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I'm an expressive person. I enjoy expression. Emotion, atleast.
It's the second day of school, and I've met all my teachers. I start off with Gym and Chorus, and I already know my Chorus teacher, so nothing new about him.
Then there's second period. Math. Math B2. Enriched.
I was late on the first and second days, but my teacher was apathetic about it.
Actually, she's apathetic in general.
Always.
I didn't mind as much the first day that she had to talk in a monotone voice for 40 minutes, it's the first day, there's instruction to be given.
The second day? We were reviewing complex fractions with negative exponents, and all she did was assign us problems and go over them.
In a monotone voice, all the way.
For an hour and a half.
Third period I have a Health teacher who puts her opinions into teaching the course, but she had a fun activity today, so it's possible to bear her.
Even though I have lunch inbetween that period, and I sit next to a poster of gonorrhea. Whatever.
Fourth is by far my favorite. My school has come up with this witty new course recently, and they call it Globish. Global History and English combined. See? Told you it was witty.
My English teacher is the complete opposite of my monotone Math teacher. She puts passion into her teaching, I could tell even on the first day.
My global teacher is absolutely hilarious, and claims to be the biggest nerd in the school, and dares us to challenge him.
I did, and he started to take my challenge serious when I was the only person to raise my hand when he asked if anyone kept a blog.
So, with that pick-me-up at the end of the day, and Health being bearable, all I have to do is get through monotone math land and I'll survive my day.
Masque and Mime starts soon enough, anyways :]
So it's a week into summer, or two, I've lost count.
I'm going to make this summer actually eventful. I haven't stayed home for more than two days straight, which tends to make my mom mad but I find utterly amazing.
Actually, I'm broke this summer. But that's okay. My mom doesn't want to drive me places? I'll ride my bike. I want to go on a ton of mini adventures this summer. I want to explore places I haven't been yet. I want to find all the trestles of W-Ville. (I've heard there are 7, I've seen 4.)
Basically? I want to be obsessed with the notion of being young. I want to have fun with the immaturity I can get away with at this age.
Wanna come for the ride? :]
So, I'm sure you're either in one of a couple of states: you're either simply, blah or unchanged, happy, sad or depressed, or confused. Personally, I believe these emotions come from when you focus too much on the main things at hand all the time. Sometimes, it's okay to break free, have some fun, and enjoy the little things, silly things, that you didn't think could really give you a great day.
It's finals week for my friends and I, and everyone is a bit stressed. School, being cooped up thanks to the weather, it works wonders on our minds. We decided to have a day to just go to the mall and act like complete idiots. It was great.
First off, I've been the the mall many times, and done many of the same things, but they weren't quite as interesting. We rode on 25 cent kiddie rides, we went to Spencers and got dirty looks for not quite being over 18, we were pretty much obnoxious everywhere we went. I'm obnoxious many times, so why did this seem so much more fun?
Because my friends and I were distracted. Not once did any of us think about ending a marking period or anything stressfull. We focused on the now, the things we were doing at the moment, and not the overall situations we were in.
So, next time you find yourself stressed, or unhappy or anything of that sort
forget it all for a while. Go to a mall. Get a million dirty looks for being obnoxious. It's fun. I promise.
What do you do for fun? If you live near a city, or if you at least own a car or have some method of transportation, you most likely go out with your friends. To see the latest movie everyone is talking about, to go walk aimlessly around a mall, things of that sort. If you're like me though, and live in a small town and can't drive yet, you have to figure out other ways to stay sane. The town I live in spans approximately two miles. The center of town, with a few family businesses, spans approximately two blocks. With no form of entertainment, no movie theater, no mall, no bowling alley, we find ourselves stuck finding other ways to enjoy ourselves. During the spring, summer, and fall, we usually walk around aimlessly, finding entertainment along the way. We usually end up at one of the town's three parks, pretending we're five years old and running around. During the winter, we end up in a state of boredom, and are home writing blogs way too often. We would love to walk around when the air is at a comfortable eighteen degrees Fahrenheit, but we can't yet afford to pay those medical bills. The other day though, my friends and I found fun during December.We attempted the walking-around-aimlessly thing, and found ourselves at a downhill road covered in a sheet of ice. Who ever said you needed ice skates to ice skate? Of course, I was too afraid of falling and cracking my skull to slide down that hill without holding onto a friend for dear life, but still, it was more fun that I had all winter. At the end of the day, I was thinking. Who ever said you needed movies or the mall to have fun? Just like people can find joy in small things, people can also find fun in the strangest ways.
I was a little iffy at first about starting a blog. What would I write? What's the point? Would anyone even want to read it? Well, I finally decided to go for it. I find myself captivated by the strangest, random things, and it's a pleasure I wish I could share with the world. The name, Sunshine, Dandylions and Rocks, is comprised of the random things that made me smile today. Sunshine, itself, has always made me happy, and in the middle of the winter in the northern hemisphere, it's something I miss dearly. Thinking back to the spring, and the sunshine, I remembered my joy for dandylions. It amazes me how a plant declared a weed, a disturbance to gardens, can be so beautiful in it's first stage, and then go on to represent hope on it's second stage. I'm sure everyone has at least once in their life picked up a dandylion, made a wish, and attempted to blow every single needle off in one breath. Just the sight of those needles being carried away by the wind make me hopefull. And rocks? Well, It's an interest I share with not so many people. I don't mean simply collecting rocks, I mean going up to a large boulder sticking out of the ground and classyfing the rock, and appreciating what it had to do to get there. One of my dreams is to go to the Grand Canyon, and see all the layers upon layers of rocks that are exposed there. Each layer represents a different part of Earth's story.
The dictionary defines ana as "a collection of miscellaneous information about a particular subject, person, place, or thing." That is exactly what I'm hoping this blog will be. I enjoy the small things in life, something I wish everyone can learn to do. Oh, and, my name actually is Ana, But that's a minor detail.
