There is not a lot to say...
There is not a lot to say. I don't go out and party or spend days doing wild things with friends. There is not a lot to say. There is, however, a lot to see. I don't express myself very well through words. You can see anything you want to know through my actions. Through my art. Through the way I light up when I see certain people or go certain places and how I shut down in other situations. No, there is not a lot to say. What there is to say I will try to make interesting.
Freshman year is when the future starts. It is a time to start making the connections that will help to serve you for the rest of your life. It was the last year that I can remember as being 'easy'. Classes weren't hard. They could barely be described as 'challenging'. I miss those days. I walked into the high school with connections in every class. I knew some of the teachers through my family or just through my brother who is a year ahead of me. I had friends in every class, senior through freshman. I enjoyed my classes. Band was definitely my favorite. I play volleyball, so there was always to complain about practice with or do homework with. This was also my first year as a wrestling statistician. I've been part of the wrestling 'family' since I was four years old. This was just my first year doing something other than sitting in the stands. I'm in it for the boys. Not in the way that other girls are. I love to see the passion that they have for the sport. The dedication. And they are the biggest group of goof balls and weirdos that you will ever have the pleasure to meet. I talk about them a lot. I'm going to apologize in advance for that. Most of it is in jargon that you have to be in the 'family' to understand.
My sophomore year was when I realized I would have to buckle down if I wanted to attain the same level of academic success that I had enjoyed in my life until that point. Fall was devoted to volleyball and math homework. I received my first 'B' in that math class. I didn't let that ruin my life and completely derail my desire to excel in my other classes. This was a good year for wrestling. We attended S.W.O.W.C.A. Coaches Classic. It was the biggest meet I had ever been to. I met guys from other schools that I wouldn't have otherwise. It was also the season that I started statting for the bane of my wrestling season: Aric Peters. He has so much talent but his matches stress me out more than anyone else's. This was my first year on the academic team. We fell one match short of winning the league and had to go to tournaments where we fell short of making it to regionals. I say 'we' but I skipped out on league to go to districts for wrestling. I don't regret it. The end of my sophomore year came with the biggest, most enduring scheduling change that I've experienced. I got job at a local veterinary clinic run by our wrestling coach's wife. It's made me grow up quite a bit. It's also made me loosen up a lot. My co-workers are the most hilarious people to work with. they've totally ruined the rest of my life. I will never be able to work anywhere else.
Welcome to junior year. This is the life I'm living in now. Volleyball season is over. I was inducted into the National Honors Society. Academic Team season is over. We are headed for Regionals in April though. Once again, 'we' is really the rest of the team. I did nothing to earn our way to Regionals. I was at Districts. The wrestling team won League for the first time in over 20 years. It was the highlight of my year. We had a over half the team qualify for Districts. My brother qualified for State. Going and spending 3 days surrounded by the best wrestlers in the state of Ohio was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Wrestling has taught me so much. Stress management, preparedness, organization, discipline, commitment, and how to loosen up and have fun. I've made friendships that will last me forever. Friendships with hard-working, well-rounded people. Those boys are the cream of the crop. I still work at the clinic. I still have more hard classes than is good for my health, but I'm having fun with my life.
Freshman year is when the future starts. It is a time to start making the connections that will help to serve you for the rest of your life. It was the last year that I can remember as being 'easy'. Classes weren't hard. They could barely be described as 'challenging'. I miss those days. I walked into the high school with connections in every class. I knew some of the teachers through my family or just through my brother who is a year ahead of me. I had friends in every class, senior through freshman. I enjoyed my classes. Band was definitely my favorite. I play volleyball, so there was always to complain about practice with or do homework with. This was also my first year as a wrestling statistician. I've been part of the wrestling 'family' since I was four years old. This was just my first year doing something other than sitting in the stands. I'm in it for the boys. Not in the way that other girls are. I love to see the passion that they have for the sport. The dedication. And they are the biggest group of goof balls and weirdos that you will ever have the pleasure to meet. I talk about them a lot. I'm going to apologize in advance for that. Most of it is in jargon that you have to be in the 'family' to understand.
