Mind v. Body

With over a million of thoughts that zoom through my brain, I find becomes frozen to the thought that one day they will come true. I am a dreamer though when it comes to making those dreams true, I find myself fearing the future. Most of the time I wish to put them to rest but the more they linger around the harder it is to make a reality. I feel as if I lack in strength, personal power, and ambition. I admire all of those folks who can really drive their dreams to reality. Though I do not plan to give up on them. I have realized that if a person envisions themselves doing what they want, then they will see them come true. The body is a key component in accessing all of those aspirations because of the fact that hands in combination are the moving objects of the brain. For example the mind can have so many thoughts but if the body does not carry them out, they are equally or more worthless than the body itself. Thoughts derive from the single idea that one day they can be seen live. My desire is to attend Princeton University, the rule is that I will be denied but the exception is that I will be accepted. What I will have to do is work in collaboration with my mind and my brain.

ANSWER THE PROMPT

By definition the term AP aside from meaning "advanced placement" it also means "answer the prompt", a challenge that multiple teenagers have taken upon themselves to answer. Teachers spend one whole year preparing their students for what is known as one whole month for a test that for many is like life and death. Anyways the first time I attempted to answer the prompt was last years but I failed, I received a 2. I was so freaken pissed because I worked my ass off to prepare for that one test and I failed. Though this my destiny has tripled. I will try to answer 3 AP tests that have a series of questions. I just dislike the idea of having one person read my essay and only understands what is present in the booklet that sits in front of the reader. I understand that the readers have a countless number of essays, but what do they know about the endless nights or the head breaking essays that students had to write or understanding that those essays were a result of hard work. Furthermore, the challenge it was to be able to write to certain standards. It is worthless for the College Board to even promise to give students credit because the reality of test taking is that not everyone is a test taker. Most of the time students who pass the test end up passing it because of luck, and luck should not be rewarded. Why can't the College Board review students past essays and grade them off of that, there are ways to check for plagiarism. Anyways by the time that most students enter college more than half have forgotten what they learned in 10th or ll th grade. College Board should consider change!

Like yesterday

I can not believe that I am ending my junior year. Although the year flew by quite quick it feels like the same day that I started. As I walked down the hall ways for the last time of South East High School as a Junior, all I could think is the future that awaits in the next year, where will I be, what will I be doing, will I be happy? Will in the next years seem like a mind filled with unfixed thoughts and lingering ideas? As this year comes to an end all I can say is that I am thankful for surviving. I was able to pass to all  my classes and I became a pro at late nights(thanks to the Mindy Project). As this summer rolls I hope to initiate my new projects and become the pioneer of a non-profit organization that will one day flourish. Though right now quite honestly I feel this impossible, only enduring my WHY will help me accomplish this idea. I do not understand, how I can be able to be fund this project, how I can make big artists want to share their talent, how to interest people to fight for a cause that does not pertain to them. My only hope is that next year I will have the answers to these questions.

Can things get anymore awkward?

With a week filled with awkward moments I would like to introduce a couple of characters that will fill these lines.
Izzybool: A 16 year old rebellious, smart, and sometimes a bit quiet
Miny: A short 16 year old crazy, video game lover, math lover, and smart
Kiria: A 16 year old basketball player who is totally flirtatious, loud, and smart
Leasly: A 16 year old runner who is bubbly, clumsy, and  fun
Melanay: A 16 year old runner who is typing in these memories, loud, crazy, outspoken, and adventurous
Gigibooa: A 16 year old quiet gal, smart, and has inner craziness that she has not yet explored
Maranay: A 19 year old gal college student, short, and future journalist

Once upon there were six girls who attended South East High School and were naive about the mysteries that existed in the world, flash-forward 3 years later and its junior year, the hardest year ever. These girls are beginning to discover and live little by little the fullness that life has. Their lives are filled with wonder, mystery, and lots of lots of gossip. As innocent as these six girls may seem inside each and everyone of them lies the spirit of adventure and craziness and secrets that people do not know about like really people do not know about.

