This last month was one of the worst times of my life.  This last month was one of the worst times of my life  it has been nothing but stress.  From school, work, college work,  my cat being injured,  my grandmother falling in going to the hospital,  my uncle having severe throat cancer,  and anything else that I can't mention  has made me emotionally and physically exhausted.  I didn't even have time to do my vision project, nor catch up on my blog posts.  Didn't even have time to do my vision project, nor catch up on my blog post  I don't even care though.

My favorite project that we did in class was the song analysis project.  I liked it because I got to showcase my favorite song in a way that I never thought about before.  I never thought of the greater meaning of songs in general until this project.  The project that I liked the least was the personal narrative.  Although it was all about yourself,  I did not get a good enough feedback to fix my paper thus giving me a really bad score.  That is the project that I'm gonna do my revision on.

 This year, I learned a lot about sentence structure. In my high school classes, we focused a lot more on content,  but not exactly how we write things.  This class taught me that I use way more punctuation then I should.  I wish I got to work more on creative writing.  The personal narrative was creative because you got to  make up a story and tell it the way that you want to,  but for the most part it covered strict guidelines as to how far you can go in the story and what to say.  I think that's why I like the song analysis because you get to choose what song and how you present it.

Today was a very weird day. First of all, I stayed home all day until work because I thought that my mom took the van to the doctors, but in reality it was here the whole time. I felt really bad considering all I've been eating lately is fast food because of how convenient it is, so my stomach hurt really bad this morning. So, I got to work and even though I got a lot of my stuff done early, I had to make some twists, longjohns, rings, and shells to fill stuff with. I have never done any of those before but I think I did really well. My longjohns were very big and not skinny because some people make them like that and it's annoying. I usually don't get done making my cake donuts until about 8 o'clock but I got done at seven today, so I think I did a really good job given my circumstances.

A word that I find offensive, but not towards me, is the word "ghetto." In all honesty,  The word itself doesn't really bother me, but wanted to use towards my school I get very angry. I'm tired of people from different schools asking me if Battle Creek Central is really "ghetto." I always reply with; "it's not that bad," meaning that there are a couple people who fit that description but the school itself is not. Our staff is so amazing and has helped us achieve many goals, including one of my best friends getting accepted into an Ivy League school (Cornell University). I am usually open-minded, and I don't get offended easily, but I would honestly not go to any other school. The fact of the matter is, centrals actually really a great school, and people it down on us still to this day. The silent March that we had a couple years ago was supposed to try and stop this rumor, but it hasn't really stopped anything. We are the home for a lot of underprivileged children, but that doesn't make us "ghetto."

Have you ever felt so tired that you feel like you haven't really made any sense? Or to the point where you're so tired and sluggish? That's how I was all day today. I don't know why, but I hate feeling this way. I was at work and I kept stuttering, messing up my words, and just not really understanding anything that was being told to me. I felt as though I was a newborn puppy, or that I just randomly became brain-dead. I don't even know why my brain is acting like this...

So last night, my power went out because a driver hit a power pole. Over 2,000 houses were gone without power last night around 10:30, and I unfortunately was one of those houses. I went to school from 10AM to 3PM, and then went to work where we had a 500 donut order plus another 144 order added to what we normally do. So, at this point I was already fed up and got out of work late. I end up getting home at about 10:30 and we pull in the driveway and see electricity flow across the power lines and the entire block of lights went off. Although it was kinda cool, we had no power. We drove to investigate and it was a couple blocks down on Capital Ave by the Pizza Hut. We didn't get it back till about 4 this morning which is why this blog post is late! From my long day I work up at 10..

Sometimes, I feel like a stress myself out to the point of no return. But also, sometimes, I am very careless about certain things. For example, I've been sleeping in lately and missing my high school classes, and I freaked out about them. However, I went to math three times in the past two weeks and I still got 100% on my quiz. It is AP calculus, which is basically a house I will calculus class taught for highschooler's. If I take the AP test, and I pass it, then I get college credit for that calculus class. It's kind of validating to catch up and one day and know that you haven't really missed anything, but that's not like that with any of my other classes for some reason. And my friends at class, I was supposed to perform last week, but I have not been there since last Monday. I've been waking up lately at 10, which is when that class is. I have him for another class, which is an English class about zombies and things of that nature, and so sometimes I don't want to go to school on those days because then he'll ask me why I didn't come to his other class. That stresses me out more than anything, because I didn't really want that class, but then he can see that I dropped it and I have a lot more respect for him than to just quit. I have a lot of homework and all my classes and sometimes I can't keep up. I put the singles class before anything else because in reality it's more important than any of the other ones. Yes, I still need to graduate high school, but this class is more of a preparation for what I'm going to be going into.

I think my guilty pleasure is country music. I never really listened to country like that until I started working at Sweetwater's. They play the country radio station on sirus fm radio. I've always liked Carrie Underwood, but I actually like some of the country songs about whisky and catfish dinners! That includes Luke Bryan, Jason Aldean, and even some of the older artists like Brad Paisley and Trace Adkins. Not even country, I kind of enjoy Lady Gaga's music as well.

