Prom Antics

So around this time of year every school has their spring dance: PROM. For ever girl they always remember their proms and what they wore and who they go with. The hair, the dress, the makeup, the man on your arm is all the important parts of making a girl’s dream.  It is the experience of a lifetime, at least it should be. For some people they choose to go with a group of friends to dance the night away, but for others they have been asked by someone special. Whether you go stag or as a couple, prom will be a fun time to make a lot of memories.

            I remember my freshman year I decided not to go, but I went all of the other proms of my high school career. I always looked forward to them, even though I am not the greatest dancer. I usually went with some friends, but I always wanted to be asked by a guy. Even though it never happened I still held my head up high and would just dance my ridiculous dances. I thought that prom was fun, the music was really good, but the part that I wasn’t too fond of was the drama that always went down.

            At Falls there was this rule that you had to be a foot or so apart when you are dancing, but no one ever followed that. The teacher supervisors I think know that the rule wasn’t going to be followed, but they tried so hard by giving warnings and saying that if anyone did it again they would be kicked out. I remember my senior prom my friend Cal, who loves being loud and over the top would get really close to every girl in our little group. Yes, he got several warnings, but he never actually got kicked out which just proves my point that prom is exciting and you should always expect the unexpected.  

 

Bullying needs to stop

This week I wanted to talk about bullying and the way that I see it. I think that bullying has been seriously increased over the years because now there is texting and social networking sites such as Facebook and Twitter for example. In school I remember getting teased, but I don’t every think that I was bullied. To me there is a definite difference between being teased and bullied. Teased can be just a playful joke, but if it becomes vicious and you find it hurtful then it has gone too far. An act of bullying would be if you are being physically pushed around or emotional battered. Bullying is a crime I believe and in a way I am glad that it is.

About 77 percent of students have admitted to being the victim of one type of bullying or another. That is terrible and I am sorry to be a part of society that intentionally abuses each other. We should love and not fight. Yes I may have teased someone a little, but let’s be real, everyone teases everyone in some way or another. I am sure that we are not proud of it, but it is just the way our environment is.

I feel that the two main places people get bullied would be at school and work. Probably more at school though. I remember being in elementary school and wanting to have friends so badly. It was winter and me and a couple of kids in my class ganged up on this one bigger kid. We all threw snowballs at him and I have always regretted it. It was mean and now I can understand that the Golden Rule really is something that I would like to live by.

 In our generation we can be mean in a whole different way. The Internet is a great research tool or a way to get connected with old buddies, but we all abuse. We update our status and maybe we forget that everyone can see it. We may not be thinking about who is going to see it and may be offended. I just wish bullying could just be careless teasing that does not get viscous.

Fashion

Fashions of our generation are so intriguing, yet make me wonder why the heck we wear these things sometimes. My mom says that my fashion sense is cute, but she often questions what I am wearing and I tell her that my outfit is in styles. My mom shrugs her shoulders and says whatever you say. I would call my style modern with a twist of vintage.

            What I mean when I say modern with a vintage twist is that my style is the skinny jeans and uggs, but I love to pair them with a slouchy shirt that I picked of from GoodWill. The slouchy shirts have the shoulder pads in them so I KNOW that they are from many years ago. I think that GoodWill has the best pieces to fulfill my vintage side. I also like to belts and purses that are older. I have this one purse that I am pretty sure was from before my time. My mom calls it a “granny purse”, but I love how it looks. I think that my style is cute, and so do my friends so I am pretty happy! There are days that I wear ridiculous stuff, but doesn’t everyone have one of those days?

            Then there are some faults to the fashion of my generation. Yes, I have to fallen into some of these bad fashions. The leggings as pants is one habit that I am guilty to doing. Leggings are just so comfortable that I literally never want to take them off. It’s like guys and their baggy shorts. I also think that wearing pajama pants when out and about has been increased. My brother wears them to school and I think that it is kind of odd. Also I don’t really like it when girls’ stomachs show. These skinny girls wear shirts that are too short and I just think that it gives girls like me a bad rap saying that every girl does that and it just inst fair. I just want everyone to have their own style that is appropriate yet fun and refreshing.

Easter Weekend

This Easter celebration was much different than any other that I have experienced. I spent all day Saturday with Tyler and his family and then Easter Sunday Tyler came over to my grandma’s house then back to Tyler’s family.

            For the first time I was with not just my family for the holiday, but with two loving and fantastic families. On Saturday, I drove to Port to meet up with Tyler and his family so we could go over to Tyler’s cousins’ house for the family gathering. We dyed and colored eggs, played Apples to Apples, ate together and celebrated Tyler’s cousin, Cassi’s birthday. The food was definitely the best part because it was something that I had never tried before, but actually ended up liking it. We had tortilla soup, tangas, which is a tortilla circle with sour cream, cheese and spicy chicken on it, and tamales and for dessert, a coconut-lemon cake. I thought it was so cool how I clicked with his family so well. I felt like I have been part of the family for years.

            On Easter Sunday, Tyler came over to my grandma’s house in Howards Grove. He walked into the door and my grandma greeted him with a handshake and a hug. It was so odd because she usually does not warm up to people that easily. I introduced him to my aunt and her boyfriend and my cousin and he was so cheery and charming. I was not sure what he would think because his family is big and loud and my family is tiny and not as talkative. I love my family, but sometimes I wish that they were more talkative. I really liked how Tyler got along with everyone and as we ate it was just like he was with us since the beginning.

            This experience was a test of our relationship in a way and I think that it made us stronger. Sharing in both Easters I gained an in on his family and he learned what my family is all about. I have a feeling that we will have many more holidays together and I really can’t wait to see what the future holds for us!

Therapy of sorts

For this blog I think that I am going to talk about therapy. Not the therapy where you are working and strengthening your muscles, but the therapy where you able to let all your worries and thoughts out in a non- judgmental environment. I truly believe that everyone should go and see a therapist because everyone has issues that they are not comfortable talking to loved ones or friends. The thing that really bothers me is that most people that I know, probably more in my age group, have a stigma that therapist are just trying to get into your business and never actually help with the issues that you feel are causing you great distress.

I have gone to a therapist for about three weeks now and it seems to be helping me a lot with my stress and anxiety. I am not ashamed to say that I see a therapist because I know that she is only helping me with the problems that I present to her. She is not prying into my personal life; she only goes off what I tell her. Therapy is, in a way, like a personal journal that is life-size. What I mean by that is that you are getting feedback and constructive criticisms for what you can do to feel better about whatever is troubling you.

Every since I have stated going to therapy once a week or sometime ever two weeks, I have been able to cope with my anxious feelings in ways such as breathing methods or “grounding” which is calming down and giving yourself a pep talk saying that you are okay and that you are not in any sort of harm. If therapy helps me talk about things like school, work and relationships, then I am pretty sure that it will let anyone feel more at ease, so give it a try, okay?