One Last Time

This is my last blog assignment for the year. As I study for my exams, I am a little stressed, but I’m more relieved that it’s almost over. Never in my life have I gotten a C in a class, but this year I crawled through chem with a D third and fourth quarter. I honestly think that Chem was my only hard class, but it was enough to keep me on my toes all year. I’m just excited to go on our family trip to Disney this summer and stay on the beach in Florida. I absolutely love staying on the beach and allowing myself to take my mind off of everything that is bothering me. So this is my last goodbye, both to this blog and to Junior year.

Things are changing 

As my junior year is coming closer to an end, I’ve taken some time to take in everything that has changed this year. Everyone told me that things would change in high school but I never believed them. I thought I would keep all of my middle school friends and maintain my A average. Throughout these last three years I’ve lost some friends, but gained some as well. Being a junior and watching all of my senior friends graduate and leave is pretty upsetting. When I was a freshman and sophomore I didn’t have too many senior friends, but now that I’ve grown closer to the seniors, this time of the year can be pretty sad. I’m happy for them, but at the same time I don’t want them to leave. I just don’t think I’m going to be ready myself to graduate next year and take on the responsibility of going to college and moving on. 

My “second family”

Ever since fourth grade, I’ve been best friends with the girl who moved into the new house down the street. I still remember the day where I rode my scooter down to her house to meet her. Since she didn’t know my name at first, she called me “scooter girl”  until she remembered my name. Ever since that day, i’ve become even closer friends with her. Just recently I have been going through some tough times, so of course she has been there to help bring me back up. The other night we went out to dinner and shopping with her family. Since i’ve been friends with her for eight years now, i’m basically a part of the family so it was just really nice to get to go out with them. Her dad knew I had been going through some things so as soon as I walked into the door he told me that he was going to make sure that by the time I went home that night I would be in a happy mood. That night was really fun and it made me realize that it’s essential to take a step back sometimes to forget about everything that is troubling you, and focus on things you are grateful for. I love that I can go to them for anything and count on them to be there to pick me up when I need it.

How 12 Years A Slave Changed My Perspective

For our English class we had to read the book 12 Years A Slave. If you’ve never read it before I suggest you do. It’s the story of this free man who gets kidnapped and becomes a slave, leaving his family behind. He tells about his personal experiences of slavery, with a few stories of his fellow slaves. Reading this book however has changed my view of slavery. In school the teachers briefly talk about slavery, but don’t ever really tell about certain events in detail. Reading this book gives you an inside look at how they were treated and everything a slave would of gone through. Reading this book makes you question how someone could of ever treated another human the way slave owners treated their slaves. You have to keep in mind however, that during this time period they only knew slavery as acceptable. Most white people of that time saw nothing wrong with it. I think this mindset just goes back to the way they were brought up in society and by their ancestors. Over time they saw everyone owning slaves and teaching their children to become slave owners, so therefore they started to find it more acceptable and routine. This book really was an eye opener and I found it interesting to read about how the different owners treated their slaves.

My Constant Desire for Change

All throughout my life I’ve noticed that I have the habit of constantly wanting change. I know it might make me seem spoiled in some ways but I always want the newest things. Whenever a new iphone comes out I feel like the one I have isn’t good enough. I always find myself wanting to change things about my appearance also. Lately I’ve been in the mood to dye my hair a cool color again like I did last year. My mother didn’t like it when I dyed my hair though so she won’t let me dye it now. I’ve been trying to convince my mom for what feels like years now to either get my nose pierced or another ear piercing, but she won’t let me. I don’t know what it is about me that makes me always want some sort of change. Part of me feels as if it’s not a problem that just I have, but society as a whole. Everyone is obsessed with having the newest and best things and people will do anything to show off their worth. It’s hard not to want the newest and greatest things when everyone is showing them off on social media. I really can’t see this problem ending any time soon, considering different trends come up all the time and even though I wouldn’t like to admit it, I’ll always want the newest things.

Too Fast

Yesterday the 8th graders came to band to play through some music, talk about high school, and eat pizza like we do every year. I remember that day in 8th grade. I remember that before that day I didn’t think that I would go into band in high school because I thought it would be lame.  But after that day I couldn’t of been more excited to join. All of the high school students were so excited and listening to the band play their music really loud made me really want to join. Now that next year is my last year in band, I’m excited, but also a little sad. I honestly wouldn’t trade being in our band for anything.  Anyone who is not a member of  band doesn’t understand what it’s like to be around so many people who all love music like you do and share some of the same passions. I can’t wait to make some of my final memories in band next year, but it will be sad to let it go when we graduate.

Krewe of Endymion

Wednesday February 22nd the band left for Mardi Gras. I can honestly say it was one of my favorite trips I’ve ever been on. We started the first day by going to the hard rock cafe for breakfast and then left from there to go to the French Quarter. At first the French Quarter was overwhelming but it was a really fun place to walk around. When we got to the French Quarter I met up with my grandma and great aunt, who both flew in to watch us march in the parade later that week. We went to Cafe Du Monde and my aunt grabbed me by the arm and lead us past the line and to an empty table. She told me that only the tourists actually get in line at the Cafe, and the locals just find an empty table and they will serve you within a couple minutes. After we left the French Quarter the band went through a cemetery tour, which was interesting to see considering all of the tombs there are above ground. That night we went on a jazz dinner cruise which was really cool to get dressed up and walk around the boat.

The next day we went through the World War Two museum and watched an interactive movie about the war. After the museum we took a small tour through Mardi Gras world and we got to see how the different floats are made. It was really cool to get to see how they made the props out of styrofoam and paint them. We went to Preservation Hall after Mardi Gras world and listened to a band play authentic jazz music. Typically I’m not a fan of jazz but I thought their performance was extremely good. We finished this day by eating dinner and dancing to a band playing jazz music.

Saturday we started our busiest day yet by going on a swamp tour. We all rode on these boats and got to hold baby crocodiles. We went back to the hotel to get dressed in our uniforms before going to get lunch at the mall. Around 4:30 we stepped off into the Krewe of Endymion, the longest parade of Mardi Gras. We ended up marching 10 miles and were all extremely tired and sore by the end. The parade was one of the best experiences though because the crowd loved us. Every time we would start a cadence they would go crazy. We ended the parade by marching through the Super Dome. That had to of been one of my favorite memories from the entire trip. It felt as if we were performing a concert.

The last day we were there we went to an aquarium before going back to the French quarter one last time for lunch and then loaded the busses to head home.