Quiet Please

“So your confidence is quiet
To them quiet looks like weakness
But you don’t have to fight it
‘Cause you’re strong enough to win without a war…”

-“Invisible” by Hunter Hayes

 

All I want for this Friday night is a nice, quiet night in after this loud week. And I’ve got Hunter Hayes’s new song on replay, too. Once again, that boy has written a song like he’s written it for me. Meaningful lyrics, smooth vocals, lots of acoustic guitar… This is the kind of music I enjoy.

You know what kind of music I don’t enjoy? Pitch Perfect.

In case you’re not quite sure what Pitch Perfect is (which I really wish I didn’t know), it’s a really popular but really overrated musical. I generally enjoy musicals, but that one just runs on gross humor. We finished watching it in world music class yesterday because we had a substitute (again!), but afterwards came the highlight of my day: WE WATCHED CAMP ROCK! That is basically my favorite movie of all time, and I had wanted to watch it in the morning during guitar class, which we also had a sub for. However, my friend was very adamant about her desire to watch The Lion King. Her choice won by an overwhelming popular vote.

Pitch Perfect wasn’t the only loud annoyance of my week. We had a substitute in English last week. The instructions left by the teacher were simple- read this story and be ready for the test next class. Well, next class came. After showing us a video about the author whose work we’re reading, my teacher said, “Okay, guys, we need to talk.” Those words, of course, strike a note of fear in  the heart of each and every teenager. And with good reason this time! The sub had left him notes: 1st period- only class who actually did their work, received 10 bonus points on the test; 2nd period- you don’t want to be them…; and, finally, 3rd period- only about four girls were actually doing the assignment. The rest of us were chatting and playing “Flappy Birds” and showing off the new phone speakers we got for our birthday. We were rewarded with the once-in-a-lifetime chance to take the test without the notes some of us had worked very hard on AND write a 150 word essay on the story (and Stephen Crane is not an easy author!). I was so elated that I almost ran out of time to finish my essay. I’ll never understand why some people just have to be loud at the most inappropriate of times.

You know what else can be loud? People’s opinions. Someone left a very mean note in my friend’s backpack this week, calling her things like “mean” and “ugly” and something about a monster. But I loved her reaction. She goes, “I am not ugly! I have beautiful nails and the world’s softest hands!!” She then reported the note to the front office, and they are taking care of the problem for her. I just love the way she handled it, though, like it didn’t even bother her. She knew nothing in the note was true, and so she refused to believe it. That’s the kind of confidence I admire. 🙂

I don’t know about you, but I definitely prefer quiet over loud any day. Especially after today, when I’m not feeling so hot after failing at donating blood. Kristen, how can one possibly fail at donating blood?! Oh, but you don’t know me. I can make anything go awry. I filled out all the paperwork, got approved, and I even had the needle in my arm, everything according to protocol. But then, my arm decided to stop bleeding. The nurses on the Red Bus (the school’s Interact Club was running a blood drive this week, BTW) couldn’t fix it, so they took it out, told me I wouldn’t get any results back because the donation had been no good, gave me juice, and sent me on my way. I felt fine, just a little tired afterwards. I came home and lay down. Maybe I’ll have better luck next time.

And now, for a quiet, restful weekend. And like the song I quoted at the beginning, I believe that  quietness is strength. This quiet night will help me regain the strength I lost to the screwed-up blood drive needle.

Stay strong and fearless,

Kristen

The Other Side Of the Door

“It’s been a really, really messed up week,

Seven days of torture, seven days of bitter…”

-“Tonight Tonight” by Hot Chelle Rae

 

First week of second semester has just been splendid (I’ve heard that sarcasm is related to intelligence, right?). Well. I am so glad it’s Friday.

Monday really was splendid. We had it off for MLK Day, AND there was an all day “Big Time Rush” marathon on TV. I was a happy girl. But then came Tuesday. Tuesday, Doomsday…. Because Tuesday was the first day of the semester and our last day before exams had been a B Day, I assumed it was A Day. I brought all my books and stupid, stupid Earl (my guitar towards which my feelings are ambivalent). The one day the “A Day/B Day” sign in the Commons is actually correct, I’m wrong. I was frantically calling my mom, smartly hidden in a bathroom stall (sometimes life calls for us to bend the rules- forgive me), and I gave an exact description of the books my sister and I needed and their locations. Being the absolutely incredible, amazing, loving mother that she is, she brought our books in exchange for Earl, whom I had left in the office. My mother was the hero of my Tuesday, and I could not have been more grateful for her bailing me out. 🙂

Wednesday is a blur, lost in translation. Yesterday, Thursday, I learned that I am strong. In all the craziness and hardships of this past year, I have had my best friend beside me through all of it. My twin sister and I vowed to never leave each other alone in the uncharted waters of public high school. But life sometimes overrides even the best intentions, and she was sick yesterday, leaving me to go it alone for the first time. It was lonely, but okay. I do have other friends, and they are kind and gracious and willing to keep me from being a loner. Also, I had time to read The Scorpio Races (and I am sooo close to being finished that I want to skip last period today and read!!). And I got to teach my geometry class that, contrary to popular belief, twins do not get sick at the same time.

