Big Bully

History seems to have this undying hatred for young innocent children that have to study it. It fills your mind with thousands of facts and dates that you absolutely can not forget or risk failing the class. I think that History hates itself more than anyone else. It sits in it's own way, festering with grief, and like an angry pregnant woman can't do anything but just sit. History is stuck in the past, while Science, English, and Math are always moving ahead. No wonder History is so highly disliked. It's like a bully that waits for you in the hallways, readying its position so it can pounce on your weak bones. The fist balled up, pulled behind it's head and ready to slam into your face, never giving you a chance to even breath. History has problems, the world has problems and History is stuck in the past with these problems. The only way that history ever moves forward is when something big happens and it's pages are written on once again. Why live in the past, yeah its good to know where you come from, but that is old news. You need to figure out where you're going if you've lived that past and already know where you've been.

Maybe History is the greatest thing in the world for some, but for me...History is just a big bully. 

First Impressions

I stand in the back of the crowd and see him in the distance. He stands there with such pride and confidence and it makes me want to move my feet and float over to where he stands. When I think of this the previous occurrence holds me back...

Getting out of the small green Honda accord, I look down at my black and dirty converse. 'I should have cleaned these' I think to myself, but who's is there to impress? Getting out and carrying the birthday present and card in my hands, I am met by a round old lady with long black hair and a bright pink blouse. She greets me with a hug and puts her hand on my back and walks me towards the back yard where the party is being held. She says she wants me to "meet someone", but the only people that I see are either young children or adults in their late 40's and older. My mind goes into full on adult mode as I brace myself for an awkward and boring conversation with some adult. Walking up she calls his name and he turns around, and I notice his face is young like mine. The back of my mind said not to jump to conclusions, that his wife and or children are probably around here somewhere. He walks up about a foot right in front of me and looks down into my eyes and puts his hand in front of me. Putting my hand opposite to his, we shook hands and I noted to myself how soft his hands were. Being the awkward person that I am though, went in for a strong hand shake rather than a weak and feminine one. Once i realized this was a guy...my age...and he had been wanting to meet me. I was being set up, and this is my first impression? Give him a "manly" handshake. My eyes drifted down towards the ground and my face grew red before the hand shake had ended, but I glanced back looking for disappointment. Looking back I only saw a look of shock and utter brilliance flashing across his big blue eyes. He smiled and kept looking at me in those few seconds of shaking hands that felt like an eternity to myself.
 After meeting "the guy", I felt all chances of knowing him had been thrown out the window because of my hand shake. The thoughts of how he must have believed me to be something I wasn't kept flashing across my mind. Going inside of the small house, I sat beside the birthday girl. She warned me of being introduced and expected to join the family, and I told her about my experience. Her salt and pepper hair bobbed up and down and her eyes crinkled at the edges as her eyes watered and sparkled with her laughter echoing all around. I smiled, her laugh was always contagious and filled with youthfulness and love. She shook her head and looked at me again as the introducer walked in.
 After the food and games had started, I kept my eye on him. He ate and once the men were done they all got together to finish their game. He had started, but for some reason he dropped out and kept standing close to where I sat. My mind went to the wondering of if he wanted to talk to me. I wanted to talk to him too, so I walked over to where he was. Looking back down at my shoes I realized that beside me were shoes just as dirty as mine. I looked up and he was there beside me smiling. I smiled back, but the distraction of fireflies were too much for the young children to resist. They pulled us separate and we chased fireflies all around the yard. When I held a purple "bug house" in my hands he walked up carrying an tiny worm. He wanted to put it in the bug house along with the lightening bugs, but as he beat his hand against the little plastic container the worm held on for dear life. He seemed frustrated by this. His brows furrowed and he focused on the little worm, and began hitting his hand on the container again. My pulse fastened as I realized what I would have to do. Fearful of looking up at him, I kept my gaze on his hand and reached up towards his fingers. He began pulling back, but caught my drift, and put his hand back in my reach. Gently I put my thumb and my index finger between the worm and plucked him off. Putting the little green worm on the surface of the container, I looked back up at him and he looked at me. We smiled for a second. Then I turned away shyly and smiled to myself as I walked away.
 Maybe first impressions weren't so important after all...at least not the ones that you thought mattered in your mind.

Back and School talk

Wow, it's been a while since I've posted anything on here. How is everyone doing? Well I hope. There is so much that has been going on since I've been gone. I'm learning how to create more correct sentences and paragraphs in writing. I don't know if you can tell, it's still new. I've miss you all though. I didn't think I would be gone this long, but it has been a long time.

 History has been a major pain still, but English is still the top. English has been teaching me how to write memoirs, essays, and reviews. When you're growing up and being taught in elementary school it seems almost insane to think that maybe one day you would have to write a complete sentence in correct punctuation, spelling, and a certain pattern for your paragraph. I don't think that elementary and high school really actually get you ready for anything, but then again those years get you to learn how to read, write, and other things that is very important to know for basic skills. History and Science are almost the same, but you just go into more detail and have to retain more things to remember for exams and finals. Then with math you add the alphabet and all sorts of other things. Okay so, a personal recommendation, if you're having trouble with math or anything like (no matter what difficulty) you can go to a great place called khan academy (http://khanacademy.org/) and it's very awesome. I was actually watching Good Morning America I believe it was, or one of those morning shows, and they were interviewing the man that created that program.

 With being an new student, I've pretty much learned the basics on the college I guess...(if you can say that even). I know where the class is, and I know where the parking lot is. That's pretty much it. Sad really, but I know I'll learn more about our great campus. I have a feeling that one of my required classes is going to be about our great campus and possibly the history of it. (exasperated sigh) On the bright side, I got the book on that class for free! I actually had that class as one for this summer, but I dropped out because it would have been way out of the way. Gas prices are not my friend right now, nor anyone else's, so we're at a stand still when it comes to going out of the way for whatever (driving wise).

 I'm wondering, how many times can a person really change their major? I haven't even started but yet I feel like what I'm going into might be wrong. I want to give it a try, because you should never just assume you're going to have a lousy time/ not do a good job before it even starts. You just have to go and do what you can, and I have "people" so if I need to drop out I still can. The process of getting into a major is kind of a pain though. Why must there be so much paper work? Gosh. Well, college is...college I guess. No matter where you go, only the rules are applied differently I guess? I've only really been to one college so I'm pretty much just assuming. Well, English class calls so I will need to be going here very soon. I hope to be back again soon, History has been keeping me busy though. I swear, my classes are like deprived children. If I spend too much attention on History, then English gets behind or becomes a pain to deal with and etc. Even with just two classes I'm feeling a bit stressed, so I can't EVEN imagine having about four classes at once (but it will be over a 16 week period and not 10).

Hope everyone has a wonderful rest of the week, and I hope to be back soon! Catch ya on the flip side.