Student Teacher

Every once in a while, we get a student teacher that helps out in band/choir/etc. The last one we had was... okay, just a little harder to get along with. She was good; she knew what she was talking about. Anyways, this year, we have a student teacher again. I'm not in any of these classes this semester, however, I do go into the band room during piano, which is during my lunch. Usually, I cannot wait for the student teacher to leave. It's just easier with our regular director. This year, though, she is fabulous! I am so sad that this is her last week. I hope I get to keep in touch with her. I know she will be a wonderful teacher someday. She is the kind of person that when you first meet her, you feel like you've known her your whole life. She's incredible. Friday is her last day and I'll be so sad to see her go. I am so thankful that our paths crossed, though. Best of wishes to her! 

College

I am so stressed out about this college stuff! Why can't I find scholarships to help me? I can't decide where I want to go because I don't know if the money will be there or not. It's so aggravating. It's hard enough to choose. What if I don't choose the right school and hate it? What if I pay all this money for something that's not even going to help me in the future? Will choosing one school instead of another change my life for the better or for the worse? I don't want to make this decision. Someone else make it for me. Everyone says it's what I want to do. Well, I don't know what I want! I want to go to this school for that reason and that school for this reason. What reason is stronger? I HAVE NO IDEA! It's all so overwhelming. I have to deal with this and two honors classes, a college class, and a regular class this semester. Teachers at school say we should have this figured out. How can I have it figured out if I don't know what kind of money I'll have? Juggling school, work, and life decisions, it's no wonder us teens are so stressed out and moody. 

Thanksgiving Month

Guess what, everyone! November is coming quick and it's time for the annual challenge! The Thanksgiving Challenge. One of my very good friends decided a few years ago, that every day in November, we should pick something to be thankful for. Every day. Even when life is so tough, we can always find something we are thankful for! I challenge each and every one of you to be thankful for at least one thing every day in November! I will post mine, hopefully, on facebook! I hope everyone participates this year! We always associate November or Thanksgiving with food. Let's remember the real meaning this year! (:

The Moon Can Shine Brighter Than The Sun

I'm sorry I haven't posted in forever, but here's a poem that I decided that I would write tonight and if anyone has thoughts or suggestions that would be awesome. :P

            The Moon can Shine Brighter than the Sun

I may not be perfect.

I don’t have the prettiest teeth,

Or the best smile.

Sure, she’s prettier than me.

I may not be rich.

I may not get everything I want,

And sure I complain a lot.

I don’t have the most talent.

Never do I wear make-up anymore,

And I don’t spend hours on my hair.

I’m not a genius,

My eyes aren’t anything special,

I don’t always know what to do,

Or even what to say.

Sometimes, I just want to be alone,

In the peace and quiet.

And something that I learned,

Is that I may not be perfect,

But sometimes,

The moon can shine brighter than the sun. 

My Pappap Fletcher

So, lately I've been a little stressed. My grandfather, who, (God Bless him,) is 90 years old, has been in the hospital for about a week and a half. He passed out walking up the stairs to church, which he faithfully attends every single mass he can, so like 4-6 times a week. He has Mersa and an infection in him lungs. I look up to my grandfather so much. Even though he is in the hospital and can only go from his bed to the chair and the bathroom, gives all the nurses and doctors "hell". Haha, or as he calls it he is straightening them out. His legs have hurt him bad for years and at home he has a lazy boy chair and always has his feet up, well at the hospital his chair didn't have a leg rest. He was also complaining about not having a table big enough to hold anything. So, today when I walk into his room, he is in a chair with a leg rest and has a table beside his bed filled with all his stuff the family keeps bringing him, (pop, candies, etc..) I told him that I saw he got his table and he said, "You're Damn Right I Did, and I'm a be gettin a shave and anything else I want." Haha. God, I love him so much. All the nurses love him, he teases and jokes around with anyone and everyone. The thing that makes him happy the most is just having someone to talk to. Most of my family is there every day and just sits and listens, he will repeat himself and a lot of the stuff doesn't make much sense, but we all love him so much and I, personally, like listening to his stories. He is one of the most important people in my life. We are hoping he's gonna get to come home in about a month, so, please keep him in your prayers. <3

It's Just Me

One day I laughed at the one thing I realized I had. I had something no one could ever take from me. What I realized I had, was the ability to be… me. I laughed because out of everything I have, this was the one thing that was truly mine and I’d never even realized how important that was. I mean if I could say to someone who thought they’d lost everything, “At least you still have you,” what would they say to me? Would they laugh and smile, or just cry? I mean it’s a question I ask myself. I have my personality. I am who I am. There is no one else I can be. And no one can ever be me. No matter how hard they try they can never be, me. I am one. And I am the only me. There will never be another me. So, don’t lose sight of who you are, because who you are, is the only thing you’ll ever truly be.