Portraits

Grow Up.

I never thought the time would come when I would reach the end of the K-12 spectrum. Childhood has passed so quickly, and now I find myself in my last year of high school, taking four AP classes and leaving campus everyday at 12:15. With seniority there arises a mass consensus among RHS staff, parents, and fellow students that we should lead by example, and the Class of 2012 does not disappoint. I now find myself in charge of a few clubs I was once just a member in, peer teaching a class I was once just a student in, and instructing karate classes I was once just a pupil in. It's strange to see the tables turned, to attempt to share the experience I have amassed in the past few years.

Despite this noticeable increase in responsibility, I still feel like a kid mostly. The prospect of having a Disney movie marathon excites me to no end. I'm dying to watch the new Winnie the Pooh Bear movie. I poke, prod, and bother my cats. Words like 'sardoodledom' make me giggle. Sky Zone is a magical place whose wonder may only be matched by that of Narnia or Hogwarts. Receiving a mini panda Pillowpet and naming it Mochi is likely to be the highlight of my year.

I don't think I ever went through the moody, 'the world is stupid', teenager stage. And honestly, I hope that I never grow out of my hobbies, interests, and quirks. It seems that some of our generation, at least in Rocklin anyway, appreciate the little things in life, which will make for an interesting adult community and workforce in the future. I don't think I'll ever truly grow up, but I'm eager to find out what destiny has in store for me.

I'm obsessed

And no, I'm not obsessed with some trashy reality show or the next fashion trend. It's the stock market that I've been preoccupying my time with. Nerdy, right? In AP Econ we are using a Virtual Stock Exchange to invest 100,000 fake dollars in the stock market for an assignment. We also do it as a competition within each period in which the winner is inducted into Hardy's investment Hall of Fame and wins "oodles of fantabulous prizes" as Mr. Hardy would say. So back to my obsession, majority of the words that have come out of my mouth in the past week relate to my ranking in the competition, trash talking/bragging to my opponents, or telling everyone what the stocks I've purchased are. I'll sit at the computer and keep refreshing the page hoping to see my name higher than everyone else's. Yesterday, I reached number one and all I wanted to do was tell the world. I've also come to realize that whatever my mood is for the day almost completely relies on what my ranking is, so basically yesterday was one of the best days ever. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit but one thing is for sure that I should never ever ever be allowed to invest in stocks in real life because I am way too addicted and would probably lose all of my money.

Sierra College

Exactly a week ago from today I, along with two other friends, began class a Sierra College. After thoroughly enjoying AP Psychology I thought it would be interesting to take a class on Social Psychology and further my knowledge on the subject. Because of school and extra-curricular activities I decided the best time to take the class would be at night. Being the first day of the fall semester the parking lot was very crowded and the temporary parking permit dispenser was not working. After several attempts and $2.00 in coins we called maintenance to come help us. When they did not arrive quickly we were forced to leave our cars without permits and rush to class. After arriving late we found three seats in the back of the room and tried to sit down as quietly as possible. Class was not nearly as exciting as our parking lot situation had been, in fact, it was the complete opposite. Being an upper level psychology class on a college campus I expected a more rigorous curriculum, but instead I felt like I was back in freshmen year of high school. The three hour class dragged on forever as the professor listed endless examples of topics we had mastered a year ago. I was unimpressed and bored with the teaching style and a little frightened by others in the class. I only hope today’s class will be better.

sweet...15?

I'm turning 15 tomorrow, my quincinera, and I'm celebrating it at Fats like I did last year. I feel really old, I know I'm not but I want to be turning 10 and still be on the kids menu. Although it is pretty cool because as I get older I get closer to driving and having a job. The question is, how exciting is that really? With driving and a job also comes more responsiblity. The best part however is freedom, I am almost free of Rocklin! Well, not really I still have 3 more years. I got through Freshman year fine now it is time to kick it up a notch for the hardest year...sophomore power? How did this blog go from my birthday to being a sophomore?! All i know is I haven't told my parents what i want for my birthday so I'm not getting anything. They said I can tell them in a few weeks when i think of it, so thats good. I am slightly scared for what my best friend and boyfriend have in store for me though...well, hopefully a midnight phone call is in store, I love those!

Double Days

Waking up at 5:30, putting on my running shoes and cloths, and im out the door. Were gathered outside of the locker rooms, waiting for our coach, coach P. He gave us a short pep talk before the run and then, we were off. Sprinting off in the early morning, before the sun has even risen, we run up towards Granite Oaks and then farther into the surrounding neigborhoods. After a short, adrenaline filled run we arrive back at the school and get ready for the day. Now we must last through the school day and get ready for another run, an even longer run in the afternoon.

From First to Worst

Let's just be straight-forward, the San Francisco Giants suck. They are terrible. Don't get me wrong, I'm a bigger fan than anybody (and no, not a bandwagon fan like 80% of you who are reading this), but we have seriously gone from dominating the entire MLB, to probably one of the worst. At some point we can't only rely on our pitching to carry us through like they have in the past, we need to start waking up our bats in a bad way. Yes, I know we have Buster Posey, Freddy Sanchez and Nate Shierholtz on the IR. They were some of our best offensive hitters, but that is not an excuse. We are 6 games back in the NL West, behind the Diamondbacks. Of course we are down, but we are not out. It is so important that we sweep them in our upcoming series. So Giants, get you heads out of your butts and start playing like you all know how.