That brings us to today. Friday. Today. Ewe. I don’t want to be here. I want to be home. I want to finish my book. I want to be done for today. First period was not nice to me. We had a surprise playing test (it’s guitar class), and on top of other things, I’m done. At least second period was a free period, so I drowned my sorrows in a jar of Nutella. Today is an A Day, so I have B lunch, and since I have no friends in B lunch, I am here, a-bloggin’.  Yay for today.

But it’s Friday, and as soon as that bell rings at 2:55, I am closing the door on this week. I will forget it. I will wash my hands and be done. And it will be good, because on the other side of the door is promise. I’ll be able to finish that book, and learn alongside Puck Connolly that life gets better once you get past what makes it hard, and to keep pressing forward ( I love this character, by the way 🙂 ). I’ll have time to practice my major chords and do better on the next playing test. I can look forward to my stellar report card coming out next week. I still have some Nutella left in that jar. And, best of all, ABC Family KNEW I would be in dire need of a Harry Potter weekend. 🙂

It all awaits me on the other side of the door.

Stay strong and fearless,

Kristen

Hard Day’s Night

Imagine this: one otherwise typical Wednesday morning, you awake from a horrific dream concerning a bus ride gone terribly wrong with the feeling that your brain has swelled inside your very head, and then the next day, after the headache has finally subsided, your stomach decides to feel as if it is eating itself inside out. That, my friends, was the reality of my week.

So, yes, pain and school are not the most enjoyable combination. “Kristen, why didn’t you just stay home, for goodness’ sake?!” This is called “stubbornness” or “determination” or, more accurately, “I don’t really know why but I hate staying home when I’m sick so I rarely do because I’d rather just tough it out then miss.” Proving to myself I can take it? The world may never truly know…

Anyways, I am fine now, thank you. Mostly, I am just glad it is Friday. It’s not been the best past two weeks. In the same fourteen days, I have not felt well as aforementioned, not done as well as I hoped on a certain few quizzes, struggled through learning to play notes on my guitar,  found out my friend is switching schools,  dragged  my heavy guitar all the way across campus when called to the office at the end of the day,  AND had to listen to Bieber in World Music. None of those have been very happy things.

Yet, I have learned in life not to let the bad stuff always drag me down. “Ain’t nobody got time for that,” after all. The good things in life still outnumber the bad by a long shot: honor roll, getting to skip class and watch a movie because of honor roll, feeling better, the rap we wrote at my Wednesday Bible study, the pep rally today that included a powder puff cheerleaders routine with a reference to the infamous Kanye West/Taylor Swift VMA incident of 2009 (“Yo Taylor, Imma let you finish, but Beyonce’ had the best video of all time!”), the INCREDIBLE writing style the author of the book I’m reading has… The list could go on and on.

So, yes, even after the most “hard day’s night,” in the end, it’s all good. Especially when it’s Friday.

“Yo reader, I’m happy for you and all, and Imma let you finish, but Friday is the best day of the week of ALL TIME!”

Stay strong and fearless,

Kristen

IT’S FRIDAY!!!!

     I have been on Cloud 9 ALL DAY! Why, you ask? Because it’s Friday and a three day weekend!! Happy Labor Day!!! I really could not have been more ready for that final bell today!! I love weekends 🙂

     So, I have reached a breakthrough in my public school education: I no longer need to use my map. I might as well have just conquered a small European country, people. This is big stuff!! I was able to navigate my way all today without having to check my color-coded school map (yes, I coded it myself, which is saying a lot for a usually disorganized person) or my schedule. It’s pretty exciting 🙂

     First period Spanish was a breeze, as was second period geometry. We broke out the craft supplies again. I still don’t understand the importance glue has in geometry. Lunch was nice and uneventful, though I could have fallen asleep right there! I wanted nothing more all day then to go home and curl up with my blanket and a bowl of chips.

     Chemistry is already a hard class for me to concentrate in. Those stupid stools are so uncomfortable, and the super bright florescent (spelled that right on my first try! score!) lights give me a headache, even with my little nerd glasses on. But, the new factor is trying not to laugh at the two guys in my and my sister’s lab group. They’re exactly the kind of people you would imagine as being part of an honors chemistry class. During our time to work silently, they always talk to each other about the homework and it’s just hilarious. Today we all four had to work on a lab together, and they’re just like something out of a movie. But I kept it together 🙂

     Chemistry ended with a lovely amount of homework. There was a certain problem I was working on that just looked plain impossible. But after I looked at it and thought about it for a minute, I figured it out and it rather easy. After I finished it, I silently cheered to myself, but I soo badly wanted to jump up and woop my victory. I felt so smart. But again, I held it together. 🙂

      I really am loving my fourth period interning. The class of fifth graders are awesome, and the teacher is really nice. I’m always in there during their science time, and I love to listen to them doing it because I love that sort of thing. It’s so adorable how excited they are to learn about science 🙂 I got out early again, but I didn’t have to walk in the rain today, only the blazing heat.

     But I didn’t mind the sun. I was sooo glad it was Friday! I turned my iPod to Taylor Swift’s “22,” and it took everything in me not to run back to campus dancing! I do miss the “Friday dance” tradition my class had in middle school 🙂

     But yes, it is finally Friday!!!! I am sooo happy! My homework is done. I’ve got nothing to do and nowhere to be. And it couldn’t be better.

     Two weeks down.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22…” #dancebreak

Stay strong and fearless,

Kristen