Write about a character in your life.
Since Im kind of having trouble thinking of any particular friend or acquaintance with a specific character, I suppose I'll describe myself.
I'm a kind, loving, forgiving person who always tries his hardest at everything he does. If I ever let you down, it's because matters fell out of my control. I'm chronically forgetful and late, but I try not to let those kind of negative attributes be the characteristics that define me. I'm always striving to better myself, learn more, do better things, and not fall into the world's temptations that always seem lined up for me. I'm fascinated by things and concepts of high intelligence, but I still find much enjoyment in the simple things. I have a lot of God-given gifts, but I always try to remain humble about them rather than boast or brag. I try to do things against the world norm, because life wouldn't be nearly as wonderful if everyone bragged about their personal accomplishments every time one came to be mentioned.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Blog #8
What do you think about cell phone etiquette? Texting in others' company, etc.
Well, I surprisingly have an honest, fair personal opinion about it. I've got a significant other that I text pretty much constantly, and even when I'm with her, I have other people I text, but whenever I'm with other people, and I get a text message, I'll generally wait to answer it until a convenient point. That's more polite to your company, and it's highly unlikely that the text is gonna be much more than pleasant conversation. It's a little different when I'm hangin out with all my friends, though, 'cause they don't care, and it'll only take a few seconds to text my woman; plus, they understand how it is. I guess I don't have too much of a problem with this because I don't spend all that much time with people that don't really matter to me, so the problem doesn't arise all that often. Either way, cell phone etiquette goes out the window if it's your parents; it's either answer 'em promptly, or suffer their ungodly wrath!
Well, I surprisingly have an honest, fair personal opinion about it. I've got a significant other that I text pretty much constantly, and even when I'm with her, I have other people I text, but whenever I'm with other people, and I get a text message, I'll generally wait to answer it until a convenient point. That's more polite to your company, and it's highly unlikely that the text is gonna be much more than pleasant conversation. It's a little different when I'm hangin out with all my friends, though, 'cause they don't care, and it'll only take a few seconds to text my woman; plus, they understand how it is. I guess I don't have too much of a problem with this because I don't spend all that much time with people that don't really matter to me, so the problem doesn't arise all that often. Either way, cell phone etiquette goes out the window if it's your parents; it's either answer 'em promptly, or suffer their ungodly wrath!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Blog # 7
Explain a time when someone else's bias/opinion about you had an impact on your life.
In several classes during sophomore year, whenever I would make honest mistakes about either losing homework (finding it later in my humongous pile of crap I carried around everywhere) or just the assignments in general (I might do something completely, the teacher accused me of either not doing it or cheating on it, when I did the assignment fully as I knew, without any intent of cheating/whatever).
The teachers just straight up hated me, I think, for the rest of the year, because they thought I was somehow exploiting or circumventing whatever rules they had established. It really, REALLY offended me that year, since it didn't just happen with one teacher. I don't remember how many, but I remember several. It really made me sad that society and education have devolved to such a state that an honest mistake is instantaneously assumed to in fact be the most conceited, selfish form of success.
I just couldn't find one paper, and stumbled across it later that day (100 pages down into my bottomless pile of papers, mind you), and hurried to turn it in and apologize for losing track of it. This, of course, was interpreted as "the student lied about not having the sheet, cheated by completing it with the extra time they had earned for themselves, and is turning it in later on." It's depressing and shameful that this is often true; however, if that's not what happened, I shouldn't have been persecuted for an honest mistake. If I was going to hypothetically cheat and not turn it in, then I would hypothetically be the kind of person to take it home, ask other people, and not turn it in until the next class, and not say anything about it. That would be "typical teenagers, these days" for you.
I guess what I've really grown to find out is this: it's a lot harder to do what's right and be the good student than it is to do what's easy and be the lazy student, even though both of us will get the same grade on a test. I wish we'd actually be rewarded for doing good as opposed to being punished just as harshly as the bad kids, but I guess that's just the way the world works. It's not gonna stop me from bein' a good kid, but it's always somethin to think about.
In several classes during sophomore year, whenever I would make honest mistakes about either losing homework (finding it later in my humongous pile of crap I carried around everywhere) or just the assignments in general (I might do something completely, the teacher accused me of either not doing it or cheating on it, when I did the assignment fully as I knew, without any intent of cheating/whatever).
