This quarter I am taking a Photography class. It is all film photography, meaning that every picture we take we have to develop in the dark room. This has it's up and downs. I LOVE developed pictures, and film cameras, much more than digital. I think you can really see them that way. But, you don't always get the perfect shot. You're not as accurate with a film camera, because you can't take 14 pictures of the same thing. Film is to expensive to waste.
But so far, I am really enjoying the class. We built our own cameras, called pinhole cameras, and started taking pictures with them today. We're going to develop them tomorrow, and if I can get it scanned, I will share with you, my faithful readers. :)
I am also involved with our school drama club, and our play this year is Harvey. For those of you with a few more years than me, you may remember the movie? Or have seen it? I'm really not sure, I've just heard about it. I am playing Betty. We have our read through this afternoon, so I'll know a bit more then.
The plot is really interesting, actually. It's about a man named Elwood and his giant imaginary bunny. A comedy written in the 30's, I think it will be a lot of fun.
Yes, The Boy is involved. :)
I didn't quite realize how much I missed school until I had come back.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Nostalgic
Today, I'm feeling nostalgic. Please forgive my reminiscent ramblings.
Let's start, as I'm sure the tears will soon, with the fact that next week I will be a junior. In HIGHSCHOOL. My schooling career, in just a few short years, will come to an end. I will be thrown out into the real world. And while this doesn't scare me, per se, it does make me sad. Being a kid, a teen, is so safe, so easy. Life is hard. Where did the years go? Where did the safety, the security go? I somehow went from thinking about playing outside and wanting something sweet to eat to scholarships and ACTs and where I want to go to college. I went from wanting a pretty dress to wear on Sunday to church to wondering what in the WORLD I am going to wear to homecoming. From dolls and stuffed animals to boys and dates on Friday nights.
I mean, seriously. Wasn't it just yesterday that we started middle school? Walked into the gym on the first day, scared out of our wits, young and innocent and not ready for what the next three years was going to show us? And then, just like that, those years were past. Three years, here and gone, almost like they had never happened in the first place.
Then comes highschool, the biggest culture shock any of us have ever experienced. Whatever it was we were expecting the beginning of freshman year, it wasn't that. But, all too soon that was gone, as was sophomore year. All of the sudden, I'm looking Junior year down the throat, not ready to step forward. Yes, I will be returning to public school this year**. No, it's not because of Taylor. Yes, I am excited. But I'm scared as well. This is a big step. I am now, officially, an upperclassman. Which is probably the scariest thought I've ever had in my entire life.
Guys. I'm getting old.
I'm also amazed at the amazing ability time has to slip away from us for other reasons as well. Like the fact that The Boy and I have been together for over three months. It just doesn't seem possible that we've been together that long! Wasn't it just a week or so ago that we tried out for that play? That wasn't that long ago, was it?
My mom, actually, reacted the same way. I mentioned the other day that we had our three months this past weekend. She just looked at me, a confused look on her face.
"Three months of what?"
"Since we've been dating..."
"Has it really been three months!?"
I just nodded, the look on her face now incredulous.
It just doesn't seem possible, but then again, it does. He fits so well into my life, I feel like he's been there forever. Our lives just kind of meshed, like two cogs in a machine. And really, that's the way it should be.
(Anyone who knows me off the internet and reads this: DO NOT TELL ANYONE. I'm attempting to surprise a certain family from our church who made fun of me mercilessly for "dropping out of school". So, if we could keep this on the down low, that would be great. Thanks.)
Let's start, as I'm sure the tears will soon, with the fact that next week I will be a junior. In HIGHSCHOOL. My schooling career, in just a few short years, will come to an end. I will be thrown out into the real world. And while this doesn't scare me, per se, it does make me sad. Being a kid, a teen, is so safe, so easy. Life is hard. Where did the years go? Where did the safety, the security go? I somehow went from thinking about playing outside and wanting something sweet to eat to scholarships and ACTs and where I want to go to college. I went from wanting a pretty dress to wear on Sunday to church to wondering what in the WORLD I am going to wear to homecoming. From dolls and stuffed animals to boys and dates on Friday nights.
