A Series of Unfortunate Events

Dear Friend,

Today was one of those days where I just wanted to bang my head against a brick wall. 

This morning I woke up late. No later than I would have expected though, I usually wake up "late." I try to be up early enough to you know, properly pack my things and eat breakfast, but as per the norm, I ended up just shoving all papers in sight into my backpack and walking out the door with an apple croissant in my hand. (The ones from Sam's Club are DELISH). 

I arrived at school on time, thankfully, and my morning started off with out a hitch. In AP Lang, we did corrections for a multiple choice practice. To be honest, none of us really tried. I put in minimal effort into the corrections, and we suspect that the answer key is wrong in some places anyways. (But, as the teacher is pregnant, and has officially gone on maternity leave, we'll just forgive her.)

Midway through corrections, my nose spontaneously decided to erupt like the Mt. Vesuvius of Pompeii. That is to say, I had blood pouring out of my nose like nobody's business. So then naturally I kind of freaked out a little. All I had was the little wad of toilet paper from my purse to save me, and I just sat there like "I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding." Blood dripped on the table, on the chair, in my purse, on my sweater... everywhere. In the end, my classmate, Michelle, kindly walked me down to the nurses office. The nurse informed me that the proper way to stop a nosebleed is to pinch it and sit for a while. Good to find out I've been doing all wrong my whole life. Especially since that was literally the 4th nosebleed with in two days...

After that, I left the nurse's only to find that everyone was heading off to activity period, and I completely forgot where I was supposed to go. See, we have this thing called "Activity Period" where we go to a classroom or the library, cafeteria, or gym for like 30 minutes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

On the bright side, Michelle totally finished the last question of my corrections for me (she is my HERO). On the down side, I was completely dazed, and decided to just go to the library. I got there only to be told by my sister that I actually was supposed to be in the gym. But, meh, at that point I really didn't care.

Second period came and went, all was well... and then math class happened. Firstly, I got there and thought I'd lost my phone. Freaked out a little, but then got distracted by the fact that we had a test in front of us. I'm pretty sure I got NONE of those questions right. By lunch, I was completely drained. Not to mention, that we'd only taken PART 1 of the test. So after discovering that my phone was NOT where I thought it was. I just resigned my self to wallowing in my own despair. 

We returned to math class where I just completed the rest of the test without any enthusiasm.

Fourth period was okay. Which I guess meant that it was relatively awful, but by this time in the day, I JUST COULDN'T anymore. At least I found out that my phone was actually in my locker.

By the time I got home, I was ready to take a nap for two weeks, but NOOOOO. My water bottle spilled inside my purse. It was great. Then I had to quickly scarf down some macaroni, get dressed in nice clothes and go back to school for our school's NHS induction ceremony. 

From here, the story gets boring, because, well, as much as I complained about today, the Induction Ceremony was actually quite fun. I've already been inducted (last year) but I went in to help out. There was cake and friends, so, I'm okay now.

I think the greatest mistake of today has been deciding to write this post instead of doing homework, but my attitude today is just "Gah, screw this, Imma do what I want."

Great day eh?

<3 Alexis

Modern Parenting

(Disclaimer: I am not meaning to offend anyone, I was just in a mood to complain. thanks you much.)

Well well well. It's April. And I'm writing an overdue blogpost. yay.

I just realized that today was Prom for my old school. Much yay, but also much nay. Yay cuz my best friends got to go ( I mean they kind of had to, they were on Junior Prom Committee...). Nay cuz I had to miss all of my gorgeous besties in their gorgeous dresses...

*also, before I get too far into this post, I apologize for anything that doesn't make sense. I am running on minimal sleep and It's gotten to the point where I'm starting to slur my words together.

I think I'm going to make this post on modern parenting.

Today, I volunteered for this Celebration of Art event at some church preschool. I was assigned to run a station where the children were let loose to build whatever they wanted out of giant blue foam blocks. Easy yes? No.

The first few children to come in were rather timid and played around while I awkwardly stood to the side and watched. Then other children came in and it became a mad house. One child would not stop hitting other children with the foam rods and another child was throwing the little blue balls at an innocent little girl. It got to the point where one of the parents was just like OMG WHOSE CHILD IS THIS GET HIM OUT OF HERE. (In my defense I was trying my best to control the kid, but I swear he had this demonic gleam in his eyes).

I guess I just want to comment that its starting to become less and less of a priority to teach children manners and courtesy. Especially young ones because parents are just like He's only 4, he'll grow out of it.

Bro, when I was four, if I so much as cried in a restaurant, my dad would haul me out onto the car and spank me senseless. Now if I'd thrown balls at another child or was rude, who knows if I'd still be alive to tell the tales of my punishment.

*Side note: I love my dad to death he is the best, and he does not spank me anymore. That would be weird. Apparently I'm old enough to judge my own behavior and be mature enough to process my parent's scolding.

