“High Hopes” ~ Flash Fiction

August 3, 2002
“Your cholesterol is too high. If you keep eating bacon and Mt. Dew, your heart might not be able to handle another attack.”
“I’ll just cut back a little” the patient assured.
“No.” said the doctor, “Your condition has escalated since your last consultation. You need to cut cold turkey.”
“Doc. I guarantee I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
“I can’t force you to stop. But I can ensure your imminent death if you don’t.” insisted the doctor.
“Alright, I’ll be good,” the patient shrugged off as he walked away.

August 8, 2002
“Good morning San Antonio. Carla Simms here with your top stories of the day. In local news, a dead man’s family attempts to sue a doctor for not taking the necessary precaution on an account of high cholesterol.”

“Chronomentrophobia” ~ Flash Fiction

Tick-tock-tick-tock. 7:00 Beep! Beep! Beep! His eyes burst with life as he jolted up. His heart raced, pumping blood that rushed to the pain. His ears throbbed as though knives were just thrust into them. Over and over, the blood pumped to his ears, matching the rhythmic beat of the alarms. He quickly scrambled to his bedside table to stop that dreadful sound; but the closer he got, the further he wanted to be. He just wanted to stop it, he had to, he needed to. But right as he reached the ringing alarm, he got too close. He sprang back against the wall and retreated into a fetal position. Days passed until a week went by, but he had not gained the strength to move an inch, besides the gradual rise and fall of his chest. And then it was all over. The pain was gone. And the alarm was mixed with the sound of the gunshot.

Bridging in Life

My last Girl Scout bridging ever 😦

In recent events, I have been moving on in my life. On May 12, I turned 18, signifying the bridging from childhood to adulthood. Next week, I will we bridging from high school to college. And yesterday, I bridged from an Ambassador to an Adult in Girl Scouts. This means my Girl Scout days are over. This is very hard for me to swallow because I have been in Girl Scouts for 13 years. Ever since I was kindergarten, I have grown up being a Girl Scout, helping the community, and having fun with my friends. People in my troop came and left, others joined later, but I am the only girl on my troop to have been in it since the very beginning. And, although my troop may not know it, that is one accomplishment I am not afraid to boast. Joining Troop 1062 was the best decision, so far, of my life. I have learned skills that will help me later on in life: patience, kindness, respect, responsibility, loyalty, perspective. Knowledge doesn’t end there, for there were many lessons throughout the years that’s have expanded my experience on cooking, nature, science, history, finance, textiles, and leadership. Along with learning, my troop has done its fair share of having fun. We take at least 5 camping trips a year, usually at Brown County State Park, we have visited Holiday World, spent the night at the Indianapolis Zoo, took a state road trip around Indy, took a weekend trip up to Chicago, plan to take a trip to Cedar Point this summer, and many more. We have also enjoyed serving our community. For our Bronze Award, we remodeled a nursery at Mt. Auburn United Methodist Church. And for our Silver Award, we built changing stall for the swimming pool at Camp Dellwood. The Gold Award is completed individually, and I chose to do a used toy drive I call “Plat It Again”. I am currently working on it and expect to be done by mid-July. We have also made cards for the military, made cards and delivered them to nursing homes, created bags for children at Riley Hospital, and participated in many food drives. So, needless to say, when our leader got up on stage during our bridging to present a list of our accomplishments, she could not make it through because she was too choked up. Although I am sad my Girl Scout days are over, I will never forget the wonderful memories, and friends, I have created through it.

Didgeridoos: A Quick Talk

For more information regarding the didgeridoo, visit this site: http:

http://www.echotree.com.au/didgeridoo_facts.htm

And I was having trouble uploading my video of the didgeridoo so here is one I found instead!

TOGA TOGA TOGA

Today kicked off senior week, where each day the seniors in our school dress up. Today’s theme: Toga. Toga day is one of the easiest and most popular spirit days to participate in. Not only is it comfortable to wear your favorite bed sheet around the school, but it is also fun to dress up with school friends and enjoy one last week together before graduating. And, although there is a lot on our plate right now, these days give us a little breathing room to enjoy the final days of our senior year.

It is a bittersweet feeling because although I am extremely happy this year is coming to an end, I am going to miss my high school days. There has been so many memories I have gained through the people I surround myself with. The people in these photos are like my family and I am going to miss them to much. But let’s not talk about it. For now, I at least get to enjoy a fun way to kick off the year with my best friends.

Senior Prom

My friends and I attempt to recreate the poster from the film Bridesmaids.

