Friday, March 28, 2014
Excited
Okay so today I asked my boyfriend when exactly he was leaving to basic training because I decided to make him a lot of OPEN WHEN letters. Right now I have 70 topics and hopefully when he leaves in a few months I'll have them all ready.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Enough
This week hasn't been a good week. Although my mom came back my week was still bad. School has reached my level of patience. Teachers are giving me a hard time and I'm at the point where I say to myself, "why do I waste my time of that?" I know that school isn't meant to be easy but it's not suppose to give you a hard time. Some teachers are so ugh I feel like meh when I go to class.
There's this one teacher than everyone likes and she was out for a few days unexpectingly. She usually tells us that she will not be at school or in the classroom a certain day. The first day she was gone everyone was asking around trying to figure out what happened. The second day we began to worry. Finally yesterday we were freaking out. And it wasn't until afterschool she sent out a Remind101 text (you send a code to a number and a teacher sends out a mass text to everyone registered but you can't respond) saying that she was going to be back today. Then she said our quiz was being moved to Monday, along with our twenty five question study guide, chart, and a set of twelve questions. Then she moved our E.E. (extended essay) until AFTER our AP Exam. Oh the joy I had when I saw those messages on the bus ride home.
Anyways I've spent two days, Wednesday and Thursday, pulling off all nighters to do my chemistry project that was due today, study for my chemistry test today, study for my German test yesterday, studying for an academic test for ROTC that can give me a chance to be recommended by the Area Manager to the Naval Academy and I've spent everyday this week at my Taekwondo studio for at least three ours practicing for my tournament tomorrow. What joy (sarcastic tone there). I honestly need a break.
The only thing that keeps me going right now is that next week is a four day week and that fourth day is our field trip to IOA. So it's more like a three day week. After that.... SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There's this one teacher than everyone likes and she was out for a few days unexpectingly. She usually tells us that she will not be at school or in the classroom a certain day. The first day she was gone everyone was asking around trying to figure out what happened. The second day we began to worry. Finally yesterday we were freaking out. And it wasn't until afterschool she sent out a Remind101 text (you send a code to a number and a teacher sends out a mass text to everyone registered but you can't respond) saying that she was going to be back today. Then she said our quiz was being moved to Monday, along with our twenty five question study guide, chart, and a set of twelve questions. Then she moved our E.E. (extended essay) until AFTER our AP Exam. Oh the joy I had when I saw those messages on the bus ride home.
Anyways I've spent two days, Wednesday and Thursday, pulling off all nighters to do my chemistry project that was due today, study for my chemistry test today, study for my German test yesterday, studying for an academic test for ROTC that can give me a chance to be recommended by the Area Manager to the Naval Academy and I've spent everyday this week at my Taekwondo studio for at least three ours practicing for my tournament tomorrow. What joy (sarcastic tone there). I honestly need a break.
The only thing that keeps me going right now is that next week is a four day week and that fourth day is our field trip to IOA. So it's more like a three day week. After that.... SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Y.E.L.L. Y.E.L.L. Everybody YELL YELL
On March 1st another event occurred. For the first time I attended the annual YELL conference hosted by the YELL Organization of my high school. Last year I wasn't able to attended for multiple reasons. In all honesty, I was glad I was able to attend this year even if many people said it was not as good as last year.
There were many presenters in the YELL Conference and each of them had there own story. The two I thought were the best were the first and the last presenters. Mr. Story Musgrave and Ms. Jessica King had outshined everyone else that day.
Mr. Musgrave was a former NASA astronaut as well as a former Marine. He grew up as a farm boy taking care of the family farm from the early age of 12. Mr. Musgrave was exposed to mechanics daily and soon dropped out of high school to join the Marines Corps in 1953. In 1967, he was selected to become an astronaut for NASA. He was the only person to go into orbit in the 5 different Space Shuttles with the exception of John Glen. Finally in 1997 he retired from NASA in continuing his life and family. Today he has a seven year old daughter who is involved in mechanics as well as in other areas such as art, nature and animals.
Not only was I able to experience great presenters, a tragedy happened. My best friend, a mixed Colombian and Venezuelan received terrifying news in the middle of Ms. King's presentation. With family in Venezuela and the many protests and conflicts the worst is imaginable. His uncle, a role model to him, a person he lived with while he lived in Venezuela and his mother in the United States, was shot at a protest near his home. Along with the one hundred bodies, his uncle was among one of them. Of course news like this can affect someone with tears or perhaps with silence and this time it was silence. Nothing that I was able t do could cheer him up. All I could do was just hug him.