My sophomore year was when I realized I would have to buckle down if I wanted to attain the same level of academic success that I had enjoyed in my life until that point. Fall was devoted to volleyball and math homework. I received my first 'B' in that math class. I didn't let that ruin my life and completely derail my desire to excel in my other classes. This was a good year for wrestling. We attended S.W.O.W.C.A. Coaches Classic. It was the biggest meet I had ever been to. I met guys from other schools that I wouldn't have otherwise. It was also the season that I started statting for the bane of my wrestling season: Aric Peters. He has so much talent but his matches stress me out more than anyone else's. This was my first year on the academic team. We fell one match short of winning the league and had to go to tournaments where we fell short of making it to regionals. I say 'we' but I skipped out on league to go to districts for wrestling. I don't regret it. The end of my sophomore year came with the biggest, most enduring scheduling change that I've experienced. I got job at a local veterinary clinic run by our wrestling coach's wife. It's made me grow up quite a bit. It's also made me loosen up a lot. My co-workers are the most hilarious people to work with. they've totally ruined the rest of my life. I will never be able to work anywhere else.
Welcome to junior year. This is the life I'm living in now. Volleyball season is over. I was inducted into the National Honors Society. Academic Team season is over. We are headed for Regionals in April though. Once again, 'we' is really the rest of the team. I did nothing to earn our way to Regionals. I was at Districts. The wrestling team won League for the first time in over 20 years. It was the highlight of my year. We had a over half the team qualify for Districts. My brother qualified for State. Going and spending 3 days surrounded by the best wrestlers in the state of Ohio was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Wrestling has taught me so much. Stress management, preparedness, organization, discipline, commitment, and how to loosen up and have fun. I've made friendships that will last me forever. Friendships with hard-working, well-rounded people. Those boys are the cream of the crop. I still work at the clinic. I still have more hard classes than is good for my health, but I'm having fun with my life.
If I could live anywhere and anyway I wanted, I would live somewhere like Bethel. I like knowing my neighbors while still not having to see them every time I look out my window. I would have enough money to never have to worry, but not so much that I would be able to waste it in an ill thought out spending spree.
If I could be anything I wanted I would be an editor. If money was no object, I would love to read great works before they become overly popularized and ruined by movie adaptations.
If I could do anything I wanted, whenever I wanted, I would check off all the items on my bucket list. I want to travel and do crazy things and try crazy foods. I want to live a full life.
In five years, I will still be in school. It will be my senior year of under-grad college. I hope to be in OSU's pre-vet program on my way to becoming a veterinarian.
In twenty years, I want to be working, to be living independently and to be doing what I love. I want land. enough that I don't have to look at my neighbors if i don't want to. I hope that I'll be married with children. I love kids. I want animals. All kinds.
Thirty-five years from now, my kids will have started graduating highschool. An empty nest will give me more freedom to do little things that maybe I couldn't do before.
Fifty years is a long way away. I don't want to be retired by then. Odds are that I won't be. Whether from economic conditions or sheer pig-headedness, I will still be working. If for some reason I am retired, I want to train service dogs. They've always been a fascination of mine and I would love to have a hand in training one.
If I could be anything I wanted I would be an editor. If money was no object, I would love to read great works before they become overly popularized and ruined by movie adaptations.
If I could do anything I wanted, whenever I wanted, I would check off all the items on my bucket list. I want to travel and do crazy things and try crazy foods. I want to live a full life.
In five years, I will still be in school. It will be my senior year of under-grad college. I hope to be in OSU's pre-vet program on my way to becoming a veterinarian.
In twenty years, I want to be working, to be living independently and to be doing what I love. I want land. enough that I don't have to look at my neighbors if i don't want to. I hope that I'll be married with children. I love kids. I want animals. All kinds.
Thirty-five years from now, my kids will have started graduating highschool. An empty nest will give me more freedom to do little things that maybe I couldn't do before.
Fifty years is a long way away. I don't want to be retired by then. Odds are that I won't be. Whether from economic conditions or sheer pig-headedness, I will still be working. If for some reason I am retired, I want to train service dogs. They've always been a fascination of mine and I would love to have a hand in training one.