My 3rd person recount of my high school experience:
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Monday, June 8, 2015
Synonyms Can Be Confusing
I got distracted. Train of thought? Looked up the word 'introvert' to get a real definition for my essay, not just the social construct and connotation of the word. Then I saw the word 'archetypal' in one of the search results which got me thinking about paradigm, paragon, and epitome (because of 'archetype'), and what the difference is between all 3 of them. So I looked it up and found that this link yielded the most helpful answer because they all seem to have the same definition to me.
http://www.quora.com/What-is-the-difference-between-the-words-epitome-paragon-paradigm-and-quintessential
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http://www.quora.com/What-is-the-difference-between-the-words-epitome-paragon-paradigm-and-quintessential
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Just Wait a Minute
(Please excuse any mistakes or errors)
I just got home from work about 20 minutes ago after a long, flustering closing shift. I had a huge rush at the very end, people trying to come in after closing; I started cleaning up late. In addition, a man came in with his 3 young kids and ordered, which i and my coworker proceeded to fill. He pulled out a 50$ bill, which we don't accept (and have a note posted on the front window about said construct). And yet there he laid the crumpled Ulysses S. Grant on the counter top. I told him that unfortunately we do not accept those bills to which he replied that that was all he had to pay with. I started to panic because we already made his order and he had no other form of payment. I tried calling both my bosses, no of whom picked up nor ever contacted me back. Freaking geez, man! That's what cell phones were invented for. But besides the point. I spent about 5-10 minutes trying to figure out the situation while a line formed behind the incompetent, unprepared man with too many kids to handle at the moment. So I had no choice to accept his form of payment which was actually completely unacceptable. I then proceeded to get to all the other people waiting patiently behind him. People kept coming and wouldn't stop even though we close at 9. But apparetlny people don't check on the internet before they get out of the house about cloising time because they are dumb and inane and unable to get themselves to the screen to save themselves a wasted trip out to indulge when they probably don't need ot in the 1st place.
While I know this is a sorry excuse for a late essay, for I should have started earlier than procrastinnating to the last possible night to do this, I am flustered and angry and irritated because of people's stupidity. So I will definitely have the essay up by the early morning. Just have faith in me.
I just got home from work about 20 minutes ago after a long, flustering closing shift. I had a huge rush at the very end, people trying to come in after closing; I started cleaning up late. In addition, a man came in with his 3 young kids and ordered, which i and my coworker proceeded to fill. He pulled out a 50$ bill, which we don't accept (and have a note posted on the front window about said construct). And yet there he laid the crumpled Ulysses S. Grant on the counter top. I told him that unfortunately we do not accept those bills to which he replied that that was all he had to pay with. I started to panic because we already made his order and he had no other form of payment. I tried calling both my bosses, no of whom picked up nor ever contacted me back. Freaking geez, man! That's what cell phones were invented for. But besides the point. I spent about 5-10 minutes trying to figure out the situation while a line formed behind the incompetent, unprepared man with too many kids to handle at the moment. So I had no choice to accept his form of payment which was actually completely unacceptable. I then proceeded to get to all the other people waiting patiently behind him. People kept coming and wouldn't stop even though we close at 9. But apparetlny people don't check on the internet before they get out of the house about cloising time because they are dumb and inane and unable to get themselves to the screen to save themselves a wasted trip out to indulge when they probably don't need ot in the 1st place.
