Get a good nights rest. Eat a nutritious breakfast. So many precautions and so many steps, for what? For wasting your time, wasting my time. And furthermore, exerting our efforts into something that virtually doesn’t matter. The schools loses money distributing it, with its students equally enthusiastic about it. So why do we take it? The makes us. Why does the school make us? The state requires it. What am I speaking of? C.A.T.S.
In years prior, the school offered an incentive for trying. A proficient and above earned students an additional exemption the following year. None was offered this year, leaving some students, including myself, unmotivated. I can honestly say, as a persistent distinguished writer or above, made no significant effort. The only effort I made was to do as I could. I wrote information totally irrelavent to the question, leaving me to score no better than a novice. I can only hope that hald the students at oru school resorted to that decision, but I wont get my hopes up.
C.A.T.S. test is a joke. Likes it. Nobody feels its impact. Get rid of it.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Prom
I enjoyed prom, everything went accordingly and there were no inconveniences. The only thing in particular which wasn’t one of the highlights was the amount of light which illuminated every corner of the Hines Center. It allowed everyone to see each other’s dancing and just made it awkward for all of us. When asked whether or not that could be rearranged, the teachers gave a thumbs down on that suggestion.
I suppose what else was so displeasing was not so much the dance itself, but putting prom together. When first coming into the position, I overestimated the power of the prom committee to which I was heading, under the impression that we designed the layout, etc. Upon discovering that was up to the art department, I began to question our impact. I came to the impression that we merely made suggestions and passed them on to the sponsors, leading to me underestimating our impact.
When my feeling of control declined, I didn’t know what I was today. Unlike in other clubs, I wasn’t provided the chance to watch and observe the roles which were to be delegated to me, so I didn’t know how to carry out things or what dates I were to tend to. So, whenever something was to be done, decisions for dates were usually made on a day before basis, where I wasn’t able to go because of work (which is scheduled two weeks in advance). I won’t lie, to some extent, I gave up on some things. The primary reason was because some decisions were made without my knowledge, so while the others knew, I was oblivious. Not to mention the amount of class participation was discouraging.
However, I appreciate the others coming through when I didn’t, and all the collaborated work put together towards a great prom. Thanks guys!
I suppose what else was so displeasing was not so much the dance itself, but putting prom together. When first coming into the position, I overestimated the power of the prom committee to which I was heading, under the impression that we designed the layout, etc. Upon discovering that was up to the art department, I began to question our impact. I came to the impression that we merely made suggestions and passed them on to the sponsors, leading to me underestimating our impact.
When my feeling of control declined, I didn’t know what I was today. Unlike in other clubs, I wasn’t provided the chance to watch and observe the roles which were to be delegated to me, so I didn’t know how to carry out things or what dates I were to tend to. So, whenever something was to be done, decisions for dates were usually made on a day before basis, where I wasn’t able to go because of work (which is scheduled two weeks in advance). I won’t lie, to some extent, I gave up on some things. The primary reason was because some decisions were made without my knowledge, so while the others knew, I was oblivious. Not to mention the amount of class participation was discouraging.
However, I appreciate the others coming through when I didn’t, and all the collaborated work put together towards a great prom. Thanks guys!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
What's to Celebrate?
Well, I must inform you that I didn’t manage to be accepted into GSP, but it’s their loss, huh? On the flip side, Randy has taken a week off of his job so he rest a little. And again, on the second thought, I cant imagine life as being so peaceful when prom is progressing at a rapid rate (as in next weekend…), AP exams are just around the corner (it becomes noticeable when teachers begin cramming in 3 chapters a day) and so are report cards. I would just like it all to be over with so I can have some time to think in the summer (since I will be blessed with so much time as a result of, I repeat, not being accepted into GSP; buzz kill).
Even with these various responsibilities thrown upon my back at this crucial time, I cannot even express how relaxing it is to know that everyday after school I am free to do whatever I want. Scratch that, everyday after school I am free to study whatever I want. Though it’s not quite my forte and there are numerous other, personal things which appeal to me, it’s such a relief that I won’t have to stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning to get things finished.
