People One Comes to Admire Dont Always First Seem Likeable.

The first day of school can be a nerve racking experience. Not only are we worried about how we look or what everyone else may be wearing, but we also may be nervous about meeting our new teachers for the first time. High school may be the best years of your life, or it could be the worst. But through thick and thin, we learn to experience new adventures and learn from them.
My sophomore year of high school was great! My teachers were incredible advisors, the upperclassmen gave me great advice, and I had an amazing group of friends. The year flashed before my eyes and now, I was officially a junior. I couldn’t believe how fast my high school career was going by. The summer quickly went by, and soon I was starting school once again. Because I was now entering my third year of high school, I wasn’t very nervous, unlike the younger class. I knew the majority of the student body and the faculty and staff. As I stepped into the hustle and bustle of the narrow hallways, I knew I was right at home. My first couple of classes were exciting. I got to hear about everyone’s relaxing summer, and it was just great to see some of the people I haven’t seen in months! My day zoomed by, and I finally made it to my last class of the day. I was a little puzzled because I have never seen this teacher on campus before. Mrs. Goldmire was a middle-aged woman with very beautiful strawberry-blonde hair that sat on her narrow shoulders. Her makeup was caked perfectly onto her oval-shaped face. She had stunning blue eyes, but she had a very cold stare. She smiled often, but it was not a genuine smile. While going over her classroom rules, I knew that I would hate this class. She was a very serious person who would not tolerate any nonsense.

As the weeks went by, we started getting into the rhythm of school once again. Mrs. Goldmire began teaching us a new language with a personality of its own: Trigonometry. With a good teacher, math is not very difficult. Mrs. Goldmire was the exact definition of a horrible teacher! When she taught a new chapter, she didn’t fully explain the concept, she rolled her eyes when we didn’t understand her, and she was incredibly rude when we asked questions. I grew frustrated, and each day I dreaded going to class. One day, I couldn’t take it any longer, so I refused to pay attention altogether.

As time went by, I decided that I couldn’t get into the college of my choice if I kept this up, so I started paying attention. I walked into class and gave her my undivided attention. That very day, she announced to the class that we’d be having a pop quiz. My heart was overwhelmed with agony. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t know how to react. She slowly walked down the aisles and handed us the dreaded quiz. For a long minute or two, I sat and stared at the piece of paper. Out of panic, my eyes slowly wandered to my neighbor’s paper. I drew the exact same sine and cosine graph as the person next to me. I hurried to the turn-in box and took my seat. As I sat down in my desk, I promised myself I’d truly work harder from then on.

After class, many of my peers were talking about the quiz we had just taken. I soon realized we all had different versions of the quiz! I panicked. All I could picture was my teacher’s expression when she graded my paper. She would know I cheated, and I’d always be seen as a cheater for the rest of the school year. I only had one option: to tell her the truth. In my gut, I just knew she would yell at me and give me a zero. I slowly walked to her classroom and knocked on the door. I walked inside and told her everything. She just looked at me with that menacing stare. I knew this was a bad idea! After I quit talking, there was a moment of silence. She was probably thinking of a way to fail me.
After a moment, she said, “Diana, it’s okay.”
Wait a minute, what did she just say? That was definitely a big shock! She continued, “No one is perfect and I’m really proud to see that you had the courage to come up and tell me the truth. You can come Monday and re-take it. This will just be between you and me okay?”
And then, she smiled. She actually smiled! In that very moment, I realized something. No matter how someone may seem on the outside, everyone has a warm heart on the inside. That day, Mrs. Goldmire showed be her soft side. To this day, I truly admire her as a teacher and mentor, and I am still extremely close to her.

Throughout my years in high school, I learned to mature and grow. One of the main lessons I have learned is to never judge a book by its cover. First impressions are definitely important, but that very impression can change over time. I’ve learned to become less judgmental, because it may alter your relationships with others.

Annah Bivins was the Barbie doll figure in my high school. If you googled “Barbie” on the web, her picture would be there! She won everything, whether it was pageants, class office, she always had an upperclassmen boyfriend, and she had the coolest group of friends. I personally didn’t know her, but we exchanged the occasional “hello”. She seemed so insincere. Everything she said was dramatized, and I could never tell if she was being genuine or not. As the years went by, we had some of the same classes, and we started hanging around the same group of people.
During the summer of junior year, a large group of friends decided to go to Annah’s summer beach house. We were all extremely excited. There were going to be no parents to tell us what to do, no curfew, and we could do whatever we wished. On the last night of out visit, everyone sat on the beach to watch the sunset.
After the sun had gone, people started to get up and walk towards the house. I decided to stay out a bit longer to get some peace and quiet. Sonya was the only other person on the beach. The weather was perfect. You could hear the crashing of the waves, and it was a cloudless night with every single shining star showing. The sand felt soft and warm against my skin; I was so relaxed. We didn’t have much to say to one another, so we just sat there.
After a while, her voice broke the silence. She said, “Diana, why don’t you like me?”
I was taken by surprise because I’ve never really told anyone how I really felt. I thought about acting clueless, but I decided against it. “Umm, I don’t know,” was all I could muster. I was never good with confrontation. “I guess it’s because I can never tell if you’re ever being sincere when you talk to me.”
Annah stayed quiet for a bit, but finally she said, “My older brother past away when I was twelve from leukemia. He was my best friend and like a guardian. My parents were never there for me, and I don’t have many close friends. I guess I wanted to seem perfect so that people didn’t know I was hurting. He was all I had…”
I was speechless. I thought Sonya was the definition of perfect. I never expected in a million years that she would have the same kind of problems as I did. She was just a normal teenager trying to fit in, and I’ve been judging her this whole time.
That night, we stayed on the beach until sunrise. We talked about anything and everything. That night changed our relationship, and Annah taught me to never judge someone until you truly know who they are. Today, Annah is my best friend and the first impression I had of her is completely erased from my memory.