There were many presenters in the YELL Conference and each of them had there own story. The two I thought were the best were the first and the last presenters. Mr. Story Musgrave and Ms. Jessica King had outshined everyone else that day.
Mr. Musgrave was a former NASA astronaut as well as a former Marine. He grew up as a farm boy taking care of the family farm from the early age of 12. Mr. Musgrave was exposed to mechanics daily and soon dropped out of high school to join the Marines Corps in 1953. In 1967, he was selected to become an astronaut for NASA. He was the only person to go into orbit in the 5 different Space Shuttles with the exception of John Glen. Finally in 1997 he retired from NASA in continuing his life and family. Today he has a seven year old daughter who is involved in mechanics as well as in other areas such as art, nature and animals.
Not only was I able to experience great presenters, a tragedy happened. My best friend, a mixed Colombian and Venezuelan received terrifying news in the middle of Ms. King's presentation. With family in Venezuela and the many protests and conflicts the worst is imaginable. His uncle, a role model to him, a person he lived with while he lived in Venezuela and his mother in the United States, was shot at a protest near his home. Along with the one hundred bodies, his uncle was among one of them. Of course news like this can affect someone with tears or perhaps with silence and this time it was silence. Nothing that I was able t do could cheer him up. All I could do was just hug him.
100 With Only Two Zeros
OK so I know I haven't posted anything in the past week but I'm sorry!!!! A few things happened though.
Firs things first. This past Saturday was a week that my grandfather had past away. The family buried him on Thursday of last week. I was trying to get a hold of y mom that day but it didn't work out that well. Turns out that none of my cousins wanted to help with the funeral so she had to work on it by herself. Being the oldest daughter, she was to dress him to put him in the coffin with her younger sister. Her younger sister gave my mom attitude of whether or not to dress hi in a certain set of clothes. I find that completely ridiculous. Like why would you fight with your sister the day of your father's funeral? It doesn't make sense to me to do such thing.
Anyways after asking my grandfather's former church to help in raising money for the funeral, it wasn't until Monday that one of the church officers came by and offered us a check. It wasn't much. Only $100. It's honestly better than nothing. After giving us his condolences, I starred at the check s if another zero would magically be written there. But there wasn't. I called my mom that afternoon and told her that the check will be sent to her. She was happy.
Here I am writing this blog and outside its raining. Just like on Thursday, the day of the funeral, it rained too. I know why. He was accepted into Heaven as one of God's angels watching over his family silently. His voice still wanders in my mind and I know that every piece of advice that he has given me, there was still more to come.
Like my grandfather always said, "hija siempre ore."
Daughter always pray.
RIP Eliseo Sanchez
November 4 1946 - February 22, 2014
source: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=gods+angels&FORM=HDRSC2#view=detail&id=F0B991F2427FC03096E12DA8AF463047FB3601E7&selectedIndex=3
Firs things first. This past Saturday was a week that my grandfather had past away. The family buried him on Thursday of last week. I was trying to get a hold of y mom that day but it didn't work out that well. Turns out that none of my cousins wanted to help with the funeral so she had to work on it by herself. Being the oldest daughter, she was to dress him to put him in the coffin with her younger sister. Her younger sister gave my mom attitude of whether or not to dress hi in a certain set of clothes. I find that completely ridiculous. Like why would you fight with your sister the day of your father's funeral? It doesn't make sense to me to do such thing.
Anyways after asking my grandfather's former church to help in raising money for the funeral, it wasn't until Monday that one of the church officers came by and offered us a check. It wasn't much. Only $100. It's honestly better than nothing. After giving us his condolences, I starred at the check s if another zero would magically be written there. But there wasn't. I called my mom that afternoon and told her that the check will be sent to her. She was happy.
Here I am writing this blog and outside its raining. Just like on Thursday, the day of the funeral, it rained too. I know why. He was accepted into Heaven as one of God's angels watching over his family silently. His voice still wanders in my mind and I know that every piece of advice that he has given me, there was still more to come.
Like my grandfather always said, "hija siempre ore."
Daughter always pray.
RIP Eliseo Sanchez
November 4 1946 - February 22, 2014
source: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=gods+angels&FORM=HDRSC2#view=detail&id=F0B991F2427FC03096E12DA8AF463047FB3601E7&selectedIndex=3
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