SATM: Holy crap, it’s the last day of 2011! Well, at least in California still. In other places, it’s already 2012, hah.

COFTW: Err, I dunno. Procrastinating on finishing a present for my dear friend, Pie.

SPN: 173.

WHAT’S UP?!

Yeah, so I’ve made a YouTube channel, check it out. MayLikesNoodles. It’s pretty boring right now, but it’s just for fun little videos and my attempts to contact British YouTubers. Ya know, pretty average stuff

Anyways, a reflection of this year.

I think this year, I’ve probably made more friends than I EVER have, EVER. Really, it’s sad, but it also makes me happy at the same time. I’ve never been a very social person, I’m often quiet, and I’m not outspoken, and I prefer to wait my turn rather than interrupt with something to say during conversations. I don’t think I’ve changed much from that. I think more people are reaching out to me. Maybe that has changed me. More than ever, I’m getting a longing to meet new people. While I love all my friends, well, I’m in high school. Things are bound to change. I’d like new friends. I feel like if I stay with the group of friends I have now, I won’t have the experiences I want to have. I don’t have a best friend whose shoulder I can cry on. I’m fairly certain of that. All those personal things in those movies about best friends, I don’t have that. I don’t know if I should be disappointed or what. Sometimes I wish I had the kind of friend. All I know is that I won’t find that friend in the group of friends I currently have. Actually, I don’t even know if the friends I have are REALLY my good friends. I have a few friends I call my best friends but when I look at it, they don’t have the qualities I’d like in my best friend. Out of my top 3 friends, I feel uncomfortable saying they’re my best friend. We don’t have too many things in common. I think the most is like 4 out of anything. I wish I had a friend I could tell anything to instead of just talking about a single topic ALL THE TIME with that person. It’s crazy. I want that to change.

I’m certainly not going tell any of my three top friends this, because then… It would just get awkward. I think that’s the one thing I HATE about all the friends in my little group. We’re all awkward. Sure everyone’s awkward, but when things get personal, BAM, super awkward.

Anyways, more about the good stuff this year. Like how I’ve changed slightly. I’ve become a better writer, that’s for sure. I mean, I wrote a freaking 12 page essay for my portfolio. I spent two weeks on it. Not literally, but I spent at least 15 man hours on that essay. It was totally worth it. I learned that it really does take hard work to get that 100% on any assignment. I learned that I can’t be lazy. I learned that I need a lot more sleep than I thought. I learned that saving money is actually a really big deal. I learned that being a friend is more than just hanging out and talking about a single subject. I learned that cleaning my room is actually really beneficial to me. I learned that life is short. I learned that reading can be an awesome experience once you start to understand each work of whatever you’re reading. I learned that procrastinating is evil. I learned that talking more is great and I should do it more often. I learned that taking pictures can be fun. I learned that I actually like smiling. I learned that performing on stage is super-nerve wracking, but it’s totally awesome when you’ve done it perfectly. I learned that I’m a lot more dependent than I thought. I learned that being girly is okay sometimes. I learned that Nerf guns are REALLY fun. I learned that drawing is a pain in the ass. I learned that it’s okay to wear glasses instead of contacts. I learned that I’m a lot more crafty then I look. I learned that I can really cruel sometimes. I learned that I can be surprisingly kind too. I learned that green tea doesn’t taste that bad. I learned that being yourself is the best thing you can do.

I learned TONS more, and I hope to learn even more in the upcoming year.

Anyways, Happy New Year.

_Maydelle_

SATM: Satisfied.

Btw, see ya when I see ya. No promises

Ended: 1:49 PM Saturday, December 31, 2011. Last post of the year, BOO YAH!

SATM: There’s a strange feeling in my stomach. I dunno why. Other than that, I’m pretty good.

COFTW: Professor Layton and the Unwound Future, and playing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas on the piano, and thinking up Christmas presents for my friends and family.

SPN: 172.

Hey there

Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty darn good. My mom’s still annoyed with my dad because he always makes silly comments. But whatever, the point is, it seems like they still have a while to go before it’s down to “We’re getting a divorce.” Actually, I’m not really sure if it’s still a possibility. Ah well, who knows what the future holds?

Anyways, again, not the focus of the post. Once again, it seems that I’m always playing catch-up with this site.

Let’s see what’s changed.

I’ve been feeling a lot more social lately. Not in the sense that I can go up to people and just make small talk, but in the sense that I feel more comfortable just being around more people. I’m so used to being in a small compact group of friends, but that’s gradually changed as  I start meeting friends of friends who introduce me to more friends of friends. I just feel that I’ve really expanded in who I talk to on a daily basis. For example, hmm, I shall call him Goldfish. I think I’ve mentioned him as GJ. I never really spoke to him until that Disneyland trip that I went on in eighth grade. We made some good memories, the four of us, me, Goldfish, Pie, and Slash (I seem to have lost track of my nick names, but I shall call her the Blaxican from now on or Afromaster… Afromaster=Blaxican=Slash). Anyways, I’ve just realized that I now talk to Goldfish even though we’ve never had the same classes or knew each other prior to the trip last school year. He’s probably one of my closest guy friends currently. I feel kind of sad that I don’t have a guy friend that I can tell everything to, all my personal problems and stuff, but it’s nice to know that I actually have a guy friend that I converse with every morning and at lunch. Actually, he’s the only guy in our lunch group of about 12 people. He’s told us multiple times that he only hangs out with us because all his guy friends have 2nd lunch, but whatever.

Onto the next subject.

Christmas Concert. December 15. VVHS. Concert Band.

Yep, band is having the ol’ Christmas concert. Aaaaand, I’ll be doing a freaking piano solo. It’s tough. It’s my first time performing. Like EVER. As a pianist. As a soloist. Oh boy.

I’m really, really nervous about it. You know how I said I’ve been playing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas as an obsession. Yeah, it’s more like I’ve been practicing it because I need it memorized before December 15. And I have to play it confidently with my back straight avoiding looking at the audience I’ll be in front of. It’s pretty nerve-wracking considering my little experience with performing and the fact that I have major stage fright. I’ve always avoided just playing piano for party guests at my house. Or anything really. My parents once had to force me to play because I kept running away. I’ll admit the last time that happened was when I was like 8, but that’s because I got very persistent about not playing for anyone. Of course I’ll show off a little in front of my friends, but they’re my friends. At the concert I’ll know the band members, but that’s it. Even in front of them I get nervous, especially when Mr. G calls me out in class. *sigh* I don’t know how I’ll handle it, but I hope I do okay.

