Game Day

November started out wonderfully. We had our big senior basketball game against our cross town rivals; on our home court. Posters, balloons and a pep rally prepared us for the big game. Needless to say, I was super excited. These are the things that make school a little worthwhile. It was near the end of our season and we were ready to go out with a bang. 

Our cross town rivals are, needless to say, a little competitive. Well, so are we. We lost to them in an exhibition game but beat them the last two games we played them. Could we do it three times in a row? It was time to prove to them that we deserved to win. Apparently they said they were prepared to draw blood. I said, we were prepared to break bones. It was uncharacteristically competitive of me, but I was ready. This was our game.

...... I just didn't intend to break my own bones. 

It was the 3rd quarter and things were getting intense. I was playing pretty well… according to me. We were up, but we kept pushing. The entire school was there, my parents, and even some of the other school made their way over. It was like a "High School Musical" moment. It was in their end and it happened quickly. One of their players and I both went up for a rebound. She ended up getting it, but as I said, it was ‘our game’. I ripped it from her and she apparently fell because of it. She wasn't hurt but I wasn't paying attention because I went up and got a basket. Yeah, it was only one, but that was good enough for me. Right away we were back on defense. I was playing a hard man to man. Ready to pounce. One look at my purple and scraped knees would tell anyone I wasn't afraid to dive for a ball.

Then, one of their players fumbled the ball. She got away with it and got it under control. A bad pass caused another fumble. I spotted an opportunity of a loose ball and wasn't going to let it go. At the same time, another girl spotted the same opportunity and intended to redeem herself. We both dove for the ball and a micro-second before, I realized we were going to collide. I closed my eyes preparing myself for the impact and BAM! 

I felt my nose shift. 

 

 I am trying to bring this shabby blog back to life. I intended to start from scratch but I realized just how much effort it would be and I am a lazy person I am sorry to admit. So.... what have I been up to? I have been experimenting with instagram and flickr and that that good stuff. I have become addicted  to pinterest (isn't everyone?) and getting cool ideas for my humble blog.

Fall always puts me in a weird mood. I feel somewhat depressed due to the weather and super crafty due to the weather. Which then makes me want to mope and then go on pinterest which makes me want to pin and do crafts. That leads to wasting time resulting in putting off my homework which leads to me being stressed. Yup. Its a vicious cycle!  And that about sums it up. So why not put all that wasted time on the internet into action and make use/waste of my time by trying to revive my blog?

Will it work? Highly doubt it. But oh well.

Survival in the jungle

Day 1 and I survive..... barely. I woke up to a cloudy morning with no sun! It seemed fitting for there seemed no hope either. 

And yes. It is official. It is a totally of four years that I have cried on the first day of school.

And again the moment where you have to voluntary stand up at the top of your driveway and wait. You dry your tears so the bus driver won't question you. You try to squeak out a cheerful "Good morning!" and plop down in your seat hoping you didn't sound too sarcastic to give yourself away! You plug in the head phones and try to listen to the lyrics but are distracted in a sea of self pity and worries. You see the same people get on the bus, looking the exact same as school left them, yet secretly expecting them to have changed dramatically in two months. Once the building is in sight your stomach knots as you prepare yourself for the road ahead. Your friends will come later so you have to find your "acquaintances" and  pretend to be busy talking to them while checking the door every couple seconds wishing your actual friends will appeare. It is getting close to the morning assembly time and still no sight of your friends. The group you were with closes the gap so you awkwardly stand outside of the circle smiling and nodding. Finally the heads of five girls trample in the door way as you rush to fight against the oncoming traffic of people to great them. You hug and do other girly things. You find your homeroom and get that single sheet of paper that dictates whether your will have a stressful year or not: your timetable. You glance through it and complain and then hope your friends are in the same class. The bell rings and you rush to your first class. You sit nervously repeating to yourself "Its not too late to change!". You get to your next class late enough not to find a seat with your friends and sit next to someone who probably didn't want you to sit there. Lunch time comes. Your friends awkwardly stand in the doorway of the cafeteria deciding which table to sit at. You decide and eat. Next two class go fairly smoothly but you are tired, overwhelmed and have a head ach. 

