It has been forever since I have been on here.
College is kicking my butt.
This is my first semester as a college student. I was so excited when I graduated from high school and I absolutely could not wait to go to college. High school was full of drama, jerks, and pointless classes. In my opinion, college was going to be a lot easier and less of a hassle. Oh boy how wrong I was! Even though I am taking just four classes this semester, it is just as stressful then taking seven classes all day at my old high school. The distance is killing me the most because I am going to two different campuses four days a week. On top of all that I also work three to four days a week. In high school I was so used to just breezing through work and maybe even slacking off every now and then. However, now that I am in college, slacking off just once can throw the balance off completely! Like if I miss one class, I miss a chapter or two. Then I go to my next class; but the only thing I can think about is how much I missed in the class before. It is really and truly hard to I guess adjust to college life. When homework is not due the next day, I tend to procrastinate doing it, which just ends up in me forgetting to do it completely; which does not help me learn or study anything. I have always had trouble concentrating enough to read a chapter or two in the textbook. However, having to read four or five chapters for one test just complicates that even more. It seems to overwhelm me at times. I am trying to organize better and adjust in a more efficient and productive manner. Because this is just my first semester, I hope to use my beginning college experiences in helping me in making it through college for the next few years or so.
Every year my family and some family friends head out to Gatlinburg, Tennessee around the end of October and beginning of November. This tradition has been going on since the late 90’s I believe. Gatlinburg is one of my all-time favorite places in the world and it’s what I look forward to the most next to Christmas and my birthday. We always stay in the exact same place called Carr’s. Usually, we leave Friday morning, and come back the next Tuesday morning. However, now that both my sister and I are in college, we have to come back Sunday evening or Monday morning. This year, we came back Sunday. Anyways, every year we always allot one day to go to the outlet mall in Pigeon Forge to do some shopping. This is the day I look forward to the most. At the outlet mall, there is a Coach store; Coach is my all-time favorite designer brand next to Juicy Couture perfumes. So throughout the year, I am saving up money in order to buy myself a brand new Coach. Saturday, Coach was the first place we stopped and I was so very excited. After browsing around for a little while, I decided on a brown bag and a matching wallet. Together, the purse and wallet cost me $205.89. Now, most people have a heart attack when they hear that price. However, the original price of the purse itself was around $378 so I think I got a pretty awesome deal! Anyways, another favorite part of the annual Gatlinburg trip is this restaurant in Pigeon Forge: The Old Mill. If one is ever in Pigeon Forge, stopping at The Old Mill is a MUST! They have fabulous Southern cooking and THE BEST Corn Chowder you could ever possibly imagine! The experience I have every year in the Gatlinburg trip is honestly hard to describe. To be honest, you just need to go and experience its beauty all on your own!
To be quite honest, the main thing on my mind at the moment would by my Aunt Donna. I am pretty worried about her in general, but my concern is greater for her today. Back in March of this year, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I don’t know what stage, but I think it was caught fairly early on. Anyways, she is having surgery today. A few weeks ago, after rounds of chemo and fighting the cancer, she went for a scan. On the scan, the tumor that she had found just months earlier, was completely gone. However, they still want her to continue with treatment, radiation, etc. Her surgery is today at one. The surgery is kind of to make sure all of the tumor/cancer is gone. I don’t really understand what all this procedure is going to consist of. However, my father, who has been a nurse for twenty-five years, took off today in order to go with my other aunt, to be there for my Aunt Donna. So I know that there is definitely some cause for worry. I really want her to beat this and I want her to be okay again. I was also thinking about earlier how October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, and how I think that it is sort of ironic that her surgery for her Breast Cancer is on Halloween, October 31, 2011; the last day of October. Maybe it is just a coincidence and I am just over looking it. My mind does tend to think that way. It is actually quite complex at times, that mind of mine. Anyways, I am paying for my aunt and for her surgery to go well. She is still young and is a great person, she does not deserve this, NO ONE deserves this. I think I will update after her surgery to let anyone who reads this know how she is doing. Keep her in your prayers please!
