One of the last blogs I wanted to write was one with a class specified topic. After much thought and consideration, it was decided upon that the topic would have to be something we wouldn't otherwise write about. Something out of the norm that challenged us to delve deeper into our thoughts and pull out something that we may not have known was even residing there. As soon as Ms. Lester gave us this idea, I immediately knew what I wanted to write about.
This past summer was the best one of my life...so far. I spent it pushing limits and exploring not only Europe, but more importantly the person I really was. The plan was to spend a month and a half in Europe visiting family and taking some personal time to relax and have fun. I was overwhelmed with excitement because this meant I would be spending two weeks in Greece with my 21 year old cousin. She is the closest thing I have to a sister and I love being around her. We're two of a kind, which naturally worried my dad. We had the same impulsive crazy nature that he always made sure to keep in check. He loosened the reins once we arrived, though. He was busy focusing on having his own fun with my mom, aunt, and uncle.
Sophia and I spent those two weeks in Greece in a blur of parties, restaurants, shopping trips, ice cream, and boys. It was the most amazing time of my life. I barely had time to catch my breath. It was a whirlwind of excitement that made me want to burst with life. There was no period of dullness.
The thing about Greece is that it's notorious for its night life. People go out at 11 and stay out til 5. Sophia was used to this and her parents were immune to protective feelings over her when she went out. My dad...not so much. One of my last nights there, Sophia and I were getting ready to go out to a big club on the nearby island. It was almost midnight when you heard our heels click clacking down the hall almost to the door, when my dad walked out of his room. He took one look at me and said "You're not going out. It's too late." Despite my pleading and begging, he stood strong to his decision. I was beginning to think it was hopeless when a sudden emotion stirred in me.
No! I AM going out. How many times in my life will I say I went out to party in Greece?! I'm not going to waste my time stuck in a house with all this life bustling around me. I was going to be with Sophia and I instantly knew we'd be safe. I glared him straight in the eye and grabbed the key. With one last glance I said "Yes I am. There's nothing you can do about it." and walked out the door.
Naturally, my dad was furious of my defiance for a day or so. When he calmed down, it was as if he was seeing me in a new light. The ordering was gone and was replaced with requests and compromises. I think that was the night that my dad saw I wasn't his little girl anymore. I think it scared him a little because now I could stand up to him. That was also the night I grew up a little. I realized my parents had good intentions, but in the end, no one knew it better then I did so I had to trust myself and my decisions. From then on, the reins have loosened to the point where they're not there anymore and I've dealt with the responsibility very well.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Heels are a guy's invention to make it harder for women to run away
As I'm sitting here on a cold metal chair, my torso is currently being compressed slightly by a black corset dress to the point where I can't comfortably breathe out. What a great way to start the morning eh?
Today the notion popped into my head that there's something I really want to talk about. Clothes. Typical you say. Girls and clothes. Especially Raisa and clothes. What's she going to say. "Oh my gosh! I like got this like pair of super cute jeans at like Hollister and they were sooooo fetch!" Not exactly. Yes, clothes are a great way to express yourself and show your true individuality. They are like living art but even better because life is experienced in them. This is all very true yet I've noticed a trend happening. A lot more importance has been put into clothes and people forget one thing. Clothes are skin deep. They're shallow and unimportant compared to everything else about a person.
I had a friend who was dating a guy for about two years. Now that's a long time to be with someone and of course, over time they had grown to become used to each other . They had their fair share of disputes and rough patches but they seemed to be going strong. One day out of nowhere the guy dumps the girl. Do you know the reasoning he gave her? It's the most ridiculous thing in the world! He said he was sick of seeing her in sweat pants! Now I understand that sometimes you want to see your significant other dress up and make some effort for you but to break up with someone over something as insignificant as sweats is ridiculous! Every time I think about it, I get upset all over again! I always hear girls commenting on how guys are so much meaner to them or tease them when they decide to "scrub" it at school. The sad truth of it all is that how you look today really plays a big role in how you are defined. It's not a good thought to keep in mind, but it's a realistic one. That's how our society works now. (Well unless you're in a nudist colony. Then, I think you have bigger problems then that. Especially if you're in a nudist colony that lives in Wisconsin.)