This is for Monday is a blog post. So, today I went into work and there was no baker to make my cake. My manager did not schedule anyone, and the person that was supposed to come and has no phone and could not come in. So I come in with pretty much nothing at all, and then when someone started to mix the cake batter, the dropper for the donuts almost caught on fire. It was smoking and it was really really crazy. My manager had to come in and drive all the way to Kalamazoo to get a new one, and the cake batter set for really long time so the donuts came out horrible. Even though I was supposed to do cake donuts, I did not search you get any of them until about 7:30. So I did the filled donuts, which is usually the job of the person that comes after me. It was kind of frustrating because the new baker wasn't following our instructions and kept putting his stuff wherever he wanted to, and I was supposed to leave at 9 and I did not leave until about 10:30. I actually was surprised, because I thought I would be there until 11:30 or maybe even midnight.

Blog post is going to be a little bit different than what I am used to posting. I have decided to talk about what things that I like and don't like at Taco Bell and other random things. I promise these things get a little deeper.

 Lately, I've been loving the triple steak stack which is just a flat bread with cheese and a bunch of steak. I love it, as well as the Baja Blast slushy, or, Baja Blast in general.

I think that I decided on the college that I'm going to go to in the fall; The University of Michigan-Dearborn. I came to this decision by many random occurances. The first is when I was working counter at my job, and somebody came in that actually went to the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. We talked about colleges for a second, and I told him when I got accepted into Central, Eastern, Adrian, University of Michigan Dearborn, and Michigan State. I was torn between Michigan State and U of M Dearborn. He then asked me what's major that I wanted to go into, and I told him computer science. He told me that he has a friend that goes to University of Michigan Dearborn and does the same major that I want to do it he already got job offers in California, and even better, LA. It is secretly my dream to live in LA or the valley or something like that, so if I was able to get that same opportunity, I would definitely take it. Also, I spilled yellow paint on my Michigan State the next day. Those two things happening within 24 hours made my decision.

I don't really know if computer science is really what I want to go into, but that's what feels right at this moment in time.

Last two days have been really good for me. I had two snow days, and I did not work at all on Thursday, so I got important time to rest after a really busy last couple weeks that I've had. I am reading World War Z in my English class at Battle Creek Central. The class focuses on zombies, goals, and vampires. The class name is called "Dead and the Undead" and is graded as a English class at a college. I got really behind on the book, because of the play that I was in and working at Sweetwater's donut mill. I ended up taking somebody's shift because they quit, it is 4-9 5 days a week. I do not work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because of the singles class that all of us are in right now. Also, I thought our personal narrative was due last Friday so I submitted it on Tuesday thinking that it was late. I just read the KCC email from her teacher and realize that it was due today. But I think that I have to turn it in as is, because I don't have time to edit it in 35 minutes.

This is for the blog post for last Friday. Although this year is my senior year in high school, I took senior-level Ingliss last year. The thing that I liked most to read was a play called "Fences." It was a bout an African-American family in the 1940s, and they went through struggles, like the fact that the sun really wanted to play football, but because he was black his parents did not support his decision to want to play football. Also, the husband cheated on his wife and got another girl pregnant, and I thought that was really weird because that's exactly what happened to our English teacher that year. Although in the play, the mom and the dad stayed together, despite this. I kind of gave students in my class but idea that you can get there anything in your relationship, and you do not have to resort to violence or anything of that nature. The thing that I hated the most to read, was Macbeth. Shakespeare plays don't make sense to me anyway, and it was even harder because we read this while he was on maternity leave and we watch the remake that was created in about two years ago. I still don't understand what happened.

Is for Monday's a blog post.Friday morning, I woke up at 5 o'clock to manage our schools blood drive all day. we ended up saving 228 people with the donations that we received. Each pint of blood saved three lives so that means that we had 76 units. I ran that from 6 AM to 4:30 PM and I also donated. I was really happy with the success of the blood drive, because it was scholarship day, which meant that my scholarship for being a officer member in the club depended on this blood drive. I planned on taking a two hour nap before going to dinner with our Play crew, however I was called into work while I was eating my Dairy Queen because somebody quit again. I ended up taking her shift which means I work 4 to 9 every day except for Tuesdays and Thursday so I can attend my English 151 class.my manager wants to change my schedule again though, because that means that she will never see me and that makes her sad. I mean who wouldn't be sad to not see me all the time? donating blood made me really drowsy though, because I slept for 13 hours that night and woke up at 11 the next day.

