Some girls started to like boys around 5th grade. I didn't. I preferred to call the plays on the football field ( they trusted me enough to be QB). It was weird to see them as "cute" or have a "crush" on them. Bleh. Little did I know I was the only way feeling this way.
I remember going to a girls sleepover a her birthday party the summer before 6th grade. After we watched a movie I was planning to go to sleep but apparently after the movie you are supposed to stay up and talk for another 2 hours no matter how tired you are. It was torture. All the girls were talking about how they were excited for middle school because of all the new boys they could meet. Then, they started talking about how the boys in out class would maybe ask them out since they were in middle school now. I was totally and utterly confused. Was I supposed to be seeing these guys as cute? Because I most definitely didn't.
As if it wasn't bad enough, all the other girls started telling me that they were jealous of me because all of the guys "payed attention" to me and "liked" me. Now, not only was I confused I was also pretty disgusted. The thought of them viewing me as anything more than a friend was pretty terrifying. So, in order to save myself I decided to not believe them and forget about it. Not for long though....
My birthday is at the end of summmer so I guess it was a month or so after the slumber party, I was talking to one of the guys in my class via Yahoo Messanger. I remember my stomach flipping when he said " I'm going to miss you, Chelsea. I have a present for you. Can I bring it over now?" Uh, talk about awkward. There was no way in heck I wanted a present from this guy. However, I didnt have the guts to tell him no... soooo... I told mom I was going out on the golf cart so I didn't have to be there when he dropped it off. I knew what I was doing was wrong. But, I couldn't accept a gift from him and act like I enjoy it! Thats madness.
When I got back, I hung my head low for now my mom had figured out why I wanted to go on the golf cart. She was pretty dissapointed in me. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was though because behind her there was a giant bag with hearts on it staring back at me. Mom made me open it, despite my resistance. Inside was a teddy bear and a hand written card. I had no idea what to do. I had to thank him for the gift but I didn't know how. I did feel really bad though so I ended up messaging him on yahoo again to thank him.
I still have the teddy bear in my room. When I see it now I still feel pretty bad about what I did but I can laugh about it now since me and that guy are still really good friends. And the plus side is he got over me pretty soon after that and then I was helping him with other girl problems (hes a drama king). My lesson was learned and I will never run away from recieving a gift again. It leads to a bunch of awkwardness and a life time of feeling bad no matter how hard to try to forget about it. Oh well, at least he was a good sport about it.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Start at the end
One of the number one lessons taught in life is never go in to a dark alley. However, on this vacation to Greece we were ignoring all the rules ( we went to Starbucks when our Tour guide told us not to because we can get Starbucks in America. I know, we were rebels). So, instead of listening to all the warning signs of the awful smells, only a little bit of light, and the fact that it was an alley. We walked right in. As soon as I stepped in something wet on the ground I knew it was a bad choice to go in there. I'm pretty sure all of us in the group were thinking why we did....
Last Summer, I went on a trip to Greece with a group of about 10 other people, including Dr.Will and his wife Nina. It was our free day so we didn't have any place to be for a while. Our group gathered in the hotel lobby that morning after breakfast and decided we would just walk around and explore for a while. We took the train to the square and just started walking. We all had lunch together (the food was amazing everywhere) and then we split up into two groups to do a little bit of shopping. After a while we all met up again and by that time Nina had heard of the food market. Nina is an amazing photographer and what better place to get pictures than a food market packed with colorful fruits and vegetables? We walked for a while stopping when we saw something shiny (the girls liked the jewelry and the boys liked the armor).
We asked a couple people for directions along the way so when we reached the dark alley we were all a bit confused. We were in the right spot but no colorful vegetables and fruits were in sight. Since there was a little bit of light at the end of the dark alley we decided to try it out. Bad idea. The stench immediately overwhelmed us. Everybody was holding on to someone else because the floor was so slippery of slime (which was probably part blood). The farther we went the worse it got. Then, once we saw the hanging pig we knew we had the wrong kind of market. Needless to say, there were way too many hanging, skinned, animals for everyone to bare. We practically ran out of there. Once we breathed in the fresh air we all started laughing because we realized how stupid it was to go in there in the first place. However, the good part of it was we made a pretty good memory out of it.