It's May 15, 2014 and what seemed like a normal day turned out as the most awkwardest day ever. It all started during 3rd period at about 10 am pacific time when the phone rang in Ms. Medina's Ap Spanish Literature, we were preparing for our test when she says to go to Mr. Jlapes office. Just a little background info, Mr. Jalpez is the meanest, scariest, yet best counselor that is a dean at school. Anyways I was just so surprised that he called me in because like my teacher says "I don't even kill a fly" so I head down stairs and I am just like what did I do know. Well it turns out that I said the school's college counselor an email commenting on what she was wearing and on how nice her butt was. The moment that he read that to me I was in awe, I did not know what to think. I felt as if a cold bucket of water had been dropped on my face. It was just such an embarrassing and awkward moment that I would never like to relive again. He stared at me at the eyes and with a big and strong voice asked me if I was the one who sent the email and I was like no I didn't. Apparently he believed me but he just scolded me which made me feel dubious about what thoughts had gone through his mind. As the day goes by the bell rings and its the end of lunch time so I head down to the weight room because we had to prepare before going official to the Track and Field Finals. I thought that my embarrassing moments were going to end when the things only became more worse. When we were inside the weight rooms one of my friends name Hatalgy was trying to fix her hair when she drops the weight lifting bar and it hits a portion of my head. It made a really loud noise so I flushed when everyone had turned around; it was such an embarrassing moment because it actually really did hurt but I did not want to make the girl feel bad so I was telling everyone that I was fine(when I really wasn't). We head out to the race and I'm like ok I've had a bad enough day so this race is going to be great. Yeah, that was a lie because when I ran my race I officially became baptized as hurdler. For the first time while I was running the 300m Hurdles races in the beginning of the 100m I fell and ate what is commonly known as shit. I think my ego hurt much more than the actual scar at the moment. Currently the scar hurts more because I think that I dislocated my knee but at the time just the idea that everyone( including the really cute guys from the other schools) had seen me fall, so it was so demoralizing. After the race was over I just wanted to hide under my sweater which I couldn't because I had to run the 4 x 4 relay. I thought that my anger was going to be enough to at least place 3rd but I was wrong because at the end I made a full of myself. While initially I didn't really think I looked stupid as I recall I totally look stupid. What made look stupid was that I had about a 50m gap at the end and I just started to blow kisses to my teammates. Yeah, that was really stupid of me but I just conform with the idea that I had fun at the moment.

Failure on Repeat

Everyone at least has had a taste of failure, whether it was failing a math test or a being reject to a certain program. Failure is the slap in the face that stings the most as well as the that moves the spirit the most. Yes, movies may make me want to cry my eyes out, but man with failure I just to stand up and beat the living cracker out of the person next to me. Although failure is only an impulse its a turning point that makes me flip out, I know that I can convert those same emotions to power like actual super powers like Flash because those emotions are even more revolutionary than a girl's hormones on her days. Failure is the most unexpected yet expected event. You know that it can happen or it is happening but when it comes its just like BAM! Failure constantly repeats itself and which makes it seem as if it will never end. But failure is just part of the discovery process of life. By failing once on one area you either try it again with a different tactic or  turn around and just close that chapter. Failure is inevitable and filled with might to destroy humanity though humans have the power to destroy it. So if you are failing right now do not be afraid to stand up to it because as cliche as it may seem "you got the power". Remember failure is period of trial and if you know that you can do better than just do it.

Tired and tangled

This weekend has been full of emotions, ranging from up to down or down to up. While I spent 1 whole week hooked on the show Awkward I have realized that I have made both a mistake and the best decision. It was probably one of the worst because know I am sitting at my desk at what is 9 pm and have not finished an essay that is due in less than 24hrs. I feel stupid but not that much because I finally found a solution to my problem with writing, over thinking everything. I finally found the solution to allow my thoughts to unravel and just be myself. Anyways for the last couple of  minutes I have reading stories about students who done some pretty amazing people which makes me feel less but also empowers me and propels me to work much harder to accomplish all of my goals. Undeniably I have a millions of miles to run. Anyways this week was filled with moments in which I felt as if I was going to grab my shoe and throw it a person's face. On Saturday I was walking out to go to the Giant Dollar which around the corner BAM! I twist my ankle. It was an excruciating pain. I wanted to scream at the top of the lungs but I couldn't because there were people around me.Things became more worse when before the Easter Vigil I was holding the door and I kind pushed the door back and it flew back I was so embarrassed because the priest right in front of it, he almost shouted at me but some how God up in the air gave me the strength to push the door back and leave it where it was at. As the night progressed while I was holding the book for the priest I had this itchy sensation on my eye. I wanted to scratch it so badly but I couldn't. That tingling sensation persisted and it did not leave until about five minutes when the priest moved aside. I was so thankful that he moved to the side because I could finally scratch my eye. Although this is not all what happened during my weekend I can honestly say that I am glad but scared to return to my nightmare, school, the pain in my ankle is still persists but I must push through.

The beginning

I like diaries but I like blogs even more because no one is even going to read it. I can rant my mind and my thoughts and no one would even care to read it. Better yet I don't have to worry about punctuation or spelling or whether someone will grade it. My blog does not have to be to certain standard or has to make sense. Anyways I am so fed up with the idea of writing having to be graded or revised. I can just dump my thoughts, my dreams, and my goals. I can finally be as cliche as I want to. I feel so relieved to be myself and say what I want. I can talk about the wierdos in school and about the stupid athletes(who can still be nice but a bit cocky) who fill the hall ways in my school. Even better I can talk about the stupid girls who always think that their better than me. Going back to the beginning of my new diary I am so excited to fill this empty space with thoughts that linger inside my mind that I can not release with anybody else. If anyone is reading this blog than I am sorry that I am ranting my mind out but isn't that the point of a blog? I feel like if I'm in a tv show or something well anyways please excuse and enjoy a series of mind-blowing thoughts. If anything please excuse me I'm just a junior high school.