Reminiscing...

This is weird timing and kind of a repeat of stuff I've already posted but I'm in a blogging mood and this has been on my mind recently.

I miss high school. I never thought I'd say that. But I do. Here are the top things that I miss in no particular order:
 
                                                            

• I miss math class with Brandon. Constantly messing with each other, embarrassing each other (or mostly Brandon embarrassing me..), and just talking about any and everything. I absolutely hate math but Brandon made it bearable, and even made me look forward to it.

• I miss playing a sport. Yes literally playing a sport but also just having a team. I miss going to practice and complaining about Pierce together, making warm-ups go as long as possible, pushing each other, being sassy with Coach Baggetta, going to eat after games and practices, and just having a second family. I miss sitting on the bench with Victoria and Zoe thinking of stupid cheers to try and get some enjoyment out of our overall horrible hockey experience. I miss being super competitive with Chloe and being determined to do more push-ups, getting faster times, lifting heavier weights, etc. Which never really happened..she beat me a lot..

• I miss having my parking spot. Weird thing to miss but every morning pulling into my spot painted perfectly how I wanted it and in the prime parking spot was so satisfying. I miss going out after school and just hanging around with everyone before practice. And all the shenanigans involved in that.

• I miss being a senior and doing whatever I wanted. Senior class president had it's perks.

• I miss my basketball boys. The whole program for that matter. I am eternally grateful to Emily for picking me to do it with her. Can't wait to go home and just walk into that locker room like nothing has changed. 

• I miss driving Taty and Lauren to seminary. Miss those girls. I miss Taty's ridiculousness and Lauren and I's shared giggles about Taty's ridiculousness. I miss going to bagel every other morning, rushing to go to Bagel, Robecks, and stopping at Giant. Such eventful mornings.

• I miss planning fun things every weekend. I have no car, no house, no money. So it's really difficult to plan exciting things. It's possible but more difficult. 

• I miss my car and having my whole life in it. My hockey and lacrosse stick, balls rolling around in the truck, extra clothes, books, food, friends trash...I just want my car back.

• I miss geospatial with Shaunessy. Looking at wedding blogs, doing all the work, giggling uncontrollably, and just seeing Shaunessy everyday. 

• I miss choir. Even though I'm pretty sure everyone hated me because I wasn't 100% choir and wasn't the happiest at 6:15am..I loved it. I loved hanging with Griffin and Gracie. We stuck together. They got me through Show choir. (I'm the best dancer..but they made it fun.) 

 

• I miss Virginia in general. Especially right now. I am really sad to be missing the trees changing and our backyard "curtain" opening. I miss getting excited about the 20% chance of snow and constantly refreshing fcps.edu to make sure school was canceled. 

There are probably a lot more things I'll think of later that I miss but as for now, there is my list.
It's hard to think that these things will never happen again. I'll never drive to Herndon High School the same way. It's just now hitting me. Really delayed reaction I guess. Anyways. High school is over and I'm sad that it is.

Craziness

Ok. I'm crazy. It's for real. 

I am considering double majoring. 

Which is ridiculous and everyone is thinking-crazy freshman with no clue what to do with her life.

But actually I have a pretty detailed plan of my life.  

(No judgement, this is my dream. You are not allowed to judge my dreams.)

Here is my plan:

I want to be a gym teacher at a high school. (Yup. You read that right.)

I want to coach Lacrosse at that same high school.

I want to be an athletic trainer at that same high school.

Then after a couple years be the Athletic Director at the high school.

I don't even think that is possible. 

I don't think you can coach and be an athletic trainer at the same time.

(On a side note this girl near me has this wayyyyy annoying laugh and I forgot my headphones so I have to bear it. Aghhhh someone shut her up!)

But yes. I'm crazy.

I want to double major in Athletic Training and Physical Education/Coaching K-12.

That would be approximately 140 credit hours.

Plus internships for both.

Plus my generals (about 120 hours)

(THIS GIRL NEEDS TO BE QUIET. OH MY WORD.)

But I'm thinking I could do it. I have always been a crazy busy person, and I like life that way. 

I feel so unproductive when I am not ridiculously busy.

I'd be in college forever but I mean honestly, I'm in no rush to be in the "real world."

I just can't choose between them. 

Athletic Training has prestige, and I find it all super interesting. 

I get excited when someone gets injured.  (Awful I know..)

I can even bear, dear I say take joy in, taping ankles in the name of healing even though I hate feet.

Physical Education/Coaching is something I've always wanted to do. 

I've always wanted to be a teacher. 

I dream of being that inspirational coach who makes miracles happen in the lives of children and teenagers. (a little dramatic I know..)

I just want my life to be like the inspirational sports movies.

Is that too much to ask?

To be a semi-prestigious athletic trainer and a inspirational, (good-looking) coach/teacher?

can you see it?? 

I think not. 

(This girl. I mean really, how funny can this guy be?)

But honestly. Double majoring is crazy right?

Things just work out..

I've thought a lot about this lately and I think it's something worth sharing..

Things just have a way of working out. 

No matter what it is life goes on. 

When you look back at the issue that seemed huge and unbearable at the time,

 as time went on it faded. 

And in all reality was nothing.

I'm a worrier. 

Some of my friends call me a preteen mom cause I look like I'm 14 and I worry. 

But lately I've gotten sick of worrying. 

I mean honestly, what good does it do?

NOTHING.

NO GOOD.

I'm trying to keep things in perspective. 

When I start to worry about something I'm trying to tell myself,

"This is not as big as you're making it. 

Time goes on. 

Life goes on. 

There are bigger and better things to worry about. 

Things just work out. 

They always do."

