Sunday, August 23, 2009
Name Explaination
P.S. to explain my blog's name: I couldn't decide which nickname to use. So I put them both on here-thought it was funny you know? The Koko Nickle.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Last Thoughts
Well I just set up my blog and have worked at trying to figure out how to make it look like I want it...so far, it isn't working. I believe I will seek the help of my sister-her blog looks professional-I'm jealous. :)
So it's the 2nd to last day of my summer. I start my senior year of high school Monday. Am I excited? Sort of. Am I sad? Sort of. I have many mixed emotions. I can't wait to graduate and finally be through with all of the drama of high school: the cheerleaders, the off and on couples (it's like trying to keep up with a celebrity's love life!), the crazy science teachers, only 4 minutes in between each class, having 8 classes a day...yes, these are the things I will NOT miss about high school. Of course, not all cheerleaders are bad and the crazy science teachers make the day fun. But I still think I'll appreciate not dealing with all of that every day.
However, there are also several things I will miss: of course my friends-mainly Laura and Emily, my two best friends since elementary school. We aren't going to the same college. I'm not too sure what I'll do the first day of college...it'll be the first year I don't have any classes with them. We won't be able to talk about homework, teachers, friends, or how much we can't wait to get out of there anymore. We'll be out---finally. But I trust God and His plan. We won't fall apart. We'll stay strong. We have so far-through so many arguments, fights, and tears. "A cord of three strands is not quickly broken." -Ecc. 4:12 Yeah Satan, you've tried but you've failed. God is the center of our relationship and forever will be. I love you guys.
I'll also miss knowing every person at school, saying hi to all the teachers as I walk down the halls; I'll miss the gym, football field, the band hall, the lockers (oh how I took them for granted), I'll miss the Rayisms. :) My band director, Mr. Ray has made a big impact on our school. He's changing our band-a full 180 degree turn. But he takes every opportunity he gets to teach anybody something about life. About how our parents really do know what they're talking about. They've been on both sides of the fence...we (as youth) have only been on one. "There's two kinds of people in this world: young and stupid and old and wise." He's taught us the difference between success and failure. He's taught us that we have to want to be taught in order to learn. That there are three types of mistakes: "The first time you make it, it's a mistake. The second time...you need to fix it. And the third time...it's now a stupid mistake." "If you keep on doing what you've always done, you will keep on getting what you've always got." These are Rayisms.
So Monday I start my final year in Blooming Grove, Texas. In between all of the football games, senior banquets, college and scholarship applications, birthdays, holidays, sports games, and homework, I will find time to enjoy every last moment I have with the people I have grown up with, the people who have made me who I am-because once I leave...I probably won't see many of them again.
Wish me luck!
So it's the 2nd to last day of my summer. I start my senior year of high school Monday. Am I excited? Sort of. Am I sad? Sort of. I have many mixed emotions. I can't wait to graduate and finally be through with all of the drama of high school: the cheerleaders, the off and on couples (it's like trying to keep up with a celebrity's love life!), the crazy science teachers, only 4 minutes in between each class, having 8 classes a day...yes, these are the things I will NOT miss about high school. Of course, not all cheerleaders are bad and the crazy science teachers make the day fun. But I still think I'll appreciate not dealing with all of that every day.
However, there are also several things I will miss: of course my friends-mainly Laura and Emily, my two best friends since elementary school. We aren't going to the same college. I'm not too sure what I'll do the first day of college...it'll be the first year I don't have any classes with them. We won't be able to talk about homework, teachers, friends, or how much we can't wait to get out of there anymore. We'll be out---finally. But I trust God and His plan. We won't fall apart. We'll stay strong. We have so far-through so many arguments, fights, and tears. "A cord of three strands is not quickly broken." -Ecc. 4:12 Yeah Satan, you've tried but you've failed. God is the center of our relationship and forever will be. I love you guys.
I'll also miss knowing every person at school, saying hi to all the teachers as I walk down the halls; I'll miss the gym, football field, the band hall, the lockers (oh how I took them for granted), I'll miss the Rayisms. :) My band director, Mr. Ray has made a big impact on our school. He's changing our band-a full 180 degree turn. But he takes every opportunity he gets to teach anybody something about life. About how our parents really do know what they're talking about. They've been on both sides of the fence...we (as youth) have only been on one. "There's two kinds of people in this world: young and stupid and old and wise." He's taught us the difference between success and failure. He's taught us that we have to want to be taught in order to learn. That there are three types of mistakes: "The first time you make it, it's a mistake. The second time...you need to fix it. And the third time...it's now a stupid mistake." "If you keep on doing what you've always done, you will keep on getting what you've always got." These are Rayisms.
So Monday I start my final year in Blooming Grove, Texas. In between all of the football games, senior banquets, college and scholarship applications, birthdays, holidays, sports games, and homework, I will find time to enjoy every last moment I have with the people I have grown up with, the people who have made me who I am-because once I leave...I probably won't see many of them again.
Wish me luck!
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