Snow Is Evil

  So guys, I've been bad. I haven't been posting regularly, and I feel horrible about it. I'm really sorry. But I am going to get better. So for today(more like tonight), I thought I'd tell you what is going on in my life at the moment.

  As you all know, I joined the track team. Practice has been going really well, and I think I might be a good runner. I really do. I've kept up with all of the beat runners in practice(all three practices, I know, so hardcore). Also, I've decided on 3/4 of what events I want to compete in. I want to do the 100m, the relay race, and the long jump. I think. I'm not exactly sure what I'm best in yet. So the list might change.

  As I'm sure many of you can relate to, I haven't been to school in awhile due to snow. I love the break, but I hate not being able to go to track practice, ya know?

  **Very sorry for the boring post. I will pick up the regular routien soon. Also, this post is being made from the Blogger app, so I'm not sure how it will look. Sorry, again.**

Winter Olympics!

  If you guys are like me, you have been extremely happy the past few days. Why? Because the Olympics are on! Winter Olympics that is. Now, personally, I like the Summer Olympics much better, but I love the Olympics period. 

  I love the fact that whole nations stand behind their athletes and cheer for them. I could only imagine how awesome that must feel. 

  Also, I am always in awe of how much work goes into getting the athletes to the Olympics. Countless number of hours practicing is a given when it comes to Olympics athletes. They commit their whole life to sports, and I respect that greatly. It truly encourages me to put my everything into what I love. 

  Another thing I wanted to talk about is something I saw on an Olympic Zone show. It was about how one of the athletes that got a gold medal had a brother who had a degenerative disease that took away his ability to do any type of sport. At one point, the athlete said something along the lines of, "If my brother was well, he'd have three gold medals." I cannot even begin to express how deeply this moved/motivated me. I have a healthy body. I am lucky enough to have the privilege to play and compete in a sport. (I recently joined the track team.) And that guy, who wants nothing more than to be able to compete, can't. So I took it as my responsibility to do as much as I can to be the best athlete I can be. It's not fair if I do anything less than that.  

 **So, guys. I want to know if any of you have gained/learned anything from the Olympic? I gained motivation. (So sorry for the two day absence.)**

A Revelation

  Today, I realized something very profound. I have been to Alaska two times. The first time, I was not very tan or "brown" because it was very cloudy and not sunny at all. The second time, I got very dark (in my standards) because it was a very, very sunny year for Alaska. You see, I'm part American Indian. Most of the year, you can barely tell, but in the summer, when I'm outside a lot, I get very tan.

  So on the way back from Alaska the second time, when I was very dark, I was "randomly" searched. By this I mean I was singled out of a long line and every single bit of my luggage was checked. No pocket was left unopened. I thought nothing of it at the time, but today, 6 months later, I got to thinking. I've been on 12 flights in my 16 years, and I have only been searched the one time I was darker than average.

  Now I know this could be just a coincidence, but it still has me shocked. It's one thing to hear about racial profiling, but it's another to be on the receiving end of it. I have a new look on this subject. I truly do. 

**Sorry for the short post guys! I really wanted to share this story with you. It's short but profound to me.**

Morgan's Lullaby: Part 3

     The next time Morgan opens her eyes, she is in a dark hospital room. She looks around to see what's going on. She only has a vague memory of the night before: when she took the pills. It is more like a bad dream in here mind than a true memory. 

 "No. No. No," Morgan thinks to herself, "This isn't happening to me." 

   She becomes aware of all of the different tubes attached to her body. Was she really in this bad of shape? Why did they save her? "They should have let me die," Morgan thinks furiously. A sudden urge to run down the halls of this sleeping hospital and escape overwhelms her. The last thing she wants to do is deal with her family.

  Morgan once again looks at her surroundings. This time, she notices things she hadn't seen before. There are flowers of all types littering the room. 

  "Where could those have come from?" She thinks to herself. 

  She assumes they must have been from the previous patient. There is no way they came for her. While thinking about the flowers, Morgan falls asleep and doesn't awaken until the morning. 

  "Why would she do this," she hears her mother saying. Morgan isn't sure who her mom is talking to, but she doesn't dare open her eyes. "I have no idea," she recognizes this voice. Her mom is talking to her father. "We've always known she was a little... off," her dad shoots. This sets Morgan off. 

  "How dare you?!," Morgan hisses, "I'm off? I'm normal for having such shitty parents!" 

  A deafening quiet falls on the room broken only by the sound of the machines monitoring Morgan's pulse. "We didn't know you were awake," her mom says. "Well I was," Morgan shoots back. With this, her parents leave without another word. 

   "This is going to be rough," Morgan thinks as she closes her eyes, "oh well." 

I'm a Terrible Person

    I am so ashamed that I'm having a hard time even writing this post. I CAN'T seem to make myself write what I'm supposed to write on the right days. I did not finish Morgan's Lullaby: Part Three for today. I will have it up tomorrow, like always. I'm so sorry. It will be up tomorrow. It will. 

Update!

  This is an add on from my "My Struggle's" post. I wasn't going to add on, but something of interest happened today. I joined the track team! Shocking right? I just... went for it. Conditioning starts tomorrow after school, and I couldn't be more excited. Maybe I won't be great, maybe I won't rank, but this is a pretty big achievement for me. I'm going to give it my all and hope that's enough.

 I'm sorry if you guys don't enjoy my little personal rants. I just need to let some things out. Everyone does. I want this blog to be like a conversation between you guys and me. Hopefully you all like it. I try my best to put out personable material that you guys will like. Thanks for all of the support! :) Here's a picture of a puppy for the people who hated this post.  

Hump Day How-To (Entry 3)

  Hey guys! Today I'm pretty sick and had to use a sick day for school. So I figured I'd write about how to have a proper sick day. It's more important than you would think!

Step 1: Get as many blankets as you can. Blankets are an important part of a sick day because, if you're like me, you will be leaving your bed as little as possible. 

Step 2: Gather all of the medicine you're going to need. Cough syrup, cough drops, the works. Better to round them up first thing because you'll be looking for them later, trust me!

Step 3: Get a box of tissues because you will definitely be needing them. 

Step 4: Get a lot of things that will keep you entertained. iPods, books, movies, laptops, any and everything. Between sleeping, you're gonna need something to do.  

Step 5: Get a lot of water in reach. It's important to stay hydrated especially if you have a fever!

Step 6: Shut out the world. By this, I mean lose the phone. Focus on getting better, not other people. As hard as that sounds, it helps a lot. 

**Hope this helps you guys out! Today, I really had to put it to use, and it works!!! What are your guy's sick day rituals?**