Moral of the Story: never go in to dark alleys... especially in other countries.
Last Summer, I went on a trip to Greece with a group of about 10 other people, including Dr.Will and his wife Nina. It was our free day so we didn't have any place to be for a while. Our group gathered in the hotel lobby that morning after breakfast and decided we would just walk around and explore for a while. We took the train to the square and just started walking. We all had lunch together (the food was amazing everywhere) and then we split up into two groups to do a little bit of shopping. After a while we all met up again and by that time Nina had heard of the food market. Nina is an amazing photographer and what better place to get pictures than a food market packed with colorful fruits and vegetables? We walked for a while stopping when we saw something shiny (the girls liked the jewelry and the boys liked the armor).
We asked a couple people for directions along the way so when we reached the dark alley we were all a bit confused. We were in the right spot but no colorful vegetables and fruits were in sight. Since there was a little bit of light at the end of the dark alley we decided to try it out. Bad idea. The stench immediately overwhelmed us. Everybody was holding on to someone else because the floor was so slippery of slime (which was probably part blood). The farther we went the worse it got. Then, once we saw the hanging pig we knew we had the wrong kind of market. Needless to say, there were way too many hanging, skinned, animals for everyone to bare. We practically ran out of there. Once we breathed in the fresh air we all started laughing because we realized how stupid it was to go in there in the first place. However, the good part of it was we made a pretty good memory out of it.
Moral of the Story: never go in to dark alleys... especially in other countries.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
My area of expertise
Though it may seem crazy, I think the ability to recognize a beat in music is a really helpful skill. Music surrounds us everyday. Even if you don't play an instrument, music can be a major part of your life without realizing it. I know I am not the only one who listens to music in the car, getting dressed in the morning, while studying, cleaning or even trying to calm my nerves. Music is sort of like a support system; it is always there and can always fit your mood.
As a dancer, we are faced with the challenge of not only perfecting the movements but making them form with the music perfectly. Most of the time, you can keep track by counting to eight. However, how do you know how fast to count, when to take a breath, or if it changes in between counts. This is where finding the beat is a must. Most music has a four bar time range with a certain beat. However, new beats may be added in or removed during that time period.
The show So You Think You Can Dance proves that without finding the beat, you seem displaced and unaware of what you are dancing. The people who do this don't last too long. Behind every dance is a story; it may be obvious or it could be very subtle. Listening to the beats will help you figure out the story and enjoy the dance even more. All of this proves that something as simple as a hit on the drum can change the meaning, movement, and emotion of a dance.
here is a good song that proves the 4 bar rule. If you listen carefully you can hear the same sounds coming in and out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR3ctQKtxrE
As a dancer, we are faced with the challenge of not only perfecting the movements but making them form with the music perfectly. Most of the time, you can keep track by counting to eight. However, how do you know how fast to count, when to take a breath, or if it changes in between counts. This is where finding the beat is a must. Most music has a four bar time range with a certain beat. However, new beats may be added in or removed during that time period.
The show So You Think You Can Dance proves that without finding the beat, you seem displaced and unaware of what you are dancing. The people who do this don't last too long. Behind every dance is a story; it may be obvious or it could be very subtle. Listening to the beats will help you figure out the story and enjoy the dance even more. All of this proves that something as simple as a hit on the drum can change the meaning, movement, and emotion of a dance.
here is a good song that proves the 4 bar rule. If you listen carefully you can hear the same sounds coming in and out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR3ctQKtxrE
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Fish out of water
Football games. Every single one is different. The plays that are called, the plays that are made, the points earned and even the fans attending change. For some people, football games are more of a social event and for others it is what their lives revolve around. I can get really obnoxious while I am watching football because I yell alot. "NO! NO! Why did you do that?!" and "GO! GO! GO!" are my most commonly used phrases. However, Over the past few years I have learned that only in some environments can I actually cheer as much as I want to.
