hurry up christmas break

The three weeks between Thanksgiving holidays and Christmas break are quite possibly the longest part of the year. If you think about it, Thanksgiving is really just a cruel joke. Having a book, two papers, and test preparation work to do over a holiday is nothing to be thankful for. Instead of relishing every bite of turkey and apple pie, I found myself stressing about all the work i still had to accomplish before school started again. Whats even worse, is that a whole week of exams lies between me and yummy christmas cookies and sleep. Maybe this year i can make it through the next 21 days without pulling my hair out. but its doubtful.

STRESS and baking gingerbread cookies in August

School has officially started. Besides the fact that i now have a permanent commitment every day from eight o'clock to three fifteen, my stress level has sky rocketed. Going into my junior year, I expected an increase in the work load and even geared up for a little stress. Never in my life could i have prepared for the shock this year has brought to my life. I really am not just complaining, but i spend every spare second i have studying, doing homework, or practicing voice or piano. Personally, I feel that teachers do not understand the amount of time their classes require. If every teacher expects you to do a 'reasonable' hour of work, that ends up being seven hours of homework. Up until this year that situation has never actually happened, but now I find myself up till at least midnight every night. Sleep just doesn't really happen for me anymore. I have no social life any more whatsoever. My stress level is pretty much dangerous. Consider this scenario (which happens quite frequently for me) , I wake up in the mornings and the first thing that passes through my head is....'i can't wait till i can go back to sleep tonight'. I am a typical teenager and typical teenagers do not crave sleep over a social life. Now, switching gears completely. I baked gingerbread cookies last night (in August!). I was totally excited about this project, but it didn't turn out so good. Part of the fun of baking gingerbread cookies is the Christmasy spirit that goes along with the baking. Obviously, in August, i was not really in the Christmas spirit at all. While the baking project was for school, I still was looking forward to it. My hopes of fun were ultimately crushed! How fitting. This added to my stress level. Plus, what teacher really wont let you ice and red hot gingerbread cookies just because it isn't legit 'colonial'?

well hello there..again

Well hello there again everybody. It has been an immensely long time since I wrote a blog, obviously. Unfortunately, the reason for writing this blog is not an overwhelmingly joyful reason. School has officially begun and homework is now part of my daily agenda. In pondering what to write about in this particular entry, it seemed like a good idea to fill you in about my weekend. To start off, almost every Friday my family and I eat out for dinner. After a long week for all of us, unwinding at a restaurant and enjoying some family fellowship is usually a perfect way to spend an evening. But, this particular Friday no one’s taste buds seemed to agree whatsoever. I was in the mood for pizza, my sister, burgers, my mom, Chinese, and my dad, barbeque. This is a recipe for disaster. So after loading into the car, we drove down Zebulon road weighing out the pros and cons of every possible restaurant in Macon. (Which is a slim few) We landed on barbeque. The next morning I cleaned my room, bathroom, and did laundry, until it was time to go to study group. I continued to spend the rest of my Saturday studying and analyzing Plato in the Barnes and Noble café area with five helpless friends. My weekend finally had a high point on Sunday morning. I went to Cracker Barrel and ate pancakes and bacon with my mom and sister. Afterwards, I enjoyed going to church and spending time reading the Bible, singing songs, and spending time catching up with friends. Well, this brings us to Sunday afternoon, and I find myself still reading Plato, writing a journalism blog, and dreading 7 a.m. tomorrow morning. It will be here before I know it so I am going to wrap this up.