Friday Report #3

Well, actually, today is Saturday. But I have a good excuse for being late. Yesterday, I had Fudge Eater and my dream friend, Frosting over to my house to bake. But more about that later. On to the report:

Is it really the weekend?
Once again, another week has flown by. I really don't understand how the days could possibly be disappearing so quickly and I hardly notice. I've reached another weekend (practically) unscathed, and it seems like it's been only an hour or two since I typed out my last Friday Report.

BAKE SALE
This is where Fudge Eater and Frosting come in. This summer, Fudge Eater and I are going to Europe with our French class. Naturally though, Europe for 10 days is impeccably expensive. And so, we are doing immense amounts of fundraising. To start this is a bake sale. Fudge Eater, Frosting (who is not going to Europe with us because she has already been, but we wanted her there to help and because we love her to death) and I made sugar and chocolate chop cookies, caramel topped brownies, as well as half a red velvet cake. Then, this morning after Fudge Eater had left, Frosting and I finished with the cake, made 2 batches of cupcakes (that's 68 cupcakes!) and frosted everything. I have also spent all day packaging our goods and attempting to store them in our PACKED refridgerator.


That's all the baked goods.

And here:

are the adorable sugar cookies.

(My appologies for the poor lighting, it was raining and the table, as you may be able to see, is by a large window. This makes for near zero lighting.)


PE
PE has quickly become my most disliked class. This week we have done a 12 minute run I have dubbed as "hell sped up", many many squats, more walking lunges than I care to count, and I serious medicine ball workout. And that's just the rigorous stuff. Being about the farthest thing from athletic or even very physically active(but don't get me wrong, I am in tip-top shape), PE is rapidly becoming a 2 hour glimpse of hell. Ow, I now I need to drag my sore self out of bed to get some water.

HOMECOMING!
Homecoming is "coming"! Only 27 days to get myself a date. Looks like I'll be going alone. YEY! (Insert sarcasm here.)

Anyway, have a great week everyone! Next Friday, I'll update you on the bake sale, homecoming date, and more. Tune in for the next: (professional newscasting music)
FRIDAY REPORT (deep manly voice).


Always,
Hope

PS-- Frosting, "damn is good! damn is good" (insert happy dance.) "damn is good! damn is good."...

Friday Report #2

Oh my gosh, this week has flown by. I woke up (or more, my dad frantically woke me up telling me I had to be to school in 30 minutes and reminding me that the drive takes 20 minutes) this morning and when I glanced at my calendar (my day planner in the car on the way to school)and was shocked to see it was Friday.

It was a good week, and while everything I write about today is pretty negative, the week was really a good one.

Real, true Freshman Friday: A horror that's not so horrifying
Today was the official "Freshman Friday". And thankfully, I have no reports of any FF activity. So, all future freshmen attending Eggo Academy (I'm not going to put my real school name) DON'T WORRY. The teachers are serious when they say that hazing is not permitted, and you won't get condoms full of shaving cream or batteries thrown at you-- if you're smart, that is.

Dance tonight!
The first school dance was tonight! I didn't go though, so I can't exactly report on it. I actually wanted to go, but my dad decided that he didn't want to drive all 15 miles to the high school to drop me off. However, after seeing how "bummed" (her word,not mine) I was at not being able to go; my mom promised I could go to my next dance.
Which is... HOMECOMING! But I have made a promise to myself: I will not go to homecoming like the pathetic loser I am. I will only go if I have a date. I know that sounds stuck up, but as much as I love my friends, it's seriously time for me to take action on the crush I've had for 2 and a half years.

PE Embarrassment
I am what you might call delicate. Even moderate heat affects me quite negatively, which makes me glad I live in the mountains. And rigorous exercise (okay, running or jogging) almost always makes me dizzy. That said, it's only to be expected that heat and exercise is a dangerous combo.
Today the temperature reached 96 at around the time i had PE in the late morning. And we were running on the turf, where, on average, it is 20 degree hotter! So we were jogging at a rather slow pace for a pretty long distance in that heat, and right at the end: boom! My head started throbbing and the edges of the world started going black. I knew I was going to faint, and I needed to get to softer ground. So I turned around and faced my PE teacher and began a slow lumber towards her, hoping I wouldn't collapse immediately.
Unfortunately, hoping doesn't help, and as soon as I reached her,, I was able to mutter something like, "I don't feel well," or, "I feel faint," (I honestly don't remember what I said)before crumbling at her feet.
I must have been out for a minute or more, because when I was able to open my eyes, she was shading me with her clip board and calling frantically for the TA to get me some help.
I quickly assured her that I was fine, and to prove it, sat up. That's the only positive thing about fainting rather often, you know what pushes your limits and sends you back under and what will just prove that you're okay. After a minute or so of trying to recover, I walked back to the locker room with the rest of the class and dressed back down.
I escaped the not so dainty swoon with just a throbbing headache for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon, a red face from my embarrassment (I mean, I fainted in front of the rest of the class!), and a deep exhaustion. So, tonight at only 11:30 PM, I'm going to bed.

In closing, it has been a wonderful second week and I am excited for next. There's just one thing I'm not excited for: my next chance to faint. Ugh, I hate my body sometimes, it's so weak!

Goodnight y'all. I hope you had as good a week as I did (minus the passing out).

Always,
Hope

It's Friday

It's Friday, actually it's nearly midnight, so by the time I post this, it'll be Saturday.


Freshman Friday: Horror of High School
Today was "Freshmen Friday", the day every high school freshman fears most. Okay, so technically, the worst is yet to come when the official FF rolls around next Friday at the welcome back rally, but there was a nice little slice of freshman terrorizing today. First, at a bus stop this morning, some upperclassmen used some zip ties to keep the freshmen under control. Basically, they tied them up. And there were a few water-balloons thrown. One of said water balloons landed quite near to my foot, and let me tell you, it was not water in it. It was some sort of yellowish liquid. But since the splash did hit my face, I'm praying that it was just apple juice.


Friday Report
This week has been incredible. The high school is so foreign and so different than the tiny school I got used to last year. I was thrust from a school with less than 300 students in the entire school, K-8 into a school with a few THOUSAND students. Just getting to class, I feel like a salmon swimming upstream in the river of upperclassmen.
I have also developed a healthy respect for aforementioned upperclassmen, not just because they could throw me in a dumpster at any second, but because they deserve that respect. They're all so much more knowledgeable than me about everything from Calculus to relationships. And even though I'm taller than a few of the seniors I have spoken to, I look up to them in hopes that I'll amaze freshmen someday as much as they do me.



For now, I'm thinking it's bedtime for me. It's not even that late (ten till midnight), but I'm exhausted after waking up at 5 AM this morning. Goodnight y'all, I hope your first week of school has/was/will be as smooth and awe inspiring as mine (standing next to a buff football playing senior is an experience that will make you feel small and feminine as well as be a surreal experience that nothing compares to.)

Always,
Hope

I'm baaack!

I'm back. Actually, I've been back for 4 and a half hours. But I had homework and a little bit of school shopping (more binders, oh joy) to take care of. But now, as I am about to go to bed, I will write y'all a post (still hooked on "y'all". My, how a week spent in the south can change a person!).

First, I'll start with the pictures:



This one was my outfit. A simple gray tee shirt with colorful pieces woven into the fabric (my dad absolutely insisted that I wear a tee shirt instead of the cream blouse I was going to wear so I would blend in until I was comfortable enough to stand out) paired with also simple denim shorts from Old Navy, my late summer staple. Because it was chilly this morning, I threw on a punch of color with my lime green blazer.







Because no outfit would be complete without shoes, I added two pictures of my second color pop, my purple faux-suede wedges.




And lastly, my minimal jewelry, a diamond encrusted key necklace that my mom gave me. I've been wearing it every day since she bought it for me and since then, nothing but good things have been happening, so I wore it for good luck. It worked! I had a great day.






Well, I'm out of time. I'm tired and I have to wake up at 5:30 to be at school on time, so I better go to bed. I promise that not all my schoolyear posts will be so vauge and offer just about no information. I'll clear time in my schedule if not tomorrow, then soon. For now, it's time to shut my laptop down and go wash off my silver eyeliner and mascara (the only makeup I wore today). Goodnight y'all!

Always,
Hope

Eh My Gosh

Eh. My. Gosh. It's 7:12 on the morning of August 9th, 2010. In 10 minutes, I am departing for the highschool.

Yes, that's right. School starts today. Later thiks afternoon, you'll be getting a long post which will include how the day went and pictures of my first day outfit.

Anyway, it's time for me to go. Wish me luck!

Always,
Hope