Either You're In or You're Out ( second English paper..very rough)

Normally when you think about high school lunch the first thing that pops into your head is Pizza Fridays. At least that’s what pops into mine. Many teens and preteens today are faced with more issues than just what is on the menu for lunch at school. High school can be a vicious place, especially when you are a girl! As a child your parents normally teach you that it doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside people will still love you because of who you are on the inside. It seems like that rule flies right out the window once you turn fifteen. The halls of school turn into a never ending battle of drama and adversity. Either you’re in or you’re out; you are either a somebody or a nobody. As harsh as that sounds, it’s the truth. High school clicks are one of the worst problems most female teens and preteens will ever face in their younger years.

I can remember as a child in middle school I would watch my best friend’s sister and think I want to be like her when I’m that age. If I had only known what that meant at the age of eleven I surely would have never thought that. My best friend had a sister who was a cheerleader, beautiful and always had a new boyfriend every time I saw her. I thought she was just wonderful and “popular.” By the time she graduated I was a freshman in high school and my wish had come true. I was a cheerleader, I was on the homecoming court, I had a boyfriend, and I made good grades. I could not even fathom how life could get much better, nor did I care how everyone else felt who was not in my shoes. Little did I know reality was about to hit my smack dab in the face. My girlfriends and I were sitting at the “popular” table eating lunch on Pizza Friday when a girl from my class walked by. As she did one of my friends made comments about her that was uncalled for and the girl began to cry. It was at that moment that I realized I wasn’t really all that cool or popular. It did not matter what table I sat at or what social standing I had reach, but who my friends had become. Even though those harsh words did not come out of my mouth they reflected me just as much as they reflected my friend. Suddenly, I didn’t feel popular anymore I felt like a loser.

My freshman year of high school ended and we moved to a new town. I decided I would branch out and give public school a try. On the first day of school I pranced right in wearing a polo shirt and carrying a Vera Bradley bag, which was the proper attire for a young girl at a private school. I quickly found myself on the other end of the popularity totem pole. I had gone from Miss Popular to Miss New Girl virtually overnight. People at my school began to make fun of me and call me names because of the way I dressed and where I had gone to school. My friends from my private school shunned me and acted as if going to public school had become some kind of sin or had caught a disease by going to school there. I guess in these situations you find out who your true friends are and I had none. I had fooled myself into thinking that these girls actually cared me when in reality all they cared about was if I had newest of anything that came out like they did. The only people who would talk to me at my new school reminded me so much of the girl that my ex friends had made fun of the year before.

The months went by and summer turned into fall. By this time I was totally adjusted to my new school. People had finally accepted that I different from them and I personally became humbled by the experience. I thought being popular was everything as a young girl, but my whole perception of those types of girls and what made them popular was totally distorted. I began to become my own person and not worry so much about what other people thought. I hung out with all different types of people and eventually realized the real meaning of being popular. It wasn’t about how I dressed, who I dated, or what certain lunch table I sat at. It was about being me and speaking to everyone, getting to know each individual person in a special way. When I graduated last year I knew all three hundred and sixty three people in my graduating class, I was nominated as much talent in the senior class, I was in every club you could think of, and not once did I ever sit with the “popular” crowd.

Many girls are affected by clicks yearly. It’s so engraved in their brains that they must look a certain way and act a special way to be popular. Although, when it comes right down to it nobody cares what lunch table you sat in high school or who your boyfriend was. In the real world people judge you by who you are! Going to public school was the best decision I ever made, I just wish young girls could get the real perspective on high school clicks like I did. Their lives could be so much easier and so much more enjoyable, you just have to hang in there.

Challenges Faced While Writing My First English Essay

Trying to figure out what to write about was by the far the hardest challenge with my paper. When I sit down to write its always hard for me to get started although, once I get going the flow stays pretty steady. While attempting to write my essay I started asking people who knew me the best what to write about. My mom threw out some interesting ideas...but....none of them really caught my attention. I ask my classmates what they were writing about and actually Rachel gave me an idea. At first she was going to write about a first date. The date scenario triggered my thoughts back to my own boyfriend. You know, to be totally honest I thought the idea of a perfect man was cheesy at first, so I skipped it. But, it just kept coming back up again and again so I settled on it!

