Half way into the exit.

Hey there Blogworld-
I'm back from the great beyond.
I have been uncharacteristically busy recently. Let's go over the basics:
-I am now seventeen years old. Write it down everyone, that's important stuff right there I tell you.
- I got my driver's license. Today. Most nerve-wracking experience and even though it took only five minutes it was painful.
- I started my college class. Yesterday we learned how to do hat tricks. I think I might be able to get a decent grade in it.
- School would be fatal if you took away my best friend. Thanks, Jessie.

I got invited to pages.videojug.com by the editor Jemma. That is exciting.
I also realized I got a job offer in my email. Unfortunately it is only for a Halloween store that will be closing in a couple weeks. Got put into spam. And it was sent two weeks ago. SO thanks a lot technology. You are very unhelpful when it comes to job hunting.
I still have not started my college essays. Even thought they aren't due to December and I get severely stressed out whenever someone brings them up. Apparently this makes me a slacker.

I looked at MCLA a couple weeks ago and I love it there, but I also love Franklin Pierce University, so we're going to have see what happens. I'll definitely keep you posted on that though.

Oh and my brother is doing better. He has Crohn's Disease. So he has to watch what he eats.

Peace, Love and Walruses,
Maggie

"Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment. " - Jim Rohn

I admit I do not have any clue who Jim Rohn is. But I like the quote because it pretty much sums up how I feel about school.
I completed the first "week" (it really was only three days but I'm going to run with this if you don't mind) back. It was pretty good. I went back Wednesday and had homework from six o'clock until ten o'clock. But the actual day was fantastic and I would not trade it for anything. It was probably the best first day back to school since second grade.
The teachers however have not been making the transition back the least bit easy on us. Let's put it this way: I had three papers due the very next day and they instituted a "Zero Tolerance Late Work Policy". We get a twenty percent reduction if we turn it in late the first time, but the second time we get a zero and still have to complete the homework after school with the teacher and they call your parents. I have never turned in homework late before but now I am just absolutely terrified.
Thursday dragged on for so long though. I do not have any clue why but it seemed to go on forever. I was so tired by the end of it but after that Friday was great. We read "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe in Literature which is one of my absolute favorites.
This year may be tough but I think I'm up for it. Let's hope.
Peace, Love, and Ravens,
Maggie

Progress for the sake of Progress' sake

Quick update: my apologetics teacher has changed! I no longer have any idea on what to expect now. I know it's my teacher who taught Worldviews last year but he's never taught Apologetics since I have been at the school. So... I guess we'll find out together! I don't really like this teacher however. He's kind of a jerk.

Peace, Love, and Penguins,

Maggie

P.S. It took longer to find a picture than to write this post. Sad fact.

Let the credits play

So let's make this a more personal entry, sound good? Okay.

Senior year excites me and stresses me out but it's honestly not the main focus. Everything else seems to be getting in the way of that thought. My mind is focused on my brother who is getting really anxious about how the doctor told him he has lesions on his esophagus and my brother is a really strong person. Him and my mom are the strongest people I know and it really scares me to see him going in and out of the hospital. It has made me have a lot more sympathy for those people who have little babies that are stuck in the hospital. And it makes me mad that people have children like that and still have more children they make suffer through the same fate. My mom, my brother and I all have the same anxiety problem. We also don't let anyone see it. The only way I know what he is going through is from talking with his wife. He didn't even tell us about the lesions never mind that he's freaked out about it. It's at the point where it's all I can think about. School seems like the last thing on the list to be concerned about. Why should I get worried or waste time thinking about that when my brother is afraid for himself now that he has his little girl and his wife needing him? School will go but my brother is part of me. I'm scared for him and I don't know what to do. At the end of every day I feel worn out and exhausted and it's all I can do to go to sleep. He's gone through so much only to wind up here? What's the point of that?

