September 14, 2011

September 14, 2011

Wrap up from yesterday

(10:28pm)

Okay, so I completely forgot about a bunch of things that went on today that I could have blogged about. First, I got my video up for my previous blog (High school views). It was also funny that Doña didn't know who Sheila Dixon was. Shautria Witherspoon got to meet and work with her. We had to to scrutinize our biographies, don't know what she said about mine, I'll check tomorrow. I have to get my phone anyway. I accidentally left it in her room. I got penalized for not being in my seat fast enough when Doña finished counting down. I was giving someone their chair back since I had borrowed it for something. I wanted to tell her that, but didn't want to talk back to her. She scares me more than death sometimes. I had to walk home with my AP Bio book in my bag. That probably added about 3.5 pounds to my already 5 pound bag. It felt heavy, too. I had to switch shoulders every 5 minutes or so. I saw one of my old-young friends while I was walking down the hill. I completely forgot her name. She's about 5'6", dark skinned, skinny, has glasses, braces, 10th grade.....yeah, like that helps. I got a huge hug from her though. I realized how quietly and quickly I walk. When I first saw Tiara Morales and 2 other girls walking with her (one was Kierra), I was about a hundred yards away from them. In 4 or 5 minutes time, I was almost right behind them. One of the girls got scared be cause she said she didn't even hear me come up behind. She actually saw me a hundred yards out I think. That's funny.....and a little dangerous. Skipping back to school, we had our senior meeting in the auditorium. There was one girl who I thought for certain was a sophomore or junior. She's so cute and little, fun-sized, that she just looked to young to be a senior. There's also a bunch of juniors, and Jannah Tucker (junior I think?). She actually lives not so far away from me. I'll be watching out for her on the Olympics or WNBA. Anyways, quick lesson for the young people: PAY YOUR DUES!!!! I haven't paid a penny on mine, and all $250 is due November 1. And that's double for me and Jacquynn. We had some lady from the AVID department come talk to us today. She said that the college acceptance rate for AVID scholars is in the 90s. And also, BCPS is one of the best counties for the AVID program. Since this is AVID's 10th year, and we're the graduating class that's in the decade year, the AVID committee is throwing an all out gala party to celebrate. We'll also get to sign our names and colleges that we've been accepted to, as well as how much scholarship money we received. This year, our goal is three MILLION dollars. I'm sure we can do it. I just need a computer. We also need to trust that Doña knows what she's doing. We came up with a few questions to ask the underclassmen to determine what house they should be in. Hyperion is the best house. On a side note, Ms. Lori's daughter is so adorable. She was more hyper than the last times I saw her. She was following Liz (Krupa) around like a big sister. I so wish I'd gotten a pic or video of it. I think she recognizes me a little bit. IDK, she just looked at me like she did. Skipping forward. I had to be let into my apartment complex by Mrs. Klein, or as most people calls her, Grandma. She's an 80 something retired nurse who LOVES to talk. She lives right above me on the 4th floor and is content on using the stairs. She recently had surgery on one of her legs. She didn't recognize me at all, so I had to re-introduce myself. I walked her up stairs, then went into my building. Skipping more, after I posted my blog, my mom rushed us to Bible study. Only, we didn't have Bible study, so she rushed us back home so she could go to her PTSA meeting at Owings Mills High School. I wrote a draft of my college essay for Mr. Taylor's class. My mom got home, and I checked to see if I was following all of my house mates. There's a few that I can't find. I decided to check my email, too. Mrs. Cathirell responded to my email I sent her the day she had her baby. I sent her a poem that I had written for my unborn children. I figured that since she was giving birth, it could be a gift. She loved it. I knew she would. My dad got home at around 10:25. My mom picked him up from the airport. They didn't see me at all, and I walked right past their line of site. I just brushed my teeth and went to bed....or typed. Should sleep now.

(9:15am)

I got to school at 7:28, about 5 minutes later than usual. Emoni Clouden is back. She was in New York this whole time. She only has classes on A-days. Too bad it's a B-day. She won't be here tomorrow. She has to go to New York for one more day.

(5:33pm)

I walked the long way to my apartment. I don't know why I did it. Going my usual way, it would have taken me about 20 minutes with my bag. The way I went, with how quickly I walk, took me nearly 30 minutes. Plus, that road gets dangerous. There are parts that have no side walks, so I had to walk along side the road. I was only about 2-3 feet away from traffic. I got home and nearly crashed. Plus side, I found my phone I've been using for pictures. It was by the classwork basket in Doña's room.

(8:22pm)

I love music. More specifically, I love music with a purpose. I hate it when kids look at songs I listen to and say “Man, you ain't got no real music taste”. It makes me crawl with frustration every time. Most of the kids who say it are the ones who look like thug or 2 Pac wanna be's (not that I'm denouncing 2 Pac or anyone else). I wanna ask what they think is “real music”, but the radio says it all it seems. Anyways, this is the type of music I like. The music that actually says something that makes you feel encouraged to do something beneficial to your life, the music that has a message NOT just about sex or drinking or killing. This song right here is what I think fits a better description. I first heard this song and just listened to the beat of it. It wasn't until I was 17 and on a mental breakdown that I listened to the words of this song. This song always plays though my head when I feel like I can't do something.