to show the world that I deserve to have a chance to show what I have to offer, and that I am not who you really think I am. I am not one of those computer geeks. I am nothing like that, in fact when I have a problem with my laptop that I can't press a button for, I am down in the Tech office like I was shot out of a cannon.
I decided to upload one of my bloopers to see how it really works and I will add the real vlog later on if the blooper ordeal works out. Besides the blooper I uploaded is really funny. It is when I recorded a report for school, and my swivel chair swiveled out from underneath me I guess. Let's see if the bloopers work, and I will upload the vlog tomorrow. Okay?
On the last day of school, I am honestly going to cry, I am crying just writing this post, because sixth grade uncovered a lot. It uncovered a lot more drama, and a lot more freedom. It has uncovered a bullying survivor. I am also crying because someone tried leaving a nasty comment on this blog, but I wasn't going to let it happen. I'm also crying because I haven't figured out the real reason why people always point out and make me feel bad about my mistakes when other people have made the same one. I don't get what the huge deal is about me making mistakes, but apparently, I have learned that nothing I do is right and nothing I do will ever be right. I'm not going to let that bring down one of the last posts. I'm not.
I've decided that I shall post a video because it's time to show the world who I really am. It's time to show the world what I have been hiding. It's time to show the world that I deserve to have a chance to show what I have to offer, and that I am not who you really think I am. I am not one of those computer geeks. I am nothing like that, in fact when I have a problem with my laptop that I can't press a button for, I am down in the Tech office like I was shot out of a cannon.
I decided to upload one of my bloopers to see how it really works and I will add the real vlog later on if the blooper ordeal works out. Besides the blooper I uploaded is really funny. It is when I recorded a report for school, and my swivel chair swiveled out from underneath me I guess. Let's see if the bloopers work, and I will upload the vlog tomorrow. Okay?
Blue Grease Lightning Took Second in Wiffle Ball Tournament
Hey, blogettes! My amazing team took second in the sixth grade wiffle ball tournament meaning that the seven players that were on our team were some of the finest in the sixth grade. I got to play in only the final game because of a conflict with a Voice event. It was a lot of fun even though I did not do my best and that caused the team to lose. We lost to the Red Jamaican Bombs, who only lost one game. We lost one game but we somehow made it to the finals, where we lost our second.
I am so proud of the team for lasting as long as they did with only five players. Anyways I'll write a longer post later explaining what will happen over the summer because I will be without a laptop.
I am so proud of the team for lasting as long as they did with only five players. Anyways I'll write a longer post later explaining what will happen over the summer because I will be without a laptop.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Guess What?
Hey, blogettes! I bring some good news for you. I had my parents take me off of the enrollment list at that other school because I've realized that in the future Lisbon offers a big thing that other schools don't according to some high school members on The Voice. It offers a closeknit family when you get into high school. You're like a chain, and when one link is loose, there are other links to help it, or the whole chain falls apart. It sounds like there is nobody treating anybody lower than them, or treating them like toilet paper, or a muddy doormat like some people are doing to me right now.
They say that having the name brand clothes, and being the best dressed, doesn't matter, in fact you could come to school in your PJ's and nobody would judge you for it. I am looking forward to some people just accepting me for me. I know it might not happen, but it is worth a try. I mean, I have found out who I am now, and I am not going to change anymore. If people hate me, I say tough luck, I'll be in your hair for five more years. You weren't going to get rid of me that easy because I am not going down without a fight.
There are eight more days left at our school, and I am ready to get out, and get away. I bet people in my class feel the same way about me. I bet they will breathe a sigh of relief on that last day of school. I know one person will for sure, and I can count at least four other people who will most likely be doing it as well. They will be happy that they will be getting away from me, a freak. I ruin their swag, and they have told me that I should just get away from them. Some people want to be seen with me, and I enjoy having those three people always invite me to sit at their table during lunch. Without them, I bet I would be sitting alone, and feeling sorry for myself because I was the only person with no one to sit with which pretty much names you a loser.
