#aplit18indie2

[danielams1-blog]

Indie write #2- part 2

Whenever someone says, “I have no clue” about anything people will either give them a weird look or just shrug it off, now I don’t like the people that give weird looks. This may sound stupid because even I have given people weird looks for saying “I have no clue” to a question that everyone knows the answer to, but I have learned that there is something special to this phrase. I mean that you still have more to learn and I think that’s one of the coolest things ever. Yes, this probably sounds really stupid but I think that finding out new things about something as small as, “what’s 2+2” to something as big as, “what are your life plans” is pretty cool. I think that we should stop giving people dirty looks about not knowing things, but instead embrace it and treat it like an opportunity to further someone else’s knowledge, because when we as humans stop learning our society stops functioning. So the next time whenever someone says, “I have no clue” just think about how at one point you didn’t know the answer to “what’s 2+2” and that didn’t mean that you were stupid, it just meant that you weren’t taught it yet by someone who knows the answer.

LET’S FURTHER EACH OTHERS' KNOWLEDGE!

[natalieedunnn-blog]

Zooming In

Every single day I struggle with the question of what am I going to do with my life? As I've said before, I have many different interests/passions. I think it is great to be passionate about so many things but I want to find how I can do what I am passionate about for a career. This may seem easy for some people but for me it's very hard. I am the type of person who is very reluctant to taking risks and very scared of trying something, hating it, and then starting again from scratch. At the same time if by the time I get to college and have no idea what I want to do, I am going to try not to worry about it and just let life take me where it's meant to.

[gabbymarieee-blog]

Indie Write #2

After the challenges of junior year are over, I have very few fears for senior year. I am excited to spend my final year with my group of friends before we part ways for college. This past year has taught me A LOT about who I am as a person and I can't wait to live that up and make new memories. The one part of senior year that scares me is that this is my last year or soccer forever. Although I'd love to play in college, I am not up to the level that players at my top college choices are (U of M and MSU). This is a dream of mine that I may work on this year. Soccer is my favorite thing to do and it has taught me just about everything I know about life. Another thing I love is fashion/skincare/health. A goal of mine is to someday start a blog and maybe now is the time to do that. I can't wait to experience all that this year holds and I can't wait to learn new lessons that will stick with me for the rest of my life.

[zaremc]

highschool

“Realizing I’m letting highschool go scares me”

High school has been my home for the past three years. I’ve taken pictures in the hallways, gone to dances in the gym, had movie nights in the cafeteria, decorated the halls for homecoming, had perfect attendance for home football games, and more. This has been my life. These people around me are more than friends at this point. I look around and see people I grew up with; people who have seen me at my best and worst. I look around and see artists, actors, athletes, writers, tech-geniuses, singers, and an infinite amount of talent beside me. I look around and see my classrooms, bathrooms, football fields, lunch table, and my hallways. This school is my home. The Caity that walked in those doors freshman year is no one compared to who I am now. I found myself here. I made memories here. I found family here. Realizing I have only one year left to leave my mark and my name here scares me. Soon I will walk down these same halls again in my cap and gown and wave goodbye to the people who made me. That’s terrifying. I’m not ready to go, so I’m going to make this last year count. I wish I could make time slow down, but I can’t. This is it. This is the grand finale of the “Me” show at Avondale High School. I hope we all enjoy it.

[kellymuse1]

Indie Write #2

What I think is gonna challenge me the most this senior year is how uncertain I am with certain things, like where I wanna go when I get older, and even what I wanna go to college for.Even though I don’t like the thought of it, cleaning up relaxes me and kinda allows my mind to “reset”. 

One thing I wanna change about my way of thinking is how I always doubt myself and my writing, which keeps me from continuing what I was doing and then when I finally do it, I get surprised and a little annoyed with myself at how easy it actually was.I love wearing dear and light colors depending on my mood, and interestingly I have a lot of dark and neutral colors even though my favorite color is pink.

I love a lot of things.And I often express this verbally no matter where I am, so naturally some people think I’m too nice or ditzy, but really to me, finding small things to love about my life is what keeps me positive.

[racheljjones]

indie response 2

It feels like my whole life has been far too much. It all boils down to the plain and simple: I can’t say no! But does that realization let me cut back? Hell no! I love being busy - I secretly think all humans love to be busy - but my life on overdrive probably can clue you in on how my senior year is probably going to go. But aside from the nonsense everyone says, I am unsure on a certain commodity, something all quite new - the first of the lasts! Let me explain: I am last to go to college in my family, but first to force my parents an empty nest. Or even school obligations, such as the last fall play, but under a first-time director (sort of). Everything seems to be all so LOUD and new and strange, and I’m leaving it.

It’s not a good feeling. Not bad, either. I am content. And I’m not even sure if I like that.

Senior year = stepping into all kinds unsure waters, and the unclarity in all of this makes it sort of hard for me to “find my pen,” but I will get by. That’s the thing about me, I always get by. I love being busy, as I said. I think it satisfies. It’s not satisfaction from others I want, but satisfaction with myself. Senior year is a lot, but it is equally satisfying me. But at the same time, I wonder if anyone glances at the fraction of my life they can see, and says “thank goodness I’m not her.” Because sometimes, I wish I could say that about myself. It’s weird, deep down, I fear that I may find the breaking point I swear I never had.