Well. Yeah.

I’ma switch the topic now.

How’s about English, eh? English is… frustrating. We have portfolio essays at my school, I don’t know how many schools have this, but mine does (FML). And yeah. They suck. Minimum eight paragraphs, about 4 pages minimum. We had to make a rough draft in one night. As a freshmen, it’s a bit overwhelming writing that much along with the rest of the homework all these damn teachers assign. It was rough. I actually woke up at like 4 and wrote 5 pages of stuff and I didn’t even get to 6 paragraphs. I wrote a new page once I got to school. Luckily, due to its surprising length, I got a stamp from Mrs. N. Boy, was I relieved. The next draft was 9 pages with all 8 paragraphs. Mrs. N then wrote notes over the English section (which was first and the longest). And yeah. My third rough draft was 14 pages (13 pages and a sentence at the back). In class, she said she was just going to skim over it since she was fairly confident that I had fixed my mistakes. She sat down and started reading. I began to notice that she was actually reading fairly deeply and I was surprised. I mean, she just said she was going to scan it. The English portion ended up taking up 7 pages, and she said she was interested in my writing and that it was well-detailed. I had been silent hyperventilating each time her pen touched the paper. But in the end, I just needed to fix some things and add more about certain topics. She admitted that it was rather lengthy and that I need to cut out two paragraphs, but it was “excellent.” I can’t even describe the ecstasy I was in. Just to hear that my efforts into making that draft were successful.

She actually ended up embarrassing me about 3 times in class right after that saying, “I just read Maydelle’s essay. It is 14 pages long.” I heard everyone turn in their seats to look at me. Some with dirty looks, some with awe and admiration, and some with overall indifference. “Can you imagine what a teacher will grade you if you have 3 pages and that teacher had just read Maydelle’s essay? Yeah, they’re gonna grade you badly. I’m hoping none of your essays are under 4 pages.” After that she mentioned the importance of having every piece in our portfolios. This is an exact quote, “Even if you have a Maydelle 13-page essay, excellent detail, great imagery, and you’re missing one piece, it’s an automatic zero.” Everyone laughed as I sunk in my chair slightly. Especially Pie. Mrs. N said “Maydelle 13-page essay” about 2 more times. At book club, this past Saturday, Bunneh Buddeh told me that she even mentioned me in her 5th period class. Mrs. N has two freshmen classes, 2nd period and 5th. According to Bunneh Buddeh this is what she said, “I’m not going to say the name, but I have a student in my 2nd period class who has a 13 page essay with excellent detail” etc, etc. And Bunneh Buddeh (at book club) said, “And of course I knew she was talking about you since you told me that you wrote like 13 pages for your essay.)

I’m really glad that she’s like, I guess, proud of having a student who wrote that much, but it’s really embarrassing that she talks about me like that in front of the class, you know? I was just gonna be like, Oh yeah! Personal Victory! in my head, but noooo, she just had to say it in class. Two classes. Yeah.

I’m done for tonight. I’ll try to post more often, well, if I have more “interesting” stories.

_Maydelle_

SATM: Alright.

Ended: 11:33 PM Saturday, November 26, 2011.

Oh yeah, it’s my big bro’s birthday! Heh.

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SATM: I’m feeling alright. A lot better since the last post at the least.

COFTW: I’ve gotten back into speed-cubing. New techniques are as frustrating as ever, but it’s so worth it just to show off to friends.

SPN: 171.

Considering the last post’s topic was life at home, I’ve decided to continue it. My mom hasn’t mentioned anything since our little talk, but it seems as if she’s trying to look happier around me. Should I be concerned? Probably. But for now, I’m just not going to do anything. For one thing, it seems like my dad is making more of an effort to clean up around the house more and maybe not do the whole horse racing thing. Actually, when I asked him about horse racing, he just said that it was a way to keep busy when he doesn’t work. I, of course, tried to bring up some alternative activities to do when he gets home such as reading or Sudoku (which I know he’s a big fan of). But I don’t know, he’s not big on reading and I guess he’s lost interest in Sudoku. I suppose that’s one thing we share in common: A love yet loss of interest for Sudoku. Oh well. He said he’s “learning.” I’m not exactly sure what he’s learning, but I hope that it involves him spending less time on horse racing.

Anyways, talking about my dad is not the point of this post. This site is all about me (yes, that was completely conceited and I don’t care). It’s all about my life, the obstacles I face, interesting events involving my friends, marching band, and trying to get through everything my honors teachers are throwing at me.

I can honestly say that I am hating school save for lunchtime, the less than an hour period in which I get to eat, hang out with my friends, mess around with my Rubik’s cube, and practice drumming all at once. School is just… stressful. Yeah, everybody says it, especially honors kids, but hey, it’s true. I’m sure people in college are way more stressed, but once again, this is about my life.

I think I’ll try something a little different considering how there’s no rotational schedule at VVHS. I’ll be going by my classes in the order I go to them and give a rough overview of them.

Period 1: Aerobics, well, I can’t really say much about this class. The only person I really know in there is Pie, but it’s not like we get to talk a lot anyways unless it’s a free day. What to say about Aerobics.. Well, we watch videos at least 3 days out of the week, testing videos at least once a week (final day of doing a video we’ve been doing and getting participation points for effort). Other than that, we run a half mile, REALLY easy, but I’m pretty lazy about it considering, since it’s an all girls class, that we all have to do it under 5:30. I usually average around 5, so I’ll be safe for a while. Pie’s lucky, she’s got some sort of condition with her knee so she doesn’t have to run. But she gets pretty bored walking around the track once more as we all get our times written down. Oh well, at least I get to talk to her in the locker room since we’re usually the first ones dressed. At one point she made a list of almost all the animals she would want in her own personal zoo. It was quite entertaining since she had a reason for having each of them. Anyways, yeah.

