Don't open that door!

When you open the front door in the morning, what would you see and what do you want to change?

            Waking up in the morning is so dreadful to me. I can’t stand getting out of my warm, messy bed onto the cold, unforgiving tiled floor. Every morning I get a call from my dad. He and I live in separate houses, and I’m currently housing a couple of my cousins who are supposed to keep an eye out for me while my mom is away on a business trip.

            My dad always calls at exactly 6:00 AM. There hasn’t been one time where he has ever called me later than that (except for that one time where he thought that I was being dropped off by someone else). I hear the phone as it rings, and I hate the sound it makes; “Crrrrrring! Crrrrrring! Crrrrrring!” Okay, okay! I’ll answer it! I pick up the phone and I answer with the clearest voice I can possibly speak with at six in the morning (though, I still end up sounding like a drunken man at an English pub at three in the morning).

            Even though my dad calls, I pretend to be awake telling him that I’m up and ready to get dressed, when in reality, I’m slowly going back to sleep for another twenty minutes or so. My body automatically wakes up at 6:40 on weekday mornings because I know that if I don’t have at least twenty minutes of getting-ready time, I’ll look like complete rubbish for school.

            When I open my bedroom door, I see down the hallway; at the end of the hallway, I see a mirror. Unfortunately, this mirror only shows how horrible I look in the morning. I enjoy the mirror being there because I can take a gander at myself once in a while, but in the morning, I just wish it were moved. I don’t need to be reminded of how completely disgusting I look; my messed up hair that I put in a bun the night before; my smeared makeup that I forgot to wipe off; my pyjama top that has found its way off my shoulder.

            

Utopia: My Idea of Paradise

           Paradise; a wonderful thing if you're in your own. My idea of a perfect paradise is somewhere I'm totally submerged in silence. When I say silence, I mean the total absence of other people. When I'm alone I feel free, I feel that I'm not only happy, but content with myself and my surroundings. The air is just above room temperature and it's just perfect enough to wear a yellow tank top with blue denim shorts and a pair of flip-flops that hang off my toes when I cross my legs. I'll be sitting in a nice cushioned chair complimented by a desk that is settled just above my belly. Of course, what you may think if I'm sitting on a char at a table that I must be reading a book; indeed, I will, in fact, be reading a book, but the book isn't just any book, it's Facebook. 

          Oh Facebook, the wonders of Facebook; the magnificence of Facebook; the lure of Facebook; the provocation of Facebook. The wonders of Facebook can keep you in its grasp for as long as you can bare. When I'm on Facebook, I'm contacting other people while being alone; while not looking into their eyes; while being immersed in silence. On the other hand, if things get too quiet, there is a chance that I may turn on the music player on my computer. The ideal music for me is a mix: the Beatles, the Who, Queen, the All-American Rejects, and maybe some Fallout Boy and Green Day (mainly anything that's bearable to the ears). The volume of my music will depend on my mood. If I'm in a blissful, exultant mood I'll set the volume up high where I can be able to get up and dance in front of the mirror when I feel the urge to. Although, if I'm in a mellow, withdrawn mood, I'll set the volume low so I can chill to the sounds of the Beatles.   

Sleep Deprivation and Students.

Sleep deprivation and students are linked together by various reasons. One reason is the technology that is available to them; texting, IM-ing; the everyday use of the computer. All these reasons are what many students are being held up late for. Because they are students, they tend to stay up late doing the homework that should have been done beforehand.

            Sleep deprivation in young adults may increase their risk for depression. Studies show that students who stay up late at a constant rate, have a higher risk for mental illness than those who obtain the full eight hours of sleep they need for their bodies and minds to function properly.

            Lack of sleep may also lead to a weight issue. When teenagers do not get the normal amount of sleep they need, their bodily hormones which regulate appetite are affected.

            Of course, students who stay up late are very likely to be awake studying or working on other school-related subjects. Working on assignments at such late hours leaves the brain exhausted. Because of this, performance in school is greatly affected; listening skills, schoolwork, and more are all affected by lack of sleep.

            When students don’t get the number of hours of sleep each night, they become very irritable and aggressive, and have a higher chance of losing their temper or getting into a fight. Most importantly, not getting an adequate amount of sleep may affect the future of each student. Students who are not consistent with sleeping patterns are at a higher risk of getting low grades which will affect them when applying to college.

            The required amount of sleep for teenagers is roughly around 9.25 hours long; it varies among students. So what I’m trying to say is that you should get your studies done ahead of time then play, so when it’s late, you don’t have to worry about getting the rest of your work completed. 

Lady Godiva

Just a set of lyrics from one of my favorite songs from Queen: Don't stop me now.

Well, here it goes!

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time,
I feel alive and the world turning inside out, yeah!
And floating around in ecstasy.
So, don't stop me now, don't stop me
'cause I'm having a good time, having a good time.

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
like a tiger defying the laws of gravity.
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva.
I'm gonna go, go, go
there's no stopping me.

I'm burning through the sky, yeah!
Two hundred degrees.
That's why they call me mister Fahrenheit.
I'm traveling at the speed of light.
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you.

Don't stop me now. I'm having such a good time.