Countdown to the End

That title actually makes a lot more sense then I realized. I have less than two and a half weeks until I go back to school. When I finally go back, it will be the start of my last year. I am extremely excited to get out of there. I want to get out of my school and away from almost everyone. I want to get to college and then I want to get on my own completely. I want to get an apartment in the city and leave every morning and come back every evening and not be accountable to anyone but me. I want a job, I want to do things myself because I'm sick of people doing things for me and then they turn around and guilt me about it. Alright, so to give you all a heads up: I am transforming this blog from an anything goes kind of thing into a Senior Year Blog. I'm going to keep track of nearly everything that happens this year. So let's start with the most I know about how my senior year is looking right now:

A Period: Apologetics- this class scares me a little bit. I have an essay due at least once a week in that class. I have worked with the teacher on different projects for the past four years and it's fairly likely that I will be one of his top students this year considering I'm going to be the year book editor this year and he's the guy that oversees the yearbook. But it still makes me pretty nervous.

B Period: American Government- this course does not scare me considering I've had the same teacher for history for four years and this will be my fifth. However, it still seems like the more difficult course that I've had with him.

C Period: Study Hall!!! <3>

D Period: American Literature- I don't want to go to class. I don't want to go to class. I don't want to go to class. I don't want to go to class. I don't want to go to class. I don't want to go to class. I have a new teacher for this class and he's known for being more difficult as a fifth grade teacher than all our high school's teachers combined. He TERRIFIES me.

E Period: Lunch.<3>

F Period: Study hall. Horrible people in there that I never talk with.

G Period: Study Hall. More horrible people I don't like and never talk to.

H Period: Finance. AKA my dad's class. It's going to be embarrassing.

Somewhere I'm supposed to also fit in my independent Spanish 5 class with my mom who is the spanish teacher at my school. UGH. Not looking forward to that either.

Next, I have, hopefully, dual enrollment for one class a semester at a local college. Which I have to go to orientation for on Thursday. I also have my first driving lesson on Thursday. :/ Ick.

More later.

Peace Love and Orangoutangs,

Maggie

Last Christmas I gave you my heart..

It's been crazy.

It's finally summer but despite popular belief it does not mean my life slows down or stops. It just means that there are different things occupying my time. Such as, working for my dad's online bookstore, more chores, finding scholarships, applying to college and lots of random plans. Working towards getting my license and will soon be signing up for driver's ed. classes which scares every ounce of everything I have out of me. I know they're going to be frightening even if it is just sitting in a class taking notes.

I just got back from Texas a few days ago and I miss it a lot. I was visiting a friend down there and stayed with her family for the week. It was fantastic and they made me feel like part of the family very quickly which was great but now I miss them like family.

In other news I finally found a way to connect two very strong stories together. It's a dream come true. I've always wanted to write two short stories then have them overlap into a story in which the characters come together. I think I finally have it but I need to put some more work into the second one "Madelyne" right now, "Ivy" needs to be moved at a quicker pace but considering where the story is right now I believe it will be very simple to take care of that one. I think I'll actually post some of one of them next time. That might be an idea.

SAT SAT SAT SAT SAT

I have spent about the past four months dedicated to the dreadful, evil, treacherous, despicable and villainous SAT's. I have taken a class that was four hours at eight in the morning, every Saturday morning for five weeks where I would take a Practice SAT every Saturday. On Mondays I would have a three hour class from six to nine at night for six weeks. It would be after a long school day, and either softball practice or a softball game. Many times without having dinner before hand. Not fun to sit and study tricks at that time. Since the class ended I have taken the real SAT's twice. Both times at schools where I did not know one single person. Has anyone else had to do that? I don't really recommend it. It's kind of soul eating. If you know what I mean. You have a lot of people looking at you and all you can think is: You don't know me, I don't know you, can I please just take this test that was designed to make me fail so I can get out of here? I promise you will never have to see me again if you let me. Thank you stranger.

So now I am finished though. I got a good enough score to get into the colleges I want to go to and so that is fine by me. I took it the second time because everyone I talked to (with the exception of my mother who would prefer to save money) said that I should take it at least two times because "most people see their scores go up the second time" and so what's wrong with my score going up? I say nothing.

What have your pre-college-application experiences been? Good? Bad? Ugly?

Oh and by the way, if anyone knows prerequisites for college recommendation letters that I can pass on to my teachers then please let me know!