Sunday, December 18, 2011

adrenaline junkie.

risk supplies adrenaline. adrenaline is what so many of us search for, it is a drug that gives us a matchless rush. seeking adrenaline in every day life can enhance our day to day routines, making life more worthwhile. taking risks is all about making yourself vulnerable, and it is exhilarating.

some call it risky, unwise business... but i call it making memories.  sometimes making a fool out of yourself (yes, in public) can be good for you. chances are, the people you're with will never see you again, so do what you want when you have the urge to do it. let go.

get high on life.

just remember, you have to slow down in order to go fast. if you do risky things on a regular basis, you will no longer get that desired rush. just like any other drug, you have to up the dosage to get the high you want.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

odds & ends.

i am silently rejoicing as i read that i am allowed to write about anything i want. anything and everything. it is saturday night and i am spending it alone doing my homework. it's not as bad as it sounds though, i'm babysitting, so i didn't really have a choice.

i have noticed a couple things this weekend:
1) babysitting is kind of a joke. i'm getting paid to scavenge through their pantry picking out all the good food and watch all the free videos i can find on Netflix.



2) i third wheel on a regular basis. with my twin in a relationship, i'm either paired with one of his good friends for the night or forced to accompany them, constantly being reminded of my single status. this doesn't bug me though, like it might for some... i am best friends with her boyfriend. some think this would only complicate things, but it makes the whole situation a million times easier. the complicated part will be when they break up........


3) people never have fun the way our parents used to. i played a game... yes, an actual game... last night for the first time in a longgggg time. (sorry, Cardona, those g's were definitely necessary.) watching a movie every time we get people together gets pretty old, playing some old-fashioned games every once in a while can actually be a fairly good time.


this is the worst excuse of all time, but the reason my blog is so lame today is that i took the act this morning. therefore, my brain is fried to a crisp and won't be functioning until i recharge it and wake up tomorrow morning. sorry, i haven't though of any excuses for my other blogs...

helium hearts.

everyone who hasn't heard this song needs to listen to it now. and on repeat until they learn every word... like i did.

the music video will make you fall in love with it even more.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

compassion.

i was in the drive-thru again, picking up a quick dinner after work. i sorted through my change jar, getting a hold of anything that could pay to fuel my exhausted body. when i handed the cashier my money, he just gave it back to me. the confused look on my face prompted him to tell me that the person in front of me had already paid for my meal. it was a small favor, but it sure helped me out. Now, whenever i feel like the person behind me in the drive-thru needs a blessing, i go ahead and pay for their meal, too. random acts of kindness influence happiness.

 
this is true compassion. someone who had no idea who i was paid for my meal without knowing anything about me. compassion can be fueled from anything. sometimes it isn't logical, but nevertheless it is compassion.

Monday, November 28, 2011

the big reveal...

well, no one commented on my blog post the other day, so i guess i'm just doing this for Mrs. Cardona's sake.
1) cause/effect
2) argument
3) definition
4) compare/contrast
5) example
6) narrative

Saturday, November 26, 2011

happiness?

1) i was in the drive-thru again, picking up a quick dinner after work. i sorted through my change jar, getting a hold of anything that could pay to fuel my exhausted body. when i handed the cashier my money, he just gave it back to me. the confused look on my face prompted him to tell me that the person in front of me had already paid for my meal. it was a small favor, but it sure helped me out. Now, whenever i feel like the person behind me in the drive-thru needs a blessing, i go ahead and pay for their meal, too. random acts of kindness influence happiness.

2) everyone has the potential to be happy. happiness is attainable to all, but not everyone goes out and grabs what makes them happy. every person has possible happiness sitting in front of them, waiting to be reserved by whoever takes the initiative to seize it. if someone isn’t happy, it is their own fault. anyone could be happy.

3) one feels happiness when one feels an array of positive emotions. happiness is feeling pleasure, and depending on the case, spreading that joy. when happy, all is more than satisfactory. the sun shines brighter, the grass seems greener… there is nothing worth complaining about. happiness is an overwhelming feeling of fondness of every surrounding situation and predicament.