The teachers just straight up hated me, I think, for the rest of the year, because they thought I was somehow exploiting or circumventing whatever rules they had established. It really, REALLY offended me that year, since it didn't just happen with one teacher. I don't remember how many, but I remember several. It really made me sad that society and education have devolved to such a state that an honest mistake is instantaneously assumed to in fact be the most conceited, selfish form of success.
I just couldn't find one paper, and stumbled across it later that day (100 pages down into my bottomless pile of papers, mind you), and hurried to turn it in and apologize for losing track of it. This, of course, was interpreted as "the student lied about not having the sheet, cheated by completing it with the extra time they had earned for themselves, and is turning it in later on." It's depressing and shameful that this is often true; however, if that's not what happened, I shouldn't have been persecuted for an honest mistake. If I was going to hypothetically cheat and not turn it in, then I would hypothetically be the kind of person to take it home, ask other people, and not turn it in until the next class, and not say anything about it. That would be "typical teenagers, these days" for you.
I guess what I've really grown to find out is this: it's a lot harder to do what's right and be the good student than it is to do what's easy and be the lazy student, even though both of us will get the same grade on a test. I wish we'd actually be rewarded for doing good as opposed to being punished just as harshly as the bad kids, but I guess that's just the way the world works. It's not gonna stop me from bein' a good kid, but it's always somethin to think about.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Blog #6
Reflect back on a time of great loss or failure.
Back in 7th grade at State Academic Team, I placed 7th in the State in Mathematics. I was freakin pumped! There was a huge trophy that came with it and everything. After the meet and everything was over, I resolved to place even higher than I did that year; I did have a reputation to uphold, after all. So, 8th grade year comes around, and I make it all the way to State again, and once I take the test, I get... 11th. The Top Ten testers get trophies. Needless to say, I was incredibly disappointed. Freshman year rolls around... I get 12th place. Something's wrong here, I thought. Sophomore year finally gets here, and... 12th place again. I was just really, really disappointed with myself after 3 straight years of not placing in the Top Ten. I'm one of the best kids in the State at Math, but I can't even make it to the Top Ten. I was just about to give up because I was so frustrated, but I obviously didn't. That'd just be ridiculous =P
Back in 7th grade at State Academic Team, I placed 7th in the State in Mathematics. I was freakin pumped! There was a huge trophy that came with it and everything. After the meet and everything was over, I resolved to place even higher than I did that year; I did have a reputation to uphold, after all. So, 8th grade year comes around, and I make it all the way to State again, and once I take the test, I get... 11th. The Top Ten testers get trophies. Needless to say, I was incredibly disappointed. Freshman year rolls around... I get 12th place. Something's wrong here, I thought. Sophomore year finally gets here, and... 12th place again. I was just really, really disappointed with myself after 3 straight years of not placing in the Top Ten. I'm one of the best kids in the State at Math, but I can't even make it to the Top Ten. I was just about to give up because I was so frustrated, but I obviously didn't. That'd just be ridiculous =P
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Blog # 5
A "light" in my life is...
... all of the safety and promise I have in my friends. No matter what kind of day everyone's having, we're all always there for each other to keep each other cheered up and at least entertained. None of us judge one another. We're all accepting and caring, so everyone feels at home with each other. We don't take things out on one another; we calmly and properly work things out, and move on with life. We like plenty of different things, but almost all of them are alike. With so much in common, there's a lot of fulfilling, intelligent conversation to be shared among us. We're always ready to have a good time, or to take a break from our incredibly hectic, busy lives and let loose for however brief a time. That "light" is absolutely invaluable to me.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Blog #4
A "demon" in my own life is...
... my mind. All modesty aside, I'm a pretty bright kid. I make pretty good grades in school, I'm into a lot of academic activities, and I've got a good head on my shoulders. The only reason my mind's a demon is because of my ADD. I feel like I complain about it a whole lot, but it really does infect every aspect of everyday life. I can't remember important things that I learned the previous day, or that someone told me as I listened attentively just minutes before. I can't concentrate on schoolwork - or even having fun - because everything in the entire world tries to distract me. I can't focus my thoughts long enough to get anything accomplished. It's definitely my demon.