I mean, seriously. Wasn't it just yesterday that we started middle school? Walked into the gym on the first day, scared out of our wits, young and innocent and not ready for what the next three years was going to show us? And then, just like that, those years were past. Three years, here and gone, almost like they had never happened in the first place.
Then comes highschool, the biggest culture shock any of us have ever experienced. Whatever it was we were expecting the beginning of freshman year, it wasn't that. But, all too soon that was gone, as was sophomore year. All of the sudden, I'm looking Junior year down the throat, not ready to step forward. Yes, I will be returning to public school this year**. No, it's not because of Taylor. Yes, I am excited. But I'm scared as well. This is a big step. I am now, officially, an upperclassman. Which is probably the scariest thought I've ever had in my entire life.
Guys. I'm getting old.
I'm also amazed at the amazing ability time has to slip away from us for other reasons as well. Like the fact that The Boy and I have been together for over three months. It just doesn't seem possible that we've been together that long! Wasn't it just a week or so ago that we tried out for that play? That wasn't that long ago, was it?
My mom, actually, reacted the same way. I mentioned the other day that we had our three months this past weekend. She just looked at me, a confused look on her face.
"Three months of what?"
"Since we've been dating..."
"Has it really been three months!?"
I just nodded, the look on her face now incredulous.
It just doesn't seem possible, but then again, it does. He fits so well into my life, I feel like he's been there forever. Our lives just kind of meshed, like two cogs in a machine. And really, that's the way it should be.
(Anyone who knows me off the internet and reads this: DO NOT TELL ANYONE. I'm attempting to surprise a certain family from our church who made fun of me mercilessly for "dropping out of school". So, if we could keep this on the down low, that would be great. Thanks.)
Friday, July 31, 2009
Here's to me!
I have a very, very hard time saying good things about myself. Even when I do recognize them, I can't say them. I don't take compliments very well either. Not to say I'm rude, but when someone does compliment me, I smile and say thank you and go on, internally rolling my eyes and wishing whatever had been said is true.
That being said, I made a list. Teetee, the writer of one of my favorite blogs, asked her readers to make a list of 10 things they liked about themselves, to be posted on her blog. I put it off for the longest time, but I now have decided to do it.
Everyone needs a little self esteem boost every once in a while, right?
So here it is. The ten things I love about myself, in no particular order.
1) I love my sign language vocabulary. It's limited and not very good, but is always growing and improving, and I love it. The ability to communicate with those who cannot hear me is astounding.
2) I love the freckle in my right eye. It's large, and dark and I love it. I feel it makes me unique and special.
3) I love my cursive handwriting. When I take the time to write slowly and nicely, it looks astounding.
4) I love my obsession with comics. I love any sort of comic, online or otherwise. I could read books full of comic strips (not to be confused with comic books) for hours. Garfield, Dilbert, Zits, Calvin and Hobbes, XKCD, Explosm, Rooster Teeth... if it's drawn and in panel form, I love it.
5) I love my extensive medical knowledge. For a 16 year old girl who's never been to med school or taken anything other than 10th grade biology, I think I've got a pretty good understanding of the human body, how it works and how to heal it.
6) I love my rational-ness. For a woman, a teenager at that, I am very rational. I don't anger easily, I don't blow things out of proportion, I don't have crazy demands. When The Boy does something stupid, I don't blow up at him. I laugh and shrug it off. I'm pretty sure he loves it too.
7) I love my love for children. I adore kids, and they like me pretty well too. They're just so young, so innocent, so pure. I would much rather spend time with younger kids than ones my age.
8) I love my niceness--- usually. I am an overly nice person. Always. No matter what. I don't know why, but I just don't have it in myself to be mean, unless someone just really sets me off. Like, playing video games that you can either be a nice character or an evil one, I'm always the nice one. Always. I feel bad being mean to the virtual people. So, sometimes my niceness is a blessing, others a curse.
9) I love my photograpghy. I love taking pictures, and looking at pictures I've taken, and hanging my favorites on the wall... I love photography in general, really. But I love mine even more so, because it's something I do, and do right.
10) I love my ability to get to know people before judging them. I believe that everyone deserves at least one chance, no matter how they look, act, dress, smell or live. They deserve a chance.
So, there it is. My list of things I love about me. Why don't you write one, we can compare. I'm off, now, to deflate my ego.
That being said, I made a list. Teetee, the writer of one of my favorite blogs, asked her readers to make a list of 10 things they liked about themselves, to be posted on her blog. I put it off for the longest time, but I now have decided to do it.
Everyone needs a little self esteem boost every once in a while, right?
So here it is. The ten things I love about myself, in no particular order.
1) I love my sign language vocabulary. It's limited and not very good, but is always growing and improving, and I love it. The ability to communicate with those who cannot hear me is astounding.
2) I love the freckle in my right eye. It's large, and dark and I love it. I feel it makes me unique and special.
3) I love my cursive handwriting. When I take the time to write slowly and nicely, it looks astounding.
4) I love my obsession with comics. I love any sort of comic, online or otherwise. I could read books full of comic strips (not to be confused with comic books) for hours. Garfield, Dilbert, Zits, Calvin and Hobbes, XKCD, Explosm, Rooster Teeth... if it's drawn and in panel form, I love it.
5) I love my extensive medical knowledge. For a 16 year old girl who's never been to med school or taken anything other than 10th grade biology, I think I've got a pretty good understanding of the human body, how it works and how to heal it.
6) I love my rational-ness. For a woman, a teenager at that, I am very rational. I don't anger easily, I don't blow things out of proportion, I don't have crazy demands. When The Boy does something stupid, I don't blow up at him. I laugh and shrug it off. I'm pretty sure he loves it too.
7) I love my love for children. I adore kids, and they like me pretty well too. They're just so young, so innocent, so pure. I would much rather spend time with younger kids than ones my age.
8) I love my niceness--- usually. I am an overly nice person. Always. No matter what. I don't know why, but I just don't have it in myself to be mean, unless someone just really sets me off. Like, playing video games that you can either be a nice character or an evil one, I'm always the nice one. Always. I feel bad being mean to the virtual people. So, sometimes my niceness is a blessing, others a curse.
9) I love my photograpghy. I love taking pictures, and looking at pictures I've taken, and hanging my favorites on the wall... I love photography in general, really. But I love mine even more so, because it's something I do, and do right.
10) I love my ability to get to know people before judging them. I believe that everyone deserves at least one chance, no matter how they look, act, dress, smell or live. They deserve a chance.
So, there it is. My list of things I love about me. Why don't you write one, we can compare. I'm off, now, to deflate my ego.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Writing
I'm not particularly witty, but I can be if I try. My sense of humor is very dry, leaving most people to shake their head in disgust. Smart humor, British humor, whatever you want to call it, that's what I enjoy. I'm not good at recreating it for laughs, but I enjoy it just the same. I don't write to be funny.
My life has been hard. I've learned many things, and have often been told I'm wise beyond my years. My life has not been about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain. This leaves many people feeling inspired. I don't write to be inspirational.
Jonah was born with Down Syndrome, and since his birth 12 years ago has had over 40 sedated procedures. This includes 3 open heart surgeries, 2 tonsillectomies, multiple sets of tubes in each ear, heart caths, chest cts, some funky procedure where they scraped excess tissue off his tongue... the list goes on and on. This often makes people sad. I don't write to be sad.
Expression is key in life, doubly so when your life is particularly hard. There are many ways to express ones self, most of them being ways people wouldn't normally consider. Sure, there are the basics, like drawing and painting and singing, but then there are others. Some people play video games all the time, some people read, some people work on their car, some in their lawns. They do what they can dig into to forget about the world, to escape for a while. They can do their thing, get into their groove and free themselves. I write to be free.