Oak Hall Football games are more of a social event. All the high schoolers line up along the fence like to act like they are watching (but few of them actually are) while the younger siblings play their own game of football in the baseball field. The parents sit up in the stands to support their kids and make sure they don't get injured. We have a DJ, not a pep band, the students don't have their own section and don't usually participate in the whole "school spirit" thing. After a few Oak hall football games, I automatically assumed this was how it always was, the occasional look at the score board to see if we were winning, the frequent trips to the concession stand and the constant laughing with my friends. To me, that was how all high school football games were, but I was in for a surprise.
My Sister goes to Eastside High School. Probably the complete opposite of Oak Hall. I decided to go to one of the football games with her last year to see what they were like. Getting ready, I put on a green shirt, orange scarf, jeans and boots. I mean it was going to be cold and people usually wore cute outfits to football games right? Wrong. My sister game out in orange running shorts, a cut up green shirt and a fuzzy orange hat on! I had never seen anyone wear anything like that to an Oak Hall game especially when it was going to be cold! I laughed it off thinking she was just insane and most people would be wearing what I was. Wrong again. We arrived at citizens field and the first thing I noticed were all the cops. What were they doing there? Then I noticed how big it was! And it was mostly full! We walked over to the student section ( I thought it was weird that it was actually full of kids) and I realized all the the kids were in running shorts and most of them had their shirts off ( girls with sports bras on) and painted their stomachs with orange and green paint. That is when I realized, I was sooooo out of place. The band, which was huge, played music throughout the whole game and had an amazing half time show. The kids were cheering the whole game! It was incredible. However, me being the awkward person I am stood in the back of the student section by myself most of the game. I didn't know how to respond to all the "pep". I got some strange looks that night. I was so out of place. However, next time I went I knew what to expect, went with the flow and had a blast! I could actually cheer!
Oak Hall Football games are more of a social event. All the high schoolers line up along the fence like to act like they are watching (but few of them actually are) while the younger siblings play their own game of football in the baseball field. The parents sit up in the stands to support their kids and make sure they don't get injured. We have a DJ, not a pep band, the students don't have their own section and don't usually participate in the whole "school spirit" thing. After a few Oak hall football games, I automatically assumed this was how it always was, the occasional look at the score board to see if we were winning, the frequent trips to the concession stand and the constant laughing with my friends. To me, that was how all high school football games were, but I was in for a surprise.
My Sister goes to Eastside High School. Probably the complete opposite of Oak Hall. I decided to go to one of the football games with her last year to see what they were like. Getting ready, I put on a green shirt, orange scarf, jeans and boots. I mean it was going to be cold and people usually wore cute outfits to football games right? Wrong. My sister game out in orange running shorts, a cut up green shirt and a fuzzy orange hat on! I had never seen anyone wear anything like that to an Oak Hall game especially when it was going to be cold! I laughed it off thinking she was just insane and most people would be wearing what I was. Wrong again. We arrived at citizens field and the first thing I noticed were all the cops. What were they doing there? Then I noticed how big it was! And it was mostly full! We walked over to the student section ( I thought it was weird that it was actually full of kids) and I realized all the the kids were in running shorts and most of them had their shirts off ( girls with sports bras on) and painted their stomachs with orange and green paint. That is when I realized, I was sooooo out of place. The band, which was huge, played music throughout the whole game and had an amazing half time show. The kids were cheering the whole game! It was incredible. However, me being the awkward person I am stood in the back of the student section by myself most of the game. I didn't know how to respond to all the "pep". I got some strange looks that night. I was so out of place. However, next time I went I knew what to expect, went with the flow and had a blast! I could actually cheer!
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