Woke up this morning not feeling myself. You know those mornings after you wake up from a nightmare and you feel cold? It was one of those mornings.
Trying to warm myself up, I got ready for school. The usual routine: shower, teeth, eyes, clothes. On my way out the door I grabbed the beasics: phone, ipod, backpack.
Praying for a good day as I walked to school, I walked by the middle school and happened to notice the kids' activities. I wondered which clique I would fit into these days. Have I changed drastically? There were the sporty boys playing with a basketball, a group of girls sitting and gossiping, the typical immature middle school mix of girls and guys chasing each other through the front yard in hopes of tagging the other. Looks like I'd still be plaing basketball.
I made it through biology alive (never was the science type), and walked over to Newswriting class. We disscussed Ethics today. Now I fit in a majority group of people with a central/ common view of ethics, or so I thought. With about 20 people in class I felt like I was one of five outcasts. We viewed photos in the text of death, aggony, grief, and more. All stupedous photos. The question was to print the photo or not to print it? I did agree with the class on a few however there's always a Nut in life that really presses my buttons and makes me just want to scream a loud nothing at them and stick my tongue out! One of the many Nuts happens to be in my class.
Moving on from newswriting to media and slowly then back home for lunch. I submitted my first college news story today. The topic was lame but I felt it was a good beginning piece. It was an informative feature (though the editor may not be too happy about it being a feature) about the number of people going to tanning beds in the winter. Read the campus paper for more details.
I met with a photography professor and was able to be signed up for the beginning of photography course for next winter! The course that was full before sophomores were able to sign up for classes, the one that I thought I wasn't going to be able to take until next year! Things were looking up.
I went to weight lifting with my team. I ran the latter drills with Jordyn (teammate) before lifting. The lifting routines we do are so lame. I wish there was either more to them or more diversity in the lifts. An observation of my team. None of them like lifting... at least not lifting weights. They view weight lifting as more of a social event, like most girls do.
Me on the other hand, I like lifting weights. I like the unannounced competition that hangs in the midst of the gym, the satisfaction that I'm getting into shape and feeling healthy, plus I like the pain. I like waking up the next morning sore, going "oo, ouch". For girls like me, I get one of two things (sometimes both) from the people in the weight room: I either get the laughing and mockery from people watching them think "haha she's a girl. what is she doing trying to lift weights?" Then when I'm able to lift my own weight (sometimes more if it's a legs day) then I get them scowling at me, thinking "She's a freak and makin me have to actually work so I don't get passed up by a girl."
Jordyn made dinner for me tonight. I then went home to whind down for the night, followed by some homework with narcotic powers. I packed most of my stuff for the weekend at home. I'm so glad to be going home for Thanksgiving. I haven't been home since the beginning of August. I miss home. It's my salt and water.
Finally, I review the day I had that started from a nightmare and ending with a tranquil evening. Sweet dreams y'all.