I really enjoyed reading other peoples blogs. Most of the ones that I read were interesting and I could relate to their topic. Its funny because I think that I gained a little bit of confidence in my paper by reading others. When I first wrote my paper I was scared that it was not detailed enough for a descriptive essay but, the more I read of everyone else's...my paper was right there with theirs.

When I looked at the posts about my own paper I felt that I had written a good essay. Everyone who commented said they enjoyed the essay and that my purpose was apparent. Of course I knew there would be grammatical errors because I always have them..but on topic I thought I did great! :)

My First Descriptive Essay

The Perfect Man

When he walks in the room my heart skips a beat. Tall, dark, and handsome is the description he fits. His smile is almost as mesmerizing as his chocolate brown eyes. My perfect man is everything I have ever prayed for and so much more. His 6’1 build towers over me as he leans in for a kiss. His lips are smooth and his kisses are always sweet. This is what the perfect man would be like to me.

As a young girl I once attended a youth conference that was geared towards keeping yourself pure and still finding the man of your dreams. The speaker said “Never settle until you truly find someone who fits your standards.” I didn’t realize how dear that saying would become to me over the years as I grew from a girl to a young woman. When I returned home that night after the conference I made a list of traits that I wanted my “perfect man” to have. Now, as a pre-teen most of your thoughts are mainly on looks and silly personality traits, but as I grew older my standards started to mature with me. After tirelessly going through boy after boy who I thought was right for me, I quit looking at appearance and focused more on the inside.

My perfect man’s personality has to be somewhat complex. He must be more reserved than I am; I do a lot of talking. I guess you could say he is more of a listener. Although his southern boy drawl is like a sweet lullaby to my ears. He has to be grounded in his faith, more of a leader in our relationship. His passion for the Lord is contagious and he is driven by the goals that he plans to reach. His talent in music is amazing, yet he keeps a humble presence about himself. His love for me is indescribable; I see it every time I look into his eyes and I can feel it in his touch. He cares deeply for his family and would do anything for his friends. He has compassion for the homeless and those in need. He is a truly honorable and good man.

Now, I know earlier I said looks were not as important but every girl still has a type. Mine just happens to be tall, dark, and handsome. His build is lanky and as he towers over me and I have to strain my neck to look right up at his face. His dark brown hair is clean cut in the back and swoops across his forehead in the front. I could get lost in his chocolate brown eyes that are bordered by long eyelashes that touch the tip top of his eye lid. His thin; soft pink lips widen to reveal straight white teeth. He usually has a five o’clock shadow that he always seems to forget to shave. His sun kissed complexion is sprinkled by a few freckles and he has a mole above his right ear.

My perfect man may not be Noah Calhoun, but he makes me feel like I’m living out The Notebook as Allie Nelson. Others may say that a love like that does exist in real life, but tell that to my perfect man. In all honesty though, no book or movie could even begin to describe the love that my perfect man has for me. It has to be lived out daily and shown for all to see. That is why I am so blessed to be in the love with “the perfect man.”

T.G.I.T.

THANK GOD ITS THURSDAY!!! Wow, this week has been absolutely crazy. After seeing my test grade, I realized very quickly that I am going to need a study buddy in Chemistry. This class is killing me!! My other classes are going well...today my teacher didn't show for Math and that was a blessing. My girlfriends and I went to eat Chick Fil A instead..that was nice for a change :)

This weekend I'm celebrating my birthday early! I'm going to be 19...I can barely believe that! It seems like I should still be a Senior in high school and I'm now I'm a Freshman in college. I guess life never slows down it just keeps passing by faster and faster!

First College Exam

Ugh....today I had my very first college exam. Needless to say Chemistry is going to kill me!! The anticipation is driving me crazy...I feel like I check my email every two minutes waiting to see what I made on the test. I know I didn't do well it on, but I also didn't take Chemistry in high school. It also doesn't help that my teacher rambles more than he teaches..I mean I like him I just can't connect with his teaching style. Fingers crossed...maybe I passed :) Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day!