Still working on conclusion...
I'm trying to perfect my concluion, because in an example essay, the conlcusion is the most important part. Soooo will update again in a little bit.

Septemeber 30

It's been a hectic and tiring week..

I'm one of those people who stress about the smallest things. School is pretty much killing me, and the SATs are next Saturday. It's really bad timing.. because the night before the SATs is the homecoming game.. Truthfully, if I wasn't on homecoming court, I don't think I would go to the game. I'm really stressed out about getting a dress. I didn't go to the junior/senior prom last year, so I'm pretty clueless about getting a dress. I dont know where to go or what color I should get.. or hair/makeup. Am i supposed to get my nails done??
I went to Dillards at the new mall.. and all of their dresses were extremely short.. my mom says not to get a short dress because my legs aren't my finest point... lol

and about the SATs....
i took a SAT course during the summer and it was a 5 hr long class... it was pretty horrible.. I had to get there my 9am and we would work til 12 pm. Lunch was from 12pm-1pm, and then we'd have another session from 1pm-3pm.. it was like school!
We usually have the math portion on Tuesdays and Thursdays and the reading portion on Mondays and Wednesdays, but they couldn't find the right teacher for the reading portion. So, now it was Math every..single... day!
I dreaded going because I was so tired, and I just wanted to spend my summer relaxing! But in the end, it really brought my scores up, but I wish I would've continued to study.. but of course, I didn't. It really is hard to study for the SATs because you have to have so much time to take the test..
I really want to get into GT, but we'll see after this SAT.

College English 1101 is a little harder than I expected it to be. Being in a class with the top students, that write really well intimidates me. I wish I was a strong writer, but I definitely know that won't happen in a short matter of time. Hopefully by the end of the semester, I'll become a better writer.
Hope everyone else is having a wonderful week!

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This week has actually been going by pretty fast, but I'm sure it's only because we had Monday off. Btw, I hope everyones had a great weekend! I didn't really do much, besides a little 'get together' at Nicole's house. My parents went to South Carolina.. or was it North? haha I was all alone Monday. I really wanted to catch up on some school work, and study for the upcoming SATs but unfortunately, that didn't work out as planned. Like i said, i've seriously been slacking! ahhhhhhh SENIORITIS!!

My week has been good, but i've been kind of sick.. Is it SWINE??? haha nahh.. I'm pretty sure it's not. I feel pretty horrible, but if i can force myself to go to school, then i'm sure it's not a serious case of the flu. I tend to over-exaggerate because I never really get sick..

First period is pretty laid back, which i love! But, there is a lot of 'outside of class' work. We're writing our first paper, which has to be a descriptive essay. You know, i'm REALLY a hooooorrrrrriiiibbbblllleeee writer (i'm not over-exaggerating this time!). Procrastinating doesn't help my writing either.. so Diana's horrible skills of writing+procrastination= SUCKY PAPER.. which is gonna be a big fat 'F'.

I'm really nervous about posting my rough draft on here.. I know we're supposed to, but I don't want people to actaully read it... hahaha
I mean, I'm not saying that i'm afraid... it's just that i'm not really proud of what I wrote..AND, it doesnt really help that i'm in a class with A LOT of awsome writers.. SHEESH. haha

Oh! and senior re-takes are this Saturday.. and my senior pictures look HORRIBLE. BUT, guess what??? I can't make it..because i'm going to a wedding... how awesome is that. lol It's okay though.. it's JUST a picture right (that everyones gonna see and remember for the rest of their lives)? lol..

So, idk when the bells gonna ring.. but, i have Spanish hw to finish up so i guess this is all for now. Hope everyone has/had a spectacular day!!! TGIF (: (: (:

Rough Draft. (STILL IN WORKING PROCESS...)