Period 2: English 1 Honors. Oh English, how I suck so much in it… To be honest, I’m quite good at the technical parts of it, but forming an essay? Not really my thing. I’d probably make a good grammar check though. The class itself it actually pretty interesting. I definitely get the sense of learning in there and Mrs. N has some pretty interesting stories. It actually reminds me of Ms. L from 7th grade. She can be pretty sarcastic sometimes, blunt, but, for the most part, she really teaches us stuff. She knows that, as honors kids, we often get more pressure put onto us, and that we’re also brighter than some of the other kids at VVHS. She really wants to change our generation and make us more involved the community and become informed of world events. Occasionally she’ll bring up a current event for discussion. All in all though, it’s a heavy workload, and I do feel like crap after I’ve procrastinated. I’m really hoping I can change that this year because I have a terrible work ethic and I’m pretty lazy as it is. Maybe Mrs. N can help me with it.

Period 3: World History Honors. This class… Well, it’s alright. The work, not too heavy, it’s manageable. The projects are quite, hmm, I don’t know how to explain it. They’re very time-oriented and require quick but quality work. The notebook is okay, I hate having to make flippy pages for like every page in there because I write so much though. I often don’t know when too much is too much >.< That’s pretty much all I can say about that.

Period blah: Lunch: It’s the mooost wonderful tiiiime of the day. I’m hoping in your head it sounded somewhat similar to Most Wonderful Time of the Year. No? Alright. Anyways, it’s great to catch up on homework, and it offers so much to relief to finally eat especially when you inadvertently skip breakfast.

Period 4: Geometry. BORING. Honestly, I was hoping it would be a challenge, but it’s not. It’s really easy. The teacher nice, but she’s just not captivating. Her voice is fairly quiet (my brothers explained that she has some sort of issue with public speaking), and she often uses worksheets in a similar manner to elementary school worksheets. It doesn’t bother me too much, they don’t take long and I feel like I’m actually learning, but… I really love math and I just wish there was a challenge sometimes. Maybe it’ll change next semester.

Period 5: Biology. Oh Mr. L, how you torture all your kids with your lab reports and pre-writes and notebooks. Seriously, I love science (chemistry to be specific) but I absolutely HATE BIO! I’ll admit, I find DNA fascinating but the way we learn, it’s not satisfying at all. When I listen to his lectures, for the most part they’re captivating, but then when it comes to taking notes on all of it and trying to keep up with everything he says and draws on the board, it just happens really quickly. His notes are long, and we usually have to copy them from online before his lecture. His due dates are confusing at time even when he puts them on the agenda. Oh well, hopefully I’ll have his class figured out by the end of the semester.

Period 6: Concert Band, drumline is so frustrating. All of them are lazy and unmotivated. I feel like I’m the only one dedicated. They’re always messing around and at one point, Mr. G actually threatened push-ups for anyone who wasn’t ready before me (since I’m usually the first one out even if I’m the last one to start getting ready). I just feel like they’re not serious and get distracted way too easily. Plus, all of them are really… really… black. I had to say it. They admit it even and I just feel awkward being around them when they start talking in that almost wannabe black way. Three of them are actually black, the rest are Mexican. It’s even harder to try and get them on task when I’m only one out of the two freshmen on drumline. Anyways, enough about them. The actual class is pretty fun. Actually, I can’t say much more than that. It’s just fun.

Period 7: Marching Band, whoop whoop. Marching isn’t easy, especially when I’m in the center line. It gets really confusing sometimes, but we’re doing a parade soon and we need to get better quickly. We’ve been making progress but yeah…

Anyways, in the last post I was really focusing on my parents, but there was something very important that occurred.

In September, I noticed that there was a mole on my back that wasn’t always there. I asked my mom about it and it matched the ABCDs of a melanocytic mole. As you can infer, that relates to melanoma, or skin cancer. We went to the doctor on Sep. 23, and my doctor said that it was common for teenage girls to develop new moles and just suggested us to a dermatologist for further study just to make sure. So on Thursday, Nov. 3, I went to a dermatologist. She said pretty much the same thing that my doctor said plus the fact that it was extremely rare for a girl my age to have skin cancer. But, since my mom was concerned, the dermatologist said that they were going to cut out a piece of the mole and send it to be looked at somewhere for melanocytes. They cut it out right then and there, so they numbed up that small section on my back and took out a tiny little chunk. My mom said it was about the size of a finger tip, about half the nail to the tip size. Then the dermatologist sewed me up and put some gauze and a bandage on my back.

Anyways, all in all, I’m not worried. It’s super rare and if I do have it, I’ll get surgery for immediate removal of whatever developed, and that can’t be much if it’s there.

Oh, and if there was one good thing about getting a piece of my cut out, the dermatologist who did it was from England and she had an AWESOME accent

I shall end my post here, if you think you should be concerned about the possibility of me having skin cancer, don’t be, because I’m fairly sure that I don’t have it. It’s not like you really know me anyways Whoever the heck you are!

_Maydelle_

SATM: I need to go clean my wound xD

Ended: 10:21 PM Saturday, November 5, 2011

SATM: I’m not feeling too well, and I just figure I better get my feelings out somehow.

COFTW: Learning Nocturne in E Flat Major on piano. Frustrating, but so beautiful.

SPN: 170?

I have no clue what to say. To be honest, I’m so freaking surprised that I even remembered this blog and it’s only been what, 1 1/2 months? Seriously. Gah.

Anyways, I just came to get my feelings out because my mom just had a very serious talk with me about her and my dad.

Apparently, she’s not really feeling the relationship anymore. He just gets home after a long day of work to go to his computer and bet on horse racing, or some money thing. He doesn’t talk to her anymore and yeah… She feels that she does so much work at home (which I agree with) and that my dad doesn’t appreciate it. I asked if this was something that developed but apparently it’s been going on for pretty much the whole of their marriage. My mom said that she feels like she has to take care of him and tell him what to do in order to get my dad to do anything besides go on his computer or watch TV. I started feeling bad for my dad until I realized that everything she was saying was true. No matter how many times the same routine had gone through my dad was always the one who had to be told to do something before he actually did it. I feel that after their THIRTY years of marriage he could at least anticipate a little of what my mom expects to be done when she gets home. That being said, my dad has long work hours. He leaves as 6:30 AM and comes home between 7-10 depending on traffic. However, there’s always the weekend. As of right now, my mom works on Saturdays and she likes the house to be clean before she gets home at around 6-ish. My dad knows this, but whenever my mom forgets to tell him he’s always on his laptop or something not cleaning. Then she comes home, sees the house not clean and scolds everyone who didn’t try to clean, especially my dad. Apparently they don’t talk much about anything anymore, but if there’s one thing that happens, it’s my mom speaking loudly to my dad about how he never does anything.