While I know this is a sorry excuse for a late essay, for I should have started earlier than procrastinnating to the last possible night to do this, I am flustered and angry and irritated because of people's stupidity. So I will definitely have the essay up by the early morning. Just have faith in me.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Senior Year of Waiting
With senior year rapidly, scarily, and excitingly coming to a close, I take this time to put my thoughts into words on a digital screen. How do I feel? What are my thoughts exactly? I don't think senior year is all it's cracked up to be whether because of teachers or curriculum or administration. And I don't think I've made the most of it either, which I realize now and am starting to regret. My classes were... mediocre, unchallenging (which is the true shame), and for the most part, a disappoint- ment. I blame myself for some of this too: I didn't try hard enough, or put in enough effort, which is why this year turned out the way it did: an okay year to end a nice high school experience. But school should be more than this. Senior year should be more than this! We should be going out with a bang, having fun, doing something more than watching movies or playing games. Spring semester especially has turned into the waiting game. Tediously and slowly going through the motions every- day, counting the months, weeks, days until graduation, until the moment we turn our tassels to the left and we're finally rid of this place. That sounds harsh. But I know a whole platoon of people who feel the same way I do. We are ready to leave; we're waiting until the principal an- nounces our official graduation from Ernest Righetti High School, then the parties begin. Prepara- tions move forward with full steam, and our eyes leak with tears.
I look forward to my time in college when I can finally focus on what I want to learn about, take fun classes, live in a new area. Adjusting to the harder and faster pace of university may be a strug- gle, but it's one I'll embrace and hug and smother and love. Or at least I hope I will. Sometimes I wonder why I'm so excited to leave, to graduate, to say goodbye to the people I love and know I will miss. That part, the leaving part and not seeing people part, makes me sad. But why does everything else excite me? I think it's the novelty of college, the upcoming restoration of my love for learning. The area, the new experiences, the new people! All so exciting and inviting. It's the expectations, the greatness of it all, the freedom, the status and maturity, and the overall newness. But for now, it's just sitting and waiting until that day comes.
I know I'll miss my family, my friends, coaches, teachers, my new puppy. I relish the time I have left, take an extra second to look around and remember the moments I have with classmates that I may never see again. I try to appreciate more the days spent with the people around me, try to predict who I'll actually never see again until the 10 year reunion (I'm excited to see who will have become successful and who will have fallen off the boat and completely crashed and burned; I have a fair few in mind who will end up in the latter). But to conclude this extremely long string of words (I've always been bad at conclusions), I'm excited and prepared to end this waiting game of a senior year. I believe I have won, and I am more than ready to move onto the next game: college.
I look forward to my time in college when I can finally focus on what I want to learn about, take fun classes, live in a new area. Adjusting to the harder and faster pace of university may be a strug- gle, but it's one I'll embrace and hug and smother and love. Or at least I hope I will. Sometimes I wonder why I'm so excited to leave, to graduate, to say goodbye to the people I love and know I will miss. That part, the leaving part and not seeing people part, makes me sad. But why does everything else excite me? I think it's the novelty of college, the upcoming restoration of my love for learning. The area, the new experiences, the new people! All so exciting and inviting. It's the expectations, the greatness of it all, the freedom, the status and maturity, and the overall newness. But for now, it's just sitting and waiting until that day comes.
I know I'll miss my family, my friends, coaches, teachers, my new puppy. I relish the time I have left, take an extra second to look around and remember the moments I have with classmates that I may never see again. I try to appreciate more the days spent with the people around me, try to predict who I'll actually never see again until the 10 year reunion (I'm excited to see who will have become successful and who will have fallen off the boat and completely crashed and burned; I have a fair few in mind who will end up in the latter). But to conclude this extremely long string of words (I've always been bad at conclusions), I'm excited and prepared to end this waiting game of a senior year. I believe I have won, and I am more than ready to move onto the next game: college.
Words Paint A Picture
"Ready?" he asks, looking at me.
"Ready," I reply. And I am. Ready. Ready to jump into the unknown, take a leap of faith. Ready to face a new world, a world with him by my side.
I wrote this little tidbit a while back on my phone. I don't remember what inspired it or prompted it; I just remember thinking it and liking it. I like the picture it paints in your head when you read it, the ambiguity. It leaves you to your imagination, let's you create the back story for the two nameless characters (I tend to do that when writing these kinds of pieces). My favorite part is the tone of optimism, how she's ready to head into the unknown with her companion who she trusts and loves. I enjoyed writing this super short story. Perhaps it offers some insight into the life I would like for myself one day: a life of happiness and excitement with someone. In any case, I was pleased with how it sounded and decided to share it.
