Slipping, Sliding, Falling...Slacking, and I'm Very Apologetic Indeed.

December, January, February, March, April, May. There are many months before me, there are many months of high school left for me. Yet here I am, with a case of senioritis...and I've got it bad. Not only do I have this perpetual, inevitable disease, but I've got an increasingly fuller schedule. As you may have noticed, I completely disappeared for the end of September, all of October, and the beginning of November. That means it's time for me to catch you up on what's been happening, and trust me...there has been quite a lot. So much, in fact, that I highly doubt I'll be able to cover it all in one post. That being said, I'll tell you about the end of September as well as one of many October adventures. The other October adventures, as well as November adventures will be covered in the posts to come.

The End of September

Surprisingly enough, or perhaps not all that surprising at all, the last few days of September held very little significance. Nothing exciting or noteworthy occurred, so on to October we venture...

October

The month of October is when things really started to get crazy for me. I'll do my best to keep these events in chronological order, so let's first start with learning a new skill-if you can call it that.

October 3, 2009. Probably one of the most invigorating, adventurous days of my life occurred on this date, and the events that occurred may seem rather petty and dull to you. But for me, this day was an awesome experience. This day was the first time I played paintball. The weather was perfect, after a week of rainy grayness. Approximately 15 of my fellow youth group members and I met with adult chaperons at our church home, off of Leestown Road on this particular morning, many of us unsure of what we faced in the hours ahead.

A mere 45 minutes later, we were fully prepared for the day, however. We had all been told the ground rules (wear your mask until all shooting has stopped, when you get shot you must raise your gun in the air and yell OUT! as you leave the field, when you aren't on the field make sure your gone is on safety, etc, etc.) We were all in our gear, masks pulled over our faces, shoes tied, packs attached to our waists, and our guns sat in our arms, full of the yellow balls that would soon enough erupt, leaving a mustard yellow stain behind.

Finally, we were able to make our way to the field. And....BAM! BAM! OW! OUT! I'M OUT, STOP SHOOTING ME! Suddenly, these were the only things I could hear. Adrenaline was rushing through my body, and I was excited to be there. I was making progress too, I had already endured 5 minutes of the first game...then again, I was hiding behind the barricade. Finally, I decided to make my move. However, I made it not even 5 feet before getting shot in the knee. And this was pretty much the pattern for the rest of the day.

Later that night, when I was counting the bruises I found 18. The worst of the paintball injuries? The shot that got my ear, the horrible taste of paint that wouldn't leave my lips, and the tight and achy muscles the day after. However, I- the girly Lexintonian, had survived a day in "the woods," roughing it up with the gang.

Precariously Finding a Balance Between Work and Play

"Let's live it up; I got my money, let's spend it up." These lyrics, made popular by the Black Eyed Peas, capture the teenage years in just seconds. There are so many fun things going on; movies, paintball, dates, football games, parties, dances, road trips, sleepovers, and late night trips to Waffle House and of course I, as a high school student, want to take part in all of these and more. In fact, I am, and the festivities have already begun, as shown by the picture on the left. This is one of the many late night Waffle House trips to come.

For the next two months, I don't have a single weekend free because I've filled every second with some form of entertainment. Why? I'm spending my last few months as a child as carefree as possible, or at least I'd like to think I am. But am I, really? Not quite. All of these activities cost money, and a lot of it. Plus, I have responsibilities such as the basketball team I'm going to start coaching next month, my volunteer hours at Cardinal Hill, college visits and applications, and let's not forget the nagging parents who I must find a way to please.

The first issue that must be handled is the economic one. Most teenagers have a job, but that isn't the case for me. It isn't that I'm too lazy or I can't find one. I'm not allowed to have a job. That's right, my parents- particularly my dad- won't let me work. Sure, I'm allowed the sporadic babysitting job, but other than that I have to rely on my allowance for the activities mentioned above. Yes, I'll admit, my parents are generous when it comes to an allowance, but $20 a week won't cut it when I have a phone bill every month, movie tickets are at least $8 and the snacks cost even more, and everything else is fairly pricey too. Unfortunately, my parents aren't raising the ban on working, nor are they raising my allowance. It looks like I'm stuck with no money for at least the next 3.5 months. After that, I'll be 18 and hopefully able to find a job and start making my own money.