This little conversation just happened about 15 minutes ago. About 14 minutes ago, I was crying but immediately stopped when my grandma came up behind me. I just… She said that she’s thinking about a divorce, and I don’t know how I would handle that. She told me, “I’m only telling you this because you’re a bright girl. I’m not telling you to pick sides, but I just want you to know that if it does happen, make the best choice you can and don’t regret it.” I tried smiling through my tears, but it didn’t work so I scurried off up here where I began the post. If anyone sees this, please offer some kind words, I could use them. I know that this sort of situation happens all the time, really, I’m aware of it. I just don’t know if there’s anything I should do, or if I should let them figure it out.

Anyways, bye. Hopefully the next post (hopefully soon), will be happier.

Plus, I should be getting ready for the football game later today.

_Maydelle_

SATM: A bit teary.

Ended: 4:37 PM Friday, October 14, 2011.

SATM: I’m tired. It’s hot. I’m complaining. My life is weird right now.

COFTW: None. Oh wait! Practicing drum beats. I’m learning a little bit… Well, you’ll find out why.

SPN: 169? I have no clue. Yeah.. I think it’s 169. Eh, whatever.

HEYYYYYY!

I didn’t find the time to post last week. Sorry about that. I will try to be more diligent.

Anyways… High school for the past two weeks… It’s gotten a little bit better. I’m getting used to the huge crowds in the hallway. Teachers are starting to get serious, which is good, but, well, I dunno how I’ll handle them this year. After all, they are high school teachers.

Hmm, let’s go over major events. I joined concert band and marching band as a percussionist. Right now I play top bass, but my role will probably move around drums, xylophones, bells, whatever the heck there is. What else is there… We started dressing out for PE. I’m still feeling awkward. I’m lucky enough to have a locker on the very outer part of the row. It’s very squished in there. So I can just dress up and stuff in the open where there’s not that many people, yay! Gah, I don’t know what else.

Oooh! I remember something else. Okay, well, as you know, I was (fortunately) placed into Honors classes. At VVHS, they allow a summer trip and it’s open to those in Honors/AP English ONLY. So, the trip is available to me. Mrs. N passed papers to those interested. It was basically an itinerary of what would occur while on the trip. The trip is to France and Spain (OMG?!), for ten days (OMGAHHHHH?!), with tons of tours and 3 hours of free time each day all for the price of about $3K. Obviously, that is quite a sum, especially for those affected by the economy. I honestly do not intend to brag, but fortunately for me and my family, we were not so heavily affected. As long as we can save money each month (by June/July), I can go on the trip. However, my mom doesn’t want me to just go on the trip expecting my mom and dad to just go along with it and pay $3K. So she’s making a contract saying that I have to clean the house, do the chores, and keep up a 4.0 for the year. I am going to gladly accept this contract. Seriously, keeping the house clean CHECK! Keeping up my grades? CHECK! I can so do this!

Hopefully

Anyways, that’s pretty much all the news I have.

I’ll try and come up with a way to incorporate a School Day into the next post.

_Maydelle_

SATM: Still tired and REALLY warm.

Ended: 7:29 PM Tuesday, August 23, 2011.

SATM: Eeeeh, I was supposed to do this on August 10, gosh darn it..

COFTW: I’m not really sure… I suppose reading a certain type of manga that I won’t tell you because it’s embarrassing, hehe. Ah, I’m somewhat obsessing over high school. It’s a scary-ass place. Seriously.

SPN: 168

Anyways, HELLO!

Welcome to another post on this odd site that is not very good at updating

So today, I am going to cover the first three days of high school at VVHS.

The first day was hectic at the least. You see, at PMS, well, it’s a small school and not overly crowded. VVHS was overwhelming. There was like a person in every square yard of the school during passing period. All moving around. I felt like a lost child.

Anyways, I got a ride with AS, and we got to the school at around 7:10-ish. First thing we had to do: Go to the gym and get your official schedule. My schedule consisted of Biology (which I will be changing to Biology Honors), Survey PE (regular), Foods 1, first lunch, Geometry, English 1 Honors, and World History/Culture/Geography Honors. And yeah. After I got my schedule, I quickly tried to find my friends. The only thought in my mind at that moment was, “I will not survive without my friends D:” That’s it, that’s what was in my mind. I found Bunneh Buddeh and GL and we just walked around for a bit trying to find others. We found KT, KB, Pie, Banana, Juice, and some others that I won’t mention because they’re not too important  The bell rang and we all parted ways. It was a sad moment. I was so used to us all going to the same class. Anyways, there was no homeroom so I felt rather odd. Hmm, well, let’s get into the first school day segment of HIGH SCHOOL AHHHHH.

Period 1: Biology, Mrs. L introduced herself and then we had a sort of  bingo card in which we had to fill in names of people in certain squares. Like if you’re afraid of cats, that’s one square, or play instruments, or have your own car, or something else. We also had to fill out a info card about our goals and stuff about us. Rather boring, but the teacher was nice. She had a comment for everything. All comments were fairly chuckle-worthy.
Period 2: PE, I don’t think I’m going to like PE. The coach seems decent. I couldn’t tell if he was a yelling type or whatever. He seemed… neutral, I suppose. I found one of my classmates, I was really relieved. And then I met a new person. To be honest, I don’t quite like her. I like to think of myself as a polite person and I’m going to use that as a reason to talk to her. To be honest, she seems like the kind of girl I would avoid. She went to a different middle school in the same district (you know, the kind of school that’s usually at the bottom in terms of test scores…) I didn’t judge her because of that, but I dunno. I can’t really put my finger on what I didn’t like about her. Maybe just the way she talked. I sort of got the feeling that she’s the talker in class, that one girl who knows a lot of people and feels the need to talk, the one that I don’t like being in the same class with. I feel bad to say this, but she’s one of the reasons I hope to change my schedule tomorrow morning.
Period 3: Foods 1, you know, I thought I would be really excited. All I could think about was baking cookies and making delicious meals. Nope, this one semester course is about kitchen safety and making healthy meals based off the food pyramid (or food plate). Suddenly, the class wasn’t as appealing as it was before I stepped in and took a seat.
Period something: Lunch. To be honest, I don’t really know what period it is because technically, 4th period is Geometry for me. I’m just going to say Period 3.5. Yeah, that works for me… Anyways, I found my friends and stuff and we all sat together under a tree and stuff. It didn’t last as long as I had hoped.
Period 4: Geometry, the teacher talked pretty much the whole period. She seems REALLY nice. Based on first impressions for the whole day, I’d say she was my favorite. Thumbs up to you Mrs. P! Geometry seems like a good class!
Period 5: English 1 Honors (E1H), I’m not sure what I was expecting, but in general Mrs. N seems like a FAIR teacher. By fair, I mean that she can understand the personal problems that we might have,  but she will be strict when needed, if that makes any sense…  Basically, we just turned in our summer assignments and got a syllabus. Pretty much it.
Period 6: World History Honors (WHH), okay, teacher… Most of my friends have her 3rd period, from what I heard, from the moment they heard her voice, they knew that she would be a cool teacher. I did not get the same feeling. To me, she sounded sort of like a teenager, I kind of liked that, made her seem a bit more relatable I guess. But at one point during her little intro, she said, “I don’t believe in fun…” There was a part after that, but that really hit me. This course would not be fun. I didn’t really know how to take that…

