TOO OLD FOR TRICK-OR-TREATING?

How old is to old to go trick-or-treating? It's been all over the news, it was a article in my school newspaper and it pondered in my mind as I thought about Halloween this year. I am 16 years old and I still love candy. It's not fair to put a cap on the age on which your allowed to walk around and get free candy. I get a thrill off of dressing up and being silly. I still am a kid, well kind of. I was surprised when I saw in a city in IL set a certain age limit to trick-or-treating. I do understand that you don't want that 40 year old man with the weird hat and awkward posture to snatch up your kids or their bags of candy. So maybe a cap on trick-or-treating should be implemented but maybe like 18. After high school maybe my urge for free candy will lessen? So I am willing to compromise at 18 I will no longer go trick-or-treating.  But that just means I am going to have to fill up six pillows case of candy instead of three between now and when I turn 18. I like challenges! ;-)

GOODBYE GIVING UP

I don't understand the mentality of giving up. The whole throw in the towel thing doesn't really work for me. It may be because I have to much pride. That must be it. Every time giving up or going easy crosses my path I kick out the way like a putter would a soccer ball. When you give up you get nothing in return. So that all that you did put in was a waste of time. I think every time I give up on something I bring myself down; subconsciously. Something in my mind sticks that I didn't finish a task or marked myself as handicap to the task. I don't see why you want to give up, or what feels good about it. I can't stand the word GIVE UP honestly. My fingers cramp every time I type it, except when it's in the sentence GOODBYE GIVING UP!

THE BOXCAR CHILDREN

I fell in love with reading when I read The Boxcar Children. I was eight years old when I first picked up the yellow covered booked and with the red letters. I wasn't sure about it at first but I grabbed it anyway. I remember the first time I read the book, right off the back I loved it. Although it was more than that, I fell in love with reading in general. I feel in love with the feeling of being apart of another world that I  could enter and exit at my own disgretion. There is so much to this idea of reading that I want to share and why I fell in love with it but I am saving that detail for my cause and effect essay !

5:30 IN THE MORNING

The best time of the day is 5:30 in the morning. You may be thinking "umm...no, that's the worst!" Just think about it what happens at 5:30 in the morning? Absolutely nothing! I love 5:30 in the morning because it's peaceful. At 5:30 in the morning no one in my house is awake. The sound of silence surrounds me and I am able to spend time with me, all alone. I don't have to worry about my prayer time being interrupted or my younger siblings barging in my room uninvited. At 5:30 the sky is still dark, the outside is calm and I feel renewed. At 5:30am there is nothing to stress about, there is no one trying to get my attention. At 5:30am it's just me, myself, God and I. I love that time of the day because it gives me my strength before I have to endure a long and demanding evening. 5:30 am is my time for me.

Seattle

Seattle. I am not sure if it is the clouds or the rain that make me so drowsy. I've lived in Seattle for a while, almost  my whole life. But when I was younger I never really noticed how effective the weather can be towards how I feel everyday. Waking up to the overcast, the chilly wind and the pouring rain is not a formula for the usually happy, springing and exciting person that I usually am. The weather can just be so draining at times. Many days I would love to just put on my warm socks, curl up in bed with a cup of hot coco and do nothing. Have you waken up and looked outside to the gray motionless atmosphere? In all it can just be depressing. I am a sun lover, a palm tree, beach and hot days lover. As beautiful as Seattle can be at times I could still use a little more sunshine! But Oh, well...I can make the best of it !

My Righteous Mind

I have deep down desire for working out in general. When I don't workout I am cranky, unsatisfied, and rude. Working out is like a drug for me. It allows me to sleep better, eat better and overall just feel better. Working out for me is definitely my stress reliever, it helps me to keep my righteous mind throughout the week. After I work out I feel fresh and accomplished. I love the pain in working out, the relief after the workout and the muscle gain a few days later. I have to have working out apart of my life. In many ways it makes me who I am. Maybe it's just my competitive spirit talking but I truly do believe that I am in LOVE with working out. I wouldn't have it any other way!

TIME

I really feel like lately time is moving extremely fast. I wake up, go to school, work out, go home, homework, dinner and curve out. Only to wake up the next day and do the same thing again. I hardly remember what happen the day before because my mind is so worried about what I have to do tomorrow. With school, friends and sports my day is filled and I haven't even mentioned trying to take time out for myself. Sometimes I sit still in my bed late night trying to soak in the day, trying to soak in the moment of peace I have before I fall asleep. I turn everything off, open my curtains to my balcony and let the dark peaceful sky lull me to sleep. It's really the only time that the day seems to move slow, that I can actually feel and here every heart beat of mine. It's the only time of the day where my mind truly gets to rest and my muscles get to relax. Every other moment in the day is hectic, moving swiftly as if someone is pushing the fast forward button on the remote. I really feel like lately time is moving extremely fast.

Secrets

I have secretly always wanted to be a ballerina. I have been craving the pink tights, the pink skirt and the pink shoes since I've first laid eyes on them. I always wanted to jump in the air countless times and be caught my handsome boy bellow. I haven't really persuade my secret passion though. I don't know why though; maybe because playing basketball it always felt like such a strong contrast. I will take classes though one day, and reveal my secret passion for being a ballerina. I will continue to dream about it at night and in the day time! I have always secretly wanted to be a ballerina.