So I’m at work yesterday and I am taking Drive-Thru orders. We go through a few moments of silence. No orders or anything. Then along comes this foreign lady; as usual, I give a friendly greeting and ask her what I can get for her. She then proceeds to order a cheeseburger kids meal with a banana milkshake. I then inform her that we do not have banana milkshakes, but we do have strawberry-banana smoothies. We then banter back and forth on this matter for a few more minutes. I finally decide to just give my manager the headset and let her deal with the issue. Not even two minutes later, my manager has rung up a cheeseburger kid’s meal with a VANILLA milkshake. How does someone mix that up with banana? But anyways, I gather the lady’s order together and wait for her to pay and come to the next window. As I hand her the food, she asks me, “Were you the one I talked to first?” I told her yes I was and she starts off again. She tells me that I told her we didn’t have milkshakes and that we only had smoothies. I corrected her and said, “No mam, I said we didn’t have BANANA milkshakes.” Then she proceeds to correct me again and tell me what I did and didn’t say. I finally just apologized for the mix up and thought it was all done and over with. But then what does she say? “Have you read your menu lately? I think you need to go over it again so you can know what is on there.” I could have screamed! So ridiculous. Sometimes I really cannot stand some of the people that come into the restaurant. It’s not a big deal though, I will get over it. It is JUST McDonald’s.
This is a picture of my Mother and me. She calls and describes me as her “Mini-Me.” She is my best friend and I can tell her anything. We are very close and I know that I can always count on her to be there for me whenever I need her. My Mother, Melodie C. Ray, has two children biologically, a third by self-proclamation; that’s a story for another day. Anyways, she has always been quite protective and she has always said we are her life and if anyone hurts us, they hurt her. I am the youngest, and her baby girl. My mother likes when her girls are home with her and she knows where we are at. However, for the past couple of years, my sister, Emily, has been back and forth to college and to boyfriend’s houses; but on school nights, she comes home to sleep. She still likes staying at home every now and then. However, if you’ve met my sister and I, you will know that we are two VERY different people. I am more independent, and I am more comfortable being on my own, which brings us to the main idea of this week’s post. I made a very important decision this past week: I am moving out. Yes, you heard me right! MOVING OUT! I have decided to move closer to school here in Cartersville. I am looking for an apartment by myself and I am so excited. I have even started looking at Wal-Mart and Target for decorations and stuff that I can put in the apartment! So what’s the downside? My Mother is pretty much freaking out. I mean, yes, she supports me, she is just not happy about it. I feel bad for leaving, but I told her that I want to try and be on my own for a while; and I know that if it gets too hard for me, I can always move back. I just feel bad that I’m leaving too since my sister is never really home. I love her to death, and i don’t want to upset her, but I just feel as if this is something that I really need to do. I love my mom, and she will always be a big part of my life, whether I live at home or on my own.
so I did a post on mday for a weekly grade
it was a huge long post..
and now it disappeared.
Not quite too sure as to what happened between us, but my sister and I used to be so close. Now, we are either just ignoring each other, or we are at each other’s throats. I honestly don’t know why. I have even tried to talk to my mom about it and she always asks for us to just get along and be nice and love each other. However, the sad thing is that I always reply, “Well, of course I love her! I just don’t necessarily always have to like her.” I wish I could figure out why we don’t get along. There could be multiple reasons. Ever since I was little, I have always felt that she was my parent’s favorite and they expected the best out of her and they expected me to be a problem party child. However, that theory kind of backfired on them. She made some mistakes and totally just skewed my parent’s expectations of her. Now, because of that fact, I feel as though I have to live up to what they wanted from her and be the good child, or the “trophy child”, if you will. She was their “softball” star, and I was never athletic. I danced for a few years, and then when I hit puberty, I gained a lot of weight and was diagnosed with a metabolic disorder that messes with my hormones and a bunch of other stuff. Since then, my weight has been up and down, and I just could never get into any sport or playing any instrument, especially because when I did, my sister decided that she wanted to do it to, and she was always better at it than I was. My mom says that we’re both stubborn and just hateful to each other and that we both need to grow up. To be honest, she’s probably right. We BOTH need to grow up. But maybe we’re just growing through sort of a stage with each other and that we’ll grow past it, I hope so. Like I said, I love her, and I also would trust her with my life and I know she would never hurt me, and I know that she feels the same about me. It’s just we just don’t get along very well at this point in our lives. I don’t know, maybe my theories are just crazy. Does anyone have any theories or comments or suggestions? I could really use some opinions on this. :/