And that was my first school day. The other two days were pretty much the same. Mostly teachers talking, trying to get to know the names of the students, seemed like a pretty basic intro to the school year.

Anyways, I shall end it here. Hopefully I can post maybe once a week. I think that should be good.

Hmm, you know what… I’m not going to end it here. My reason? I forgot to tell you about the epic bowling event that happened on Friday with the Teens For Christ choir group I’m in!

Okay, on Thursday during practice, SB (director) said that we should go bowling before she leaves to go to college (she’s leaving this Wednesday). So we all agreed on 6 PM at Brunswick. Only 9 of the members came, it was slightly disappointing, but it was still fun!

First game, more like first half of the first game, our game ended because 6 of us signed up on the wrong lane. It was supposed to be just one person on the lane because the others wouldn’t bowl. Basically, SB signed up for 3 games, single person, one lane. When we got to the 5th frame on the 6th person, our game just ended and we didn’t know what to do. I then figured out that we had bowled enough frames to account for a single person playing three games. After that, we all just switched over to the other lane and started a new game. After that SB and the others who weren’t “officially” bowling just came in during one of the “official” bowler’s frames.  So yeah, we went on and we cheered for each other and for some reason they kept saying that I was ninja. I dunno why, I guess I’m a ninja Anyways, somehow, I ended up winning. The person originally in the lead JA, completely missed all the pins on two frames and I just caught up. It was weird. I felt really happy when I won, being the youngest and all, haha. After that we went into the arcade and just had fun. The highlight of the night was when JA played against SB on Air Hockey. I got the last score on film. Right when JA scored, SB was like, “Noooo” and fell to ground very dramatically. Then JA helped her up and they hugged. It was amazing. I posted it on our FB group, everyone just laughed at it. Prior to uploading onto FB, I actually edited the part where JA scored and made a slow-mo replay. It felt even more epic. Today after church, we talked about it and I guess they liked how I edited it and SB was like, “Whyyyyyy!?” It was hilarious. It was tons of fun.

Oh, and I guess we’re going bowling tomorrow, maybe something else epic will occur

Byeeeee!

_Maydelle_

SATM: Satisfied. This is a nice lengthy post

Ended: 8:58 PM Sunday, August 14, 2011.

SATM: I think I’m feeling depressed. It’s mostly unproductive-ness. I dunno.

COFTW: None… I wish I had an obsession…

SPN: 167

Hello.

I couldn’t really think of a nice greeting today, so Hello is all you get!

Anyways. First things first. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. OH MY WIZARD GOD! It was amazing. I loved EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF IT! Love, love, love, love, love.

In preparation for the 3D midnight premiere, I (along with much help from my brother and my mother) made robes for my sister, Bunneh Buddeh, and me. They turned out FABULOUS! Since I am a Hufflepuff (I’m sure this is news to you, haha), my robe had a nice yellow lining. Bunneh Buddeh and my sis are Ravenclaws, so they had blue lining on their robes. And, Bunneh Buddeh got her mom to make scarves. They looked factory made, seriously, her mom has sweet knitting skills. I also had a wand ready, but I totally forgot to paint it so I had to paint it on Thursday right before we got to the theater xD

Anyways, let’s go on the actual premiere. According to the Harkin’s website (which is the theater I went to) there was supposed to be entertainment throughout the day for the people who got there in the morning or, you know, whatever time. My brother, my sis, Bunneh Buddeh, and I got there around 7:15. Nothing at all. We saw NOTHING. There were a few people in costumes, a few people with sticks as wands (no where near as epic as mine ), and the rest of them were just there waiting. Nothing too special about them. I was REALLY hoping to see someone who dressed up like characters from AVPM so I could do the whole Red Vines thing with them, but nope, no one knew about it. I was extremely disappointed. I really wanted to say, “OMG, where have you been all my life?” And then the person would say, “Under a cupboard under some stairs.” Oh well… Life is full of disappointments. Or so they (whoever they are) say. The next five hours was pretty boring until about 1.5 hours before the actual premiere. By that time we were actually in the auditorium listening to the weird classical music and waiting for the trailers and stuff. Basically, a few guys dressed as Death Eaters came in and starting talking to these guys dressed as golden snitches and house elves. It was pretty cool. So they started a game of “quidditch”. Death Eater vs. a guy dressed as a Gryffindor. They had to chase their respective snitches around the auditorium. Who ever caught theirs first was the winner. It was disappointing when the Death Eater won. People cheered. Meh.

Oh!!! There was one very interesting person in the theater. It was a dude, he was black, I’m pretty sure he was gay, and he won’t let anyone sit next to him unless they are a Gryffindor. Now that you know of this guy, you should know what he did. Well, a woman was sitting next to us and apparently the guy thought she looked like Bellatrix. So he was all, “Hey! Are you dressed like Bellatrix Lestrange?!” She said that she wasn’t and he continued on, “Really?! Your hair looks like hers, you should say that one like, ‘HAAAAHAAAHAAAA! I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!!!’ You know!?” He said it EXACTLY like Bellatrix did in the movie. Everyone in the theater was laughing, oh, it was pure hilarity. After that he said numerous random things about Harry Potter and Bunneh Buddeh and I kept exchanging confuzzled glances at each other. Eventually we agreed that we liked him and that we should have invited him to sit next to us. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t sit next to us anyways because we were Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Oh well.