I don't know what that citation was for... But anyway, that was my day. 

A summer night.

Alright,

This is the first entry of my summer and on my new iPad, ( still trying to figure out if it was a wise purchase or not!!) I am currently out in a tent in my backyard enjoying the moon and stars and the various music from the parties around the river. When I think about it, not much has happened on the (actual) river side. I have been enjoying my summers the way I know best: alone under the stars and writing unfinished novels. Well, I haven't been totally secluded from the world, I have had a few friends over! 

I wrote last when I had one last exam to write. Well it went well and then it was summer time. And that meant time for camp. It seems so far away now when I write about it, but those weeks went by so fast! I don't know if it was as "amazing" as last year, but I learned just as much I feel. I learned that I always will be learning from here on after. I was humbled and at times I had to sallow my pride and move on, I learned what it felt like to be really small (again being humbled!), I learned to trust God completely (whether it be for words or just to rely on Him), and I learned to see beauty in the broken. Every year I seem to learn exactly what's need to learn, especially for the upcoming year. 

And now it's that time of year again; the leaves are already turning colours on the maple tree and the "Back to School" sings are up in the stores. It's the time of year where I really struggle with my contentment. It's that time of year when I feel society is draining everything they can from me, (translate that to English: putting and end to my freedome). 

But I am learning. And I suppose I will still be learning. 

For now, however, I am enjoying these astronomical objects before me! A.k.a the moon and stars! 

One More

One more.

One more exam stands in my way of freedom. It's crazy to stop and think that it's been a year. This blog kinda documents the ups and downs of how I felt about school. I'd come one here to rant about how much I hated it.... to by the grace of God... I'd come to realize that he is in charge and I'd be alright with school. I still remember praying and thinking and shedding some tears.... and siting on our dock 10 at night with some apple bread and a blanket watching the moon rise. I was really stressed out and needed some time to think.

This year, I learned to rely on God. I stepped out of my comfort zone and started to talk to people and make some new friends beyond my little group I had. I learned a lot of lessons this year.

I may.....
              have possibly.....
                                           just a little, teeny bit......
                                                                                   just a tad bit.....
                                                                                                               may have enjoyed myself.
                                                                                                                * on rare occasions* 

Oh my. One more. One more exam till my freedom. Then off I go to camp for three weeks! It will be great and emotional to back to the place once again that changed my life. 
Back to studying for now.

One more.

One More

One more.

One more exam stands in my way of freedom. It's crazy to stop and think that it's been a year. This blog kinda documents the ups and downs of how I felt about school. I'd come one here to rant about how much I hated it.... to by the grace of God... I'd come to realize that he is in charge and I'd be alright with school. I still remember praying and thinking and shedding some tears.... and siting on our dock 10 at night with some apple bread and a blanket watching the moon rise. I was really stressed out and needed some time to think.

This year, I learned to rely on God. I stepped out of my comfort zone and started to talk to people and make some new friends beyond my little group I had. I learned a lot of lessons this year.

I may.....
              have possibly.....
                                           just a little, teeny bit......
                                                                                   just a tad bit.....
                                                                                                               may have enjoyed myself.
                                                                                                                * on rare occasions* 

Oh my. One more. One more exam till my freedom. Then off I go to camp for three weeks! It will be great and emotional to back to the place once again that changed my life. 
Back to studying for now.

One more.

Trip to the past... and a well deserved break!

Heavens! I didn't realize how long I have neglected my duty to write!!! I usually say that I am busy... but really... this time it wasn't an excuse! Soccer and homework and being sleep deprived has robbed most of my free time! I was beginning to forget what the outdoors looked like! I felt like I was a salve to school! 

And thats where the purpose of this post comes in! I went over to my neighbours farm and fully enjoyed myself for a bit! I hadn't just gone out 'exploring' in a while and it did me some good! Here are just a few pictures I took! It was splendid lighting for the most part! I have more to put up! 

            

 

The landscape reminds me of Ireland somehow.... have I ever been there? Well no, but thats what I imagine it to be like.... Anyway! Hope you enjoyed a piece of my childhood. I honestly felt like a little kid again. This basically sums it up! This was one of my havens I would go to to escape reality. Enjoy the rest of your day!