Rules for High School #1: Middle School Graduation

So I'm really very good about updating this riiiight?

not.

I just have nothing to say about anything! So let's start a new segment.

*dun dun dun dun!*

Rules for High School to be Cool and not a Fool like a Mule at a Pool.

As a high school senior, I'd say my ethos is pretty high! And I have learned alot, mostly that it's nothing like what people tell you it's going to be. Truly, it's something you have to experience for yourself. Also, I realize that my two named followers are both also high school seniors and definitely don't need to be reading this, but maybe some anonymous apprehensive middle schooler will stumble upon this and learn a thing or two. Plus it'd be fun to write :)

1. There is absolutely no reason you should cry at your middle school graduation.

Just throwing that one out there. While there are a few events during middle school where it is acceptable to shed a sophisticated tear or too (when saying goodbye to a life changing teacher or watching the slideshow of pictures of you and your friends), the graduation ceremony itself is no time to begin the waterworks. First of all, chances are that you have brought your entire family, and that your friends and even those kids you don't know have also brought all of their families. This ends up being a lot of people and a lot of awkward pictures in front of the venue. If you cry and end up looking like a wet raccoon, you're only going to add to the awkwardness of said pictures and you will not look back at graduation as a warm and fuzzy event. Secondly, a middle school graduation isn't a warm and fuzzy event. It's a weird thing where you're not really graduating from anything except from some of the most awkward years of your life. You can't stop schooling after middle school and expect to get a job with that flashy middle school diploma.

But the most common reason to cry at a middle school graduation is the fact that you might possibly never see some of the people again because they decide to transfer schools for whatever reason. I have one response to this excuse: get over it. A middle school graduation does not represent you "leaving the nest" or going off to some big city to start a new chapter of your life, it means that you're going to the big kid school down the street from your old school. And guess what? 99.9% of your friends are going there too. Sure you might be losing one of your school buds to an expensive private school, but also realize that there are 3 months between the graduation and the first day of high school. You and your friend will have plenty of time to see each other over the summer and surprise! It is possible to keep in touch with friends that don't go to your school. If you really care enough about a person who is moving away, you will make an effort to see them no matter the distance. And if you're not willing to go that distance, it's not worth wasting your tears on them at graduation.

So there you have it folks. Rule number 1. No crying at your middle school graduation.

Goodbye Winter Blahs!

And say hello to sunshine on bare shoulders, lemonade by an orange sunset and long walks and precious talks. I guess it's not really that time of the year yet seeing as it's only starting to get nicer out, but the few days that the sun decides to peek out and warm us up just gets me more and more excited for the summer that I know is coming.

But for now, I'm still in my rush mode, and have been since mid-February. Theres mock trial and band and humanities and band and ISA and humanities and band and band and band. I swear I have never been busier than I am this semester, and I'm loving it more than ever. Usually, I tend to favor busy weekends, but I approached what I knew would be a heavy schedule with apprehension that it would be too difficult to manage. However, I've warmed up to the superduperbusybee weekend lifestyle lately. It's possibly because I really do relish the few moments that I do get to myself at home and it doesn't really leave me time to get bored.

When I'm home I can seriously enjoy putting my feet up and watching an hour of trashy tv (Keeping up With the Kardashians = guilty pleasure) or even just relaxing to music, which is something I've never been able to do. Also I've almost gotten into wanting to keep my room neater just because I know that I won't get much time to spend in it and I'd rather have it be a sanctuary when I walk in rather than a tornado disaster zone that I don't even feel like being in.

Good things come with busy lifestyles hm?

Aaand now what do I say...

Well I feel like we've gotten to that point in our relationship where we don't really have anything to say. It's like when you only have one thing in common with someone and all you talk about is that one thing until one day you've talked about it so much that you're just like no I can't talk about our common love for green peppers any longer it's killing me. Just like that.

I do love green peppers though. I eat them in my salad at lunch. That's new this year. I figured lunch is probably my most unhealthy meal so I've been on a somewhat constant search to find healthier options. It started a couple years ago when we stopped buying Capri-Suns and started drinking water. And then recently I replaced my peanut-butter-and-nutella-sandwich-on-white-bread with a health-smealthy salad. Although it's not really thaaat healthy because I also found out that Olive Garden sells their salad dressing in fancy glass bottles and I tend to get a little crouton happy.

Or at least croutons used to make me happy. Now salad's getting kind of blah. But I remember the first week or so that I started bringing salad. I would literally spend the majority of my day thinking about how good my lunch was going to be. Maybe if we kept up that mentality on more things we could all be happier people...

Oof. No need for a real life connection. That's all for now. Byebye.

Humble Introductions

Well hey there. Before we move onto more "blog-appropriate" topics of discussion, lets clear a few things up. Well one thing really.

I'm not really exceptionally good at anything. And I never have been. Now before you write me off as either a) a self-centered brat fishing for your compliments or b) an insecure soul searching for your attention, hear me out. I don't neccessarily consider it a bad thing. In fact, I see it as one of the strongest aspects of my life and personality.

You see, when people excell at something, they know it. And when a person knows he's number one, he gets defensive about the title. But who can blame him? Being at the top definitely has its benefits and it's the goal of so many just to reach that top spot and overthrow the guy who now sits atop the ladder of success. However, when you're like me, average in just about everything you do, people don't really try to challenge you. They don't feel threatened by your presence or even your small successes because they know that you're never going to make it high enough to even potentially knock them off their thrones. This can be a beautiful thing.

When people aren't threatened by your successes, they are more apt to give you valuable advice and insight into their positions which then leads you, or in this case me, to be Little Miss Average Who Happens To Have Picked Up Alot Of Tidbits Along The Way. Or LMAWHTHPUAOTATW. Whichever you prefer.

So yeah. Call me an optomistic idealist if you want, but just know that my take on life isn't optomistic nor is it idealistic, because I'm not just trying to "make the best of the situation I'm given because I know it'll work out in the end". I'm just living life the way that it's presented to me. I can't help it if I'm enjoying being average.