The wonderful world of dating has never been new to anyone. Everywhere we go, there seems to be more and more lovey dovey couples, showing their affection for one another. I’m sure every teenage girl has asked her mother for relationship advice or maybe even asked what her love life was like long ago. I’m almost positive the way you’re your parents dated and the way you date today are totally different. There have been many changes in the way people date from past years; whether it’s the way we talk to one another, or how we may act towards one another.
Back in the nineteen nineties, men were always seen as the dominant figure. Even in movies that we watch, men were always at the head of the dinner table, they came up with the household rules, and they always asked the girl out on dates; always. Girls were viewed as the lady-like figure who were never disrespectful, and flirted by giggling and by twirling their hair on one finger. Going out on dates, men would always open up the car door and help her in. He’d take her out on a nice dinner date and pull out her chair. He might also take her somewhere incredibly romantic, such as viewing the millions of stars on that particular cloudless night. Have men become less chivalrous today?
In the twenty first century, much has changed. Though males may still seem like that dominant, chivalrous character, women have started play a much larger role. No longer do women sit around waiting for that special someone to call first. I believe technology has definitely played a large part in this sudden boldness from these women. For example, it is much easier to get rejected via text than through phone calls or in person. Not only has this new era of texting helped bring out courage from women, but it has also formed a new ay of communication. Texting has become such a huge fad! Everywhere you go, you see people texting of all ages. Parents texting their children, children texting their friends, employees texting their boss; the lost goes on! Nowadays, very few people communicate through the phone because it’s easier to confront others without having to hear the tone of their voice. As technology increases, the world of dating also changes.
Many teens have started using cyberspace to communicate to friends, but strangers too. This may be the cause of extremely young teens having a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’. Back in the nineties, young teens being in a relationship were unheard of! Back then, parents were very protective and because society was not as technologically advanced, it was harder for young teens to speak with strangers. This may explain so much of the age gaps in relationships in the twenty first century. Many people today act like dating is some kind of race! They take everything so fast, which differs much from the twentieth century.
Change is a way of life. In every future, there are always going to be changes, and I honestly believe that dating may change once again in the next 10 years. Living in a very modern society today, as our technology increases, if effects everything in our life. The next time you’re answering questions about your dating life, it may be questions from your very own daughter seeking advice!

Today..

Today went surprisingly well! I mean.. school wasn't INCREDIBLE or anything, but it was a pretty good day. I think that i'm in a rush to get high school over with, but only because graduation day seems so far away. Once the school year draws to a close, I definitely think i'm not gonna wanna leave (as weird as that may sound). I'm gonna miss the carefree ways of my young years (haha!). As I start to think about the future, I get scared and anxious. Once college is over, it's the REAL WORLD! aka.. bills, jobs, kids.. etc! WHOA. That's pretty scary.

I'm gonna miss hanging out with these jones county people.. I'm probably not going to see some of these people ever again.. and that's pretty scary, since i've known them all my life. However, i'm definitely ready for college! I'm so excited to meet new people (who aren't country HAHA), and sometimes, I feel like high school is so.. idk the exact word to describe high school. I think it's hard to be independent in high school because everyone is constantly judging you. There are TOO MANY cliques and too much immaturity. Some people enjoy contstant drama, and that's why i'm so excited to start in a new, fresh environment (not saying that my life is filled with drama, because trust me it's not! haha)

Sometimes (okay, a lot of the time) I tend to complain. Dont get me wrong! I mean, I really am grateful for everything I have, but I guess i'm just the type of person that doesn't know what the have until it's gone. Like when i cheered for competition cheer, I'd ALWAYS have some kind of injury! One week it might be my arm, and the next week it might by a jammed toe or finger, or my knee.. and, I was just so ungrateful for the health of my body when I was okay. I'd think to myself, "if only my knee was better! I could tumble better." blah blah.. so now, I'm definitely working on being grateful for the things that I have.. like my health, a great family, great friends, and an education (even though i always complain about how much i hate school).

I tend to go on about meaningless things.. but, it's fun! (; you know, blogging is actually really fun.. haha

Today... was a block day. I"m surprised to say, that I like it! When my friends from other schools would tell me they go by block scheduling, I would tell them how much i would hate it! I guess you can't judge a book by its cover huh?

So, I guess that's all for today.. hope everyone else has had an amazing day! God bless~~~

First Post.

wow.. it's crazy how much we all rely on technology. I seriously do NOT know how people survived long ago... haha

So, this is my very first post. I'm kinda sorta excited to start blogging, and to start reading what my other classmates have to say. I've never really blogged.. ever.. unless you count xanga when that was a huge fad back in the day. I don't write much.. however, i do have quite a large stack of journals in my room. I started writing in journals since... elementary school. It was just a way to vent (well, not really in elementary school) and I could write down my feelings freely without having to worry about my secrets getting around. I wrote daily, but as I grew older, I no long started writing as often. I love that my college english teacher advised us to blog. I think that it'll help me in my writing, (i'm DEFINITELY NOT a strong writer. It just doesn't come natural to me.) and I'm so excited it does not have to be formal.

I'm definitely not the greatest writer in the world, and honestly, I haven't really worked to get better. I've never enjoyed writing formal essays, because i feel so forced. However, i LOVE writing... just to write; to vent, to talk about my day, or just to communicate with friends (probably why i am totally obsessed with facebook haha..)

But anyways, i'm definitely looking forward to my senior year! I'm pretty darn nervous about college apps.. and SATs in October. I feel like my parents are putting a lot of pressure on me.. I just want 1st semester to get over with already!! Well, I guess that's all for today~ hope everyone has had a wonderful day! (: (: