Redefinition Underwater-town

// I’m Still Here.//

*Originally Posted 2 Years Ago*

I been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me,

Looks like between ‘em They done tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’— But I don’t care! I’m still here!

-Langston Hughes

The other day, a guy came to speak to my school.I thought it was just going to be another assembly, a way to get out of class. I thought wrong. This poem was the basis of the presentation. Basically, he talked about really knowing people. If you really knew someone, would you treat them the same? We take all the people around us for granted, and if we just took the time to say hi to the kid sitting alone, or flash a smile to that one kid who just doesn’t talk, would it make a difference? It’s not the soils answer of this question that matter, the yes or no, but the fact that maybe, just maybe it could. Another thing that really impacted me was when he said, “do what you need to do, not what you’re suppose to do.” example: you’re suppose to notice anyone when you walk through the halls, but what you really need to do is smile, or say hi, or notice the people around you. Don’t take them for granted. Don’t let anyone be invisible, it could save their life.

I close my eyes, and I see a better day,

-CH

// Self Confidence//

*Originally Posted 2 Years Ago*

Without confidence, we are nothing. To have self confidence is to believe in yourself no matter what the odds. In my life, you need confidence. To take the open shot, not being afraid to miss. To speak up in class when everyone is saying a different answer. To step up and ask for something, instead of waiting for it to come to you. Yes, even walking tall through the halls. All of these are confidence. People are attracted to it, and a woman’s best accessory is her confidence. Realize that the body is the competitor, but the mind is the means to do it. Believe in yourself and you will go far. Ha ha, I sound like a motivational speaker, but seriously, confidence is important. As is our confidence, so is our capacity.

Life’s a garden, so dig it,

-CH

// Normal?//

*Originally Posted 2 Years Ago*

Who wants to be normal? Now if people actually read this, half of them would be like, is that even a question? Yes, it is a question, imaginary bloggers. The only thing normal about us is the air we breathe. If you really are “normal” then wouldn’t that be considered weird? Everyone is different, and if you’re the same, that’s weird. Whenever someone tries to tell me I’m weird, I simply reply, if I was normal, I wouldn’t have any friends. Actually, that’s probably the story of my life right there. Being different gets you places, it gets you noticed. I’m not sure about you, but I’d rather pop than fade in the background.

Normal is just a setting on your dryer,

-CH

// Freinds//

*Posted 2 Years Ago*

The friend situation is sort of tricky when there’s only 800 kids in your high school. Chances are, there’s no one that thinks exactly like you. Still, you manage to make friends and be happy. In my case, I have a few friends, which is enough for me. If I had any more, I don’t think I’d be able to keep up. We get in little arguments sometimes, but 10 minutes later it’s completely forgotten about. My dad tells me that I need to branch out more, but I think he’s just saying I need more friends that are girls (as of now, I only have one I’m with on a daily basis). Gotta love overprotection. Anyway, I guess I’m going to have to put something with meaning in this.. No one wants to read just about someone’s life, of anyone even reads this. So bottom line is, be happy with your friends because you never know where life is going to take you next.

Ups and downs are all part of the ride,

-CH

// Steady Incline//

Recently, I’ve been hearing people complain about this “uphill” battle that is life. I can dig it. Sometimes, your metaphorical legs get tired and you wonder when this break comes. Personally, its my second semester of my senior year of high school, so I can see why I’m hearing this a lot. It’s agitating when you’re about to reach this milestone, and you feel all your work is done, yet you’re still being assigned more work. The first thought is that this is stupid, unnecessary, and simply a way for teachers to act like their jobs. Then, I took a step back. Maybe these last few months have felt like a steeper and steeper incline to all of us is because we are no where near the top. Of course! Why do we settle for such minor accomplishments, compared to where we could be heading? I’m not saying that graduating high school isn’t a big deal, especially for the person who is the first in their family to graduate, or maybe from a not-so-great home life, but hear me out. There is not one place in this world where an incline is constant, you eventually reach a peak. The same goes with life, things sometimes get harder and harder, but the longer that steady incline you’re facing continues just means that your peak will be higher, and if you’re lucky, there is a long plateau ahead. Hell, sometimes the best part of reaching that peak is the way up anyway.

Enjoy the Ride,

-CH

// There has to be something more.//

I don’t understand. I don’t understand why degrees hold a higher importance to the job market than knowledge does. I don’t get why grades hold a higher importance than learning in the eyes of my teachers, peers, and colleges. However, there are a few things I understand too. I understand that my generation is one of the most stressed out generations to ever be. I understand that there is an immense amount of pressure on me and everyone around me to succeed, whatever that really means, and I completely understand that many of our parents are willing to pay a quarter of a million dollars over 4-8 years to ensure that this stress means something… I enjoy learning, but I do not enjoy school. I enjoy being knowledgeable, but I do not enjoy seeing everyone I know under so much pressure, and I can only hope that somewhere out there, there is more to life than a $250,000 piece of paper.

// Extra-Ordinary//

I swear to god, from the second we get out of the womb, we are trained to be normal. Ordinary, like that is some kind of thing to strive for. From kindergarten when we are told to pick out the thing that is not like the others, to middle school, when no matter how hard we try, normal is all we want to be anyway. Finally, in high school, when you are told what grades are normal, what emotions are normal, what thoughts are normal, as if society can control those things. Before long, it turns into striving to make our actions, our dreams and ambitions, that nasty state of being. Why would anyone want to be normal? Why in the hell… would anyone want to be ordinary? Why can’t we strive to be special, extraordinary? I guess I found this out a little to late, but normal is never the destination, just a place we pass by on the way to becoming spectacular, individual human beings, capable of doing anything and everything possible. If you can think it, you can be it.

The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is the little extra.

-CH

Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.
John Lennon (via caseyhalle22)

// Caahhllage//

And so it goes.. the application process for college. We spend 4 years of our life in high school, learning things like calculus, world history, and chemistry, and all this information that we are suppose to use in college, but then we are never taught how to actually get in to college. Like honestly WHAT THE FUCK IS A COMMON APP? Also, how are we suppose to write an essay that could possibly hold the key to our future in it? Why is this so much work? Like how about colleges just tell us if they need us, and then we can be like yeah sure why not, or nah bro not my style.. I like that idea a hell of a lot more.

// The Great Gatsby//

Looks like my most thoughtful moments of the day happen in English.

Today, we were reviewing and discussing The Great Gatsby. Specifically, the part where Jay Gatsby sees Daisy as a gilded version of her old self rather than the girl she is today. Really, they’re both blissfully ignorant. 

This brings me to the topic of our past. Its something I really try not to dwell on, specifically for what happens to Daisy and Jay in the novel. There isn’t really a true way to look into your past. You take the good times and make them great, and you take the bad times and make them suck. Then, when you try to re-experience it, it isn’t like you thought it was. Nostalgia can be a great thing, but you need to be careful. You could end up in the delusions similar to Daisy and Jay. 

Life's sho' funny