Everything Counts

Have you ever thought about it? Every move you make, every test you take, every homework assignment. Every assessment, every grade, everything counts. All of the grades you get in your classes get put on a transcript. Every academic decision that you make influences where you will end up after you graduate.

I want to go to college. A university. I am getting out of the town that I live in. I'm going to U Dub, moving to Seattle, and I am not coming back. That's the problem with so many people where I live. This town is like a vortex. It sucks people back in, even if they try to escape. They might move away, but then they'll move back. I'm not doing that. I want my life, or the rest of it after I graduate high school, to be in Seattle.

That may sound like I'm thinking way too far ahead, but that's the reality of high school. Planning ahead. Trying to figure out what you want to do with your life. Speaking of which, I have a pretty good idea of what I want to do when I grow up. But then, do you ever have that moment when you think of another idea. It's a smack in the face. A curve ball that makes you re-think your plans. Maybe I can find a happy medium. I hope.

Freshman Fears

These have come across my mind frequently. Every day that goes by, we inch closer to the first day. Insert expletive here.

So, why not share my deepest fears about freshman year, particularly the first day, to an unknown audience of people, if there's anyone reading this at all.

• Walking into a classroom full of seniors accidentally and having them all laugh at me
• Being in classes without any of my friends
• Going to lunch and having to sit by really weird people bc no one that you're friends with is at your lunch
• Tripping in the hallway on the first day
• This one is kind of specific to me. All of the cheerleaders wear our cheer uniforms on the first day, so I am slightly scared that my cheer skirt will go up somehow and everyone will be able to see my spandex and it will just be tacky af
• Spilling my lunch while walking to my seat
• Having people from my school find out about this blog. Actually, since I'm anonymous, that wouldn't be too bad.

8th Grade Is Over + About Me, I Guess

8th grade is over.
Done.
I will never walk back into the junior high building as a student again.

Now, we have a little over 2 months of freedom before freshman year officially begins. I still can't believe that I'm technically a high school student. Every grade that I get in class, every extracurricular that I participate in is going to be put on applications at the beginning of senior year, in the fall of 2017. I want to go to the University of Washington, and live in Seattle. That has been my dream for a long time.

But, let's focus on what's going on now. I'm a high school cheerleader. My team competes as well as performs on the sidelines at football and basketball games. We do some community service stuff also. And we condition like any other sport would-on some days, maybe harder. We have 90 minute long conditioning practices every week. Now, I have no doubts over whether cheer is a sport or not.

So, yeah.