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
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Two Birds with One Stone
We are only two months into the 2014 year. And within these two months I've lost two people who were so dear to me and my family.
On January 6,2014, I lost my uncle Angel. And an angel he was. Serving in the US Army for only 8 years until he became very ill and was unable to retire as a US veteran. He became unable to walk after serving in places like Germany, The Panama Invasion, Morocco, Korea and the Desert Storm. The last eight years he had seen or, at least try to, watch his little girl grow up. Beautiful, tall, big brown eyes and that long curly brown hair, you know he was related to me. The Saturday before my uncle passed away we saw him suffering from ammonia. This happened because the nursing home (an yes he was in a nursing since the age of 40) was infected by the flu. He began to cough up mucus so I took my siblings and my little cousin with me to the car to play with the cars. We saw these biker dudes walking inside so we followed them only to find out they were there for Angel.
Latin Bikers. All of Latin origin, and all serving in the military. You were able to related to them so much is was like they were family too.
Monday morning came and I did my usual school routine. Get up, take a shower, eat breakfast, say Our Father and a Hail Mary. I begged God to end my uncles suffering. When I go home from school, my dad watched me enter the car and he said those dreadful words, "your uncle is in a better place." I cried so much. An uncle that was ten years younger than dad but helped him so much through life, family and the military. Unfortunately they were never able to serve together. Not one of my fathers seven brothers. none of them.
But today February 22, 2014 I lost another family member. My abuelo, my grandfather. He was 12 years older than my dad but he began to suffer so much. HE went to church every Saturday. It didn't matter where. As long as it was a church and they greeted him with open arms he came. When he would stay in the United States for six months, I went to church with him. I earned and I followed his footsteps. "Deje de llorar." He would say. "Stop crying."
He was in the military too. In Panama. Knowing Omar Turijillos and many more Famous Panamanians, he was one that was taken away during the Panama Invasion. He never told anyone what happened to him during those few years and today no one bothered to ask.
But today at 7:24 a.m. My mom was crying for my abuelo had passed away. He slipped in the shower and hit his head. The ambulance came but after a hour of trying to get him to respond they reported him as being dead. Today we were going to a sparring seminar in Tampa but after getting those news I would rather have the day of rest my grandfather was unable to have today.
So for that I say Rest in Peace my two beautiful angels for I know you are watching over us.
On January 6,2014, I lost my uncle Angel. And an angel he was. Serving in the US Army for only 8 years until he became very ill and was unable to retire as a US veteran. He became unable to walk after serving in places like Germany, The Panama Invasion, Morocco, Korea and the Desert Storm. The last eight years he had seen or, at least try to, watch his little girl grow up. Beautiful, tall, big brown eyes and that long curly brown hair, you know he was related to me. The Saturday before my uncle passed away we saw him suffering from ammonia. This happened because the nursing home (an yes he was in a nursing since the age of 40) was infected by the flu. He began to cough up mucus so I took my siblings and my little cousin with me to the car to play with the cars. We saw these biker dudes walking inside so we followed them only to find out they were there for Angel.
Latin Bikers. All of Latin origin, and all serving in the military. You were able to related to them so much is was like they were family too.
Monday morning came and I did my usual school routine. Get up, take a shower, eat breakfast, say Our Father and a Hail Mary. I begged God to end my uncles suffering. When I go home from school, my dad watched me enter the car and he said those dreadful words, "your uncle is in a better place." I cried so much. An uncle that was ten years younger than dad but helped him so much through life, family and the military. Unfortunately they were never able to serve together. Not one of my fathers seven brothers. none of them.
But today February 22, 2014 I lost another family member. My abuelo, my grandfather. He was 12 years older than my dad but he began to suffer so much. HE went to church every Saturday. It didn't matter where. As long as it was a church and they greeted him with open arms he came. When he would stay in the United States for six months, I went to church with him. I earned and I followed his footsteps. "Deje de llorar." He would say. "Stop crying."
He was in the military too. In Panama. Knowing Omar Turijillos and many more Famous Panamanians, he was one that was taken away during the Panama Invasion. He never told anyone what happened to him during those few years and today no one bothered to ask.
But today at 7:24 a.m. My mom was crying for my abuelo had passed away. He slipped in the shower and hit his head. The ambulance came but after a hour of trying to get him to respond they reported him as being dead. Today we were going to a sparring seminar in Tampa but after getting those news I would rather have the day of rest my grandfather was unable to have today.
So for that I say Rest in Peace my two beautiful angels for I know you are watching over us.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Your Mouth is Telling a Lie
In my opinion this says so much. When you are talking to that one person you know what to say but sometimes when they talk to you its just like... "I want to be the cool kid." "I want to be different." "I Want to stand out." But can't you stand out by the way you act? Be a nicer person. Be truthful to friends. To your family. To your teachers. And especially be truthful to yourself. Even if you think you aren't the prettiest girl or cutest boy in the world, just say to yourself you are beautiful or you are handsome. Walk down that hallway at school, at work anywhere, like you own you and not no one will be able to hurt you.
Your eyes can tell someone more about you than yourself. They can show sadness, happiness and even depression and tiredness. one glimpse of someone's eyes can mean something different to anyone but it takes one person to make a difference. Instead of running your mouth with these lies and mistruths, tell a story with your eyes only.
I mean yea it's ok to say a mistruth here and there but a few years from now that lie you told that one kid in 7th grade, he'll remember it. Every detail from the day it happened to exactly the way you said it. Think about it.
Talk to someone with only your eyes to be the narrator.
Something New
So I decided today to start a blog. Not only because its part o and English assignment but because maybe ill be able to open up my mind more. I'm not that smart especially compared to all the other kids at my school. and sometimes it just breaks me down a little. I'm not here to complain or anything I'm just here to write.
ill write anything from advice to how my day was an even to what ill have for dinner. its just a way for me to escape a little.
So right now I'm here open to anyone’s advice on how to write a blog. I don’t mind any topics that could write about either. I’m up for anything.
Ill probably write later tonight once I get my mind cleared up today. So much has been stressing me out an I don’t like it. I'm a little worried about my AP test today. I hope I did good I studied and I mean a lot. From Princeton review to actually reading the chapters, notes and study guides all over again.
This ice cream truck music is actually putting a smile on my face. And again I'm sorry if this isn’t a blog you would rate a 10 for but its just my first blog.
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