4) is ignorance bliss? that cliché saying is drilled into our heads through song lyrics, sappy movies, and any medium that can get the message across. one can link these together because sometimes happiness can be from only taking in the positive circumstances and not weighing the negative. well, let me tell ya, i have been happy quite a bit before. it’s usually my surroundings that spark the happiness i feel.  however, when i was happy, i was fully aware each and every one of my surroundings. so, ignorance is not bliss in all cases.


5) she was happy when that 8 pound body with little feet and even littler hands left her body. to say it was the same happy as when her son walked for the first time, called her “mama” the first time, that’s open to interpretation. when asked, she said there wasn’t a time she wasn’t happy through his entire childhood, she was always proud. i know that’s a lie, though, because someone can’t be happy 100% of their lives. is happiness just what you feel when you’re not sad? Maybe she was just happy more than she was sad. she said she was happy the day he graduated, but she cried during the whole ceremony.

6) the semi-finals of the Midwest Qualifier, a tournament that could send my team to Atlanta for nationals, provided an assortment of emotions, but i know the overpowering and residing one was happiness. that was my favorite match, not because that was the best i played all season, but because as a team we worked to get what we all passionately desired. we were down in the third game 7 to 11. two consecutive blocks made it 9 to 11. adrenaline almost burst my veins; we were playing our hearts out. they scored the next point, but our team wouldn’t let it happen again. we worked our way to 14 to 12. another block. we were onto the ‘ship. knowing i could play a part in helping secure what we’d been seeking all season made me happy.
(start at 5:20... ends at 6:55)

Sunday, November 20, 2011

aye aye, captain.

some shoes are hard to fill. i'm accepting the challenge though, and i am on a mission.
success. triumph. victory.
despite the end of the volleyball season coming to an unexpected and heartbreaking end in section finals, i am beyond determined to play my part in helping to reconstruct the team.
Habakkuk 2:2 - write the vision, make it plain.

i am writing the vision, now. we will succeed.

p.s. i seem obsessive, and i kind of am... but i want this so badly. this has just been on my mind for the past couple of weeks.

i think that anything is possible, even when the odds are stacked against you. this is my inspirational blog post... ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE! well, i am asking for another state championship next year. LET'S GO.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

sick, brah.

slang can change any integrity of a sentence. 
"props" vs. "i commend you" take opposite stances. the latter of the two seems more professional, something an educator may say to a student.
even two different uses of slang can set different people apart.
"you are so tight" vs. "you are the cat's pajamas" suggests the first was said by a much younger person, since it is just a more current way of telling someone they are cool.... or da bomb.
any text can be transformed into some type of slang. the following in a excerpt from an assignment in my  creative writing class. this is a lax bro's version of Cinderella using their slang.  
Alright broskis, gather around. I got a story for you guys, it is absolutely unreal. It starts with this babe, Cindy. She is totally dank, a total bittie. She has pretty sick flow for being a lady but her evil mom is a big time hater. Every day she just lays that young hate on vulnerable Cindy. She isn’t the only hater, though. Living in the huge mansion with Cindy and her stepmom are her two seriously nasty looking stepsisters. They do not score well with the men. The ugly sisters are always telling Cindy, “Get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich. Then fold my laundry and make me a sandwich. Then, get me some Natty Ice’s.
pretty different from the original, huh?  even though this may not be clear to most, i'm sure if a laxer went to practice one day and told this story his teammates would understand every word. if a college professor told his rendition of the story to the lax bro, using only upper level collegiate vocabulary, there wouldn't be much comprehending by the laxer going on. this doesn't mean the bro is stupid, it just means they have a different language. well, they both speak english, but the two different stories do use completely different language. these are two extremes. sometimes slang is good, it enables a mutual understanding of something... but only if everyone is familiar with the slang term.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

anything and everything.

