Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I have a job!!! WooHoo! Serving senior citizens coffee and meals! I'm going to be getting a paycheck on a regular basis! God is Good!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
If I could clone myself....I would.
So I went in for the whole, "registration" thing today at South...my last year of high school. It's weird- and I know it's so everywhere because everyone says it- but....it feels like I just registered to be a Freshman yesterday...time has gone by so fast.
I was thinking last night while I was at Kelsy's...that I'm 17 years old. SEriously- most of the time, I don't act like it...and I don't really feel like it. !7 is just a blah year anyway. 16 is sweet and 18 is old...but what is 17? It's kinda like being 12... I don't even feel like I should be a senior. The past three years seniors (in my mind) were mature...experienced in practically everything...they were beautiful and sophistocated...Totally on a pedestal- but I don't see me measuring up. It's just weird to be a senior. To be thinking about college and things like that. Old people have to think about that...not me.
I feel like I should know more than I do. Like if someone were to ask me something about experience, I'm sure I could answer them with a helpful answer- but it doesn't feel like I'm smart...or wise actually. The two are very different...but to be WISE. Of course I'm not sure I knew any really wise seniors... Lacy was wise in some things when she was a senior...she gave me advice that I have long forgotten- but meant a lot back then.
I just wonder what people think of me...do I act like I could be 17? Do I act mature? Do people respect me? Ahhh, the joys of a eighth-life crisis.
I was thinking last night while I was at Kelsy's...that I'm 17 years old. SEriously- most of the time, I don't act like it...and I don't really feel like it. !7 is just a blah year anyway. 16 is sweet and 18 is old...but what is 17? It's kinda like being 12... I don't even feel like I should be a senior. The past three years seniors (in my mind) were mature...experienced in practically everything...they were beautiful and sophistocated...Totally on a pedestal- but I don't see me measuring up. It's just weird to be a senior. To be thinking about college and things like that. Old people have to think about that...not me.
I feel like I should know more than I do. Like if someone were to ask me something about experience, I'm sure I could answer them with a helpful answer- but it doesn't feel like I'm smart...or wise actually. The two are very different...but to be WISE. Of course I'm not sure I knew any really wise seniors... Lacy was wise in some things when she was a senior...she gave me advice that I have long forgotten- but meant a lot back then.
I just wonder what people think of me...do I act like I could be 17? Do I act mature? Do people respect me? Ahhh, the joys of a eighth-life crisis.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Summer
it's weird how things change in the summer...or how things don't change. You realize who you are truely connected to because they call you and try to be with you--when during the school year you see them everyday only because of school.
It's weird how people say they're soooo busy during the school year with homework and after school activities that they can't find time to make it to church or to read their bible but then when summer comes and they do nothing all day--the story is still the same.
It's weird how the summer never goes by quick, but always slowly but the school year crawls by until the last week when it zips by.
It's weird how people try to reinvent themselves before labor day of each year only to find that a new hair cut and new clothes doesn't change the people they hang out with or the way they act.
The summer is a blessing in so many ways, but it's just strange to see how people use it. I guess it's that way with every blessing.
It's weird how people say they're soooo busy during the school year with homework and after school activities that they can't find time to make it to church or to read their bible but then when summer comes and they do nothing all day--the story is still the same.
It's weird how the summer never goes by quick, but always slowly but the school year crawls by until the last week when it zips by.
It's weird how people try to reinvent themselves before labor day of each year only to find that a new hair cut and new clothes doesn't change the people they hang out with or the way they act.
The summer is a blessing in so many ways, but it's just strange to see how people use it. I guess it's that way with every blessing.