I'm having a ball. Don't stop me now.
If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call.
Don't stop me now ('cause I'm havin' a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes, I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all

I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars,
on a collision course.
I am a satellite; I'm out of control.
I am a sex machine ready to reload;
like an atom bomb about to
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, explode!

I'm burning through the sky, yeah!
Two hundred degrees.
That's why they call me mister Fahrenheit.
I'm traveling at the speed of light.
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you.

Don't stop me, don't stop me,
don't stop me, hey, hey, hey!
Don't stop me, don't stop me, ooh, ooh, ooh, (I like it).
Don't stop me, don't stop me,
have a good time, good time.
Don't stop me, don't stop me, ah!

I'm burning through the sky, yeah!
Two hundred degrees.
That's why they call me mister Fahrenheit.
I'm travling at the speed of light.
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you.

Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time.
I'm having a ball. Don't stop me now.
If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call.
Don't stop me now ('cause I'm havin' a good time)
Don't stop me now (yes I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all.

Adequate?

           My anxiety levels are shooting through the roof the past few weeks. It's been nothing but excruciating headaches and hatred towards everyone. It's like PMS but ten times worst. At least with PMS it'll go away after a couple days. This, unfortunately, won't.
           Why me? First, I'm stuck at home with my cousins; it's nice to see them and all, but usually when I'm home, I'm alone. I like being alone, it helps me think things through so that my life could be less stressful and a bit more bearable.
           When I'm not alone, and I'm constantly surrounded by people, I'll co crazy; I'll literally go crazy! I'll isolate myself in a corner of my house, and not say anything. My mind hasn't had any time to recuperate its thoughts and release some unwanted tensions. My mind is pretty much a ticking time bomb that'll go off any second.
           I can't wait till my mom gets back from her business trip, because she's the only one who understands that I need my alone time. No one else seems to realize that I'm better off alone; I'd survive if I didn't have friends; I'd do fine if no one liked me; I'd be fine if I was the last person on Earth. Really. If you ignored my presence, I could care less. I like being alone. Usually, when people are alone for an extended period of time, they'll go crazy, as for me, I'd go crazy if I were being surrounded by people at a regular amount of time.
          

"Mah Heerow"

           My hero is not technically one person, but four. If you don't know me well, you probably don't have a clue of what I'm talking about. Well, the four people are the Beatles! Yes, the Beatles! They pretty much saved me from musical slaughter. You see, before I was interested in the Beatles, I was interested in a mixed variety of musical genres. I never based myself on a solid type of music, so my choices were pretty much like a roller coaster.
           During the 8th grade, my school had a Spring Musical; the theme was the Beatles. I never thought much of the Beatles when I first started hearing them. I've heard a number of their songs while I was younger, but no one in my family was a strong advocate for the Beatles, and that rubbed off on me. It took a while for me to get interested in them, and when I did, oh boy, did I.
           It was like the second Beatlemania for me! It was Beatles, Beatles, BEATLES! Everywhere. Paul McCartney, John Lennon, Ringo Starr, and George Harrison saved my soul (even though I don't believe in souls; hypothetically speaking, they saved my soul), and I thank them for that.

LONG LIVE THE BEATLES.

Perfectly

           That feeling: the agonizing feeling of knowing that there is an energy force around that is unable to fade. That noise: the chattering noise of the fingernails of the nuisance just might push a being into insanity. The repetitive giggling of the spaces that should be empty are getting more conspicuous by the second—makes even the strongest of minds scatter pointlessly into the voids of the subconscious.

           Oh, the nostalgia! The bittersweet nostalgia! The nights that held the mind in torture are over. Finally, a time for the mind to release its containments; it transitions from insanity and anxiety to peace and serenity—alone.  

Kind of a depressing piece, but it explains in literate terms that my life right now, is filled with anxiety and warfare between the two haves of my mind. If you don't see past the big words, then you won't know how I'm feeling at the moment. And if you don't know what word the title derives from, you won't understand what I'm longing for. 

It's not only a test for my mind, but yours.

Halloween!!

The lucky few who attended the SIS Halloween dance were lucky, indeed. There were a lot of things to do, and STUCO did a good job occupying the classrooms to make the dance more entertaining. The library was where all the dancing was held. There was a freeze dance competition; Jessica Soll, 12^th, won that challenge.

            Mr. Tessen’s room was the movie room where the students watched scary films. Mrs. Ayeras’ room was used for taking pictures, and was also used as a video game room where everyone was welcomed to entertain themselves by playing Super Mario on the Wii. The hallway was wonderfully decorated with multiple light colors and spider webs surrounding the walls and the lockers. Also in the hallway was the buffet of sweets and snacks. (It was quite delicious if you ask me!)

            Towards the end of the dance, there was a costume competition held; the scariest, the cutest, and the overall winner. Josh Tured, 9^th, won the scariest, Abel Pellegrino, 10^th, and Amy Hudkins, 11^th, won the cutest, and Zoe Jewell, 11^th, won overall. By 10 ‘o clock, the students were out of the building with the free snacks they were asked to take home with them!

            STUCO has decided to propose a couple more dances and movie nights before the 2011 Prance. Be sure to attend the upcoming events and help support STUCO and SIS! Happy Halloween!