End of my 4th season in Track

It's finally done. I think we have a couple more practices, but today was my last meet. KM vs. KW and it was a really good meet actually. Haha. I got kind of last in my events but I made a PR on the race that I got last in so that should be a good sign that God's saying "Don't give up! You tried your hardest and that's all that matters." And He's right. Track is literally something I will keep on doing until High School ends. I don't care if I'm good at it, or the fasted or the best, I just love doing what I do. The hurdles makes me feel so great, the running gives me energy, and the training is a great way to use my time.

I'm excited for three things...

• My birthday: WOOT WOOT! Gonna have like three parties haha.
• End of Sophomore Year: DUDE! Gonna chill during summmeerrrr.
• Beginning of Junior Year: HOLY SNAPZ! I'm about to be an IB Diploma Candidate. Dude, this is probably one of the most exciting things I've ever made a decision to. I don't care how bad people down it, all those who haven't done the Diploma are the oens whoa re all "OOH, you're going to die!" and etc. Well you know what? I'm different, and I know for sure my class is different to. I'm not doing Diploma to get the college credit, or to be with my friends. I'm doing the Diploma for three reasons; closer to school so I won't be outcasted, going to be way more prepared for college, and the International Baccalaurrette (Sp?) program is the top of the top advanced learning you can take in High School and I've never let down an opportunity like this ever since I quit the Gifted Program (totally one of my only regrets). I can't wait for all the things I'm going to learn, the study groups I'm going to have, the funny anxious feeling of exams, and the excited feeling I'll get when I get my scores. I can do it.

I can do it.

A Speech For You

I never knew what it was like to have an adult who wasn't related to me believe in me. To know that there are others out there who want to look out for me not because I'm their burden or responsibility but because they want to make me better at something they know in their heart I could do. From the middle age to the high age I've traveled and grown stronger, learning how to use my abilities to the fullest. Because they screamed my name, because you screamed my name, I was able to scream my name.
The world turns afoot under my feet when we run, hurdle, vault, jump, or throw. That distinct moment of rightness or wrong is what we feel, but what all of us feel at that second is faith; faith in ourselves. You as our mentors, teachers, wise adults have work hard every day to gather us together and pass on what you have learned in your life. I make stand to tell you simply that even if all of us tell you or know ourselves, we thank you.

Today was great. Had the Liberty HS Invite, and the GIRLS BEASTED! Got second in the whole meet unbelievably, and I GOT MY FIRST MEDAL! For ym 4 by 400 relay. Dang, I sprinted my first race that was a whole lap(400) and did pretty good. Above is just a jurisdiction to what I want to tell my coaches one day. They've done a lot for me and my team. All coaches around should be appreciated! Ahahaha, how hard do you think it is to manage teens on a daily basis depending on your patience level? Haha.
Anyways, had Key Club Mtg with James and Anthony, we talked about everything and preplanned this Wed, the Haiti Yard Sale, and the Installation Banquet. It's starting to be hard to focus on my serious life and my personal life, but I'll manage.

END OF THE QUARTER; THIS THURSDAY!

GNITE!

Day of Remembrance

I hit several realizations...

• Moment of Lucid Smiles; I served at the Annual Kiwanis Senior Breakfast 7am-10am today with the Key Clubbers. It was amazing. We set up all the tables and served the food. We even "performed" our Key Club cheer in front of all the seniors. I snuck out of the house this morning to go to this event because I forgot to tell my parents, and I didn't want to cancel on James E. Being scared out of my wits, my Mum called my at 9:30 screaming, screaming, screaming. Not because I left, but because I didn't wash the dishes. Interesting, right? Her exact words, "Why the hell did you forget to wash the d*** dishes? You care more about your devotiosn and promises to friends and school events verses your own family and house. Etc." Sighs. I shouldn't have shed any tears, but the truth in her words hurt emotionally.
  My thoughts; I'll keep that to myself.
• Moment of Athleticism; Had first basketball practice since a year ago. It felt great, but I confounded that it's just like Track, YOU NEED TO WORK GOOD FOR IT! Likewise, I think we had a rough beneficial start today. :D
  My thoughts; I'm anxious for the upcoming practices and the tournament itself.
• Moment of Boredom; Got home and took a nap for three hours. So woke up around 4:00. Took a shower and felt supremely bored. So I emailed a few teachers asking if I could do any extra research or be prepared for any upcoming assignments. And Fisher responded thank goodness haha. Worked on Reed's trigonometric derivations while watching TV for another three hours. AMAZING! Haha.
  My thoughts; I really want to get straight A's for this Semester. It's so close I could taste it. I just have 3 A-'s. They're all close to an A by like 1.4 off each A-. But the thing is I don't really care. Because I really just don't. My teachers are beginning to understand me that way. I told most of them all about it, except Coble and Roller. I love learning, that's why I've never really had straight A's because I didn't focus on the letter grade or percentage accuracy, but made sure that I whatever I turned in I knew exactly what I was turning in, and how I got to that way. I came with a recent realization last week that learning vs. the grade, I'd rather have the learning. The learning is more useful when I'm in college or the real world. I will of course explain that throughly to colleges when I meet the administrators.