My Little Pink Planner

"I can't help it is just the way I am,"I often here myself saying. Although I know what I am is not a bad thing. It has gotten me to where I am now. Without this habit or this urge to continue this habit my life might just fall apart. I would become over-whelmed, and  maybe even often times lost.
I am a over achiever, a nerd, a square bear, when it comes to organizing things. I have to have everything written down in my little pink planner if I ever so wish to accomplish a task. Without my planner I would be forgetful, clumsy and my life would come crashing down like the twin towers did on 9/11.
I write absolutely everything down. Not only homework assignments or meetings dates. I go as far as writting down when I should start asking my mom about a certain event with friends or birthdays I want to remember. I tell you, without this planner, this little pink, paper dated planner, I would lose my mind almost literally.
My days are always full and I am more often busy then not busy. ASB meetings, Inner high Meetings, an extra basketball practice, meet with my teacher, interview a student for the newspaper, check on the kids I tutor etc, it never ends. I feel like when I write things down it's a burden lifted off my shoulder to not have to remember it. I am then allowed to clear my mind and but only so that I have place to put something else; like possibly the realization that I am hungry and it's lunch time or that it's late at night and I should probably get some rest!
With hectics weeks and demanding weekends my little pink planner makes it that much easier to live my life.

HARD MONDAYS

For some reason Mondays are always the hardest day of the week. Mondays are the mornings my body rolls out of bed and my feet almost slip from the floor. Mondays are painful to wake to, get dress to and function in. As I walk into school my body still feels asleep, my eyes are red and nothing in brain is active. As I take my seat in class my hands automatically fold on the desk in front of me and my head drops. Mondays are brutal and they come once a week, every week and they won't stop coming. Is there a cure for hard Mondays? I think this is one infection that is incurable. If I am wrong let me know and slip whatever you got. Please. Mondays are the hardest day of he week because you just came off a sleep in, errand running, partying, stay up late weekend.

 Have you ever seen a high school MTV reality show? One when the high schools are thousands of kids deep? Where the leadership is impressive, the sports teams are on top, and everybody paints their face for the football games? I can tell you straight up my high school is nothing like that. We are 600 kids deep, the leadership can be sketchy and the sports teams are usually on the bottom, and painting faces for football games? We don't even have fans.
 I spent 3 days and 2 nights in Bothell at a leadership conference. All the Associate Student Body leaders were there, the class presidents were there as well as the leadership teams.Everyone was decked out in their schools colors, ready to share ideas to have fun and get you excited about being a leader in your school. As soon as I stepped off the bus I felt the school spirit from every direction. I was excited. I had never been apart of something like this.Kids were screaming cheers, dancing to the music and proud to be apart which ever school they were coming from!
While my time in Bothell I listened to speakers that motivated the hell out of me, received ideas on how to improve my school as a whole and enjoyed a new surrounding of people. It felt almost unreal, that I was apart of this huge production that was a delegate at the WASC(Washington Associate Student Council) conference. I was chosen to be sent out so I could come back and bring some of that thousand kids deep spirit to my tiny 600 kids deep school. I took advantage of every moment, scribbling down notes, taking business cards, making friends and taking it all in. Taking in what a high school should really be like.
My school had sent only 4 people while other schools sent fourteen it was a little disappointing to be a represented in small numbers. Although, WASC is every year and next year no doubt were rolling deep, And this year I am ready to make a change! STARTING WITH THE FACE PAINTING AND FANS AT OUR FOOTBALL GAMES!

Thinking Your Way to Your Destiny

"What you think, is what you say, what you say is what you do, what you do is who you are, who you are is your destiny, so everyday think your way to destiny!" I love that quote because it makes me think how powerful my mind is. Not only in the sense of education, but in the sense of living everyday. It all starts in my head, how good I will allow my day to be, how much I'll take away from the teacher in class and how hard I'll choose to work in everything I do. I am who I think I am. All I have to do is think of what I want to be and that's who I am. Simple right? So why ever think negative? Why ever think less instead of more? Why ever think I can't when I can. I commit to myself to always think towards what it is I want in life, I commit to myself to always think my way to destiny.

GOOD

There is something about it that makes it good. Something about it makes it that satisfactory, superb, outstanding, good. Maybe it's how hard it is sometimes, or how it all just makes since. Every time I engage in it my mind is cleared, I become lost and completely smitten by it. Take it away and I'll cry like a new born baby. Take it away and I will slowly start heading into a downward spiral. Give it to me and I'll smile my greatest smile. Give it to me and I'll give back to it absolutely everything that I can, and even then I'll rest up and go give it more. I am addicted to it I admit it, or maybe I don't want to admit it because  they say the first step to curing an addiction is to admit to it. I don't want to be cured. I want to be under the spell of this forever. I'll hold on for as long as I can which will be FOREVER because I will never let it go. I love the game of basketball, there is just something about it that makes it good.  Something about it makes it that satisfactory,superb,outstanding,good.