Everyday in school, I hear the click clack of heels on the tile floors of my school and when I look up, I see girls stumbling over themselves not to fall. They're squeezing themselves into this or bulging out of that and you can tell by the look on their faces that they realize this was a bad idea. I've had it happen too. I've worn things that I probably shouldn't have. You know how I know this now? Because looking back on it, I remember not feeling comfortable. That's the biggest thing. Whatever you're doing or wearing (in this case), you should feel comfortable because that means you're confident and that feeling will radiate throughout. Without getting mushy that just means, if you want to wear rain boots, go for it! If you can't walk in heels, it's okay. Not every single girl has to be dressed as if they just got off the cat walk.
I've been able to type this blog without popping a button or zipper on my dress. I'll be okay for now but as soon as I get home, I'm going to change right into some soffee shorts and a Ohio State tshirt and I don't care what any one has to say about it!
Today the notion popped into my head that there's something I really want to talk about. Clothes. Typical you say. Girls and clothes. Especially Raisa and clothes. What's she going to say. "Oh my gosh! I like got this like pair of super cute jeans at like Hollister and they were sooooo fetch!" Not exactly. Yes, clothes are a great way to express yourself and show your true individuality. They are like living art but even better because life is experienced in them. This is all very true yet I've noticed a trend happening. A lot more importance has been put into clothes and people forget one thing. Clothes are skin deep. They're shallow and unimportant compared to everything else about a person.
I had a friend who was dating a guy for about two years. Now that's a long time to be with someone and of course, over time they had grown to become used to each other . They had their fair share of disputes and rough patches but they seemed to be going strong. One day out of nowhere the guy dumps the girl. Do you know the reasoning he gave her? It's the most ridiculous thing in the world! He said he was sick of seeing her in sweat pants! Now I understand that sometimes you want to see your significant other dress up and make some effort for you but to break up with someone over something as insignificant as sweats is ridiculous! Every time I think about it, I get upset all over again! I always hear girls commenting on how guys are so much meaner to them or tease them when they decide to "scrub" it at school. The sad truth of it all is that how you look today really plays a big role in how you are defined. It's not a good thought to keep in mind, but it's a realistic one. That's how our society works now. (Well unless you're in a nudist colony. Then, I think you have bigger problems then that. Especially if you're in a nudist colony that lives in Wisconsin.)
Everyday in school, I hear the click clack of heels on the tile floors of my school and when I look up, I see girls stumbling over themselves not to fall. They're squeezing themselves into this or bulging out of that and you can tell by the look on their faces that they realize this was a bad idea. I've had it happen too. I've worn things that I probably shouldn't have. You know how I know this now? Because looking back on it, I remember not feeling comfortable. That's the biggest thing. Whatever you're doing or wearing (in this case), you should feel comfortable because that means you're confident and that feeling will radiate throughout. Without getting mushy that just means, if you want to wear rain boots, go for it! If you can't walk in heels, it's okay. Not every single girl has to be dressed as if they just got off the cat walk.
I've been able to type this blog without popping a button or zipper on my dress. I'll be okay for now but as soon as I get home, I'm going to change right into some soffee shorts and a Ohio State tshirt and I don't care what any one has to say about it!
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Free Space!
Once upon a time, there was a red headed princess named Diana. No, she wasn't the one who married Prince Charles and had gorgeous blond boys. She was the 5'5ft tall princess who reigned over the realm of Cudahy. As far as kingdoms go, it clearly wasn't the best but she made do with what she had. Diana was the typical redhead. She was fiery, angry, and abusive. If you were in her favor, though, she was the biggest sweetheart you'd ever meet. What made her truly different, was that she ruled alone. She slept alone. She ate alone. She was always alone. To the perplexity of her peasants, she was as happy as a clam. That's really happy, for those of you who don't know the emotions of specific sea creatures.
One day, a somewhat scrawny knight from the bordering kingdom of Greendale decided he would bless fair Diana by making an appearance and offering his hand in marriage. This knight was called by the name Kevin. Kevin was a bit full of himself because his kingdom was cleaner, nicer, and offered more AP courses. He just rolled into Cudahy and went straight up to Diana's court. He ignored the whispers and scoffs from Diana's ladies and barged into Diana's chamber.
