Miss Me?

It takes me a while to realize how much I really need something in my life. During these past few weeks, I've been thinking a lot about everything in general. (Being grounded seems to have that effect on me.) And oh, you have no idea how much I've truly missed writing on this. I also thought a lot about what I write on this blog, and from now on, I'm going to try and make it a bit more interesting. I mean, people are linking to me for a reason, they like what I write, and I like what I write, but it can only be so interesting when all I'm writing is fictional.

So, I thought a lot about the things that I do need to get by in life, other then like air and water and food and whatnot. And this is what I came up with;

I need writing. Whether it be blogging or simply on my typewriter or a spare piece of looseleaf, I need it. It's keeps me grounded if you catch my drift.

I need my friends. For the first week of extreme grounding, I just felt so left out from the main stream of things. To tell you the truth, I was also a bit afraid that they would become so accustomed to me not being around that they would learn to deal without me. (Oh, the horror!) So last Friday, when I was aloud out and to go to the movies, it was like a little piece of heaven. And then, the next night, when I lied and went out again, was even better! I just need to laugh, and love, and feel like a normal teenager.

I need to keep myself on track. I hate to say it, but while being grounded, my marks consistency improved. I actually brought both of my fails up to passes. Not great passes mind you, but passes none the less. I know that's good for me, and I know now that there will be times I'm going to have to sit things out because I'll need to sit down and focus on my schoolwork. At first, when mom was such a bitch about grounding me, no phone, no internet, no going out or anything, I was extremely resentful and wanted only to piss her off more. I thought if I continued to go down in my marks, she would see that what she was doing made no difference in me. But it wasn't worth it and it would have been only me that I was hurting in the long run.

I need family. This past Monday was my Aunt Lorraine's Funeral. She had a great life, lived it long and true and made such an impact on everyone. She was such a great character, always the optimist. After being told that she would never be able to walk again after a car accident, Aunt Lorraine amazed all doctors by taking a few feeble steps just hours after. Soon, she was good as new, besides the ever-persistent cancer. In the long run, it was a mix of that and the old-age that finally got her.

During the funeral, they played What A Wonderful World, and I couldn't help the tears that fell. That was her favorite song, and all I could picture in my head was Her, shining from ear to ear, at some dance club going "Let's dance! This is my favorite song!" The funeral was held on her birthday, and did we ever celebrate.

This was the first time I'd experienced a death in my family. It made me appreciate every little bit of them all. I actually didn't even mind going to go visit great-aunt Maud the other day, because, well, she needs me just as much as I need them all.

So, tomorrow being my fifteenth birthday, I think I'm almost turning over a new life. I know what I need in life, more than anything. My future-Career, My friends to help me along the way, My marks to get me there, and My Family to stand behind me 100%.

Here's to a new year of me. Thanks for riding along for the ride!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some Reggie's to attend to.

Fighting The Force

When did it become wrong to stand up for what you believed in? When did it become absurd to by loyal? When did it become fair to punish people for doing what they felt was right? When did it become good to not go through with your word?

As of today, I am suspended for two weeks because I partook in the walk-out. At ten to two, along with a few other students from my home room, I walked out of my math class and left the school building.

For weeks now, the teachers and everyone else have been standing up for what they believe in, but when it starts to hurt us, the students, then we need to do the same. Maybe work to rule is helping the teachers, but isn't their main focus as teachers to help us? Shouldn't it be the students that they care most about?

The whole lunch hour, all that anyone could talk about was how the whole school was going to walk out. I was in Athlete's World when me and n heard it on the radio and the cashier began asking us about it. Soon, everyone was talking about it too, so we figured we'd help spread the word a bit. By the time we all went into our fourth period classes, everyone was all, "Oh yeah, I'm walking out! For sure, yea!" But when the time came, no one wanted to make the first move. No one wanted to be the first to stand up for themselves. No one wanted to risk that they might get in trouble.

I left, and now, I face two weeks suspension and it will go on my permanent record. But all I have to say is this; No, I did not make a fool out of myself, I stood up for myself. And I showed that if I say I'm going to do something, that I'm going to do it. Maybe you should all try it sometime, maybe you should all try standing up for yourself.