My mom has a quote on her desk that is perfect, 

"Everything will be ok in the end, 

if it's not ok, it isn't the end" 

If things aren't ok, then there is still time for things to change. 

Just keep hope for that. For the end of the trial or whatever. 

Things just have a way of working themselves out. 

But don't forget in the midst of your trials, 

be happy. 

I love people.

Can I just say I love people? 

Not all the time of course.

But every once in a while the human race surprises me.

And tonight, human race surprised me yet again.

Some people are just the best. 

Simply the best.

The very best.

To the kind soul that surprised me and made my night/week/month/year/life:

Thank you.

Thank you for being an extraordinary human being.

YOU, my dear friend,

are simply the best.

Zombie Week A.K.A the whole story of my teeth

So this week I have had kind of a Zombie Week. I just kind of went through the actions. Not really looking for happiness like I did last week. 

(Don't worry, I'm still happy. And next week will be better)

It didn't start out too great because I found out that I wont get my real fake teeth for another 3 weeks. 

I've waited 6+ years for those teeth. 

6+ years.

For those of you who don't know the story here it is:

I was born without 3 adult teeth. I had the baby teeth but as I got older they never came out on their own so they had to be pulled. So for a while I just had no teeth. Then after a while they had some fake ones made and attached to the wires of my braces. After my braces got removed I was given a retainer with fake teeth attached. I've had that same retainer ever since 6th grade. I can't even begin to count how many times it has been altered. I have had 2 attempts at bone implants to be able to get implants for all three teeth. But one side never took so I have to get a bridge. A bridge means they shave down the surrounding teeth and place a "bridge" there. My dentist thought it be best if I got veneers too with the surrounding teeth to make everything look uniform. After 6+ years of waiting at the end of my senior year I was promised I'd have my permanent teeth in before I left for college. 

Then I got accepted to Summer Term. 

But the doctors assured me it could still be done. 

Then we decided to do whitening. 

Which postponed things yet again.

(Which later turned out to be a waste since I'm getting veneers anyway..)

 But still I was assured it would happen before I left. 

Then my knee blew up. 

That had to come first. 

And since I was leaving for summer and I wouldn't be home for more then 2 weeks until Christmas I was told I'd have to wait until then. 

So we found a dentist in Utah who could do it for me so I wouldn't have to wait so long. Everything was planned and it would happen late September. 

Nope.

I drove all the way to Salt Lake (with my lovely sister, thank you Sara.) to be told my dentist at home had forgotten to send the parts and they couldn't do anything until they had them. 

So yet again, everything was postponed. 

Finally the day came where they would put in the temporaries and send all the models and what not to the labs to make my permanent teeth. 

I had an appointment scheduled for 4 weeks later, just enough time for the lab to finish.

Or so I thought..

I was called the week before my appointment (which was this week) and told the lab needed 3 more days to make the teeth. 

"Okay," I thought "I can wait 3 more days." 

No. 

The only available appointment they had was not until the end of the month 3 weeks later. 

So. There is my story. And right now I am stuck with, what I think, are giant, discolored, stupid temporary teeth yet again. Teeth that I can't even bite into a Subway sandwich with. I have to be super careful about what I eat so the temporaries don't fall off or crack. 

(Now wouldn't that be a sight.)

Some part of me wonders if this is what it's going to be like forever. 

Me and my stupid teeth. 

I bet a lot of people are thinking I am ungrateful and stupid for being so dramatic about this. 

But hey, it's my blog and this is where I get to be dramatic. 

Let's just say it's been a long 6+ years and I cannot wait until I have my own, permanent teeth.

I do have to say that I am extremely blessed and grateful that my parents are willing to do all this. A lot of time and money is going into this and I am in no way ungrateful. Frustrated and impatient, but not ungrateful.

Also. I debated for a long time if I should write a blog about this and even tell people. I have been pretty self-conscious about this for a while. I hate being known as the girl who can pop her teeth out. But. I decided most people probably already knew, and if they didn't I wanted them to understand why every time they see me my smile has changed. 

And I guess it is pretty cool I can take my teeth out. I do a mean hill billy routine. ;)

Yet Another New Outlook on Life

So tonight me and some friends of mine were talking and we decided we 

weren't taking full advantage of our opportunity here are college. 

We need to start taking more risks. 

(Don't worry mom, not crazy illegal risks, I'm done messing with the law) 

So we made a pact. 

Here it is:

So from now on we are not holding back because of what people might think, or because we are too scared, no matter the reason holding us back we aren't gonna let it anymore.

One of our mottos is HAIR GROWS. (Don't ask how we go there..)

No matter the situation, life goes on. It doesn't matter how awkward, uncomfortable, or odd the current situation might be, life goes on. It will be a good story to tell our kids. Either a really funny semi-embarrassing story, or actually one to really learn from and appreciate.

So. Here we go on this adventure. 

Don't worry, I'll keep you informed. :) 

Happy, Happy, Happy

Ok, so I have no idea why but I have been so happy this past week.

I think a big part of this is because I started up my "Reasons to be Happy" Journal.

After my knee blew up I was really unhappy. 

And after a while I got sick of being unhappy so I bought a little journal to carry around and write reasons why I was happy that day.

This really helped me to see that there are so many reasons to be happy.

Let me show you exceptionally days where I had lots to be happy about:

that date should be 4/6/11-my first entry

 If you are struggling to find happiness in your life, I highly encourage you to get a notebook like this one and write down the reasons you were happy each day. Even if it's only a couple things, at least you will see that the day wasn't as bad as you think. Soon you will start to see how blessed you are, and you will be happy. Which is what we all are striving for right?
To just be happy.  

I wish you much happiness. :)