He found her laying on a hammock getting fed grapes by a gorgeous tan manservant. He quickly dismissed him for he needed no other audience except her to make his proposal. There was no doubt in his mind that she would accept. He had all the wenches' attention. He considered himself a great catch and Diana was the lucky one who was going to be there to catch him...or so he thought. "Diana my darling. My fair red headed beauty. We should get married, dude. You like me. I'm okay with it. Let's just do this, babe." He kneeled down on his one bony knee and waited for the waterworks.
And waited some more...
And some more...
Finally, he heard chuckling. The chuckling turned into giggling. The giggling erupted into full blown laughter that continued for a while. Kevin was stunned. He hadn't expected such a response. He didn't know how to react to this now and he was having a sensory overload. He looked up at Diana with big pleading eyes questioning her motive. She got up from her hammock and stepped over to him.
"I'm surprised you could fit into my door with that enormous head of yours...dude. Honestly Kevin, thank you so much for offering to marry me. I'm sooooo lucky. You're so perfect. You play volleyball, you ride your horse well, and you have dimples. It's everything I've ever wanted?"
"Then whats the problem?" Kevin questioned earnestly.
"Well besides your complete lack to detect sarcasm, I find you ...well...a bit repulsive. You play volleyball Kevin. Good for you. You have dimples. I have a cute rabbit nose. I win. You come from Greendale. I don't care. I just can't do a three way relationship between me you and your ginormous ego. Excuse me while I go throw up in the corner."
Kevin began to get teary eyed. No one had ever spoken to him like that ever before. Suddenly his tights felt too tight, the room too hot, and his throat was dry. He didn't know what to do. The room seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. He began to panic. All of a sudden, he pulled out the last move in his bag of tricks. He began to sing.
That's when Princess Diana did something that wasn't so lady like. She slapped him and told him to get himself together. Then, she kicked him out of her quarters and her kingdom. Stories have been told that since then, Kevin has been seen wandering naked with Eagle Scouts through the wilderness. Others say he married some big chinned troll. They are all rumors, of course. One thing is for sure though. Diana is still a redhead. (She might not always be alone, though. That's subject to change.)
One day, a somewhat scrawny knight from the bordering kingdom of Greendale decided he would bless fair Diana by making an appearance and offering his hand in marriage. This knight was called by the name Kevin. Kevin was a bit full of himself because his kingdom was cleaner, nicer, and offered more AP courses. He just rolled into Cudahy and went straight up to Diana's court. He ignored the whispers and scoffs from Diana's ladies and barged into Diana's chamber.
He found her laying on a hammock getting fed grapes by a gorgeous tan manservant. He quickly dismissed him for he needed no other audience except her to make his proposal. There was no doubt in his mind that she would accept. He had all the wenches' attention. He considered himself a great catch and Diana was the lucky one who was going to be there to catch him...or so he thought. "Diana my darling. My fair red headed beauty. We should get married, dude. You like me. I'm okay with it. Let's just do this, babe." He kneeled down on his one bony knee and waited for the waterworks.
And waited some more...
And some more...
Finally, he heard chuckling. The chuckling turned into giggling. The giggling erupted into full blown laughter that continued for a while. Kevin was stunned. He hadn't expected such a response. He didn't know how to react to this now and he was having a sensory overload. He looked up at Diana with big pleading eyes questioning her motive. She got up from her hammock and stepped over to him.
"I'm surprised you could fit into my door with that enormous head of yours...dude. Honestly Kevin, thank you so much for offering to marry me. I'm sooooo lucky. You're so perfect. You play volleyball, you ride your horse well, and you have dimples. It's everything I've ever wanted?"
"Then whats the problem?" Kevin questioned earnestly.
"Well besides your complete lack to detect sarcasm, I find you ...well...a bit repulsive. You play volleyball Kevin. Good for you. You have dimples. I have a cute rabbit nose. I win. You come from Greendale. I don't care. I just can't do a three way relationship between me you and your ginormous ego. Excuse me while I go throw up in the corner."