I am going to be honest, but these last fifteen days of school have been a whirlwind of emotions for me, with people showing their true colors, and stating what they really think of me, which yeah got a little hurtful at times, to the point where I would just go up and cry in my locker, and just think about my little nephew. He is the only reason that I keep going in my day, because I know that if I give up that he would be out of a really fun auntie. I hope you don't think I was having a big head or anything when I stated that, but if you did, this is a free country, and this is online so you can get away with thinking it.
I would often times lean against my locker and look up on the ceiling. Life is rough, but it is about to get rougher so I have got to buck it up, and be the toughest woman I can be. Other people are, so I don't see why it's so tough for me to do. I have a feeling that these last eight days are going to be the longest eight days of my life with people giving me the wrath that they have been holding in, but hey, it's hot and we are all ready to get out of school, so I guess that that(does two thats in a row make sense for this?) is the excuse for all of this.
They say that having the name brand clothes, and being the best dressed, doesn't matter, in fact you could come to school in your PJ's and nobody would judge you for it. I am looking forward to some people just accepting me for me. I know it might not happen, but it is worth a try. I mean, I have found out who I am now, and I am not going to change anymore. If people hate me, I say tough luck, I'll be in your hair for five more years. You weren't going to get rid of me that easy because I am not going down without a fight.
There are eight more days left at our school, and I am ready to get out, and get away. I bet people in my class feel the same way about me. I bet they will breathe a sigh of relief on that last day of school. I know one person will for sure, and I can count at least four other people who will most likely be doing it as well. They will be happy that they will be getting away from me, a freak. I ruin their swag, and they have told me that I should just get away from them. Some people want to be seen with me, and I enjoy having those three people always invite me to sit at their table during lunch. Without them, I bet I would be sitting alone, and feeling sorry for myself because I was the only person with no one to sit with which pretty much names you a loser.
I am going to be honest, but these last fifteen days of school have been a whirlwind of emotions for me, with people showing their true colors, and stating what they really think of me, which yeah got a little hurtful at times, to the point where I would just go up and cry in my locker, and just think about my little nephew. He is the only reason that I keep going in my day, because I know that if I give up that he would be out of a really fun auntie. I hope you don't think I was having a big head or anything when I stated that, but if you did, this is a free country, and this is online so you can get away with thinking it.
I would often times lean against my locker and look up on the ceiling. Life is rough, but it is about to get rougher so I have got to buck it up, and be the toughest woman I can be. Other people are, so I don't see why it's so tough for me to do. I have a feeling that these last eight days are going to be the longest eight days of my life with people giving me the wrath that they have been holding in, but hey, it's hot and we are all ready to get out of school, so I guess that that(does two thats in a row make sense for this?) is the excuse for all of this.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
I'm Glad I'm Me
Hey, blogettes! I'm here with some more news. I released a new page and it is called The Voice. It has stuff about what my school has done to help end the bullying epidemic that has hit this nation pretty hard. It has even driven some people to the point of taking their life, and sometimes the life of others. If we all work together, I have faith that bullying will end. It did for me thanks for my friends speaking out. It's okay to do things that are outside of your zone. I do them all the time now, but I would have not have been able to do those things without my friends encouraging me. Make sure that you have some tissues handy because no kidding, even though it happened to me, looking back at what all had to happen to make me the girl that I am right now, made me cry a bit as well. I think that it would be very inspiring to any girl out there especially those who have gone through bullying as well.
I have been a bullying survivor for almost a month now, and I think that it is high time that I let my story be heard. Who knows, it might prevent some girl who is a victim of severe bullying at times like I was, from committing suicide because they feel like they are what the people say to them when they look in the mirror. I know I felt that way for a little while this year when the worse part of the bullying hit me right in the face.
