Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I'm looking foreword to ending summer school. I'm excited because I finally get to sleep in and do what I want to do. I don't have to worry about waking up early and getting things done on time. I can finally get more hours in at work, so I don't have to worry about not getting paid enough. I'm looking foreword to being able to do what I want to in the mornings. I can actually go out and stay up later because I don't have school in the morning. I'm juiced for senior year! It's about to be the sweetest thing. I'm not looking foreword to taking the SAT again and filling out applications for colleges but I'm looking foreword to New Orleans during spring break! I'm going with some pretty cool people and it's about to be a wicked experience. I get to help people so that's fun. I'm looking foreword to starting life, starting out a new page and creating my life story.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I saw this photo and right away I thought it was a perfect picture to describe myself. First off I like the colors. It just stands out. I like that it has a sense of being powerful. The sky in a way represents that I will eventually obtain my goals once I truly grow up from a little plant. The picture is also very bright which makes me think that I am lighting up my journey to become who I was truly meant to be. I also think in my life there are people there holding me up and helping me to grow and eventually reach my fullest potential. I'm just a little plant right now and I'm still growing.
I'd have to say that one of the best moments in my life was the day our family got the news that we could bring my little brother home. He had been in the hospital for about 4 and a half months. He was born with a hole in his lungs, so he was immediately taken to ICU and kept there for the longest time. We had to be really careful when we visited him, especially with washing our hands. But I liked washing my hands because the hospital had this funny scrubber that we would use and this huge tub,that could fit at least two people in, for a sink. He was moved from hospital to hospital, but that's alright they usually had a play room that I could play in. And they fed me all the time so that was a plus. In the play room they had a fridge that you could take whatever you wanted out of it. And my older brother and I definitely took advantage of that. My little brother is a healthy boy now. He's ten years old, and he comes up to my chin. He loves sports, basketball, baseball, soccer, swimming, you name it he does it. He has more energy than the energizer bunny. The only negative that came out of his hard time is that he is partially deaf. Deaf enough that his language is delayed and he needs to wear hearing aids. But that doesn't ever stop me from loving him. He's an adorable miracle, and I love him.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
“Acceptance is not submission; it is acknowledgement of the facts of a situation. Then deciding what you're going to do about it.”
In Diary 8 I noticed that some people will go the distance to be acceptted. This one particular girl makes the decision to let others degrad her to be somewhat "accepted" into the culture. I think by reading this story it makes me even more willing to not accept socity's views. A lot of this degrading behavior happens in life, there's really no escape from being confronted by the situation. The only thing that can be done is deciding not to give into the confrentation. You have to be stronger than the force placed upon you. I think it most likely happens because we as humans feel such a great desire for acceptance. We crave it and we thrive upon it. It places us in a belonging place. That's the ultimate place we search for; a place of our own.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Have you ever had "just one of those days"? Like the day where everything just seems to be going wrong. And when you finally when you think it's all over it just hits you again? There has to be like an alarm that goes off and says "Oh Andrea is too happy right now, we have to change that." It makes me so angry sometimes that I can't possibly seem to change my circumstances. I always know to look on the brighter side, but sometimes it's just so difficult. For example: I got a really sweet job offer, and I was all excited because, well I NEED the money. And even though I have a job already another side one wouldn't hurt, least not in my opinion. Well anyways for some reason my mother didn't want me to do it, and it's just so stupid. It's actually extremly stupid. Like really I actually want to work (unlike most kids these days) , I'm actually trying to help my family out. Especially since ovver spring break of next year I'll be going to New Orleans to help people there build houses, it's apart of a class. So basically we fly there, we help, we create change. But you need to pay $900. Last year I went to Mexico for the same cause, and I wanted to go so badly I told my parents not to get me anything for my birthday but just to pay for this trip. So me trying to help them out should relieve some stress, but no, it just creates more.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Being a child you tend to grasp on to things that seem magical, somewhat like Disney type magic. I've always been a little different in the way I grasp my concepts. I think the factor behind that is that I grew up with an older brother. I'm not a tomboy but I definitely have some qualities of a tomboy. Especially the thrill danger brings. For me getting a tattoo is something that is in a small way viwed as rebellious or "dangerous." I've always wanted a tattoo. Ever since I can remember I've wanted one. I remember being tweleve and wanting a little blue star tattoo behind my left ear. But then over the last few years I've definitley changed my mind. I don't want that star because many people have it now. And I want to be at least somewhat original. I always said that if I were to ever really follow through with my tattoo then it would have to have some meaning behind it. It couldn't just be something withoutout a meaning. I'm not going to be wasting my money on something that later will have no realvence to the person I will eventually become. I am more than 99% positive that my first tattoo will be a dove, more specially the Dove from the childhood bible story Noah's Ark. My tattoo is extremely representaive of my faith and my journey through life. To me that Dove represented hope. Just like the dove gave hope to Noah before the rainbow, that's what my tattoo will do for me whenever I see it, or at least that's what I believe it will do for me.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I believe that we have the ability to create our own happiness. I believe that the true source of our happiness is created within us. We are given the ability to choose that happiness. In 2000 my little brother was born with a hole in his lung. He wasn't expected to live very long. That didn't stop our family from going to the hospital everyday to see him. We chose to focus on the present time. We decided to share happy times with eachother. My brother didn't need for us to pity him he needed us to believe in him. We had to choose to be happy. By creating an atmosphere of happiness we are given something special to believe in. I've always been a high spirited and optimistic women. I always aim to try to extract the good in bad situations, no matter what that situation may be. I can recall many high points in high school but I certainly can't forget the low ones. But if there's something that I realized is that bad things will happen- they always do. But good things will happen too. It's what I decide to focus upon. That decision is entirely up to me. I can choose to see the happiness of life or focus on the worries of life. No one can make me happy, but I can choose happiness. As I continue to journey through life I've come to one real distinctive realization. That is that if I try to be happy within my life then I will eventually achieve that happiness. It's about what you put into it. "Happiness is not a situation to be longed for, or a convergence of lucky happystance. Through the power of our own mind we can help ourselves."