And, not to say that I’m not disappointed, depressed and very upset, but I am also almost grateful that I don’t have to spend my time away from school inside a school at GSP. Don’t get me wrong, I would do nasty, illegal things to be enrolled, but it offered to time for me to enjoy my years as a teenager. What I will invest all of my time to, the Lord only knows, but I imagine I will find it put into something which will yield temporary happiness. Heck, if I’m lucky enough I might even forget about all of the scholarship money I’m losing!
Even with these various responsibilities thrown upon my back at this crucial time, I cannot even express how relaxing it is to know that everyday after school I am free to do whatever I want. Scratch that, everyday after school I am free to study whatever I want. Though it’s not quite my forte and there are numerous other, personal things which appeal to me, it’s such a relief that I won’t have to stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning to get things finished.
And, not to say that I’m not disappointed, depressed and very upset, but I am also almost grateful that I don’t have to spend my time away from school inside a school at GSP. Don’t get me wrong, I would do nasty, illegal things to be enrolled, but it offered to time for me to enjoy my years as a teenager. What I will invest all of my time to, the Lord only knows, but I imagine I will find it put into something which will yield temporary happiness. Heck, if I’m lucky enough I might even forget about all of the scholarship money I’m losing!
Monday, April 19, 2010
GSP
Apparently, today is the prolonged day that many, including myself, have been waiting for. Yes, I am talking about the letters which were supposed to have been sent off from Frankfurt the Friday prior – the letter that informs 13 students from our school whether or not we have been accepted into the Governors Scholar Program (GSP). It would be lies if I reported not feeling anxious or not being nervous. So many things depend on this program, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that my life depends on it.
Either way, supposedly, my parents said they would be proud of me. I, on the other hand, would have a sense of defeat and feel hopeless. No doubt that for the weeks following I would most likely exhibit a loss of interest in any of my activities and I wouldn’t be working to my fullest potential. In preparation I have requested the following week off of school. Unfortunately I didn’t manage to remember to ask the week of which I received the later, where the effects would be more visible, but these troubles, I imagine, won’t pass easily.
I am a little troubled by the fact that, according to one of my friends, the guidance councilors are indeed informed of the results and refuse to release them. It really puts teenagers in a feeling of anxiety which shouldn’t be experienced at such an age. I am under the impression that kids our age should spend their time running about, exploring the world and expressing themselves, not fretting over a summer program that has a huge impact on their life.
Either way, supposedly, my parents said they would be proud of me. I, on the other hand, would have a sense of defeat and feel hopeless. No doubt that for the weeks following I would most likely exhibit a loss of interest in any of my activities and I wouldn’t be working to my fullest potential. In preparation I have requested the following week off of school. Unfortunately I didn’t manage to remember to ask the week of which I received the later, where the effects would be more visible, but these troubles, I imagine, won’t pass easily.
I am a little troubled by the fact that, according to one of my friends, the guidance councilors are indeed informed of the results and refuse to release them. It really puts teenagers in a feeling of anxiety which shouldn’t be experienced at such an age. I am under the impression that kids our age should spend their time running about, exploring the world and expressing themselves, not fretting over a summer program that has a huge impact on their life.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Lack of Studnet Body's Input
As an individual in this school, I see it (individually) as a problem that another individual is giving the site base an individualistic representation of the student body. On a personal, interactive level outside of school organizations and the such, this individual and I are on good terms. However, when it comes to clubs, tensions rise and this person can really get under my skin.
In attendance of a site base meeting, I was impressed with how smooth the agenda progressed and how each topic went uninterrupted. However, when it came time for our school to entrust one student to represent the whole student body, hell broke loose (to me, individually…) I think she managed to merely scrape the surface of the true thoughts of the student body, which was then, within seconds, thwarted by her own bias opinion about the situation which was at hand. This persons particular position isn’t to provide her individual, unique thoughts on the issue, but to be the medium for the student body, for her to convey our thoughts and ideas to the site base council.
What this person reported may have correctly corresponded with the ideas and liking which conform with her group of friends and age group, but it is doubtful that she received input from the various other groups and ages. I don’t believe there was a survey or anything of the sort passed around the school to retrieve correct results to which they could present.
All my point is saying is that are student body is being mal-represented by someone who can’t quite fulfill her job.
In attendance of a site base meeting, I was impressed with how smooth the agenda progressed and how each topic went uninterrupted. However, when it came time for our school to entrust one student to represent the whole student body, hell broke loose (to me, individually…) I think she managed to merely scrape the surface of the true thoughts of the student body, which was then, within seconds, thwarted by her own bias opinion about the situation which was at hand. This persons particular position isn’t to provide her individual, unique thoughts on the issue, but to be the medium for the student body, for her to convey our thoughts and ideas to the site base council.