The second issue isn't quite as easy to solve. I can't just stop giving effort as far as my responsibilities go. I've worked too hard and come to far to just quit caring. Education is important, coaching is important, pleasing my parents is important, but so are the activities I have planned. Most of my commitments have a fairly flexible schedule, and there are a few activities I could drop, but I'd have to be willing to do that- and at this point, I'm not. As of right now, I can't do anything. I'll just have to continue on with my philosophy that "whatever happens, happens" and I'll have to continue to "go with the flow." All I can do is hope for the best, and wait until I get into the swing of things.

I've talked to my friends, and I know I'm not the only one struggling with finding a balance between work and play. In fact, it seems to be an issue across the board. It's been an issue that teenagers have dealt with for years. There isn't anything that can be done, so I'll keep "living it up" and "spending it up" while my parents gripe about it, and then I'll gain focus on my responsibilities. The cycle shall continue.

Extracurricular Extravaganza

Beta Club, Key Club, Student Council, Senior Executive Board, Spirit Club, Fishing Club, Invisible Children, PLD Letter Society, Prom Steering Club, clubs, clubs, and more clubs. There are an abundance of clubs and it's been drilled into our heads, since the summer before freshmen year, that we must join as many clubs as possible in order for our applications to appeal to colleges. However, is this really what colleges are looking for? Are they truly interested in your ability to fill your schedule with so many activities that you hardly have time to eat, sleep, or breathe? Doubt it.

While admissions officers want to see student involvement, they aren't looking for the quantity as much as they are the quality. In fact, according to Naomi Rockler-Gladen's article, "Extracurriculars and College Apps: Smart High School Activities for College Applications," colleges are looking for 4 main things when considering extracurricular activities. They're looking for:

• Commitment: Schools would much rather see that you are consistently attending a select few clubs rather than joining dozens of clubs for only a few months at a time.
• Leadership: If you can rise to any role of importance in a club, whether it be 2nd secretary or president, you're much more likely to catch the eyes of an admissions officer than if you were to have no role at all in several different organizations.
• Connections: While you may want to be in all of the fun clubs, like Ultimate Frisbee Club or Sandwich Club, colleges are much more interested in seeing organizations that relate to your goals in life or clubs that seem prestigious, such as Key Club or Future Educators of America.
• Work Ethics: While involvement in extracurriculars is important, your GPA is still important. Don't fill your schedule with so many activities that your grades begin to slip, or else you won't even be considered at some colleges.

Enjoy the clubs and organizations that are available to you, just don't stretch yourself out too much and remember, quality is prevalent over quantity as far as extracurriculars go.

source:http://college-preparation.suite101.com/article.cfm/extracurriculars_college_apps

Classifications.

Classifications. It's something we all deal with, whether it be by race, gender, interests, or even grades. In fact, I think grade classifications may be one of the more prevalent categories in high school.

As freshmen, we enter the building with both a sense of excitement and terror. We're finally on the brink of adulthood, yet we're at the bottom of the totem pole yet again. As sophomores, we have a superior feeling over the freshmen, and we tend to think we're the best thing since boy bands. That's right, we think we're cooler than the boy bands who swept the nation in the late 90s, when in fact we are not. And then comes junior year. We finally begin to mature, although this maturation isn't very obvious. It can be said that we begin to "find ourselves" but I personally think we were never lost to begin with. Junior year is filled with grumbling about the intense work load and the oh-ing and ah-ing over prom. Finally, we reach senior year. We're finally at the top, we rule over everyone else-yet we don't care. Our goal isn't to make the underclassmen feel like the scum of the earth (despite popular belief) but rather, it's to enjoy what time we have left of our youthful, carefree high school days.

I think Hayley G. Hoover sums up this idea of high school classifications in one of the most entertaining ways I've witnessed. Enjoy!

ACT Appreciation

For many people, the ACT is simply another dreaded standardized test, meant to cause a lack of self-esteem, an inevitable brain exhaustion, and an increase in the amount of stress already placed on high school students. This was my perspective on the test- I even referred to it as ACT Agony- until I took it for the third time on Saturday morning.