After quite some time, the screen started showing a film trivia type thing. And for some reason this guy knew ALL the answers! He SHOUTED them at the top of his lungs and every time he got it right immediately after he shouted, “GRYFFINDORRRRR! YEAAAAH!” But at one point I actually knew the answer so we both shouted, “BLACK MAMBA!!” at the same time. His voice was louder so pretty much no one heard mine, except for the Death Eater who was a row in front of us off to the left sitting on the stairs. He said, “Ten points for Hufflepuff!” Hehe, I was happy for a short time. Still a little embarrassed, but it was alright xD

Anyways, after that was over it was pretty quiet. So, we watched the trailers and saw the movie. We actually stayed until the credits were over hoping to see some hidden message from J.K. Rowling to her most dedicated viewers. We saw none, but we did see some pretty interesting names of people who worked on the movie. I can’t remember them at the moment, but I do remember some being extremely long for only a first name and a last name.

Anyways, I only cried like once during the movie, but I felt pretty sad throughout the whole movie knowing the inevitable end. I stayed up for another hour after the movie was over. I couldn’t really fall asleep.

Anyways, yeah.

Also, I apparently forgot about a draft I made. I’ll stick it right here.

Started: 9:51 PM Sunday, July 10, 2011.

SATM: Sobbing.

COFTW: Er, none.

SPN: 167.

My dog, Peaches, passed away this morning at approximately 10:30 AM. My dad said that earlier, she was in near our fence and was laying down under a tree. She was breathing hard. A couple of hours later, her breathing slowed. My mom started checking on her. At around 10:30, my mom felt Peaches and she wasn’t breathing, but her body was still warm We had decided to wash her body and have a short burial in our backyard.

But we were having visitors over. They came at around twelve.

[Mmm yeah, I forgot about this. I'll continue it now.]

The visitors we had were my BESTEST FRIEND EVAR, ID. No, she does not have a nickname that I can use here. And my mom’s nursing friend with his kids. They were aged 8, 6, and 4. Really shy. They reminded me of me at their age. Mostly the 6 year old girl. It was odd. But we eventually played a few games and they seemed pretty normal. Eventually I had to go to church and stuff and play, blah, blah, blah.

After church, they left, and we went to bury Peaches. This is her:

That’s before she got cataracts in her left eye and became blind in that eye.

So we went out to our backyard and my mom and dad cleaned her up. It was heartbreaking to see the insects already trying to get to her body. So they cleaned her and wrapped her in her favorite blanket. The hole was ready and my dad gently placed her in and covered her. Tears were shed as I comforted my other dog Buddy as he whimpered. This is him:

It was tough, but I knew she was in a better place.

That night I had a dream. I was in my backyard and I saw Peaches. I thought I was hallucinating. She was there, she ran to me (she hadn’t done that in a long time because her legs were already weak) and I noticed her left eye was okay. There weren’t any cataracts. She seemed healthy. Then I saw Buddy, but he turned into a black dog with suddenly HUGE eyes like an anime dog. I ran inside and told my mom that I thought I was hallucinating. Then she said, “Look at me and all around you, what do you see?” I said, “I see you, in the kitchen, nothing’s moving, it looks normal.” Then she said very seriously, “Are you sure you’re hallucinating?” I thought nothing of it. Until two days later. I relayed my dream to my brother. It was pretty late in the night. And he told me, “Not to give you the heebie jeebies or anything-” I cut him off with, “Well, now I have the heebie jeebies” -__- << face I made. He continued, “Maybe that was Peaches way of saying goodbye, she was in your dream just as she was, healthy, no blindness.” I started crying and ran upstairs.

So yeah, that’s what happened.

Anyways, I think I’ll end my post here, I’m feeling pretty sad again.

_Maydelle_

SATM: ^^^^^^

Ended: 4:31 PM Wednesday, July 20, 2011.

SATM: Tired and feeling crappy :/

COFTW: Meh.

SPN: 166.

Hey.

Today, I’ve decided to do things a little bit differently. Today, we’ll be talking about my current status. That’s right, feeling crappy.

The reason I feel crappy right now? Well, I quit cross country. That’s pretty much how this whole thing started. After Monday’s practice I realized that I did not like being at cross country practice. Sure, I was able to take it easy and just jog on the grass. Nothing too hard. I didn’t have to push myself any harder than I had to. We had two warm-up miles that day. That’s the part I hated the most, really. I could barely keep up with the others during the first warm-up. The second one I fell like a lap behind. Or, half a lap rather. It didn’t feel that great. Anyways, after the whole practice was done (I jogged 2.5 miles non stop in the grass. I didn’t have a set 2 or 3 miles), I decided that I wanted to quit. I didn’t tell my dad that though.

On Tuesday morning, 4:15 (the time I usually wake up) I decide that I don’t want to get up. My dad comes in at 4:30 and I groan and say, “I’m not feeling well.” I really wasn’t, but it was probably due to the fact that I was ready to quit. At night, when my dad comes home, around 7, I said, “I want to quit cross country.” He looked at me with a look of disbelief, frowning slightly. He didn’t say anything. I didn’t speak to him for the rest of the night. However, my brother called to speak to my mom. After their conversation was over, our’s started.

Apparently, my dad told him that I wanted to quit. We had a nice loooooong talk about why I should be in cross country, how it’s the “easiest sport”, how it’ll help me get into college, how I’ll benefit from it. He had so many reasons, and I only had one: I didn’t like running at all and it was never my plan to join in the first place. I was pretty much quietly crying the whole time we were talking, he didn’t seem to notice. His reasons made me feel bad for wanting to quit, but I just couldn’t get over the ONE fact that I HATED running. And I kept telling him that. It was impossible to argue with him though because he made solid statements about how sometimes you have to keep doing what you don’t like. I couldn’t say he was wrong. Because he wasn’t. I told him fine when he asked if I was going the next day.

It was a lie.