What this person reported may have correctly corresponded with the ideas and liking which conform with her group of friends and age group, but it is doubtful that she received input from the various other groups and ages. I don’t believe there was a survey or anything of the sort passed around the school to retrieve correct results to which they could present.
All my point is saying is that are student body is being mal-represented by someone who can’t quite fulfill her job.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
College
It’s hard to believe college is just a little over a year around the corner. It’s all come so fast and I’m not even sure of where I want to go or what I want to major in. As excited and ready I am to leave this town and go somewhere else, I know I’ll be ready to come back within days of being there.
What is bothering me is the fact that there’s so many expenses that go into college. Since I’m interested in pursuing a career in the medical field, it’s no secret that I’m going to be a big hole once I leave school. What’s worse is that once I no longer live under my parents roof, I’ll be on my own and all of those fees are going to be my responsibility. I’m so used to feeding off my parents income for the essentials such as school supplies and food, that I won’t know what to do.
I question my determination to go through that many years of college, and I fear that I will waste a lot of time and money if I ended up not completing what I started. I’m struggling to even keep up in high school!
I hear bits and pieces of input about college from my sister through my mom, which makes it sound dreadful. Movies and stories make college sound like a party where classes are a breeze. Unfortunately, in reality, it sounds like college is a combination of stressful mornings and caffeine supplied nights stocked with roman noodles and HoHo’s; neither of which I like.
What is bothering me is the fact that there’s so many expenses that go into college. Since I’m interested in pursuing a career in the medical field, it’s no secret that I’m going to be a big hole once I leave school. What’s worse is that once I no longer live under my parents roof, I’ll be on my own and all of those fees are going to be my responsibility. I’m so used to feeding off my parents income for the essentials such as school supplies and food, that I won’t know what to do.
I question my determination to go through that many years of college, and I fear that I will waste a lot of time and money if I ended up not completing what I started. I’m struggling to even keep up in high school!
I hear bits and pieces of input about college from my sister through my mom, which makes it sound dreadful. Movies and stories make college sound like a party where classes are a breeze. Unfortunately, in reality, it sounds like college is a combination of stressful mornings and caffeine supplied nights stocked with roman noodles and HoHo’s; neither of which I like.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Prom
Apparently when I ran for Junior Class president I wasn’t fully aware of the irksome class I would have to put up with (or should I say not put up with?) when it came to planning prom? Prom was one of the primary reasons I wanted to take on this role in the “student government,” but it’s so hard to plan and think about with the lack of students and with all of the other various clubs and schoolwork I’ve got on my mind. Although it’s drawing closer and we’ve yet to come to a decision on many things, I feel as though we can still manage to pull off an awesome prom, considering students will begin to show up.
I am disappointed to say that I expect prom to be a very stressful evening accompanied by frenzied mobs of juniors and especially seniors who seek vengeance on me for a horrible prom. Not to be too harsh on my class, but for a good percentage of them, it will be a night they won’t remember anyways. The number of students showing up to our weekly meeting have waned, and there isn’t even enough people to even think about forming committees. Some teachers are beginning to turn to me for answers that I simply don’t have. One reason I remain clueless is merely because I’m not exactly sure how much power we have to do certain things. I don’t know what to expect when I suggest something because I’m not sure what the school will or will not allow us to do, and I refused to be embarrassed by asking a range of questions. One question I will, however ask is: Can it get any harder?
I am disappointed to say that I expect prom to be a very stressful evening accompanied by frenzied mobs of juniors and especially seniors who seek vengeance on me for a horrible prom. Not to be too harsh on my class, but for a good percentage of them, it will be a night they won’t remember anyways. The number of students showing up to our weekly meeting have waned, and there isn’t even enough people to even think about forming committees. Some teachers are beginning to turn to me for answers that I simply don’t have. One reason I remain clueless is merely because I’m not exactly sure how much power we have to do certain things. I don’t know what to expect when I suggest something because I’m not sure what the school will or will not allow us to do, and I refused to be embarrassed by asking a range of questions. One question I will, however ask is: Can it get any harder?
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