"Ready," I reply. And I am. Ready. Ready to jump into the unknown, take a leap of faith. Ready to face a new world, a world with him by my side.
I wrote this little tidbit a while back on my phone. I don't remember what inspired it or prompted it; I just remember thinking it and liking it. I like the picture it paints in your head when you read it, the ambiguity. It leaves you to your imagination, let's you create the back story for the two nameless characters (I tend to do that when writing these kinds of pieces). My favorite part is the tone of optimism, how she's ready to head into the unknown with her companion who she trusts and loves. I enjoyed writing this super short story. Perhaps it offers some insight into the life I would like for myself one day: a life of happiness and excitement with someone. In any case, I was pleased with how it sounded and decided to share it.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
I Want
Humans are naturally selfish creatures. Yes they can also be generous, but they have a penchant for selfishness. Now where am I going with this? I'm not going to start going off on some deep, insightful rant about how we need to be more generous and giving. I am, however, going to discuss wants versus actions to achieve those desires.
Whenever I talk about my future, I often start with the two words "I want". I want to become a vet. I want to travel the world. I want to marry a Brit and settle down in a nice house in the city with a cottage on the countryside. I want to own four dogs (golden retriever, Welsh corgi, dachshund, and Westie). I want to see the Northern Lights. But the question remains: what am I doing to realize these dreams? It seems like I am constantly waiting for my life to begin, to burst into life, like I can't help to jump start any of this right now. I look toward the future because it holds all of my hopes and dreams, but is there nothing I can do in the present? I feel powerless and glossed over (maybe that's the teenager in me talking). It seems like I can do nothing but wait. Wait for what? My freedom, time, money, opportunity, the liveliness of a young 20-something year old (or again, maybe my apathy is showing). But sometimes I genuinely feel like I can only sit and wait for my time to come when I can truly live my life (Rapunzel's song "When Will My Life Begin" constantly plays through my head during a time like this). I wonder what I can do to bring myself closer to achieving these goals. As an underage teenager still in high school with limited freedom, my circle of ability to transcend my current state of mediocrity extends no further than the boundaries of this town (or my apathy is showing again).
But this brings me back to my original question: what can I do to achieve my goals? realize my dreams? I wonder what my life will be like, if I can actually do what I want to do, be what I want to be. Will I live up to my potential? Or will I wallow in mediocrity? Only time will tell, and my effort and actions will influence the outcome.
Whenever I talk about my future, I often start with the two words "I want". I want to become a vet. I want to travel the world. I want to marry a Brit and settle down in a nice house in the city with a cottage on the countryside. I want to own four dogs (golden retriever, Welsh corgi, dachshund, and Westie). I want to see the Northern Lights. But the question remains: what am I doing to realize these dreams? It seems like I am constantly waiting for my life to begin, to burst into life, like I can't help to jump start any of this right now. I look toward the future because it holds all of my hopes and dreams, but is there nothing I can do in the present? I feel powerless and glossed over (maybe that's the teenager in me talking). It seems like I can do nothing but wait. Wait for what? My freedom, time, money, opportunity, the liveliness of a young 20-something year old (or again, maybe my apathy is showing). But sometimes I genuinely feel like I can only sit and wait for my time to come when I can truly live my life (Rapunzel's song "When Will My Life Begin" constantly plays through my head during a time like this). I wonder what I can do to bring myself closer to achieving these goals. As an underage teenager still in high school with limited freedom, my circle of ability to transcend my current state of mediocrity extends no further than the boundaries of this town (or my apathy is showing again).
But this brings me back to my original question: what can I do to achieve my goals? realize my dreams? I wonder what my life will be like, if I can actually do what I want to do, be what I want to be. Will I live up to my potential? Or will I wallow in mediocrity? Only time will tell, and my effort and actions will influence the outcome.
Friday, April 24, 2015
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