Senior Prom was incredible. It was a fun night with my friends: dancing, laughing, taking pictures. But the truly special thing that made my night didn’t come until later.

We had our from at Union Station in downtown Indianapolis. This is what happened:

KING JJ

If you clicked on the link you will understand how proud I am of my school. JJ truly deserved it. And what makes this great is there were other nominations with football players and band members, but we chose JJ. And we didn’t just choose JJ because we felt bad for him. We voted for him because he means something to us. He smiles all the time and is friends with everyone. I am so proud of my school and I know JJ will cherish that moment he was crowned forever.

Quote of the Week

“Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’, or ‘cruel’? Not to me.” ~J.K. Rowling (author of the Harry Potter series)

I love this quote, and not just because I am a fat girl. I am the kind of person who likes to see people for their intentions and their true characteristics, not based on appearance. Being called fat is just another form of discrimination. Some of the kindest, most caring people I know are fat. And, to me, this quote does not just apply to fat people, but all stereotypes in general. We need to learn, as a society, to accept people based on their true qualities, not by what they have or what they wear. My brother has longer hair, wear classic rock t-shirts, and smokes, and yet he is a wonderful father of a 7 month old son who he spends all his free time caring for. But most people just see him as a druggie redneck dropout. We need to put an end to judging others based on their appearance. I am just as at fault, because I don’t even accept myself as equal because of my waist size. In order for others to follow, I need to take the first step. If we all take one step towards reformation, that is one step in the right direction that may even lead to a journey of self-discovery and a new perspective of others. We are all good people, who all make mistakes every once in a while. But those mistakes make us equally human.

Senior Year

Well, what can I say? It has been one heck of a school year. Senior year, the top dogs of the school. Luckily I have been blessed with many wonderful opportunities that have given me memories which I will cherish for the rest of my life. For those of you who were wondering, Senioritis is very real and may randomly spread in a matter of seconds. I have a bad case of Senioritis, in which I have absolutely no motivation to stay on task and complete my assignments. However, it only affects you depending on how you control it. If you let it consume your work ethic, it may alter your graduation plans; so the best thing to do would be to work hard, but also allow yourself some time to relax and unwind from the crazy senior events. Hopefully, I can work past it for enough time to pass my college finals.

Participating in the Early College program is one of the best decisions I have made in my education. The Early College program is a way for high school students to take college classes and earn credit. It has allowed me to grow as an individual, both personally and academically. The teachers support their students and encourage them to commit their very best work. The students are accepting and become like an extended family. The classes are challenging, but with support and hard work a student in the program may achieve an Associates degree. I am proud to claim to be an Early College student. The students in the program are like my family, and have made these past four years unforgettable.

Through extensive coursework, I have also enjoyed many clubs and activities that have helped me grow in leadership. For the past 4 years, I have been in student government and have actively participated in school events. My friend and I designed the senior class t-shirt, and I was elected treasurer my senior year. I was also elected as a board member for NHS, served as an honorary member in Interact Club (Rotary), and the editor of Key Club (Kiwanis). Other fun clubs I have enjoyed are ping-pong club, Spanish Club, and Photography Club. I am currently planning two big senior events: Senior Celebration and the Early College Recognition night. Also, I must speak at graduation, which is a bit intimidating, but I’m always up for a challenge. I have been blessed with so many opportunities to get involved, be active, make new friends, lead others, and give back to my community.

Although I am excited to be moving on in my life, going to Hanover College, taking on more responsibility; I will definitely miss my times at Center Grove High School. The people there are my family, and we have made memories together that I will cherish forever.

“Painted Red” ~ Flash Fiction

The lights scanned the room, highlighting a freshly painted message. “We all die in the end.” Continuing through the building, the lights searched until one flashed upon his back and the disheveled man appeared, sitting next to a small limb body. Surrounded in a pool of thick red liquid, a grin of smugness glazed his face.
“Put your hands on your head, stand up, and turn around slowly!” shouted the blockaded police force. Guns warm in the palms of the officers, unlocked, with a hungry bullet waiting to eat flesh.
The man did as they asked, stood up with his hands on his head, turing slowly. It was not the thick red blood, dripping from his cold icy fingers that was the most menacing, but rather the grin he kept plastered on his face.
“Why did you do it?” the chief commanded.
And the man replied, “Because I needed paint”.

“Always” ~ Flash Fiction

“I’ve loved you for a long time now”.
The pain in her eyes came as a surprise to him.
“For how long?” she questioned.
“I knew for sure by January 14th.”
“But we met January 13th.”
“I know.”