However, I knew that suicide was not my answer, and I began to change. I began to rebel against what my mother said for me to wear to school to be free to just be myself, and wear what I felt good in, and not self conscious in. I lost weight which in the end amounted to 67 pounds, and when I had my physical last week, I was told I was a tiny bit underweight, and needed to gain some. I guess I'm back to my meaty diet to make that happen. I told the doctor that I was going out for cross country next year, but she told me that I needed to gain weight so that I could make it through the season without passing out or going through times where I had some lack of energy. I agree, I may have gone a tad bit hog wild with the weight loss thing, but hey, in the end, the bullying stopped so you can't say that it wasn't for nothing. It was for this result which is more a sigh of relief.
I'm now in the process where I am revamping my wardrobe so that I can for sure fit in with the crowd. Even though I am not the real me, I am still glad that I am the new me because I like the new me more than I did the old me. That was the only bright light I could find out of the three years of bullying that I had gotten. It made me a stronger, and better person. It made me find that there is something good in everyday, and that it is just waiting for you to go out and find it, so that it can help you do something that will make the day more epic.
That's how I guess I got to be so happy and overly peppy. If you saw me in the halls now, you probably would not be able to point and say that I was a victim of bullying, some of which was severe, off the top of your head. As much as I would like to keep it that way, I feel like my story will do something good for someone else, possibly even save their life, but it can't do that if it remains unwritten, untold, and unheard to the public.
I will release that page with my story whenever I have time, but right now, I better get to bed so that I can give school my all tomorrow. I didn't realize that it was this late already. Oh well time flies when I am doing something that I love a lot like writing a post for this blog, as that is a huge success for me when it comes to dysgraphia, which is a writing disorder that I have. It makes writing things that will make sense for others, and having ideas that are good enough to run and do something with harder for me to find and write about. Good night, blogettes!
I have been a bullying survivor for almost a month now, and I think that it is high time that I let my story be heard. Who knows, it might prevent some girl who is a victim of severe bullying at times like I was, from committing suicide because they feel like they are what the people say to them when they look in the mirror. I know I felt that way for a little while this year when the worse part of the bullying hit me right in the face.
However, I knew that suicide was not my answer, and I began to change. I began to rebel against what my mother said for me to wear to school to be free to just be myself, and wear what I felt good in, and not self conscious in. I lost weight which in the end amounted to 67 pounds, and when I had my physical last week, I was told I was a tiny bit underweight, and needed to gain some. I guess I'm back to my meaty diet to make that happen. I told the doctor that I was going out for cross country next year, but she told me that I needed to gain weight so that I could make it through the season without passing out or going through times where I had some lack of energy. I agree, I may have gone a tad bit hog wild with the weight loss thing, but hey, in the end, the bullying stopped so you can't say that it wasn't for nothing. It was for this result which is more a sigh of relief.
I'm now in the process where I am revamping my wardrobe so that I can for sure fit in with the crowd. Even though I am not the real me, I am still glad that I am the new me because I like the new me more than I did the old me. That was the only bright light I could find out of the three years of bullying that I had gotten. It made me a stronger, and better person. It made me find that there is something good in everyday, and that it is just waiting for you to go out and find it, so that it can help you do something that will make the day more epic.
That's how I guess I got to be so happy and overly peppy. If you saw me in the halls now, you probably would not be able to point and say that I was a victim of bullying, some of which was severe, off the top of your head. As much as I would like to keep it that way, I feel like my story will do something good for someone else, possibly even save their life, but it can't do that if it remains unwritten, untold, and unheard to the public.
I will release that page with my story whenever I have time, but right now, I better get to bed so that I can give school my all tomorrow. I didn't realize that it was this late already. Oh well time flies when I am doing something that I love a lot like writing a post for this blog, as that is a huge success for me when it comes to dysgraphia, which is a writing disorder that I have. It makes writing things that will make sense for others, and having ideas that are good enough to run and do something with harder for me to find and write about. Good night, blogettes!
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