Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
New Year, New Beginnings
Hello again. As some of you may know, I am not new to blogger/blogspot/blogosphere... I have used this form of blogging before. Judging from the views I have, some people have read my blog. I thank them for this and encourage them to continue doing so. I deleted my blogs because I have been receiving several hate mail lately, but I guess I will start up again since this is a new year.
I am very enthusiastic about continuing my education at Golden West College this spring semester. Although I am still a full-time student like last semester, I have difficult courses to tackle and conquer this time. These difficulties will be essential to reach my goals. I am determined to do my best, study my brains fried and almost die in the process of being able to get that Associate's Degree in Nursing.
These were not always my plans. I had not originally wanted to follow the medical path. Throughout high school, I wanted to be an actress; not on television, not in movies, but on the stage. (Did I use that semi-colon right? I am being a little self-conscious because my English professor may read this. Haha!) On the stage, it was my home. The stage is where I felt most comfortable. I felt free, and alive. Actually it is more of an adrenaline rush if anything. At the high school I attended (Segerstrom Fundamental High School), we were only allowed two performing days due to budget cuts. (This I learned was the answer to most of the reasons why we did not have what other high schools did.) This was also the reason why the first day was opening night, and the second was closing night. Those years in drama, theatre, show choir, and choir... They were probably the best years of my life.
Other significant memories I hold dear to me are my days in my science and english classes. I had always been in honors classes. Science courses: Biology Honors, Chemistry Honors, A.P. Environmental Science, and Human Anatomy and Physiology. English Courses: English 1/2 Honors, English 3/4 Honors, A.P Language and Composition... And well, I took regular English my fourth year, which I later believed to be the biggest mistake of my life. Although my senior English teacher was trying her hardest, I sincerely believe that she hated me. Most of the students in that class were Honors and A.P. students. Our level of learning was more high than the teacher anticipated. We would always be correcting her and respond well developed answers.
For example, Macbeth was a breeze. I LOVE Shakespeare. :) We did extensive reading and analyzing in my previous honors classes. Anyways, for some reason or other she would never call on me. Perhaps because she thought Danielle (my friend) and I were "know-it-alls", but that was not my intention at all. I enjoyed analyzing. I do admit though... I did not like her probably as much as she did not like me. The reason why there were so many students with a higher level of... learning-ability? was because not all of us desired to take more than a few A.P. courses. This was so we would not be overwhelmed with work. Instead of A.P. Literature, most of the students took A.P. Government and Economics.
Yup. In the end, I passed with an A. Actually, I graduated with straight A's. My parents were proud. I did not know this until a month or so after when my final grades were mailed. My dad hugged me tightly and told me he was proud of me. I felt a surge of joy and it felt phenomenal to hear those words from my dad. I felt accepted and acknowledged for my hard work. He then showed me the grades I received. A's and O's. :)
It was actually in my senior anatomy class that I realized theatre was not going to get me anywhere in life, but anatomy could. My anatomy teacher was Mr. Pfeifer. I hope I spelled his name right. He was by far one of the best teachers I have ever had. I had the highest grade in all his classes and managed to maintain my grade by one simple task -- listening. Most people thought he was annoying, and laughed at his own jokes. I actually found the man to be exciting to listen to, and the knowledge and wisdom oozed out of him everywhere. Sorry for that picture, but he is amazing. I would listen to his voice and would listen to everything he said. There is a difference. I actually paid attention. The best advice he ever gave the class was "The best year of your life will be the year you are seventeen. Not eighteen. Not twenty-one. Seventeen. Remember, seventeen." Most people laughed, ignored him, or objected to this statement, but I listened, processed this advice, and learned. I actually do believe the best year of my life was indeed, when I was seventeen.
Sorry to end so abruptly, but I am getting sleepy. My eyes are closely and although I am perfectly able to type with my eyes closed... My mind is beginning to wander. Also, I do have to get up early in the morning. So, leave a comment if you would like and ask me a question if you desire. Thank you for reading.
Good night,
Sara
I am very enthusiastic about continuing my education at Golden West College this spring semester. Although I am still a full-time student like last semester, I have difficult courses to tackle and conquer this time. These difficulties will be essential to reach my goals. I am determined to do my best, study my brains fried and almost die in the process of being able to get that Associate's Degree in Nursing.
These were not always my plans. I had not originally wanted to follow the medical path. Throughout high school, I wanted to be an actress; not on television, not in movies, but on the stage. (Did I use that semi-colon right? I am being a little self-conscious because my English professor may read this. Haha!) On the stage, it was my home. The stage is where I felt most comfortable. I felt free, and alive. Actually it is more of an adrenaline rush if anything. At the high school I attended (Segerstrom Fundamental High School), we were only allowed two performing days due to budget cuts. (This I learned was the answer to most of the reasons why we did not have what other high schools did.) This was also the reason why the first day was opening night, and the second was closing night. Those years in drama, theatre, show choir, and choir... They were probably the best years of my life.
Other significant memories I hold dear to me are my days in my science and english classes. I had always been in honors classes. Science courses: Biology Honors, Chemistry Honors, A.P. Environmental Science, and Human Anatomy and Physiology. English Courses: English 1/2 Honors, English 3/4 Honors, A.P Language and Composition... And well, I took regular English my fourth year, which I later believed to be the biggest mistake of my life. Although my senior English teacher was trying her hardest, I sincerely believe that she hated me. Most of the students in that class were Honors and A.P. students. Our level of learning was more high than the teacher anticipated. We would always be correcting her and respond well developed answers.
For example, Macbeth was a breeze. I LOVE Shakespeare. :) We did extensive reading and analyzing in my previous honors classes. Anyways, for some reason or other she would never call on me. Perhaps because she thought Danielle (my friend) and I were "know-it-alls", but that was not my intention at all. I enjoyed analyzing. I do admit though... I did not like her probably as much as she did not like me. The reason why there were so many students with a higher level of... learning-ability? was because not all of us desired to take more than a few A.P. courses. This was so we would not be overwhelmed with work. Instead of A.P. Literature, most of the students took A.P. Government and Economics.
Yup. In the end, I passed with an A. Actually, I graduated with straight A's. My parents were proud. I did not know this until a month or so after when my final grades were mailed. My dad hugged me tightly and told me he was proud of me. I felt a surge of joy and it felt phenomenal to hear those words from my dad. I felt accepted and acknowledged for my hard work. He then showed me the grades I received. A's and O's. :)
It was actually in my senior anatomy class that I realized theatre was not going to get me anywhere in life, but anatomy could. My anatomy teacher was Mr. Pfeifer. I hope I spelled his name right. He was by far one of the best teachers I have ever had. I had the highest grade in all his classes and managed to maintain my grade by one simple task -- listening. Most people thought he was annoying, and laughed at his own jokes. I actually found the man to be exciting to listen to, and the knowledge and wisdom oozed out of him everywhere. Sorry for that picture, but he is amazing. I would listen to his voice and would listen to everything he said. There is a difference. I actually paid attention. The best advice he ever gave the class was "The best year of your life will be the year you are seventeen. Not eighteen. Not twenty-one. Seventeen. Remember, seventeen." Most people laughed, ignored him, or objected to this statement, but I listened, processed this advice, and learned. I actually do believe the best year of my life was indeed, when I was seventeen.
Sorry to end so abruptly, but I am getting sleepy. My eyes are closely and although I am perfectly able to type with my eyes closed... My mind is beginning to wander. Also, I do have to get up early in the morning. So, leave a comment if you would like and ask me a question if you desire. Thank you for reading.
Good night,
Sara
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