[kreinbring65]

Indie 2 Senior Year

“Senior” obviously means something different to me that it does to you, my gentle students. I am not really wondering and worrying about going to college or what I’m going to do for Spring Break, at least not in the same ways that you are. Sure, your thoughts about your future--what to spend your time thinkinging about, who you’re going to study with--aren’t that far off from my own. My “senior’’ (citizen, (ahem)) thoughts run in that direction too. I think about what I’ll do after my teaching career ends or changes. I’ve been at it for 26 years, I know forever! I think it has to end sometime and I’d hope to be healthy and lucky enough to think about some new stuff.

So, like you, I am thinking about the future…

What would I like to spend the next chunk doing?

I’m also always wondering about change in general, my own, my family’s. I’m a different person than I was 26 years ago. I’m different than I was 3 months ago having experienced the sheer joys of Teacher Camp in San Jose, hiking Pictured Rocks, seeing DCFC win its conference, and the saddest of losing people I love to age and sickness. Those things have an impact. They remind me of how much I have not seen and how temporary it can all be. I changed my mind, thought differently about so many things during my 26th “senior year.”

P.S. A chore I secretly enjoy is making lunches.

[sophieaplang-blog]

[jadasbrain]

Holy sh*t I'm a senior #aplit18indie2

[danielams1-blog]

Indie write #2-part 1

Wow just writing out senior year makes me feel pretty old, but also unprepared. I have always thought that by this time I would know what I want to do but I just have no clue what I want to do with my life. Whenever I see anyone that I haven't talked to in a while they always say, "what do you want to do" and I always just respond with, "I have no clue" and people will give me a weird look. But but in honestly I'm just trying to find what I'm passionate about and try and find a job that revolves around that, and that's what I hope to do my senior year. I want to find out my true passions, not the ones that only last a couple of days, but the ones that will last for a long time. I have already found a couple that I believe could be long term passions, but I hope to explore them more during senior year to make sure that they aren't what I call a "weekly passion", I want them to be long term. Yeah this sounds like a huge goal for senior year and most people might say "I want to have fun since it's my last year", but that's not really a goal for me that's just a given, I like to give myself big goals and if I don't reach it I'm okay with that because this stuff takes time.

[natalieedunnn-blog]

Indie Write #2

It's hard to believe that this year is my senior year. I have been anticipating this for so long and now the time is finally here. I am not really sure what to expect this year considering all of the changes that have been made but I am excited to see. Junior year was stressful for me and I know senior year will be too, but I am going to try to make it as fun as possible. I feel that in a way I've taken my time in high school for granted and I haven't lived it up to the fullest. I am going to try and change that this year and really worry less and live more. I am still currently obsessed with everything fashion and beauty related. Those things are really my passion. A part of me is scared for the future because I don't know what it holds for me. I have so many different interests and there are so many possible directions I could be pulled in. Every single day I struggle with the question of "what am I going to do with my life?" I'm sure most high school students struggle with their future but this is something that makes me anxious. I'm the type of person that when it comes to my future, I need to know what I'm going to be doing. Figuring it out along the way scares me but I know that everything will work out for the best. This year I really hope to get some clarity.

[racheljjones]

indie response 2 (here comes the zoom)

“That’s the thing about me, I always get by.”

If I could change one thing about life, I would add more hours to the day. But even then, it probably wouldn’t be enough. I hate just “getting by.” It’s unfulfilling. I feel like a broken projector, always replaying the same day. I eat the same, wake up and go to sleep the same, without a glitch or bump. How is that a life? But at the same time, I should be happy, right? I guess some people see this as a good thing, so who am I to think otherwise? I should be content, I’m getting by! I’m getting by! 

Sometimes I think I’m too dramatic for emotion. (Sometimes what I write makes no sense.) I don’t care. My mom always tells me that I’m not thankful enough, which is completely true. But I always take it as I ask too much out of life. I wasn’t given a reckless life, I was given a passion-filled one. Or better yet, I don’t let myself be reckless. Maybe I’m wrong for thinking that. But my years of being Rachel still taught me to be proud of who I am, no matter my amount of obligation/introspection with the world/level of dramatics. So, yeah. If I must get by, then I guess that’s how it’s going to go. That doesn’t mean I won’t do so with courage, grace, and living loudly, because it’s not as simple as it seems. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is, if getting by makes me whole, then I’m not sorry.

[kreinbring65]

Zooming IN

I didn’t realize how quickly it would happen. I was steeling myself for a much longer, slower more horrible decline involving the too many humiliations and small indignities that attend illness.

He had a disease that doesn’t kill quickly, but by a thousand tiny insults, so when he went in to the hospital for an infection I was pretty sure the doctors would get it under control and he’d end up in another facility. But one thing became another--like my mother his system became a thing delicately balanced, a biochemical/physical high wire act--so as one thing became unbalance it got harder to bring the entire system back together, and eventually there’s no way to recover.

I wondered though, still do, if somewhere inside them both they knew what was next and rejected it.

“Rage against the dying of the light…” yeah, that’s easy to say and it gives a sense of nobility to the fight but if there’s just no more fight isn’t there dignity in knowing that you lived fully and left being so loved.