NOT MY DAY !

  You know when you have those days where nothing seems to go right and every time you turn around something bad is happening to you. Well I’m having one of those days.

   It started this morning when I woke up late, well I didn’t really wake up late I just didn’t get up at the time I was supposed to because well I had to work last night until 11 and I was so tired I forgot to set my alarm. You would think that getting to sleep in would be a good thing well not today it wasn’t.

   Like most mornings I went to my bus stop and waited in the cold for the bus to come which is usually on time but because it is one of those days it decided to be late, which meant we got stuck in a bit of a traffic jam at the 4 way stop just down the road from the school.

   First period could not seem to go by any slower but I guess because I was worried about this week it just thought I’m going to go by super slow so that Justine falls asleep in class ( I didn’t actually though).

  Second period was fine I had peer helping which I got to sit through a grade nine health class… not the best thing in the world but when the girls cant take putting a condom on their fingers seriously it is a little bit funny but hey that’s health class for you.

  Nothing exciting really happened until lunch when I did one of those things where you call out a friends name and it isn’t really them so you turn around and act like it was the person behind you that called out someone’s name embarrassingly. O and then I have spare now so I went to go get math help from a teacher when there was a class in her room so I freaked out thinking I didn’t really have spare now and ran frantically to my math classroom only to upsettingly burst into the class yelling ‘IM SO SORRY IM LATE” when really that wasn’t even my math class. Talk about a bad day or funny for the people who got to witness any of it. Well I just needed to rant a little bit. O and THANK GOODNESS MOVEMBER IS OVER TODAY.

Not as bad as i thought

Ill tell you right now it was like getting shot in the leg! Not that you know I’ve ever actually experienced that first hand but I heard the it can be pretty pain full to have it happen. What does this have to do with?

Well considering the fact that we are going in to poetry and I wanted it to feel my wrath my relationship has changed with poetry in the last five years. In grade 9 I could not have despised it more. Now it’s more of a love-hate relationship where of course I do most of the work with loving it and hating it at different times.

 Its amazing when you write your own piece and its good but when the person reading or marking feels that it is anything but good it’s a horrible feeling and I cant get over how much it makes me hate poetry when I can just never seem to get it right. I love to write it well sometimes it is just an overwhelming feeling when there is something on your mind and the only trying you can do is write about it sometimes it flows sometimes its like a peach pie that just wont cook the way grandma made it (not that anyone in my family will ever be able to do that). 

 I will be completely honest when I say I am not great at poetry. Its likes a lot of the sports I play I’m not exactly good at them but when I try my best its all I can do.

To read it … well if it is good ill read it but if some sort of William shakespear stuff that only people in the era really understood then well it will go unread like most of my math notes. If it is something I can relate to and doesn’t use a whole lot of big words because well who am I kidding big words are not my forte because like Lauren beswick says I’m “uneducated”.

Amanda’s poem Bats I think it’s just because like I said before sometimes I get poetry sometimes I don’t well I don’t understands this one. Well to be honest I just got my mom to explain it for me so now that it makes sense I think it’s a good poem and the only question I would raise about it is what does Amanda mean by the worlds last confession?

Her other poem lullaby is one that I sort of understood but my mom had to again explain a few words but it reminded me of a poem my mom read to me once funny thing is though I didn’t like the poem. Her poem is very expressional and I like it because it makes me really think about what a mothers bond is to their child. Well lets all hope this unit goes well J

Dreams of failing

Hello classmates so last night I had a pretty sad scary and just down right horrible dream. I was in collage doing what I am planning to apply for which is recreation and leisure, and I was reading a paper that was making fun of me.

        Apparently collage was too hard for me and I had decided to drop out. Like my worst fear I had failed. Do you ever wonder if your dreams are telling you something about your future?

        About what will happen and how it will happen? I can’t say personally it’s happened to me but it’s come pretty damn close. In January I will be applying to Conestoga and if I don’t get in ill be crushed but if I get in and drop out I don’t know what ill do. I got to say I hope there is more people out there than just me that are afraid to wind up as a drop out from collage or university. My dad try to make a joke and say well maybe it is a sign so I shot back at him saying well dad you never finished high school let alone went to collage.

       In fact my mom didn’t go to Collage either nor my two sisters actually in my entire family both my mom and das side there are 30 people in total and only 4 have gone to Collage and one of them was a drop out. I wonder what my odds are. :s

Secret circle

Making a post secret card, to be honest I don’t get the point. Well actually that’s not true I do get it, it’s an anonyms way to tell people things you wouldn’t actually want them to know. Personally if it’s a big secret i probably wouldn’t tell anyone, small things not a big deal im a pretty open person.
     If I were to make a post secret I would just post this: Im afraid of failure. A lot of people don’t know that about me seeing as a lot of my grades aren’t the best. I do try my best although it’s not always good work. I hate the idea of failure, every year I almost fail a class but do amazing on the exam so I wind up passing.
     During wrestling season I try my best but there is always someone bigger, faster, stronger, and more athletic than you. Unfortunately in grade 11 and 12 it went down hill and I didn’t make it to offssa. In rugby I got M.I.P and couldn’t have been happier that was the feeling of success.

    Failing in school or sports or anything scares me and I’m afraid of it. I graduated high school which is amazing and I plan in being in collage next September where I don’t plan on failing but there is that chance seeing as your best isn’t always good enough!