Stress! Stress! Stress!

For Tuesday, November 30

My apolpgies for being behind on this blog that was suppose to be done about a week ago but I do have other classes to take and more work that is more important than writing a blog for English.  Really, what's the point of doing so much work and were not even considered an excellerated English II class?

Every day, I dread coming to school for the first two periods anymore!  ALgebra II is too much work in the morning for me.  I understand I'm suppose to begin 'getting my brain warmed up', but doing 10-15 problems during class as examples and then taking home 30 more problems to practice for homework is rediculous to me.  Plus, I barely get any sleep at all at night in my house.  So in my head everyday, I tell myself, 'I can't wait for this period to be over with!' and then I end up falling asleep :/.

Mmm, and then there is Mr. Mann's English class.  This class makes me stress everyday because of how much is expected from everybody. 

Though I appreciate the fact that Mr. Mann makes up the weekly schedule and prints it out to hand out to us for us to be prepared each day, every week, I strongly dislike how much writing and reading we have to do!  I understand that it will help up be prepared better for the OGT's in March, but reading a Reading Circle book in a given amount of time while reading an outside reading book is doing too much.  It's hard for me to keep track of what's going on in each book when I'm switching back and forth.  Then the 3 writing pieces that we're required to do each six weeks and being expected to know 8 new vocab words right after another; and they're not easy words to remember- this makes me hate English class now.  All this work plus 6 more classes is A LOT for a Sophomore (like myself) to accomplish and be on top of everyday.

But it's not going to change no matter how much I complain, so I'm going to just have to suck it up and deal with it for the rest of the year.  We're almost half way done with the year and it's going by quick, so I'm gonna have to start pacing myself through the weeks of school.  Since I find Mr. Mann's English class difficult to keep up, I fear about English III next year as a Junior.  Help me! ):

Just Another Step in Life.

Have you ever sat down for a day, and thought to yourself about what your goals in life are?  Had you made up your mind that very same day about what it is your going to school for? 

Seventh grade.  That was when I was introduced to setting long-term and short-term goals.  That was when I was told that I had to start thinking about a career and how I am going to accomplish that goal.  I remember I've had it set in my mind that I wanted to be a veternarian at the time; no more thoughts about it.  Then came eighth grade.

Eighth grade, figuring out your goals was more pressuring.  I had decided that I no longer wanted to be a veternarian.  I changed my mind and told myself that I wanted to go to medical school and become a doctor's assistant or a doctor of my own.  I considered this career since eighth grade and all through my Freshman year.  But I told myself to get myself through highschool and towards the end of my Junior year and the start of my Senior year, worry about college.

Now, I'm a Sophomore in school.  The thoughts of becoming a doctor is somewhat still there.  I really wanna pursue in a career that deals with helping infants, toddlers and younger children.  I want to be a Pediatrician.  I enjoy working with younger kids and helping take care of their needs; sickness and in health.

Though I know what I want to be, I'm not quite sure what 4-year college to attend to yet.  Being a Sophomore, I'm not necessarily worried about that yet.  I've concluded to work on that during my Junior year and I aim for finalizing my plan during my Senior year.  So as of now, I'm just working on passing the tenth grade.  One day, I will reach my long-term goal.  My short-term goals come first and those will help me work towards my long-term goal.

Home For the Holidays

For Tueday, November 16

Recently, I have began to look at every new year as a fresh, new start of my life.  'Life is what you make of it; so live it up today because yesterday has passed and tomorrow may never come', that's one quote that I live by.

The year of 2010 is coming close to an end.  It is now the middle of November.  My favorite season of fall is rapidly turning into the horrible season on winter.  Although I hate the winter, I enjoy the holidays that occur within the season.  One holiday I enjoy the most; Thankgiving, and it is right around the corner (:

Thanksgiving is a giving of thanks to those who we cherish most.  It all started a very, very long time ago on November 25.  It was the day the Pilgrims and the Indians came together as one and celebrate eachothers presence.  We don't think of that while we are stuffing our faces full of food, today.  Well, at least I don't anyway.  On Thanksgiving, my family and I feast upon delcious food that is prepared by my mother and my father.  But before we 'dig in', we pray and go around the BIG table that my family members are at and give thanks.  I don't know if it's a bad thing, but I genereally thank the fact that I still have family.  I appreciate that the most!

It may sound greedy, but I think we all can agree that the best part of Thanksgiving is all the food (:  The feeling of stuffing your face full of mashed potatoes, turkey and doubled eggs feels great; hands down!  Also, I love being around all of my family at once.  I enjoy it a lot!  Thanksgiving is just amazing and it's a great start to the holidays!  Once passed, I'm anxious for Christmas and I look forward to celebrate a new year; everything repeats :D

Hungry: Living with Prader-Willi Syndrome

Many people in the world suffer from many disorders. Some genetic, some not. A disorder that is seem to be called rare is Prader-Willi Syndrome or PWS.  Even though 1 out of every 12,000 to 15,000 people in the world suffer from this disorder, it seems to be one of the most common condition seen in genetics clinics.  It can cause poor muscle tone, low levels of sex hormones and a constant feeling of hunger. The part of the brain that controls feelings of fullness or hunger does not work properly in people with PWS, which leads to overeating and obesity.



Max showing the love he has for Lon.



In a video we watched on Thursday (yesterday), we watched a young, 13-year-old boy, Max Seidlitz, suffer from Prader-Willi Syndrome.  The video was extraordinary touching and it made me extremely sad.  Max constantly kept repeating that he was hungry or wanted food.  It he wouldn't get what he would ask for, he would break down into a big tantrum. It touched my heart knowing that at least he has someone Lon there to help him through everything.  When Max told Lon he loved him and always will, it made me want to cry; tearas and all.

Just like any other disorder, there isn't normal behavior most of the time. It's cruel, disrespectful, sad and pathetic for ANYBODY to laugh about it. How would you feel if that was you? What if you couldn't help yourself because of a disorder? Would you laugh about it? No. That's the worst thing someone can do, and it's the worst feeling to have knowing people think it's funny. 

When I heard that at school, the people in Max's class threw food on the ground to watch him dive after it to make a joke out of the whole situation made me extremely angry. It makes me wish that I was there at the time that happend. I guarantee it wouldn't be a joke anymore!

If I were to meet Max Seidlitz one day, even though I would have sympathy and a heart for him, I would not show it because I feel that it would make things worse for him. Having sympathy for somebody usually turns a person down and become sad and depressed. I want to prevent that. Though he is suffering, I want him to make the best of everyday he has.  I would help him enjoy himself the way he is- flaws and all. After all, there isn't nothing much to do with somebody who has a genetic disorder. You just have to be there for them and make live enjoyable to live without the thought of being brought down by anyone. Max is a unique kid and that's the only thing that matters. He is a blessing for anybody to have.