I guess the point of this post is to rant about children and parents who let their children run free and be insolent, crazy little rude nuggets.

Parents- please teach your child(ren) to be an adorable, polite, and sweet little nugget. Thank you.

~ Alexis

Well That Happened Episode 3 : Just Chillin'

Normally when I have a "Well That Happened" post, I've usually ended up in some catastrophe involving my inadequate life skills. Fortunately, this time I've done nothing wrong. Yay Me!

Instead, I'm bringing you an account of my AP Physics class. Sounds boring, I know, but just bear with me.

Since moving to Texas, I've noticed that the teachers and administration here are really quite chill. For example, one of my friends and I eat lunch on the floor by the front doors every other day, yet no one seems to care. To be fair, we ARE waiting to catch a bus to a different school for a class, but still! Everyone else eats in the cafeteria like they're supposed to. For example, today, we were just sitting there and the PRINCIPAL walked by and joked that he should get us a table and chairs, like it was NBD. Like I said. they are Chill.

But that all is besides the point. I'm here to discuss Physics.

Today, like every other A-day, I arrived late to physics due to the fact that I have the previous class at a different school. (they didn't offer AP French at my campus). I walked in and we began discussing our "Centripetal Forces" lab. Normal. The first half of class went rather smoothly.

Around 3:30, one of my classmates from math class walked in. He was supposed to be in Language Arts or something, but he just strolled in. Here's how it went

*Teacher* - Hey! Whatcha doin' here?
*Classmate* - Well see I needed to prove to HIM *points at another classmate* that I can get out of class.
*Teacher* - . . . What.

This classmate then launched into a long-winded explanation about how he used an old written pass to tell the teacher that he needed to leave class early. It was really quite entertaining.

And what did the teacher do? He played a game of chess with this classmate.

Chill. I know.

This is also why I like Fridays.

And in case you were wondering. The teacher won the chess game.

BEDN Blitz #1 - Philosophical Internet Opinions

I've finally decided to get on with my "Blogging Every Day in November" (except not really . . .) thing. As promised, here comes what I'd like to call a "Blogging Blitz" where I make up for my blogging incompetence in this November Challenge. I'm going to do it in four posts, because I feel like 10 would be too much work to write or read.

Day 7- Internet
Day 8- People
Day 9- Hate

So, without further ado, ALLONS-Y!

There is something that we call "Hate" that happens all the time on the internet. Most of the time, when I'm scrolling through comments on YouTube videos or on blog posts, I find a warm comforting slew of comments, all with positive things to say. Then there are those hateful and spiteful comments that either make me laugh with contempt or get angry at that person. I find it difficult to believe that people could be so awful! Every time I read such a comment, my head fills with these philosophical thoughts that I'd like to just hurl into the comment box and show the world.

I realize, however, that that is not a very practical thing to do. Firstly because I've seen the reply comments and replies to the reply. (REPLYCEPTION?!?!) Often I find that the "hater" insists on being mean, and even though many people try to reason with them, they just don't listen. I've also seen that the people who have good intentions, and who want to back up the victim of the mean comment, also uses the same rude language or tone that the mean person uses in the first place. Its like fighting fire with fire, and normally that leads to a "not-nice" situation.

Finally I think to myself "well then the only thing left to do is to ignore this awful person." So then I keep scrolling. But, for the person whom the hate was directed at, it might not be as easy to shrug off. It bothers me that good people have to put up with it, especially if they've chosen to put themselves out there to make other people happy.

I've never been a big advocate for ANYTHING. I don't ever have truly strong opinions of anything. This sort of post is WAYY out of my comfort zone. It probably didn't even make any sense, but if anything, I just want to say...

"Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, and I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake ,shake. Shake it off! Shake it off!"
-Taylor Swift

... and you should too.

BEDN #4: Top 5 Things I Hate About School

Only four posts into BEDN and I am already failing. (good thing no one's been reading them :P)

I AM REALLY STRESSED OUT AT THE MOMENT, THEREFORE I SHALL TELL YOU THE TOP FIVE THINGS THAT I DISLIKE ABOUT SCHOOL!!

1. Homework: This is a traditional part of getting an education that 99.9 percent of the human population dislikes.

2. Essays: I recently wrote an essay that received a 68% merely because the teacher gave very vague and not-so-good instructions, and I wasn't able to finish what I was writing. Long story short, I am very bitter towards this teacher at the moment.

3. Size: Our school is freaking GINORMOUS!! It takes about a lifetime to walk from one end of the school to the other (although on the bright side, I do get bragging rights for saying I have a big school :P)

4. Lunch: I like lunch TIME, but sometimes, school food is just not what one would call "Gourmet"

5. STUPID PEOPLE: Now this one is just mean, but there are some people that I can't stand, and I just want to hit them. But I don't, because I have to look like a nice person, but really, I'm very mean on the inside.

What do you despise about school?

<3 Alexis