Kevin began to get teary eyed. No one had ever spoken to him like that ever before. Suddenly his tights felt too tight, the room too hot, and his throat was dry. He didn't know what to do. The room seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. He began to panic. All of a sudden, he pulled out the last move in his bag of tricks. He began to sing.
That's when Princess Diana did something that wasn't so lady like. She slapped him and told him to get himself together. Then, she kicked him out of her quarters and her kingdom. Stories have been told that since then, Kevin has been seen wandering naked with Eagle Scouts through the wilderness. Others say he married some big chinned troll. They are all rumors, of course. One thing is for sure though. Diana is still a redhead. (She might not always be alone, though. That's subject to change.)
Monday, May 2, 2011
These are going to be the longest four weeks of my life...
Today, I'm lucky enough to write about whatever I want. I'm sitting here...and thinking. Still thinking. Thinking harder. Thinking deeply and then ouch! I realized, I'm absolutely sick of thinking!
After coming back from spring break, I really thought my senioritis would improve. NOPE! If anything, it's gotten terribly worse! Last night, I was sitting there trying to study for my AP Calc test which I am fortunate enough to be taking in two days. I'm sitting there thinking and stressing. Stressing and thinking. What's the second derivative of this equation? Am I supposed to plug in the x coordinates to find where the graph is increasing and it's local maximum? My brain goes into instant cramp mode. It's screaming at me " WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! PUT DOWN THE MATH PACKET AND STEP AWAY FROM THE CALCULATOR. THIS HURTS. STOP PUTTING ME IN PAIN PLEASEEEE RAISA. I'VE BEEN GOOD TO YOU. I HELP AMUSE YOU, I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT SHOES ON, I STEER YOU AWAY FROM BAD DECISIONS...MOST OF THE TIME. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!"
Now, I'm a girl that tends to listen to her better judgement....most of the time. I dropped the packet down and went outside. Guess what happened? I instantly felt better. I have four weeks left. I honestly don't care anymore. I really don't. Am I going to be going home tonight and doing homework? Ha! I'm going to go and play bar league softball with my friend! These four weeks are dragging on unbelievably slow and I don't know if I can survive. Do you know Madison, LAX, and Oshkosh get done in about two weeks? Two stinkin' weeks time while I'm sitting here rotting in a plastic chair listening to talk about a market economy. My life really looks good right about now.
I've come to the conclusion that after AP and placement testing, I will be set. The biggest stress in my life will be not tripping up when I accept my diploma. From there, it's clear sailing and tanning. Hello summer, I've missed you so!
After coming back from spring break, I really thought my senioritis would improve. NOPE! If anything, it's gotten terribly worse! Last night, I was sitting there trying to study for my AP Calc test which I am fortunate enough to be taking in two days. I'm sitting there thinking and stressing. Stressing and thinking. What's the second derivative of this equation? Am I supposed to plug in the x coordinates to find where the graph is increasing and it's local maximum? My brain goes into instant cramp mode. It's screaming at me " WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! PUT DOWN THE MATH PACKET AND STEP AWAY FROM THE CALCULATOR. THIS HURTS. STOP PUTTING ME IN PAIN PLEASEEEE RAISA. I'VE BEEN GOOD TO YOU. I HELP AMUSE YOU, I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT SHOES ON, I STEER YOU AWAY FROM BAD DECISIONS...MOST OF THE TIME. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!"
Now, I'm a girl that tends to listen to her better judgement....most of the time. I dropped the packet down and went outside. Guess what happened? I instantly felt better. I have four weeks left. I honestly don't care anymore. I really don't. Am I going to be going home tonight and doing homework? Ha! I'm going to go and play bar league softball with my friend! These four weeks are dragging on unbelievably slow and I don't know if I can survive. Do you know Madison, LAX, and Oshkosh get done in about two weeks? Two stinkin' weeks time while I'm sitting here rotting in a plastic chair listening to talk about a market economy. My life really looks good right about now.
I've come to the conclusion that after AP and placement testing, I will be set. The biggest stress in my life will be not tripping up when I accept my diploma. From there, it's clear sailing and tanning. Hello summer, I've missed you so!
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