... my mind. All modesty aside, I'm a pretty bright kid. I make pretty good grades in school, I'm into a lot of academic activities, and I've got a good head on my shoulders. The only reason my mind's a demon is because of my ADD. I feel like I complain about it a whole lot, but it really does infect every aspect of everyday life. I can't remember important things that I learned the previous day, or that someone told me as I listened attentively just minutes before. I can't concentrate on schoolwork - or even having fun - because everything in the entire world tries to distract me. I can't focus my thoughts long enough to get anything accomplished. It's definitely my demon.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Blog # 3
Write about something that scares you.
Ever since I was a little kid, I never really was good at remembering the little things - what time I was supposed to eat, take medecine or somethin, or what somebody's name was, that kind of stuff. But now, it seems to be a lot worse. Every time that I fall asleep, I forget almost everything about the previous day. I can remember school things fairly well, but everything else - where I went, who I talked to , what I did, what I said - just kind of scraps for the next day. So, as you might have been able to deduce for yourself, I'm afraid of sleeping (or, more appropriately, I'm afraid of forgetting everything about the days I'm living). For the past few months, I've just tried to stay awake for as long as possible, which leads to only a couple of hours of sleep a night, at best, plus I STILL end up forgetting all of this stuff once I finally conk out. It just kind of scares me to lose everything. I would like to think it scares everyone, but I don't know if it does.
Ever since I was a little kid, I never really was good at remembering the little things - what time I was supposed to eat, take medecine or somethin, or what somebody's name was, that kind of stuff. But now, it seems to be a lot worse. Every time that I fall asleep, I forget almost everything about the previous day. I can remember school things fairly well, but everything else - where I went, who I talked to , what I did, what I said - just kind of scraps for the next day. So, as you might have been able to deduce for yourself, I'm afraid of sleeping (or, more appropriately, I'm afraid of forgetting everything about the days I'm living). For the past few months, I've just tried to stay awake for as long as possible, which leads to only a couple of hours of sleep a night, at best, plus I STILL end up forgetting all of this stuff once I finally conk out. It just kind of scares me to lose everything. I would like to think it scares everyone, but I don't know if it does.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Blog #2
I used to think...
... that the clouds were made from the power plant steam towers. I used to think that millionaires got rich because they owned fountains and wishing wells. I used to think that Lunchables were the single finest form of dining. I used to think that I could fly - until I jumped off of playground equipment. I used to think that Blue Clues was the single greatest TV show known to mankind. I used to think that I was going to be a Wrestler/Astronaut combination when I grew up. I used to think that what other people think about me actually mattered - and it doesn't, in almost all cases. Haters gonna hate.
... that the clouds were made from the power plant steam towers. I used to think that millionaires got rich because they owned fountains and wishing wells. I used to think that Lunchables were the single finest form of dining. I used to think that I could fly - until I jumped off of playground equipment. I used to think that Blue Clues was the single greatest TV show known to mankind. I used to think that I was going to be a Wrestler/Astronaut combination when I grew up. I used to think that what other people think about me actually mattered - and it doesn't, in almost all cases. Haters gonna hate.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Blog # 1
Who/what is a hero?
Heroes are incredibly subjective to describe, because all heroes are different. Generally speaking, though, a hero has to be able to do what everyone else will be incapable of doing, once it finally comes down to it. Heroes have to do good, even if they aren't good themselves. Heroes must be bold and courageous, even if they seem imperfect at times. A hero never gives up until the battle is won, or until there's peace. A hero know what is right, and is willing to fight or even die for what's right. Heroes don't give in to temptation, don't turn to evil, but they may have to do evil to save the people they love, or the innocent lives in the balance. Heroes, above all, do what must be done, in the end, and make the right choice no matter what the cost.
Heroes are incredibly subjective to describe, because all heroes are different. Generally speaking, though, a hero has to be able to do what everyone else will be incapable of doing, once it finally comes down to it. Heroes have to do good, even if they aren't good themselves. Heroes must be bold and courageous, even if they seem imperfect at times. A hero never gives up until the battle is won, or until there's peace. A hero know what is right, and is willing to fight or even die for what's right. Heroes don't give in to temptation, don't turn to evil, but they may have to do evil to save the people they love, or the innocent lives in the balance. Heroes, above all, do what must be done, in the end, and make the right choice no matter what the cost.
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