Years Pass By

My little brother just "graduated" middle school today. I spent an hour and a half in the disgustingly hot gym at my old middle school, while the staff conducted a less-than-professional awards ceremony. It could hardly be called a graduation. They spent a half hour in itself just calling the students up to sit down. People can be so rude. There's a reason why they ask you to hold your applause until the end, because you get to listen to people scream and shout for some people, and then let others just walk in. It's rude, it's disrespectful, and it's unprofessional. The speaker... a middle school should not have a speaker... was "Busta" Brown. Honestly, his idea of a star is so unattainable. We set all these impossible goals for the thirteen-year-olds of our society, when we can't even reach them ourselves. So by "Busta's" idea of a star, no one is one. By the time it had finished, they didn't even have half of the awards ready, and the graduates went wandering about the halls for an hour, trying to find their teachers to get their awards. And on top of that, it's their last day of school, and they didn't have the yearbooks in yet. Disgusting. I can't believe I'm going to have to deal with their immaturity levels next year. And me more than anyone, because I'm a Student Ambassador at my school. So we all get to deal with them for a whole day while we try to conduct orientation so these freshman aren't getting lost right and left. On top of that, we get to meet with our freshman homerooms once a month to help them adjust. I mean, I'm excited, but seeing these eight graders (now freshman), kind of scares me. But I'm going to make the best of it anyway.

I'm sore all over. My dad decided to take us hiking on Death Mountain yesterday (I'm just kidding, it's not actually called Death Mountain). I. AM. SO. SORE. Not only was I dehydrated yesterday (my head was pounding and my fingers were swollen), but my knees and ankles and the instep of my feet were killing me. Everyone but me had about 6 tics. And today, my ribs are bruised and my muscles hurt. Me, my mom, and my brother unanimously agreed never to hike there again.

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Welcome to Your Heart Radio's personal blog. I decided that I was more apt to update this, because I don't have to have updates to the site to post a new blog here. So the site's blog will become just that... a blog for site updates, and this blog will be more for personal things. I'll have updates on what I'm doing, if I'm planning to do anything, and I can transfer over some blogs from my personal blog (the one for my friends). Enjoy!