So, I've been thinking a lot about stories lately. Movies, Books, Real Life Stories. And the conclusion I've come to is it's not about the story. It's not even about the ending or what you've learned from the story. Its all about how the story effected you. Some stories make us Cry, others make us laugh, others teach us a lesson that we will never ever listen to. Stories change us, they make us think differently. Some stories help us to grow up and have a more mature mind setting. Other stories, allow us to become a child again and to believe that the world is full of magic. All stories have one thing in common though. They all affect us in some way. This isn't my story, but it is, how it affected me.
Before he left, I never cried at all. I hated the rain and I always took my friends for granted. I didn't treat my family as well as they deserved and I wasn't thankful for anything. I thought my life was great! That I had everything I could ever want, but boy was I wrong.
At the end of my story, he left. And I transformed like a chameleon. I began to see the world around me as if it was something special. I saw the magic in the rain, how even though it could cause destruction, and danger, it also was needed to create life. It is as natural as the sunlight, and even more beautiful. I began crying, ALL THE FREAKING TIME. However, It wasn't ever because I was sad. The smallest act of love, or friendship, even honesty, would make me burst into tears. I just, couldn't believe how wonderful the people of this world could be, and I was so happy to finally be able to see the wonders of these people. I made new friends. Before he left me, I was insecure. I thought, people didm't really like me, they just tolerated me to be nice. Now, I don't care if that's all people are doing. It's their choice, just like its my choice to put myself out there and meet new people. Even if that means talking to the random kids sitting next to us at the movies, or the guy who checks us out at Meijer. They're all people, and people deserve to be appreciated. Which brings me to my next subject, appreciation. I began to appreciate EVERYTHING in my life. I realized that everything could be gone in a second, so why not live every second for all its worth? I began hugging my mom and sister every chance I got. I actually started to have areal relationship with my dad again. I am so grateful for everything I have. My story affected me in more ways than I can share, but above everything else, It helped me see the true beauty in the world, and the true evil of ignorance.
Now its your turn. How did your story, whatever that may be, affect you?
Last night just after 10:00pm heaven gained another beautiful angel. Her name was Alyssa and she was only 15 years old. She had battled cancer, beaten it, and was knocked down again. She was an inspiration. She made it known to everyone that just because she had a terrible disease didn't mean she was different from everyone else. She loved to dance, she wore a sparkly pink dress to her freshman homecoming dress this year, and she would send her friends the ugliest snapchats imaginable. She wanted the world to see her, not her illness. Just last week she was at an elementary school, talking to young kids about the C word, and now, she's gone.
Alyssa was one of my sister's very best friends. As a big sister, it was so hard for me to hear about Alyssa's passing and to have to hold my sister while she cried her eyes out. I spent the night in her bedroom and rubbed her back for hours until she finally fell asleep. My sister is only a freshman, she should not have to lose a friend while she's this young. I can't imagine what it must be like for Alyssa's family. Especially her older sister.
Everyone keeps posting things about her, even those people who never knew her. I know their showing their sympathy/ support or whatever but its complete bull crap. They could have given her their support while she was still alive. They could have been her friend, or done something to make her smile on the days she was feeling terrible. But no, they wait until after she's gone and then they post things via facebook or twitter about her and how they're in tears... They have no right to cry, they didn't even know her. If I have to stay strong for my sister, they should at least have the decency to not publicize the fact that they can't even keep it together when they haven't really lost anything.
Everyone says "Rest in Peace Alyssa" but the truth is, she won't. She's gone to heaven, the most wonderful place ever. She won't be resting, anyone who has ever met Alyssa knows how energetic and obnoxious she was. lol. She will be up there dancing and laughing and having a grand time. She won't be resting, or peaceful, she will be bouncing off the walls causing lots of trouble, that's just who she is and it shouldn't be any other way.
I keep trying to write about him, I want everyone to know how amazing he is and everything that I find to be so wonderful, but I can't. It's just, I don't know when I woke up this morning I was so giddy and excited, and I walked into school in such a good mood! But now that I'm sitting here in class, I think I need to rethink my strategy. I mean, just because we had an eight hour conversation via text yesterday doesn't mean anything does it? And the fact that I basically told him I liked him doesn't mean anything either right? He could still be completely clueless. At least I hope.. I like him, and i'm going to tell him straight forward eventually, but i think I need to wait until after the banquet. I don't want to make things awkward for him, myself, or anyone else on the team...
Last night, Grandville High School's Varsity Hockey team one a game which put them in the top four teams in the state. Varsity Captain Ryan Fischer was so proud of his team and very excited. Before he went to bed last night he kissed his mom and told her he loved her. Ryan Fischer, never woke up this morning. He died of an enlarged heart in his sleep. His mom said that yesterday was the happiest day of his life, and at least he died happily and without pain. His parents went to school today to spread the news to the hockey team. They spoke with each hockey player individually and encouraged them to go on with their playoff game tonight against Detroit Catholic Central. When speaking to Max, one of Ryan's closest friends and Co-Captain of the team, his mother handed him Ryan's game day jersey and asked him to wear it on the ice. This way, everyone would be reminded that although Ryan can't play, he'll always be there.
