boy, it’s been awhile. I’m in need of a rant, shall we?
10 things I’d like to say, to 10 people.
(done before, overrated, I don’t really give a shit)
#1: Just off the top of my head, I thought of you. I don’t like you. I don’t know you, yet, I don’t like you. The couple of times I’ve heard words come out of your mouth, they’ve been annoying and unsatisfying to the ears. You come off as a bitch, and from your driving ability, in which you suck, it makes you even more of a bitch. Please, I’d rather not tailgate you again to get you to pull over in the damn parking lot so I can get through. thanks.
#2: My dear, I love you to death, although quite recently you’ve been driving me nuts. It seems as though you try and push me away, but I’m sure you don’t see it as such. Give me a phone call, a text message, or something to make it seem like you still give a shit. Because quite frankly, I do still give a shit. So, ask me to kick it, because I’ve tried bunches, and you have not.
#3: Three years later and it’s as awkward as ever. I don’t want you to mope around to me, it’s not going to work. Pick your ass off the ground and do something with your life instead of complain about it. You aren’t the only person who is having a tough time, deal with it, and move on. For fucks sake, every day is a rough day, and every day is something to complain about. Especially over facebook statuses. Complaining over a FB status is the new complaining over a myspace bulletin. But this is worse, because, no matter what, it shows up in my newsfeed and I’ve got to look at it.
#4: Well we’re in a pickle aren’t we? She’s dissapointed in me, while nobody else can be dissapointed because they don’t know, we’ve got ourselves the situation of a life time. Let’s not fuck it up though. Please? Show me you care, and then we can get this show on the road.
#5: This one is for the tattoo guy: I’d like you to get back from Europe so you can reply to my e-mail, and we can set this whole appointment up. (somebody lend me 50 bucks so I can make the 100 dollar deposit).
#6: You are adorable, and you are adorable, and you two combined is just one adorable mess. I mean c’mon, stop being all cute and what-not, because I can’t wait to play wingman this Wednesday so we can finally stop pretending and get this going for-realsies.
#7: Your company is annoying, and your presence pisses me off. If you say you are going to do something, then do it. It’d help me out a lot when I come back from outdoor school and don’t have to worry about it, but of course, you didn’t do it. So now I’m here, with a shit ton of stuff, and you decide to pile more shit on me. Because it’s not my fault. Of course not. fuck you.
#8: Thank you for listening, you actually support who I am, and what I plan on doing. For once somebody gives a shit, awesome. Let’s kick it more, ya? I agree.
#9: I enjoy 2nd period with you, because, getting to know the nerdy amazing freshman is really something awesome. No saracasm should be detected, because there happens to be zip. But seriously, I’m gonna be sad at the end of the year when I’m all gone, and you kiddies are by yourself. Sad day.
#10: I miss you. And our trio of awesome. Kindergarten through 8th grade was the shit, I wish we could get that back. May we try? It was really amazing, and I’d hate to fuck it up. (: please, lets.
Heeellloooo Freshman! Welcome to the brilliant, thriving, wonderful place I like to call Wilson High School. Here at good ole’ Woody High, we don’t like to follow the stereotypes of high school musical, or Glee (although I am royally obsessed with that show). We like to do thing’s to our own tune. I hope you’ll forgive us. It’s just that, we don’t all know the lyrics to some songs, and not all of us have memorized the dance moves to those songs, so we can’t break out in a musical phenomena. Our bad. But, if you do follow these simple rules, you just might get by.
#1 : Security guards my ass.
As a middle schooler, you’re safely guarded by your principal and your lovely homeroom teachers. Here at Wilson, you get to be guarded by security guards. HA. This is a joke. Our security guards can be some of the chillest people at the school, and if you play your cards right, you can really get out of some sticky situations. Always act like you’re having a conversation when you go off campus for lunch, they don’t like to interrupt people. Just act like nothing’s wrong (even if something is) and they won’t bug you. They really aren’t scary.
#2 : This ain’t your middle school bullshit.
Please for the love of god, get over the fact that you couldn’t fit into a clique in middle school. If they didn’t like you then, they probably won’t like you now. This leaves room for some glorious opportunities though! High School doesn’t play by the ‘cool’ rules. Not fitting in with one group leaves room for you to go to another group. There is room for literally everybody at Wilson. If the people you hang out with now treat you like crap (admit it if they do, you’re only hurting yourself if you’re lying), then high school will be great for you to get out of your shell, and to finally get some real friends.
#3 : beware the cafeteria.
I don’t even remember the last time I ate in the cafeteria. I guess the majority of the time I spent my high school life down there was freshman year, but ever since then I haven’t set foot in there. I mean, yes, people eat down there, it’s the purpose of the CAFEteria. Usually though, people stick to the hallways. Don’t worry about Sue Brent, and that other lady who’s always telling people to stop eating, they’ll walk away and you can get back to your business: eating your lunch. For some reason, nobody checks the math hall. Or they do, and they don’t care. So go down there, you won’t get in trouble. There are too many kids down there. hahaha.
#4 : Start, before it’s too late. because sooner or later, it will be.
For the love of god that is holy, please get involved. Getting involved in high school will do wonders for you. Getting involved means that you will meet new people with the same interests as you, and it looks great on college applications, and job resumes. Plus, it gives you a feeling of accomplishment! This also goes for getting good grades. You better step up your game if you slacked off in middle school. This is the big leagues. We don’t take your crap, especially during finals week.
#5 : Peer pressure = dumb.
Remember back in the day (probably this past year) when you took health, and they told you all the dangers of peer pressure? Sure it exists, but not in the way you think. If somebody offers you a beer, or some weed, and you say no? Guess what? they do not care. Once you get to this age, people are mature enough to respect that you don’t want to smoke, or drink, and they’re okay with that. Seriously, nobody cares if you don’t want too. It’s not going to make you look less “cool” or anything, you just don’t want any. You don’t have to be like “no man, drinkings bad” or “no, i don’t do drugs.” All you really have to say “nah, I’m fine” and what will they do? “Alright”. THEY DO NOT CARE.
#6 : HAVE FUN!
Such a cliche rule. But really, these really ARE the best 4 years of your life. It’s the LAST 4 years until you get to live on your own, and …. pay bills. Or go to college. It’s the last years that if you fuck up, the worst that happens is that you get grounded. But at least you’ve still got a roof over your head, and food to put into your belly. Out of high school? That doesn’t happen. So have fun! Take it seriously, but then again, don’t. Get outside, meet new people, be crazy! It’s the one time in your life where you get to really be yourself.
I’ve been obsessed with the shins.
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In order to get into the thriving, brilliant oasis that is Western Washington University, I have to step up my game. By alot. My stupid freshman and sophomore year fucked me over, now I’ve got an awful GPA, and the average GPA for Western is a 3.5. Yikes. Let’s just say that’s not what I’ve acquired. Luckily for me, Western doesn’t have a minimum GPA! yay! I just have to get some kick-ass test scores, and write the best essay they’ve ever seen, cross my fingers, and pray.
Friday was my eventful return from outdoor school. This week was the first week of the spring session, and it was the most stressful, tiresome, incredibly hard week of my life. But, although it was immensely difficult, it was the most rewarding. I learned so much about myself, and the world around me, more-so than any other week. The kids, although some were poo’s, were amazing. I learned so much from them, and on thursday, I bawled like a baby, then was subsequently emotionally comforted by a 12 year old. A 12 year old who had been giving me sass the whole week. Namanu is home. Namanu is reality. It’s the one place where you can be, and not be judged, not be made fun of. It’s the one place in the whole world where you can go, and be yourself. The 6th graders don’t realize it, but they teach the student leaders what it’s like to be silly. They teach us what it’s like to be a kid again, because that opportunity rarely passes us by anymore. At Outdoor school, not only do you recognize the pure need to be silly every once in awhile, but you get to step back and see how much better the world is in the forest. If only for one week, you become best friends with people who you would never fathom talking to in a school environment, and your inside jokes are things that are meaningless, and stupid to the outside world. You talk, share stories, sob, and laugh together as if you had known eachother for years. That’s the thing about outdoor school. It’s not awkward. The minute you step onto that soil, you’re immediately family. You’re not with strangers, people aren’t going to not talk to you, or give you funny looks. You’re welcome, and invited warmly with open arms. Even if you’re a first timer, you’re joyfully invited to the clique of returners. There are no little “groups” like a school, there is only one. And that is everybody. It sounds cheesy, and cliche, but it’s so true. Everything about outdoor school is magical.
Now, something different about this week, that was different from every other week I’ve had. This week, was the most challenging, and most difficult week of outdoor school I have ever encountered. Even the staff members agreed. All of the student leaders broke down crying on Thursday night from all the stress, and weight on our shoulders. The thing that was different about this week, was that these kids have gone through things not even a grown man can say he’s experienced. This is at the age of 12. It’s hard to be enthusiastic, caring, and cheerful for kids who don’t reward us with the same attitude back. But, we do it anyways. Even on Friday, we were continuing to struggle with getting kids to sing with us while waiting to enter the dining hall, and a problem that weaved it’s way throughout the week was the dining hall noise. No matter what we could do, it never went down. Inappropriate conversations ran amuck, flirting, and at one point, stealing. The thing that made the whole week worthwhile, was seeing 75% of those sassy, attitude-giving, back-talking kids cry when getting on the bus. When the ESL kids were the first kids to raise they’re hand when I asked for a volunteer to read. When the girl who just moved here from Africa got really into the field study, and continually asked questions. That, although it may not have seemed like we were affecting their lives, the way we still cared through the back-talking, and sassy attitudes, made them realize that we will always be there for them. And we did change their life in that small time capsule. I was proud of every one of my students. Not one of them proved me wrong in the fact that every child has the amazing capability to do something great. These kids, had so much perserverence, and interest, although it didn’t seem like it. They were indeed paying attention, they listened, were focused, and were hilarious! I know for a fact, that the girls in my cabin will continue to grow, thrive, and live, and will succeed greatly in the years to come. I truly believe this. This week was excellent, and although it may have been pesky, it was amazing. I learned so much from the experience, and gained so much knowledge on life to get me going for awhile. I thank all the sixth graders who tought me this week.
She’s dressed as Musafa. How could this not be a good idea?