Today, Wednesday, at 4:15, I woke up and did my morning routine to get ready for practice. I was ready about 10 minutes early so I decided to get a short rest on the couch downstairs. When my dad finally came around to it, I decided, “No, I’m not going to practice today.” I didn’t say that, I just thought it. So my dad asked, “Maydelle, is it a yes or no today?” I shook my head and groaned trying to get back to sleep. He told me to go back upstairs. So I did, then I just fell asleep. I get the feeling I started crying again somewhere around there, but I don’t really remember. If it did happen, I don’t want to remember.

And just now, right before I started this post, here’s what my dad said.

“Maydelle, I don’t want you to go to sleep late. I’m going to wake you up in the morning.”
I said, “But I’m not going tomorrow.”
“You’re really quitting? What’s your sport going to be then?” He had a completely serious look on his face, one that I didn’t like.
“Why do I need sports? They’re not entirely necessary for college!”
“But what about the Run-A-Thon? I already got my office mates to donate for your laps. What am I supposed to do? You can’t just quit now.”
“Yes. I can.”
“Bu-”
My sis cuts in, “Just stop already, she doesn’t have to.”

I’m eternally grateful for her cutting him off. I didn’t want to say anything else.

And that’s why I feel so damn crappy.

Thanks for letting me vent -__-

_Maydelle_

SATM: STILL CRAPPY.

Ended: 10:35 PM Wednesday, July 6, 2011.

I’m a super emotional teenage girl, how do you expect me to handle the situation?

SATM: Somehow adding another post and finishing up the yearbook signatures got pushed to the back of my mind >.<

COFTW: Kitty videos xD Pretty much it.

SPN: 165 (wonderful, it’s a multiple of 5)

Hey, hi, hello.

Yes, that is the name of a band. I think I heard about then in a Meekakitty vid on YouTube. Never listened to their songs though.. Oh well.

Let’s see, how has this week been… I believe I mentioned this in the post below, if not, well, I dunno. Anyways, on Monday, I went to cross country practice for the first time EVER!

Here’s how it went.

I woke up at around 4:15 AM, SUPER early, I didn’t like it. I got ready and stuff and headed out. I got to VVHS at around 5:05.
I two of my friends and said a couple of groggy greetings. Then we headed down to the actual track. I met the coach. Apparently he’s not like a coach coach, but the one who deals with freshmen and gives them things to do and such.
There were five freshmen that day. 2 guys (F and B) and 3 girls (VPM, BJ, and me). The coach told us to do a warm-up mile. I kinda freaked out a little. Nothing physically noticeable. It’s just that I kept thinking, “How the hell am I going to do a warm-up mile? I could barely make a mile back at PMS!” and so on. So I tried jogging, but it was still pretty difficult. After that, we had to do stretches. The coach came over and told me what I had to do. Leg swings, something that was likened to hurdle warm-ups, squats, and lunges. All against the fence. After all of that I felt pretty good. But then we started the drills. Basically, at the track there are grates along the edge of the grass area. The grates are all equally distanced. I think there’s 4 grates per length (straightaway or curve). Anyways, first there was the stride, 4 grates. I’m not sure of the proper terms, but I’ll TRY to explain them. So at the end of the curve/start of the straightaway, we started pulling our knees near our chest. We would do that every 3 steps (so you can get an equal rep on each leg). Next was swinging your arms out. Then it was Mario bouncers(?) You have to “bounce” (jump) and bring one of your knees up as high as possible while swinging your arms in a forward circle. After that it was high knees. Then stride the curve again. After that, I think it was butt-kickers. You know, quickly bringing your feet up high near your butt.  Hmm, I think it’s high kicks after that. Again, every three steps. Then it was hmm, reaching for you toes while extending one of your legs behind you. And then it’s the hurdle type warm-up except it’s not against the fence. So you basically bring up your foot and do a hurdle movement (thing) and you would turn and face the opposite direction, hop, and repeat. It’s kinda hard to explain. Then we stride again. Hmm, after that, it’s… gah, I forgot already. Okay, you know what, you don’t even need to know this… But anyways, before I even got to the second stride I got that vomit-y feeling so the coach made me stop and just walk the rest of it.
After that whole thing of not feeling well, everybody went to do their two mile repeats thing. So my two friends went and ran around the school and the middle school next to it. The coach told me to do eight laps around the track, running one length, walking two lengths, and repeating until I was done.
After that the freshmen grabbed hurdles and did stretches. Then we went near the bleachers and did more stretches (sitting down). Then a cool-down mile and we were done. I felt like crap and still had the vomit-y feeling. It sucked.

I told my dad about that as he dropped me off at home (he has to go to work right after) and he just laughed and said, “You’re just starting, it’s normal. Just keep working hard.” It was hard to not agree, but I felt like quitting. Running was just not a good option for me.

Within 10 minutes I was in the shower just trying to relax my unbelievably sore muscles. Just after a few miles. I felt tons better after the shower.

Then I ate breakfast and went on with my day going on Facebook and playing CityVille, and trying to get a couple more hours of sleep (napping).

Gah, I don’t want to discuss Monday anymore.

Tuesday.

Second day of practice, still feeling like crap. Mile warm-up, stretches, drills. This time around, it was a bleacher run. I got the least laps. Just 4. You’ve probably heard of a bleacher run, usually there’s two sets of bleachers. One for each straightaway when watching a sporting event. There’s 4 sets of stairs on each bleacher. First you go up the stairs (skipping every other step), run to the next set, go down every step, run to the next set, go up, run to the next set, go down. So that’s one set of bleachers. Then you stride the curve and repeat the process on the other side. After you’ve strode the other curve and make it to the next set of bleachers, well, you can count that as one lap. So I did four of those. My two friends got 5. F got 10 O.O, and M (a freshmen I met that day) got 7. I started getting heavy footed at 2 laps. The coach kept yelling to me to not stop and just keep going saying, “I know it hurts! JUST KEEP GOING!” It didn’t motivate me all that much. Loads of runners passed by me saying, “Don’t stop, keep going, you’re doing good, I know it hurts”. I felt like utter crap. It hurt, a lot. I tried to not stop jogging, but it was rather difficult. I probably speed walked an eighth of it. After everything was done and I got home, I looked at my stairs, said, “I hate you”, and trudged up them. The day went on as it normally would. Same routine as Monday. Except for the fact that my legs hurt so much I could barely make it down the stairs. I begged my dad to let me stay home. I was eternally grateful when he said I could. He understood that it was too much on my legs too fast. Next day..

