Doctors

I hate the doctor with a passion, nothing against doctors themselves most of them are nice people, however they always giveme bad news. The waiting room is awkward and full of outdated parenting magaizines and it is quiet. Silent almost, except for the occassional screaming child. Plus they give you forms to fill out; the same forms everytime you go. No, my anwers to these generic questions have not changed since the five months you last asked me. Then they procede to give cookie-cutter information.

"Oh youre leg hurts? Then you should rest and ice." I know, I know, that's the same information you've been giving me for the past five months. Care to give me more useful information, like maybe what is actually wrong with it? You went through years of medical school and all you cant tell me is rest and ice? Well, after months of pain they finally decide it is okay to give me a bone scan,the result? A stress fracture, right at the beginning of my cross country season. Thank you doctor for delaying my treatment for five months, you have been very helpful.

Managing Cross Country:D

Pereira asked me to manage for the Cross Country team and without thinking twice, I accepted the offer. I love the people who are on the team and managing will also get me TONS of community servic hours. The only thing that sucks is that it's always freaking hot outside, and I know I shouldn't be complaining because I'm not even running, but...EW.
I don't like the heat. I'ma be all sweaty (the runners will definitely be more sweaty though.) In an example of the journalistic style that Nichols is trying to teach us....

"That is so nasty," said Amanda Wong.

Camp Winthers!

Today by one o’clock this afternoon I, along with the majority of the Cross Country team, will be on a bus headed to Camp Winthers near Lake Tahoe. Every year a group of about 35 runners who dedicated themselves during the summer months are invited to spend the weekend at camp. Contrary to what others might believe, we do a lot of other activities besides run. We hike, swim, play games, perform skits/cheers, roast marshmallows, and simply just hang out with each other. Camp Winthers not only gives us a change of scenery and temperature, but also provides an opportunity to become better friends with our teammates. The camp is run by the San Juan Unified School District and is equipped to feed and house large groups of people. We stay in cabins that have about ten beds inside, but because the girl’s team refuses to be separated we usually add about four cots and all cram into one cabin. I’m really looking forward to this weekend but am sad this is my last year to go. I am really going to miss camping with the team.

Crisis Averted

After having a tiresome day that consisted of learning that my stock investments in AP Econ were plummeting mercilessly, having the first AP Bio test of the year, getting up in front of the class in AP Stats only to have done the requested homework problem completely wrong, and accepting the consequences for not taking P.E. my sophomore year by spending a class period out in the sun swimming laps, I was in the mood for a big, filling meal. To take my mind off of the horrid day, my mom and I took a trip to Safeway in order to get the ingredients for a dinner that partially got inspiration from Italian cooking with the odd pairing of very un-Italian potato salad. With our hands full of a large loaf of fresh baked bread for bruschetta, garlic bread, pasta, and potato salad, we left the grocery store thinking we had a can of Hunts pasta sauce at home. But we thought wrong. Upon assembling the meal, the absence of pasta sauce that should have topped off my mound of spaghetti finally came to my notice. Thankfully, my mother, the great improviser of cooking, whipped up an impeccable homemade pasta sauce from a can of tomato sauce, fresh basil and tomatoes from our backyard, garlic, onions, and black pepper. And velato! The crisis was averted and I was able to enjoy the hearty meal I desired.

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.