have you ever wanted something so badly? something that you can almost just reach out and grasp, yet something that's so far away?
losing section finals was devastating.
in the beginning of the season, we were ranked #2 in state, and we couldn't even make it this year. we had the dream team. we had everything on our side, the best coach, the best libero, the best setter and middle combo... everything. we had some will, but no one can coach desire. desire conquers all skill. the odds may have been stacked against us,eden prairie ranked first in our section, that's fair to say. but, that game on friday night wasn't some math test. it was a test of desire, who wanted it more. passion will always overpower logic. sometimes the results don't always add up. it never matters what the stats might say, and the experts may think, and the commentators may have predicted. when it all comes down to it, the hunger to win conquers all. i wish the whole team, our whole family we adopted for the past three months, grasped this concept.
there's always next year for the underclassmen, but it's a shame for the seniors.
i will start working my ass off now to make up for the loss we went through, next year we WILL make it to state.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

writing ritual.

before starting a monsterous project i make sure i have the proper attire on. i put on my favorite sweatpants and a tee. even when i work on the project every day for the next week, i wear those pants every time. i have to be comfortable. i snuggle into my bed with my laptop on my lap, laying against the wall that acts as a backboard to my bed. my "chillout" playlist is select right away, i need the perfect ambiance. i have to check up on my twitter feed, maybe chat a couple of people on facebook, getting their sympathy for how much work i have to get done. after all that is taken care of, i roll. i allow myself to get what needs to be done in one big chunk. once the essentials are done, i let the distractions begin once again. tweet a little, chat a little, maybe skype a little... then if i feel like more needs to be done, i finish it. i'm not scared of pulling an all nighter if it needs to be done, i always work better when i'm working with a close deadline, because i know there is no time for distractions. when doing my rhetorical analysis, first i annotated all the different methods of rhetoric the author used. then, i made sub categories and copy and pasted all the evidence in the text for those methods. once i finished that, i created paragraphs around the evidence, including them in different sentences. after that, i worked my intro and conclusion into all of it. i hope my methods worked....... i can not stop thinking about the kind of grade i am going to get. it's safe to say even though we turned in the assignment, we are still stressing pretty hard about it.

Monday, October 24, 2011

sweet caroline.

caroline is sitting next to me in my ap comp class. i should be focusing, but she makes it hard to do. funny stories being exchanged and tips on how mack are the only things to be heard in our small group. caroline is hilarious and has enough personality to fit ten different people. like most girls, she doesn't know her true value. most girls settle for second best instead of having high standards and striving to meet them. caroline, like every other girl, needs to set her standards high. never settle for less than perfect to try to fill a void. you will always end up emptier than when you started.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

drug of choice.

why am i blogging at seven on a saturday night? there really is no excuse, as pathetic as this is. i did have a tournament all day and my grandparents are visiting so i guess that's fair. plus, i did have a pretty good time over the rest of my mea break. it's really no surprise that volleyball is taking up yet another night. i don't hate it though, i'd rather be playing than doing a whole lot of other things. i don't know why anyone would chose not to play a sport because they would rather be out partying or doing "funner" things with their friends. the adrenalune rush you experience from playing is ten times better than any high. and even better, you don't have the annoying hangover or munchies, like any other drug would give you. getting a huge kill or stuffing someone on the net is sparks an energy in me that is unlike anything i've ever experienced. i feel on top of the world. when i hear my team and fans cheering for me, that only escalates my feeling of elation. the next point, if someone else makes a sick play, the excitement only continues to build up. it annoys me when people think they're too cool to go out and play a sport and they party instead. playing a sport is a way better  time than going out and getting hammed every weekend, and it actually provides benefits. i'll admit, sometimes i do feel like i'm missing out on quite a lot of social things but in the end it's all worth it. it's all worth the sweat and the time and the hard work to be on that court and get to battle it out for an opportunity to tell your opponents, "i am BETTER than you."  i feed off of the competetiveness i have. volleyball is my drug of choice. 