Totally raw, I just wrote it.
I hope you all are enjoying your summers.
My life has been hard. I've learned many things, and have often been told I'm wise beyond my years. My life has not been about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain. This leaves many people feeling inspired. I don't write to be inspirational.
Jonah was born with Down Syndrome, and since his birth 12 years ago has had over 40 sedated procedures. This includes 3 open heart surgeries, 2 tonsillectomies, multiple sets of tubes in each ear, heart caths, chest cts, some funky procedure where they scraped excess tissue off his tongue... the list goes on and on. This often makes people sad. I don't write to be sad.
Expression is key in life, doubly so when your life is particularly hard. There are many ways to express ones self, most of them being ways people wouldn't normally consider. Sure, there are the basics, like drawing and painting and singing, but then there are others. Some people play video games all the time, some people read, some people work on their car, some in their lawns. They do what they can dig into to forget about the world, to escape for a while. They can do their thing, get into their groove and free themselves. I write to be free.
Totally raw, I just wrote it.
I hope you all are enjoying your summers.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Break
I'm taking a break.
I know you all expected this great post about the wonderful time I had in Orange Beach, but I just don't have time to type up how amazingly wonderful that trip is.
These days, I barely have time to breathe.
I started this blog to pass the time, get some of my thoughts out into the open for people all over the internet to read. It has come to a point before where I couldn't blog, purely because I had nothing to blog about. It is to the point now where I have much to blog about, but no time to actually blog it. So, I am taking a break. I don't know when I'll be back, I don't know if I'll be back. I will continue to follow other's blogs, and comment on them. And if anyone needs to contact me, they are more then welcome to leave a comment here or on any of my other posts.
But for now, I bid you farewell, and I will see you upon my return.
I know you all expected this great post about the wonderful time I had in Orange Beach, but I just don't have time to type up how amazingly wonderful that trip is.
These days, I barely have time to breathe.
I started this blog to pass the time, get some of my thoughts out into the open for people all over the internet to read. It has come to a point before where I couldn't blog, purely because I had nothing to blog about. It is to the point now where I have much to blog about, but no time to actually blog it. So, I am taking a break. I don't know when I'll be back, I don't know if I'll be back. I will continue to follow other's blogs, and comment on them. And if anyone needs to contact me, they are more then welcome to leave a comment here or on any of my other posts.
But for now, I bid you farewell, and I will see you upon my return.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Beach
I will be gone all of this week to the beach. My laptop will be with me, of course, but I don't know how much blogging time I will have.
There will be a Life as Seen By Sarah this Wednesday, and I will be updating my Twitter frequently, so feel free to follow me there.
Lots of fun to share when I return. :)
There will be a Life as Seen By Sarah this Wednesday, and I will be updating my Twitter frequently, so feel free to follow me there.
Lots of fun to share when I return. :)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Inspirational
Well, the highlight of my week was being nominated for this blog award. (Don't forget to vote, guys. :D) And since I was nominated for Most Inspirational Blog, I decided to go back through my archives and commemorate some of my more inspirational posts.
Life
Teenager
Amazing Grace; Transformed
Used Car, Anyone?
100 Years
Jonah
Bubble
Hurricane Ike
Friday Night Football
Turkey Day!
Epiphany
My Grandmother
I'll stop there, because I'm tired of reading what I've written.
What do you all think? Is the list good, or are there things that need editing? Additions? Subtractions? Let me know.
Life
Teenager
Amazing Grace; Transformed
Used Car, Anyone?
100 Years
Jonah
Bubble
Hurricane Ike
Friday Night Football
Turkey Day!
Epiphany
My Grandmother
I'll stop there, because I'm tired of reading what I've written.
What do you all think? Is the list good, or are there things that need editing? Additions? Subtractions? Let me know.
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