Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?

Thank you Katy Perry for reminding me that I am indeed a firework. :D

Ok, I’m not one to complain or talk about my problems freely, but hey… this blog is simply for me to express my feelings for ME, not so much for the reader, BUT I greatly appreciate you reading this because it makes my heart happy, so if you choose not to read this complaint filled post, you are welcome to peace out and wait for a more uplifting post, which HOPEFULLY, main word hopefully, will come soon. Thank you.

Now down to business… I’m stressed… or not. I’m not really stressed at all. Sure I’ve got college apps I have still YET to fill out and send in, but that can be done anytime between now and about February. Also, I’m not really liking this blog layout… I need to change it. It’s kinda bothering me, but that’s another day.

Ok, now here go… I’m a little ADD if you can’t tell. Well today is not turning out to be very good. For 1, I’m bumming it, aka I look like I just rolled out of bed and put on the first thing I saw… (which is exactly what I did.) Then one of my teacher is a grumpy-head, but that happens, therefore I slept through that class. I actually did stay awake in the class in which I usually snooze in, my one and ONLY accomplishment of the day. THEN I just shot down. This is why I am feeling so… well… blah. You know that quote by Eleanor Roosevelt?

YES, well there is a certain person, might I add that she is indeed a educator, that makes me feel inferior, but I don’t give her consent… she just kinda takes it. I don’t like it. I despise going to her class because all that ever happens is

A. I get a paper back and it’s just not good enough for her

B. I try and participate and answer questions, but I’m never right

C. I’m having a terrible day and her lecturing us makes it 239487239473 times worse

OR

D. I see that she obviously likes some students more than others

I have had this “educator” for a while, but she has never really gotten to me until this year. It’s REALLY bothering me. I just want to cry every time I walk into that classroom. I’m not exaggerating one single bit. This class is NOT an easy one and I’m trying, I really am, but sometimes I just don’t get it. I read a poem, but I see that something is significant, but I don’t know why it is because I just don’t understand it! My brain is not very analytical and sometimes I feel there is just no hope at all. It’s like she doesn’t really understand that, so in turn she just make me feel worthless and I KNOW I have a LOT of worth. Now if I had to write about things like this, I would have an A freaking + in that class because I can blog like a BOSS. True story.

Anywho, I’m all about showing people why they have worth, so if I EVER become a teacher, which I am very much considering, I will try to NEVER make anyone feel inferior because I know I absolutely abhor that feeling. (There is a nice big word for ya!!!) I really just want to teach kids that Yeah, things aren’t always going to be easy, but it’s ok if you don’t get it. I will help you without making you feel like a complete and total idiot and letting you know it’s ok to ask for help! I know I don’t like to ask this teacher for help because every time I do it’s like she is thinking “This girl is in 12^th grade and doesn’t understand how to analyze a freaking poem!? REALLY! She’s just not as good as little Miss Perfect sitting at the front. She is just not smart enough. She is just not good enough. She isn’t getting better, but she getting worse. There is just not much hope left for her.” That’s how I feel she feels. I know she doesn’t… well to that extent because she likes me… or at least I think she does, but she just makes me feel like nothing but dirt that she enjoys stomping on. I don’t like it, so I know I’m not going to do that to my students, if I ever have students. Seriously though, at this moment in time, all I feel like just going home and sleeping my life away. ALSO, a true story.

Ahhh, I feel better now. It feels good to let things out sometimes. It would be nice for this educator read this, but that will never happen. She would probably nit-pick every grammatical error in this joint, but I DON’T CURR! (<- dat be my ghetto tawk.) This is MY blog and I can talk however the heck I want to, so you can stick that in your juice box and just take a nice sip because juice boxes are amazing. Hahaha fooled you on that one, I KNOW! Seriously though, I love this blog because of the freedom I have.

Ok, I have written way too much. A whole 877 words as of the word “whole.” Thank you and I will be happier soon… after I nap. :)

-M. Philly

Appreciation

I'm completely aware that I totally failed at writing a new post everyday of November, but I WILL catch up, just not right now. I have something on my mind that I feel pretty passionate about and that would be

APPRECIATION

"Don't hate, appreciate" has got to be one of my all time favorite quotes. Sure, it's pretty silly and people say it as a joke all the time, but think about it closely... Don't hate... Hate is an extremely strong and disgusting word. I believe it comes from Satan, because God sure doesn't hate anyone. Why does the world hate? That's a darn good question because it doesn't really make sense to me.

Appreciate... Is it really hard to say thanks? I say at least 200 times when I'm at work. "Thank you, have a great day." I don't really get tired of saying it.

The thing that gets to me the most is when people don't appreciate their families, especially when they have them. I'm completely aware that some people have rough family lives and things aren't good, but for those of us that have good ones need to appreciate it! Sure, every family is far from perfect, but at least you have one. I really dislike when people don't appreciated their parents. It's drives me insane. I know sometimes I don't, but I try pretty darn hard. I see people posting on Facebook and Twitter "I hate my parents." Whoa. That's not cool... at all. I think I have said that to my parents once in my life when I was about 14 or 15 and I was pretty immature and idiotic back then. Seriously, I understand that sometimes your parents may not always get along and they may fight and make you upset, but they work don't they? They provide a home for you, don't they? They buy you clothes, don't they? They buy you food, don't they? You have a nice car sitting in the driveway that is "yours", don't you? You have a nice little cell phone to text all your little friends, don't you? They taught you how to walk, didn't they? They taught you to talk, didn't they? They raised you, didn't they? They put you in school, didn't they? They pay the bills so you can shower, see in the dark, and use the computer and internet you are currently using to read this, don't they? YES YES YES YES YES YES! I'm sure that most of those questions, you just answered yes to. I didn't to all of them because A. I don't have a nice car sitting in the driveway that is "mine" and I don't have a cellular device, but does that make me not appreciate my parents any less? NOOOOO! I appreciate the mess out of parents! My life would be nothing without them, literally... nothing. My life would even exist because I would not have been born. aHA! I may not remind them everyday as I should, but I try to tell them thanks as much as I can remember to do so.

SO PEOPLE... APPRECIATE WHAT YOU HAVE because some people may not be as blessed.

Thank you and get to appreciating! Trust me, it will make you appreciate things a lot more if you just say thanks to people every once in while... or every day... or just all the time... whatever floats your boat. Just a suggestion, you should probably thank the Man upstairs the most... That would be your Heavenly Father. He kinda gives you everything... just saying. THANKS for reading. Thanks for being awesome enough to read. OH and thank your parents for me because they are supplying the internet you are using to read this. :)

Appreciatively,

-M. Philly

PS, I don't always appreciate as much as I should, so don't think I am saying I do, because... well I'm only human and I don't always. Thank you.