Random Brain Rant.

I feel like it would really suck to be a weather man. I mean sure there is a science to the calculation of what the weather might possibly do if history repeats itself and things line up just right. But what happens when The Lord decides to do His own thing and bring snow in the summer or rain for a whole year while you're pointing at your little screen telling everyone that it's going to be seventy-five and sunny and that they should take their kids to the beach. Also, the weather man has the potential to be a public figure for his area, and especially for that sweet old lady that never turns the channel away from the news and sees you every time you come on screen. Suppose you go on a streak where everything you say is blatantly wrong. Not only have you let down the town but the sweet old lady who trusted you and went to the store thinking she was safe because you told her it was sixty-five and sunny and she got to Walgreens and it rained on her new wig. But, then again people these days will just look down at their iPhones and blame Apple if the weather is wrong.

Eyes Shut.

The definition of sleep is "to take the rest afforded by a suspension of voluntary bodily functions and the natural suspension, complete or partial, of consciousness", just reading that, ironically, gets me excited. That is just the best thing in the world, to just be knocked slam out and not think but just to rest and enjoy your dreams or your thoughtless heavy breathing. I just woke up and my sleep made me feel so amazing that I got up, walked over to my computer and began this rant. I love sleep! Why do you think people are ready for summer? Pizza? Sure. The beach? Of course. But a huge part of it is just having the chance to lay in your comfortable bed for hours upon hours with no responsibilities attached. Lying in your bed without a preconceived notion to get up and work on a school assignment is God's gift to summer for students. I don't often dream anymore, and it might be because I stay awake until I am so tired that as soon as I lay down I'm gone, past any stages where a light sleep would occur and I have dreams that I would actually remember. Enjoy sleep while you can, I hear adults don't get enough of it. 

Pre-grad Summer Thoughts.

Summer is here!  The playlists are increasing and the beats per minute in all of the extremely hype music that will prepare us for our ongoing adventures is going up faster than car stereos will allow!

But there is still one thing; I would like to have access to my diploma. Since I do not have it now, on the night of my graduation (June 5th) I will extinguish the fire in my soul set by the raging sounds of the summer that I long for. I am ready to storm the mall and expand my summer wardrobe. In a few weeks, when I am no longer held back by the codes of The Academy and the chains of administrative eyes have been broken, I will shout for joy, gift cards in hand and I will run like mad straight for the shoppes. Although it may seem that clothes are minimal for the summer - which they are but hello, have you felt this humidity?- every piece counts. From the basic tees, the perfect cutoff or cuffed shorts, right down to your favorite tank the summer uniforms are here and I long to be restricted to their high fashion call! Down with the dress code, up with my sanity!

What If...College Edition.

What if all my clothes don't fit? Oh gosh, my clothes are NOT going to fit. My shoes? But what if my roommate steals? What if we end up living in a continuous awkward energy? I hate awkwardness, but I guess I can't help how someone else responds to me. I guess I can be "that girl" that's too forward, or too aggressively trying to make things not awkward. I mean I'm going to have to live with this person! What if there's no good lighting for when I do my makeup? If there's no room for a floor length mirror my life will be over, and I will shed a tear. I will be judged if I set up a well-lit desk mirror for sure. But who cares. Looking good at events where I will be doing my networking is imperative to me; basically the equivalent to making the Dean's List. But wait, I need a new case for my jewelry! Oh crap. This is going to being the hardest, most frustrating, best transition of my entire life. Yes, all eighteen years of it. But, here I go, I'm really going to do this. I'm going to go out there and make an impact; and it's gonna be a great one.

What A Senior Year....

And it's not even over yet!! That's the part I am most excited about. The fact that I am having a truly blessed and amazing time of my life and there are still months ahead before the very end is beyond words (but here's a few because why not). Can I just say that being admitted into the 2015 freshman class at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill is an honor and a privilege that I do not take lightly. I am amazed and excited for the future opportunities. No matter how much it hurts to hear this, high school choices matter people, and I am so glad I made the right ones. Secondly, the fact that I could be a part of Triangle Volleyball Club's first blue team (kind of a "B" team) to qualify to earn a bid into the USAV national junior girls tournament is just awesome, and tiring. Being a blue team as opposed to black, which is the top team of your age group, you sometimes feel the need to prove yourself as good enough in spite of the fact that the title is not supposed to weigh much bias on the level of skill. To work as hard as we did and pull it off feels, at times, unreal. I love my team and I love this life God has given to me. He is risen. Happy Easter.

Decisions.

Be careful of others; people can tear you down just as quickly as they can lift you up. As childish as it is to choose big life decisions based on others' opinion, it is something that we often do. Some people just want to yield to their rebellious voice inside. There's something about going the way that everyone expected you to that drives people insane. I can understand that. Feeling like you have allowed people who hardly know you to speak on your future can leave an impression of weakness. It can make you feel as if you gave in to the pressure of their opinion. In a perfect world, people outside of your loved ones would attend to their own business and keep their comments to themselves. But, in reality, we must learn to isolate the non-sense from the necessary and listen only to the voices that matter. We can't forget to listen to our own voice - after all it is YOUR life to come. We have to use our discernment to filter through the voices. It's not like there aren't good voices to hear, we just need to take the time to discriminate against the negatives.

3rd Quarter Blues.

Blogging is hard when there's a deadline and no inspiration. When there's nothing to say there's nothing to say! (To which a teacher will probably reply, "There's always something to say Qieara.") No. Not this time. Isn't it bad enough that there's a butt-ton of work to do in this seemingly endless third quarter of school that's super busy and under-cared for? I guess that's something to talk about, so let's keep this word count rolling people! Each class has like six tests that these teachers are trying to crank out during this quarter so that you can "keep learning the material". Bleh. These teachers and I both know that us students do NOT care nor do we desire to learn this stuff, unless you teach an elective... a fun elective at that (sorry gen eds). And why should I care to learn about British Literature? Any writing that I'd ever be doing or want to do is strictly American. If anything I'd rather learn to be a little more Italian or Parisian, but whatever. And what's up with teachers being all strict on paying attention? I mean the way I see it, so long as we are being quiet enough for you to hear yourself teach or to pretend that we hear you, then I don't see the harm in letting us doodle or roam the Internet (which is safely guarded by The Academy's tech wardens so no worries). I guess this is why I have teacher relationship issues. But whatever.