When my alarm clock went off at 6:30 on Saturday morning, I literally felt like cursing it and possibly even tossing it out the window. I'm a firm believer in sleeping in on weekends, and I was none to happy to rise at such an early hour, especially since I had been out late the previous night. If someone were to ask me my opinion of the ACT at that point in time, I would have told them to forget about raising my score, to forget about the test, to forget about college in general. However, a few short days later I have an appreciation for the 8:00 starting time. If the test had been any later, I would not have been able to concentrate at all-the weather was too perfect for that. While I may have developed this appreciation, I doubt my fellow test-goers would agree.

Not only do I despise early risings, but I also have a hatred for learning useless information. You know, the mathematical, scientific, or historical concepts that make you think "...and why am I ever going to need this? How will this ever benefit me in any way, shape, or form?" These thoughts typically hit me when I'm sitting in pre-calculus, or last year while I suffered through chemistry. It's no wonder, then, that the math and science portions of my ACT score suffered the most. However, Saturday morning I was shocked to find that both my pre-calculus and chemistry skills had come into play. They were finally doing something worthwhile- they were helping me get into college. Because the ACT test creators had included these once useless skills, I have now developed an appreciation for the once hated writers.

The ACT may have once be seen as agony, but now- at least in my eyes- the ACT is something worthy of appreciation, and perhaps even praise.

Gossip: The Poison Ivy of High School

There you are, enjoying your lunch when the whispers of "Did you hear about Sarah and Jonathon," reach your table. As hard as you try to ignore the whispers, you just can't. You jump right into the conversation and attempt to straighten these gossipers out because you are, of course, best friends with Sarah and know the entire truth. But wait- isn't this gossip? Aren't you just going to fuel the fire? Certainly.

We typically think of gossip as a rumor or report of an intimate nature. However, this textbook definition only begins to define gossip. Gossip is a destroyer, a heart-breaker, a way to completely diminish a friendship. Gossip is the poison ivy of high school. It's something that everyone knows to avoid, something you don't want to go around but sometimes it's impossible to escape from. At some point in your high school career, you will catch the poison of gossip. Sadly, the instant you involve yourself in gossip it consumes you, much like the instant you scratch poison ivy, it spreads to more areas of the body. The more and more you get involved, the faster and faster the gossip spreads, leading to the downfall of you, your trustworthiness, and your friendships. And then you are left with a scar, much like that of someone who irritates their poison ivy far beyond the extremes. This is something that no one wants, so find that calamine lotion and try your best to ignore the annoying desire to scratch before it's too late and your scars become apparent.

Scrub Shenanigans

The basic idea of the dress code is simple. Bottoms that hang too low or stop too short, tops that show far too much skin, and slogans that pertain to risque actions are all considered taboo. This year, Dunbar has decided to enforce the preexisting dress code, despite the fact that in previous years it has seldom been followed. Along with this decision to enforce the dress code, a new policy has been adopted.

The new policy states that if a student arrives at the school in inappropriate clothing, they will be asked to wear scrubs for the remainder of the day. Little did they know, the authority figures of Dunbar have inspired the student body to start a monthly tradition, Scrub Thursday. Last week, a few seniors gathered together in an attempt to find a way to retaliate and rebel against this request placed upon us by the principals. After many ideas were tossed out the window, one brilliant mind came up with the idea of wearing scrubs every first Thursday of the month; this idea was quickly accepted.

After coming up with this idea, there was only one remaining issue at hand- how to get the rest of the student body involved. However, the solution was simple. A Facebook group was created and nearly every Dunbar student with a Facebook account was invited to join the group and partake in this rebellion. Unfortunately, only about 30 students actually played a role in the first Scrub Thursday, despite the fact that more than 200 people joined the group. Luckily, there are many more Thursdays to come and it seems that Scrub Thursday will be an eventual success.

A Little Background Information

Remember the girl from high school- the seemingly quiet one, the one who was friendly with everyone, the one whose face you can still see yet you can't quite remember her name? In the Paul Laurence Dunbar class of 2010, that girl is me. A lot of people would be bothered by the fact that their name is easily lost in the crowd but that's never bothered me. I would much rather be remembered as "the girl who helped me pick up my books" than Brittany. This is just me. I've always been a "nice girl," social classification, race, and history has never been important to me. So, the main idea of this post is to let you know that if you're looking for some crazy girl with insane adventures, you're in the wrong place. I'm just the average girl preparing for her senior year.