Wednesday.

I got to sleep in. And it felt AWESOME. My legs hurt like hell and I was uncomfortable the whole night, but hey, more sleep then the last night. I stayed in bed for the most part seeing as it was hard to move. My sis was kind enough to bring me some snacks and grilled cheese sandwiches. Eventually I realized that if I didn’t do anything with my legs that day, I probably wouldn’t be able to handle the next practice. So at around 6:30 I got into some exercising clothes and hopped on my elliptical. I refused to stop for 30 minutes, I was sweating, but not as much as I was on the bleachers. Then I did the stretches I learned at practice. My legs felt amazing. Of course they were still sort, but it was better than before. Then I decided to tuck in early and get some rest.

Thursday.

3rd day at practice. Warm-up mile, stretches, drills… the usual. Well, it was beginning to feel usual to me. That day, we had to run a hill course. The coach called it a “speed-bump”. The course is about a third of a mile. So we had to do six laps of course -__- I felt pretty winded going up the hill and down. In fact, I started wheezing :/ It was not a pretty sight. He just kept on yelling… Like all coaches do. I eventually finished about half the course behind my two friends. Then I had to walk back to the hill. Now we had to run up the hill (the way we previously ran down it) and walk down the other side, jog around, and repeat. So 3 times. I was pooped. Then we jogged back to the track to finish up practice.

I hated Thursday.

Friday.

4th day of practice. Now it really did feel like usual stuff. The warm-up, the stretches, the drills. 2 mile run. This time I was on the same course as my friends. Except they had to do 3 miles. The coach was the only one running with me, because I’m obviously the slow-poke Anyways, the whole time he was saying, “Pick up the pace!”, “Stay up here to the side of me!”, “Don’t stop, it’s harder to get started again!”, “Try not to land flat-footed, go heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe!”, “Control your breathing!”. I got tired of it. I felt like quitting. For real. Near the end he said, “I can’t make you run faster or run more, you have to want it, you have to really want to get better.” I felt like screaming at him and saying, “I DON’T FRICKING WANT IT! THIS WASN’T MY IDEA!” But I didn’t. I just fell silent, tried to control my breathing and my feet, and tried to finish. Near the end he told me I had to push as hard as I could. And I did, for about 15 seconds. I didn’t make it all the way, I slowed my pace a lot by the time I reached the end. But I felt alright, because I know that I tried.

Then, you know, stretches, and cool down. I was the last freshman to finish my cool down. I didn’t really care. But I somehow did. Because I knew, that I just wasn’t as good as my two friends, especially not as good as the guys, and I wasn’t even as good as the girl who had just started that day. If there was one thing good that day, my leg hadn’t hurt nearly as much as it could have.

Saturday.

5th day of practice. Usual stuff. Another 2 mile run for me. My friends ran the same course as yesterday. But I didn’t. The coach told me I was to run the grass course with some other guys. It wasn’t until I got to the course that I realized, “This isn’t to help me get better. It’s just so I won’t fall behind on the real course. I’m here, at a grass course, with the injured.” I felt pretty bad, but I still kept going. To be honest, I only stopped once to tie my shoe. After the run, I didn’t feel as bad as yesterday. In fact, I barely felt any pain in my legs. And my breathing felt good. I wasn’t entirely exhausted, and I wasn’t wheezing, and I didn’t feel dizzy.

Today was probably the best I’ve ever felt (physically) at practice.

Anyways, this post was solely dedicated to practice. In the next post, I will most likely describe other events during this week.

_Maydelle_

SATM: Getting sleepy, that’s unusual for a Saturday.

Ended: 9:57 PM Saturday, July 2, ’11.

SATM: Listening to Camp Rock songs, LAME~! It’s really pathetic. I don’t even like these songs.

COFTW: Nothing new.

SPN: 164.

Hey there.

Well, no post yesterday… Yada, yada, yada.

You know how I was talking about being sleepy and stuff when I wrote the previous post? Well, I didn’t fall asleep until like 12 to my surprise. I really wanted to get started on sleeping early, which is what I will do today. I’m aiming for 10 here. That way I can get at least 6 hours which should be good enough to do some running at 5 AM.

Anyways, today I will talk about my feelings. And at the end of this post I will type up what everyone said in my yearbook

So feelings, that’s a touchy topic.

I had a very strange encounter today.

I’m SURE I’ve mentioned this in previous posts how sometimes someone else comes in to play piano instead of me. Usually for the psalm and whatever else I can’t sightread. So ST (that is what I will call her) is HT’s older sister who has come in several times to play the psalm. Today she played it along with all the songs before it. I didn’t mind it at all. But I must have looked sad because SB wrote a note during the homily and asked ST and JA (people who have played instead of me) to put in their own notes.

SB’s was the longest and it was about how I looked sad when they played and I watched on and how tears well up in my eyes and her experience joining the choir. ST’s was shorter but similar. JA was just about not giving up.

Anyways, as soon as I received it I looked at the first few lines and made a mad dash. I didn’t want to have to confront the problem in person. So I left the church, read it in the car, cried a little bit, calmed down, re-read it, cried a little more, calmed down, and went home. (During that reading/crying time my parents were at the mini festival behind the church). As soon as I got home I was thinking of a way to explain the way I act. It took a while, but I eventually got around to it.

Here’s a sort of summary of what I said:

First off, the name is spelled Maydelle (she spelled it Maydel). It didn’t sound that rude in the actual one I sent to her.

I’d just like to say that when I look sad, I’m actually relieved. My mom comments on how sad I look rather often, so it’s common if I look sad. I’m really not sad, it’s just how I look. (Very, VERY rough summary)

As for the tears, I tend to tear up when I’m asked questions by people I’m not well acquainted with.

At the end, I just said that I appreciate the note, but it’s a big misunderstanding.

And that’s it!

Since I didn’t do much else today I shall now put up the yearbook signatures.

Hmm, I think I’ll just make a page for the entire thing. Maybe one day I’ll just scan the crap out of my pages

Now ending this really short post.

_Maydelle_

Ended: 9:12 PM Sunday, June 26, ’11.