Sunday, October 16, 2011

two million minutes. (perspective of the "average" american)

in watching two million minutes i became annoyed and i felt very guilty. i also felt inspired. i know how hard some people work in school, and i know how much some people slack. the difference is night and day. i am definitely in-between. i do go home some nights and just fall asleep after practice instead of doing the homework that's due, and usually i find a way to get away with it. i could coast by most of my classes without saying a word in each in an entire day. i've gone through days of math without taking my book out once and the teacher never said a word to me. i'm hoping she didn't notice, but what if she did? i still don't think she would have said anything to me. i think part of the problem with education in school is that students have been allowed to think they can get by with the bare minimum. i can say all i've done is the bare minimum this year so far... and i'm getting by. all b's, grades some would be honored to have. i know i can do better, but habit overrides motivation in me, and i continue to slack. just like there are two different kinds of students, i have had two different kinds of teachers. mrs. decker, my old creative writing teacher, gave me a whole new opinion about teachers. she actually cared about every one of her students, taking the time to make sure people were LEARNING things. she didn't care if she had to stop class and explain something to a lost student as long as he or she got it in the end. she didn't fill extra class time with useless acticities, everything was for a purpose. on the other hand, i've had teachers... who will go unnamed... that only care about, well, i can't really say what they care about. but i can tell you they are not interested in if their students actually understand what is being taught. i had another math teacher last year that wouldn't answer questions during class, he would make them stay after to ask them. math is a subject you just can't do that in. if i didn't get something in the beginning of class, i zoned out for the rest of the hour because there was no use in listening to something i didn't understand. i've also had teachers that look at me after i ask a question with a look that says: that was the dumbest thing i've ever heard, why are you in here? uhhh... that does not motivate me to ask another question.
students need to start caring about their education more, and some teachers need to care about their students education. it's a cycle, if the students can't do their jobs, the teachers can't do theirs. if the teachers aren't doing their jobs, the students can't do theirs, either.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

pet peeves.

i may be a total nerd for saying this, but when i'm texting people and they don't use correct grammar, i want to kill myself. or, text back correcting their mistake, which would be social suicide. same outcome. i am no expert when it comes to grammar, but i know tomorrow isn't spelled "tomorow" and embarrassed is not spelled "embarassed". i also know when someone tells me, your so cool, which, duh, happens on a regular basis, i want to cringe inside. it's YOU APOSTROPHE R E. i don't care if we're texting and things are supposed to be shorthand, i'm pretty sure the vast majority of us have full keyboards. it would not kill us to take .3 extra seconds to spell things correctly. if a guy is trying to steal my heart, he has to know that bad grammar is a big turn off. it makes the person look uneducated, and when he's a senior, i want to feel like he's smarter than me. well, those are just some current frustrations. learn to use words write. rite. wright. ....right.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

obama: back to school.

obama starts his speech by being introduced at by a student. this helps reinforce his relationship with the audience, because kids can relate to the girl of similar age introducing him. if an old man in a tie had introduced obama, it wouldn't have the same effect, kids wouldn't relate to him. obama wants his ideal audience, students, not to feel inferior to him. this will help get his point across throughout the whole speech.

hey. the first word he says. this is colloquial language among teenagers, his target audience. saying this instead of something like, hello my fellow american citizens, would not put them on the same level. using language like "wanna" doesn't make him seem less educated; i think it's a tactic to use some of the same common language his audience uses. he uses a mild sense of humor to keep the audience reacting with him and to keep their interest.

obama uses pathos when he talks about the different events going on at school. tests, projects, sports...drama, those are things almost every single student can relate to. he uses this to sympathize with the audience, saying they have a lot of responsibility and duties as students. he combines the use of pathos with ethos telling the audience that they're not just kids, they are the future. they are leaders. this builds the trust between obama and the audience further, because he is magnifying the important role they play in the nation, he makes the audience feel equal to him.

he uses the metaphor to color outside of the lines. this creates an inspirational picture in the audience, motivating them to perform to the best of their ability at school.

he doesn't use over dramatic pauses, but pauses regularly as one would when having an everyday conversation with any random person. i think this makes the address seem exactly like he is just trying to have a normal conversation with the audience, which is how his target audience would most likely want to be addressed.

ethos! he tells the audience that he'll let them in on a secret, making it seem like obama is doing something out of the ordinary, and trusting the audience with his "little secret." he gives students something to relate to, slacking in class. we all know what that's like. he also uses pathos here, talking about how his class in ethics inspired him to view everyone equally and ask questions about how every single person should come together as one.

obama uses the claim that we should work hard at school, using the reasons that a good high school education will lead to further education and success, using the warrant that we think being successful and having a good education is beneficial. he uses stats to compare what we used to be ranked in the world as far as education goes, and what we are now. he almost promises the audience that if we work hard and pursue further education, almost all of our problems will be solved. this is an exaggeration of course, but it supports his claim.

he uses different evidence in each part of his speech to support his main claim. he doesn't skip around, so it makes it easy to follow.

obama doesn't have any visuals, but i think the students sitting behind him play a role in the message he is aiming to send. behind him sits various aged students of various races. this confirms that he is targeting everyone at school, not just one age or race.

obama doesn't use the same strategies as MLK, but they are still effective. i know he motivated me to work hard at school, i finished this running on one hour of sleep!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

america the hideous.

as citizens of one of the best countries in the world, we should feel proud and confident in our country. most of us do, but there are things we deserve to hang our head in shame about. rights for anyone who wasn't white in the time of the jim crow laws was a disgrace to every citizen, and something even the most patriotic citizens are ashamed of. every right stripped from them, the jim crow laws made life for minorities prison. no marriage, segregated schools... miscegenation was declared a felony. it's amazing to see how times have transformed from then to now, mostly positively. we nostalgically talk about how times were so much better "back in the day," but we forget to remember the hell minorities went through on a daily basis. they didn't know what it was like to truly live, to truly love. when we think our lives are a mess, we should all remember that nothing could be as horrid as what those minorities went through in the early 1900's.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

firsts.

there's a first time for everything. everybody has an experience that influences why they write. whether the first story is something simple and plain about breakfast, or something serious that could remodel the rest of your life, we all have our firsts. these short stories make me want to shred my first essay of this class, something i actually spent time on. there is so much more to writing than the words put on paper. okay, let me re-phrase that. the words are everything, but only the way the words go on the paper, and the specific words chosen. readers want something that will stick with them for a while, and my first essay definitely didn't accomplish that. if anything, it may have sparked regrets in the reader, wishing they hadn't wasted their time reading it. these stories have inspired me, but i still don't know exactly how to craft my new essay! wish me luck.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

why i write.

writing. i write because i have time to plan out what i'm saying. i can erase and revise, revise and erase, as many times as i want. talking is easy, but planning words out takes on a new meaning of 'having a conversation'. finding the right combination of words together is a feeling of accomplishment, a feeling writer's strive for. coming up with an original way of saying something old is like finding a cute, wearable antique dress in the middle of a thrift store. it can be difficult and take time to go through all the possibilities, but in the end, finding that dress is always worth it. once spoken, words can never be taken back. we've all heard of the toothpaste analogy... we can't squeeze it back into the tube, just like we can shove syllables back into our mouths. deleting and revising is a required part of writing, so if something doesn't sound right, there is no penalty in going back and taking it out. i write to let out the feelings bottled inside. paper is my number one counselor. i know it'll always be there to listen to me. i can pour out my deepest secrets and not worry about being judged, or secrets turning into rumors. i write to inspire. i write for the one chance i have to potentially change someone's opinion. i write, and re-write, for the A that will look good on my report card. i write because i'm extremely competitive, and i always want to get better. that's where i find the fun in writing. that's why I write.