I couldn’t sleep last night. I feel so inefficient now.
I couldn’t sleep last night. I feel so inefficient now.
Hey, um… I’m still here. Yeah, I’m sitting next to you.
I know I don’t talk a lot, but that doesn’t mean that I have nothing to say.
Besides, you invited me to this activity. You dragged me along, maybe hoping that would help me be more social. But it somehow made things worse.
What you’re talking about right now sounds really interesting. I want to put in my two-cents, I really do.
But my anxiety starts to kick in.
“Is what you want to say that important? Is it something that you think they’d like to hear? What if you mess up your wording or trip over your own tongue? What if your opinion differs from theirs? They’ll think you’re weird. They’ll make fun of you. Or worse, they’ll want to fight you on it.”
“They don’t care about you. They never have. You don’t have any friends. They asked you to come because they feel sorry for you. Why give them the time of day when they won’t do the same to you? It’s better to just stay quiet. It’s safer that way.”
I don’t say anything. I remain invisible. I’m surrounded by a crowd of people, but my only companions are my thoughts…
Y’know, I should have put something out for St. Patrick’s Day this past Saturday, but I was too busy being awestruck to write anything down.
So my parents bought 3 tickets to see the country a capella group known as Home Free. I didn’t really know what to expect because I hadn’t been to a concert in YEARS. And even then I wasn’t really interested in what was going on. A classmate caught me sitting down, reading a book while listening to a concert at a county fair. He tried to tell me off at school the next day, but I was too busy reading again to care. (I was an even bigger book nerd than I am now.)
So I haven’t really talked about what I do outside of work and home. A couple of months ago, I agreed to help my high school’s color guard team finish out their season.
Have you ever watched a marching band perform during a football game? Remember seeing a bunch of girls spinning and tossing colorful flags and/or rifles all over the place? That’s the color guard I’m talking about. And during the winter months, the guard separates to create their own indoor shows and competitions. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve performed in multiple marching band and indoor shows. In total, I’ve been involved with this activity for 9 years, and have performed in 12 different shows. Unless you want to count the many halftime performances I participated in for the Purdue All-American Marching Band. Then it would be closer to 20 shows. (I’m not trying to brag; I just wanted to show that I have a lot of experience with this program.)
…Reading one of the many, many, many, many, many, many books that I’ve started, but have not finished. (Seriously, I think it’s up to at least 7)
I hope for the symphony of spring to come soon.
Where the noise of new leaves brush together.
The birds will fill the air with their tunes
And a pitter-patter speaks of the weather.
A battle can be heard from across the town
As two dogs wage a war with their barks.
Children scream as they run around,
Escaping bees flying in the park.
The nighttime is filled with more clamour.
Frogs croak throughout the evening.
The lightning bugs show off their glamour
With cricket chirps interweaving.
Yes, I can’t wait for the season of spring.
But alas, I must still hold on.
The snow falls slowly like string
Making no sounds through the dawn.
Look. Look over that way.
See her rushing to begin the day.
Her hair a mess, glasses askew,
Searching for that missing shoe.
She found it under the table,
Feeling slightly unstable
As she runs around loudly
While the dog sleeps soundly.
There’s no time for food
To get her in the mood
For the start of the morning.
The sun rises like a warning.
At last, she steps outside,
Taking short and quick strides
Through the early morning chill.
The wind is completely still.
She gets onto the road
Only to be immediately slowed
By a big yellow bus
Picking up a child named Russ.
The highway is mostly clear
Which makes her want to cheer.
Work needs her by 8:30,
So she flies like a birdie.
Finally, she pulls in the lot
Hoping that she’s not caught
Being late is no fun,
But what’s done is done.
But she didn’t grasp something important.
She should have an informant.
She’ll be in for quite a shock
When she learns it’s only 8 o’clock.
Ah, spring time. It’s finally on the way.
For me, spring is such a captivating season. We see the white snow melt away, revealing fresh green grass underneath. The skinny, brown twigs attached to trees turn into lush, full branches. The sun shines brightly through the clouds while a rainbow of flowers bloom out of the ground. The sudden vibrancy is almost blinding at first, but the change is a welcome one.
How would I describe today? Probably… Ugh. Just ugh.
I need a pick me up. Let’s make some inspirational quote pictures.
Feel free to use these if you want! 🙂
Welp, yesterday was… an experience.
I woke up to my parents telling me that there was a random snow storm coming through and I should leave early. It was a small storm, but with the temperature suddenly dropping, there was a lot of ice build up. So instead of heading out at 7:15 for work, I left at 6:30. Then, I get calls from my parents right before I get to the highway. They informed me that the bridge that I go over has been closed, and the best thing I can do is just wait it out. At this point, I’m thinking Alright, I’ll get on the interstate and sit there until the bridge is open again. So that’s what I do. And I wait for an hour and a half! I had to call work and tell them I might be a few minutes late.
Finally traffic starts to move again. The bridge was down to one lane, so it was still slow. But that wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was that the entire bridge was covered in ice! So as I’m getting off, my car starts to slide. Keep in mind, this is my first time driving on ice this thick before. So I went from going straight in a lane, to sliding horizontally across two! I didn’t even have time to think about what I was going to do when my car suddenly straightened again. There was a good space between me and the person behind me, so luckily no one hit me while I slide. At that point, I just wanted to get going again, so I kept driving.
It wasn’t just the bridge that was icy; the whole interstate was covered! Everyone was going 25 mph or less so they didn’t wreck. I didn’t have any more problems until I got off at the exit and went a little ways. Before that, I was still in a kind of daze from what happened before. But once I started sliding again on the normal roads, I freaked out and had to pull over. I called my mom, bawling my eyes out. She told me to calm down and wait for the sun (which had decided to show itself) to melt some of the ice. I sat on the side for 15 minutes before moving again.
In order to get to work (which at this point, I’m super late), I have to take a left turn at an intersection. But what happens right before I get there? Two semi trucks crash into each other where I need to turn! So I went straight instead and turned around at a high school. I took a right in order to go around, but I wanted to make sure that I was going to get back onto the correct road. So I pull into a church parking lot. But guess what happens? I GET STUCK ON THE ENTRANCE RAMP!!! There was so much ice and snow that the car couldn’t move forwards or backwards.
I start freaking out again, and called my dad. I was afraid that I would have to call the police, but he told me to sit tight. He was going to come up and help. Again, I sat there for 15 minutes, with people stopping and asking me if I’m ok. I called work again and told them that I was going to be extremely late, and surprising I wasn’t the only one. As I’m watching YouTube videos to calm down, a salt truck drives by and starts spraying around my car. I assume that one of the people who stopped called them and asked them to come. He parked at the top of the ramp and walked down to me, telling me to try to move. And my car went forward! So I thanked him and parked in a spot to call my dad. He was almost where I was, and I felt so bad, but he said that as long as I’m safe, it’s ok. I finally made it to work, listening to Carrie Underwood’s ‘Jesus Take The Wheel’ play on the radio.
I’ve taken a few things away from this. You never know what’s going to happen when driving on ice. If the car starts to slide, let it try to correct itself. Trying to break is sometimes NOT the best thing to do. And above all, DON’T DO WHAT I DID AND FREAK OUT!
There are a few places here in the US still dealing with heavy snow right now, so I really shouldn’t be complaining. But if you’re someone stuck in the middle of it, I hope you are staying safe and keeping warm!