This weekend, I competed in our MIFA show at St. John's high school. There, we faced Grand Rapids Christian, East Grand Rapids, and St. John's high school and a four show competition. Grand Rapids Christian went first, and they did a so called the Tempest, which is known as William Shakespeare's last play that he written before he died. It's was excellently executed by the stage set up, make up and acting but I was very lost because I was unfamiliar with this show. I do not know what St. John's did because we had to do make up and eat lunch before their show because the regular lunchtime was during our show. We went third and St. John's watched out show two weeks ago so there wasn't as much applause and reactions in the crowd as there was before. East Grand Rapids performed the Grimm Brother's Spectacular which was all the fairytales put into a 45 minute production. They told us at the beginning of the day, that the top two schools won't go on to state finals. We came in second, however, we did not go to state finals because of a technicality with the scoring. With each judge, each judge is worth up to 90 points for us to be graded on you have to get an 85 twice at least to qualify to move on. We got an 80, 81, and an 83. However, my instructor was very mad because according to the rulebook, you can change your scorecard at the end of the day to accommodate with how many schools are supposed to go. Some of us and our team feel cheated, however I am not mad just for the simple fact that it is out of our hands.

A personal narrative is usually told to teach people a lesson or to give important information about something. i feel like they are almost a folk tale, just shared in a personal sense. For example, Sherman Alexie's narritive we read in class have us a lot of facts about the Indian writers/non-Indian riders, juxtaposing that Indian writers don't sell as many copies of books, in which other races write the same content of books. He added that to his narrative about his upbringing and heritage with an overall message of him not wanting to let his heritage get in the way of his daily life (since the word "Indian" has a negative connotation). Also, in Leonard Michaels', he too wanted to forget his past in "In the Fifties" where an overall lesson was to make your decisions purposeful. Both these ideas can be relatable to anyone, which surveys the purpose of telling them.

This weekend, of course, was when the snow emergency occurred for most of Southern Michigan. We got the most snow, which was 18.5 inches of snow. I was working from 9-6 and watched it all accumulate during the day by watching it outside the window.

My boss insisted we make more donuts, although for a Sunday, it was about completely dead due to the storm. There was no need to make even more, but we still did. My coworker Caylee, and I, made donuts till 1:30 and it took me till 3 o'clock to clean everything up, which included filling up all the filling pumps and icing bowls. I ended up making more directly afterward for the delivery donuts which also sucked. Usually, I do some of everything - counter, cleaning, and finishing the donuts. However, I only finished all day which was exhausting.

A story is often described as past experiences (or in some cases futuristic/fictional) composed to give an overall purpose. I think that if there's no true meaning to a story, then it's not a story. Similar to a folk tale, a story has to make the reader learn a overall lesson/something of that nature.

What makes a good story, content wise, is that the characters are entertaining. They don't have to be jumpy or funny, they just need to hold my attention whether I like them overall or not. For example, I LOVE "How to Get Away With Murder," but the instructor in there annoys me really bad and i don't know why. However, she holds my attention and she serves her purpose in the show as an antagonist (no spoilers.. But there wouldn't be a murder if it wasn't for her).

I know some people are critical about the plot and "bad endings" or "a book being better than the movie" however that isn't as huge to me as it is some people. I feel like books still gives you a sense of imagination and you can make characters look the way you picture them and you perceive everything differently, however movies you can't. I think that's one reason some people enjoy stories on paper rather than from media. I admire John Green's "The Fault in Our Stars" although the I haven't read or saw the movie, but the same people that worked on the book with him worked on the movie too, and made sure the movie was as close as possible to the book, a reason why I think it was a really big it. Anyway, that doesn't matter to me that much unless nothing is coherent. As long as I can follow the story and not get lost, while enjoying myself with all the conflict and characters, that's what makes a good story in my opinion.

This is for today's points. I don't know what the post was supposed to be on but I will make another personal post.
Today, was the start of the new semester at Battle Creek Central High School, where I got new classes, like Dead and the Undead. Dead and the Undead is pretty much a science fiction class, but mainly focused on zombies, ghosts, and vampires (dead, undead, half dead topics). Right now, we just started reading World War Z, which is a book that I had no prior knowledge of. I am not warmed up to it yet because it is written in an interview format. which is a writing style that I don't typically like. However, I'm sure I will end up liking it once I am use to the format. so I can soak in the parts of the book.

Also, I went to the hospital today for flu like symptoms, and I found out that the amount of sugar I'm ingesting is making my white blood cells "drunk" meaning they aren't fighting off how they are supposed to. I did not know this! Or else I wouldn't have been eating like I have been most of my life. Now, I am aware that I am not as healthy as I thought and I need to start eating better and have a workout plan. Hopefully, by the end I will feel a lot better than I have been!

This is my post making up for last Friday. On Saturday, my first acting competition round was at Olivet, where I, and others from my school, acted "10 Ways to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse." I won an individual award as well as an award from all the zombies. It was a great experience where I got to watch other schools perform, and watch pieces that I never heard of before. I used to not do these types of things, so I'm glad that I'm broadening my horizons and partaking in activities that I never thought I would. I cannot wait for regionals on the 7th!