Graduation, Episode 1

Today there is one question I demand to have answered by someone. That is,

Where did the time go?

In a few hours, I will have walked the long green stage wearing a white flowy camping tent with an empty diploma holder tucked under one arm and by then, my question still probably won’t be answered. All I can say for sure is that High School was one of the best four seconds of my life. To any of my teen readers living in them now, I beg you not to take them for granted. Each second during high school has the potential to drastically change what happens during the millions of seconds after high school, because the teenage years are powerful ones. They are a name for a metamorphosis which takes place in innocent children and warps them into opinionated, passionate, strong-willed young people. High School is the launching pad and really, takeoff only takes what feels like four seconds. That’s shorter than a vine…

Today as I walked across campus for probably the last time, I caught myself walking at the pace I usually would sprint at to get to class, (back before second semester when still cared about being on time). I caught myself in habit and stopped for a moment. It was then when I realized I didn’t need to rush anymore, not on this campus at least. Crunch-time was over, I had already won the race. So I walked slower, more thoughtfully, down my favorite alley which lies between the tennis court fence and the swimming pool fence. I love that alley so much, because when it rained, I used to stand there and watch the water collect in puddles on the tennis courts. On the opposite side and in another time of year, the swimming pool always made me jealous with its chlorine aura challenging the oncoming summer heat of spring. These are things I’ll hope to never forget, and if my memory fails me someday it’s comforting to know I have this.

Anyway, thank you dear reader as always for doing what you do best here. May your Thursday be as great as your Sunday.

Stay tuned for pt. 2


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Lessons in Chemistry

Beyond a curve, a roller coaster of learning this week has been… and it’s only wednesday!

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How interesting. I find a recurring theme amongst my troubles.

Chemistry. I’ve had crash-course sessions in both the tedious type you learn here in the jungle and the… uh… romantic type. Here goes.

My Chemistry teacher ran the Boston Marathon over spring break. So as you can imagine, our normally structured lesson plan disintegrated in a beaker of HCL as my teacher nursed her jet lag and told us what bomb shock feels like.

“Had I finished 5 minutes sooner…”

Our class was silent.

Catastrophes are reality shakers. How petty of me to worry about the dumb things I worry about like boys when I could have lost my teacher over a weekend. But it was worrying about the boy that brought on the second lesson in Chemistry, taught by both Ms. N and my mom.

Perfecting the art of dating people includes an extensive knowledge of Chemistry. The lovey-dovey kind you’re thinking of can be defined by Oxford as, “the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people”. Yes. It’s so complex, math and actual chemistry can be used to demonstrate it.

(Sorry, analogy queen had to.)

Let’s say that people are substances. They are each completely unique containing varied traits, ingredients and polarities and as such obtain specific compatability levels when it comes to other substances.

Some substances work perfectly together and become one unit that can never be filtered or settled apart except “by evaporation do us part”.

Ex. Sugar Watervia tumblr


Unfortunately, a more chronically common case would be substances that truly believe it’s going to work out but don’t. It’s nice, it’s prospects look positive, but something triggers a change in compatability. Separation occurs.

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Some substances are good friends on the shelf, but would never choose to mix because  explosion would surely follow.

Ex.Baking Soda and Vinegar


So the crux is thus: You gotta let people have their chemistry. You’ve got to value other people’s uniqueness, and when Johnny likes Sally more than you just try not to get too…

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Guest Post from MonkeyBrother #1: Middle School Advice?

Hello everybody, it’s brother #1.  I’m the awesome one in the family.

Now you all know my sister from somewhere, I don’t know, maybe because this is her blog.  I would also like to shout out a big “HI” to my grandpa, who is probably wondering what the heck is going on.

A few days ago I was in sixth grade until the summer came, and now I’m officialy a seventh grader.  My big sis thinks that I’m going to die in there, but between you (as in everybody reading this) and me, I know I’ll turn out okay in one piece. Now if you have any advice you want to share with me about middle school/jr. high, I would be happy to hear it. Leaf a comment down below.

[Edit: SJT repeated this question on Yahoo Answers and got some pretty sweet advice there too! Thanks again guys for all the tips and wisdom!]

The Buttons?

“Another blog housekeeping chore, explaining one’s modifications to her audience…” -SydneyJoTo

After questing minutes upon minutes on Google for a simple “How-To” on buttons… I found it. An adorable mommy-blog, with the theme of Chickens (of which I’ve lost the name) and pink polka-dots it seems. Well anyway, it was great find and obviously it worked. Shall I explain the product?

(Now pulling up my blog in another tab… a vain habit I know.)


Buttons are ways of self-expression, like posters and magazine clippings in a High School Locker expressing your sixteen-year-olds interests. Mine are still a work in progress but here’s a quick explanation of each so far. [Post WILL BE subject to change :]

1) Mine. Took about two hours you should know. My background is one of my favorite pictures in iPhoto and I would not deprive my button from it. Simple. Cute. -aw thanks! (Share on your bloggie if you agree!)

2) Mormon(dot)org, because it’s the religion that brings me closest to God.

3) A Beautiful Mess. Hey what can I say, I’m a fifteen-year-old romanticist! Cute+Messes= xD

4) Do Something. This poster hung in my Jr. High locker room last year, and had been for about four years prior. My two sweet P.E. teachers (who I worked for as an aid) encouraged this program to the extent of extra credit… in the form of um, NOT RUNNING. So there’s a little extra love I’ve got for this site.

5) Toms. Adorable shoes. I’m on my second pair, which means I’ve helped my second African child not get blisters and prevented the contraction of two cases of disease. I’ve probably babysat kids the same age.

6)+ …many Many MANY more to come.

They’re just pixels on a screen if you don’t click on one. Comment your favorite causes! I love a good cause.