Lately, all I can think about the future. Boeing gave me a secret way to keep myself organized. It's called the WIP/OnDeck/Hold List procedure. Haha. I'll explain that later on. I'm still not sure what I want to be when I grow up. I have the whole marriage, kids, time management thing already figured out. But the occupation is the only thing screwing up my plans because I'm still not sure what I want to be. And I'm scared. SO scared that I won't be able to figure it out all in time. I want to do something where I can make a mark on either history or be remembered somehwere.

Have you ever been with someone where you weren't with them? This can be defined in two ways. Where two people are together but netiher one of them know that each other's presence is present, or only one person knows of the other person's present. The second one is where the two people have a bond with one another but do not announce a title of the present attraction. This both has to do with presence and non-presence.
i.e. You are reading this blog right now, and I could be reading it too. Interesting, right?

Another matter of subject; the meaning of words. Why do people always say things, promise things, tell you things that they don't even keep to word? If they really wanted wanted to mean what they say, why don't they just do it? Instead of waiting around for others to tell them what they're doing right or wrong. Sighs. I've come across this circumstance many times in my life, and several times this week. Why do you promise me something and then either you break it or not fulfill it!?!?!? You make me wants to cry, obviously though... You already have that sense. You mean so much to me, why would I lie and not mean what I say?

I feel normal again. Haha. After my day of relaxation and boredom. Ahaha. Well on the phone with Deveon, blog another day.

Track.

At the starting line, the ubiquitous aroma of focus and determination mixes with the air. In the race, the only thoughts that could run through your mind is GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! The finish line if where the heart beats the fastest, perspiration at its highest, and your body's muscles just are screaming to keep going. Track is a sport of many skills and talents; running, sprinting, hurdling, long humping, high jumping, pole vaulting, shot putting, and long running. This sport is a sport world-wide spread sport. It is a many loved game and it is the sport of my life. Sports boost up confidence. They help you realize you can do other things in your life and use the best of your ability. Sports test your strength and dedication. It helps you keep in fit, face acception and rejection.


I first started Track in 7th grade. I was influenced and coaxed to join from my older cousin. She kept talking about how great it was and how much funny moments she had. Ahaha. So I thought "Hmm, why not?". At first it was BRUTALLL. My first practice was on a Friday. I still remember it. It was the day that I trained myself to stop complaining and learn how to pick up my legs. That weekend I was so sore, I wanted to decapitate my legs and travel on a wheelchair. How could would that be?:D After the first week, I almost wanted to quit. But then I watched all my friends participate in the first track meet. Of course, I was inelligible. I watched them raced, watched some lose, watched some win. It was fantastic! It was seriously life changing. No joke.

The day before my first track meet, I said to my coach, I am not good but I could be better, please help me. My first track meet I got 3rd place, 4th place, and a good score on my long jump! I was so proud of myself. And from then on, every track meet I've had I was always happy for me because I knew I worked hard, win or lose.

Everytime the Olympics is on, I watch, gape, and observe. I love track. I feel like it might be the only hobby of mine that I am good at. Hurdling is amazing. I swear, when I lift my leg up and my trail leg falls behind its as if I'm like prancing around. I know that might sound kind of corny, but that's really how I feel! First time I hurdles I fell and scraped my knees and elbows. You know what my hurdle coach said? "You're a true hurdler already. You got the scars to prove it!"


I love track. No competition with that sport. Running takes my breath away, literally. I had a hero once who felt the same way... She felt as strong about running as I did. More than how I felt actually. My dream was to be as fast as she was, and always be next to her racing the wind. But it's all good. Still today we're racing the wind, but it sometimes is too strong for the both of us. '