At the game, the opposing team was told to wear Maroon to support our fallen player. They also made a hugeee #11 sign to support him. There were many tears on the Grandville side of the area but the water works really began at the end of the game. DCC won 3-0 and immediately the boys from Grandville all took a knee and began to say a prayer for Ryan, thanking him for a great season. The hockey players from DCC didn't even need a minute to think before they skated across the area, and joined the prayer huddle with our players. After the prayer, instead of shaking hands they hugged every single one of our hockey players. I have so much respect for that hockey team. It shows true Character and you can bet that every single Grandville student will be rooting for DCC to win the championship tomorrow!
Good Luck Boys! You have our new guardian angel on your side!
I'm sorry, I really am but I am a firm non-believer in online relationships. I mean, obviously there are exceptions but seriously. You have never even met the guy and you're trying to tell me you LOVE him? You've been "dating" for like a month! You don't even know what love is. You don't trust him because you have to check every freaking social media network to see what he's doing ALL THE FREAKING TIME. This isn't a real relationship, even if you do skype, or do plan to go and meet him someday. You can't love someone you don't know. and you really don't know him. I mean, do you know if his mouth hangs open when he falls asleep? Or if he always starts with his left foot when putting his shoes on? Have you seen the place he runs to when he needs an escape because life has become too hard? Have you felt his heart beating with the same rhythmic movement of your own? Have you felt the protection that his strength promises you? If you can answer yes to these questions than fine, I'll admit maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm being to cynical. But honestly, I don't think you can. And its really sad that you're making all of your life decisions based on a pretend relationship. A fantasy. That's all it is.
Here I am, an 18 year old high school senior about to graduate. I'm stressed to the max about what I'm going to do next year. How on earth am I going to pay for college? I filled out my FAFSA and guess how much "government assistance" I'm getting? Absolutely none. Zero. Zilch. And why is that? Because I live in a good family, I'm a good student who's never gotten in trouble or done anything bad really, so it makes sense that I'm the kind of student who doesn't deserve help right? Wrong! I've been working my butt off trying to apply for scholarships and while I was searching I came across something... If I were to become a pregnant right now, I would receive more government benefits. I could go to college basically for free. I could get food stamps and have a free apartment and greatly reduced day care for my kid, all because I was irresponsible enough to have a kid before I was ready and able to support it on my own. Someone please explain to me why we are rewarding people for their irresponsibilities?
Now, before you all start jumping down my throats, I have a great respect for teen moms. One of my best friends is a teen mom and her entire world was flipped upside down when she found out she was going to have a baby. She is a great mom and yes, she deserves some assistance. But the government should assist her with the baby things, like buying diapers or formula. Not paying for her entire college education! And lately people have been abusing the system. I hear so many high school girls talking about how they WANT to get pregnant right now. That isn't the type of society we want to live in. We should reward the students who are responsible, not the ones who are taking the easy way out and not even caring about the fact that they are bringing a child into this world when they couldn't support their child without government assistance.
Hello World, or the .2% of it who might actually read this. . So I'm new to this whole thing so I hope I don't totally bore you. But if I do, please don't be afraid to say something. Interact with me. I LOVE hearing other people's opinions especially if they differ from my own. So let's be friends! Okay, bye now!(:
Today is my first day in a new college prep english class. This is a high school class for seniors only, and I really hate it. Not the class exactly, but all my fellow peers in it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have a lot of friends in this class that I absolutely adore! However, Everyonee minus maybe like 2 people, think they are wayyy too good for this class. Our teacher is so goggly-eyed and excited and she wants us to engage in class conversations and participate, but no one does. It's very strange and I hate it. Like, it's not that hard to raise your hand and give a response. ARGHHH it's going to be a long semester.
So, today I started a new class called TEAMS. In this class there are only four of us and we are all mentors to the kids doing online learning or currently failing classes. This itself wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that I don't really get along well with any of my other mentors. Also, the kids in these classes are working on a large variety of subjects and what do I do if I don't know how to help them?? Another issue I have with this class is the fact that we have to be to school an hour early for class. This wouldn't be that bad, because we only have to mentor 3 days a week, but the days we aren't mentoring we still have to stay in school. I don't understand why though. I mean, we have a large variety of hybrid classes for which kids can sign themselves out and leave school, so why can't we do that for teams?
Another issue I have is how harsh all of the teachers of these kids are. I mean, We've been here for 15 minutes and they have already literally duct taped a girls mouth. I know they have to be harsh with these kids in order to get them to do the work and everything, but can't they be a little bit nicer to these kids? No? Okay.
Hi guys! So... A bit of background, I'm somewhat overweight. I mean, I'm not like an oompa-loopa or anything but I could lose about 20 pounds. Anyways, I've struggled with this for a long time and now that I'm 18 I've started going to a personal trainer once a week. I have also started watching what I've been eating. I recently started the Dr. Oz Detox and WOW! in just 5 days, I've lost more than 6 pounds! You're supposed to lose 9 pounds a week for two weeks, and after my first 5 days I am becoming a believer! I'm so excited and I'm feeling very confident. I never thought stuff like this would work for me. Even my Doctor had told me that I have the "fat gene" but wow, I am so proud of myself. I'm 6 pounds closer to rocking a bikini on the beach(: