A lot of the time, people tend to click together in the sense that they fit together.
Friends click together, especially best friends.
Usually the story behind best friends is that they've known each other for years, they went to school together, their parents knew each other before they were born, things like that. They're friendship is set at an early time of life.
Other times, it happens later in life and over a short amount of time.
This amount of time can be anything from a few days to a few weeks. I find that with the older you get, the more unintentional best friends you have; meaning that you become best friends with them because in a short amount of time, they become or go-to person to communicate with.
At my old school, my best friend and I had known each other for ages, we've been best friends since grade two and we haven't looked back since.
Once again at my old school but with a different group of friends, I clicked with them at first, but then we just sort of didn't click together any more.
Arriving at my new school this year, I wasn't sure what was going to happen.
I was hoping to make friends on my first day of school, but that didn't really happen for me.
With almost a full month of school done, I've defiantly made a few friends.
I have the same group of people that I have all my classes with that are good friends of mine, I have friends that I only have a few classes with, but that's okay.
I have many new friends now, and although I really enjoy being with them all and that I think they're great, I don't know if we've really clicked yet.
I will talk to them my whole school day, but I still feel as though I'm holding myself back when I'm with them.
However, I don't feel this way towards everyone.
There's one guy in particular at my new school that I really do feel a click with.
With only one month of school completed, I think that I could call him my best friend there because I can easily talk him about everything and I don't feel nervous around him at all.
I really believe that I've had one of my first moment a where I instantly clicked with someone that I barely knew to begin with.
It's a bit odd seeing as there's still so much for me to learn about him and vice versa, but we both enjoy each other's company.
Clicking with someone you just meant is such a great thing because it gives you a go-to friend when you feel alone or you don't know where to go in a new environment.
In all honesty, feeling as though I have a clicked with someone I just met is a great feeling. Because of this click, I have someone to hang out with outside of school and I have someone I'm not scared to ask for help.
I've never felt as though I have a connection with someone that I met as soon as I did with this guy, but I have one with him.
I hope that this is something that everyone will experience at least once in their life.
It can take years to build up a high level of trust with a previous friend, but to have that same level of trust within someone that you just met is almost a relieving feeling.
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Wednesday 30 September 2015
Sunday 27 September 2015
The Beginning Of An Amazing Adventure
I've always been a wanderer at heart.
I remember when I was younger, my mom would be in the living room with her cup of tea in the morning and she would be watching travel shows, and I would be making mental lists of where I wanted to go.
I would watch the show with her, but I was never actually there because I dreamt about being in the location of the travel episode we were watching.
Growing up. I still am filled with wanderlust, but I can't exactly do anything about it yet.
I can picture these grand and amazing adventures when I can't even afford two packs of gum.
As I grew older, the desire to travel and to have an adventure was put on the backburner while I started to focus more on school and my jobs.
When things in my life started to get too chaotic, I saw adventures as a way to leave everything behind. It's like as soon as I have the greatest adventure of my life, I'll be okay.
I'd be leaving the stress of work, of school and of home life behind me.
It would only be me and an unexplored part of the world to me that was just waiting to be explored.
I've heard travel stories from dozens of people, and every time I hear a story, I feel as though something is missing in my life and and I won't feel while until I have this grand adventure.
I spent the day with my friends today and one that I'm particularly close to kept saying that we were going on an adventure whenever we started to walk to a new destination.
I never realized how right he was until today.
According to Google, the definition of an adventure is "An unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity."
Although it's not always hazardous, spending time with my friends, there's always something unusual and exciting. There's always something to laugh at, you never know what topics are going to come up in conversation; it's always an adventure.
Something else that's unusual and exciting is that from where I live, there's a lunar eclipse tonight.
I've been photographing it and watching in amazement as the moon is slowly becoming dark and then red.
I don't think I've ever watched a lunar eclipse before, so this is something completely new and interesting and amazing to me.
With all of these events going on, I realized that adventures don't have to be as big and as extraordinary as I pictured them when I was younger, they just have to be something new to me.
I am not in the part of my life where I can control anything whenever and however I want to and I know that, but I'm not going to let that stop me from trying to fill that emptiness I have from not being able to have a great adventure right now, but I don't have to go far to have an amazing adventure.
Sometimes the greatest adventures of them all happen where you least expect them to.
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I remember when I was younger, my mom would be in the living room with her cup of tea in the morning and she would be watching travel shows, and I would be making mental lists of where I wanted to go.
I would watch the show with her, but I was never actually there because I dreamt about being in the location of the travel episode we were watching.
Growing up. I still am filled with wanderlust, but I can't exactly do anything about it yet.
I can picture these grand and amazing adventures when I can't even afford two packs of gum.
As I grew older, the desire to travel and to have an adventure was put on the backburner while I started to focus more on school and my jobs.
When things in my life started to get too chaotic, I saw adventures as a way to leave everything behind. It's like as soon as I have the greatest adventure of my life, I'll be okay.
I'd be leaving the stress of work, of school and of home life behind me.
It would only be me and an unexplored part of the world to me that was just waiting to be explored.
I've heard travel stories from dozens of people, and every time I hear a story, I feel as though something is missing in my life and and I won't feel while until I have this grand adventure.
I spent the day with my friends today and one that I'm particularly close to kept saying that we were going on an adventure whenever we started to walk to a new destination.
I never realized how right he was until today.
According to Google, the definition of an adventure is "An unusual and exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity."
Although it's not always hazardous, spending time with my friends, there's always something unusual and exciting. There's always something to laugh at, you never know what topics are going to come up in conversation; it's always an adventure.
Something else that's unusual and exciting is that from where I live, there's a lunar eclipse tonight.
I've been photographing it and watching in amazement as the moon is slowly becoming dark and then red.
I don't think I've ever watched a lunar eclipse before, so this is something completely new and interesting and amazing to me.
With all of these events going on, I realized that adventures don't have to be as big and as extraordinary as I pictured them when I was younger, they just have to be something new to me.
I am not in the part of my life where I can control anything whenever and however I want to and I know that, but I'm not going to let that stop me from trying to fill that emptiness I have from not being able to have a great adventure right now, but I don't have to go far to have an amazing adventure.
Sometimes the greatest adventures of them all happen where you least expect them to.
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Wednesday 23 September 2015
Being Non-Violent
I always thought that I'd be someone who had everything under control; everything from school life to social life, but upon growing up, I realized that I didn't have a much control over as much as I'd hoped.
When I was told by my doctor that I have anxiety, it wasn't a surprise. Everything was piling up, it was mental breakdown after mental breakdown, getting nervous at any little noise in the classroom and just feeling off the whole day.
I wasn't shocked in that doctors office.
Since then, things have changed. I feel as though my anxiety is under a lot better control. Switching schools did raise my anxiety, but I now have friends and I know that people are there for me, so it's alright now.
Things might be feeling better, but I also have bad days.
I have days where I'm really on edge, I have days where I just hate myself.
I rethink every little thing that I did and I hate myself for doing it.
Since going to the doctors to be diagnosed, I've signed up for a yoga class to help with the anxiety.
At the begin of the class today, the instructor told us about her other work experiences and a few other things that I'd like to share with you all.
When we hear the words "non-violent" or "stopping the violence", the first thing many people picture is someone who's beating another person, but they stop. We picture someone physically hurting another individual, but they stop.
Then, our brain reminds us that there's not only physical violence, but also mental violence. There, we see someone playing mind games with someone, telling them that they're never good enough and insulting them, but then they suddenly stop.
Most people only recognize physical and mental violence when it's performed on someone else, but what about ourselves?
Physically and emotionally harming ourselves is like physically or emotionally harming someone else.
We think awful things to ourselves about how we aren't ever good enough, or we can't do something, but how is that any different from saying it to someone else?
We don't realize it, but we're violent to ourselves, some constantly and others rarely, but we're still being violent.
I understand how hard it is to change a frame of mind once you're stuck in your previous one, but we do have to change the way we think about ourselves.
We're being violent to ourselves and slowly we're destroying ourselves from the inside out with the little remarks such as "I knew you couldn't do it," or "Are you serious? I can't believe you did that, you're such an idiot."
You might believe that you can only be violent both physically and mentally towards someone else, but I hope that I've persuaded you all into seeing that that's false.
Being negative to yourself is just as violent as you being negative towards someone else.
Working together to stop violence is an important thing and it must be done.
One of the first ways to do so is to stop being violent towards yourself.
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When I was told by my doctor that I have anxiety, it wasn't a surprise. Everything was piling up, it was mental breakdown after mental breakdown, getting nervous at any little noise in the classroom and just feeling off the whole day.
I wasn't shocked in that doctors office.
Since then, things have changed. I feel as though my anxiety is under a lot better control. Switching schools did raise my anxiety, but I now have friends and I know that people are there for me, so it's alright now.
Things might be feeling better, but I also have bad days.
I have days where I'm really on edge, I have days where I just hate myself.
I rethink every little thing that I did and I hate myself for doing it.
Since going to the doctors to be diagnosed, I've signed up for a yoga class to help with the anxiety.
At the begin of the class today, the instructor told us about her other work experiences and a few other things that I'd like to share with you all.
When we hear the words "non-violent" or "stopping the violence", the first thing many people picture is someone who's beating another person, but they stop. We picture someone physically hurting another individual, but they stop.
Then, our brain reminds us that there's not only physical violence, but also mental violence. There, we see someone playing mind games with someone, telling them that they're never good enough and insulting them, but then they suddenly stop.
Most people only recognize physical and mental violence when it's performed on someone else, but what about ourselves?
Physically and emotionally harming ourselves is like physically or emotionally harming someone else.
We think awful things to ourselves about how we aren't ever good enough, or we can't do something, but how is that any different from saying it to someone else?
We don't realize it, but we're violent to ourselves, some constantly and others rarely, but we're still being violent.
I understand how hard it is to change a frame of mind once you're stuck in your previous one, but we do have to change the way we think about ourselves.
We're being violent to ourselves and slowly we're destroying ourselves from the inside out with the little remarks such as "I knew you couldn't do it," or "Are you serious? I can't believe you did that, you're such an idiot."
You might believe that you can only be violent both physically and mentally towards someone else, but I hope that I've persuaded you all into seeing that that's false.
Being negative to yourself is just as violent as you being negative towards someone else.
Working together to stop violence is an important thing and it must be done.
One of the first ways to do so is to stop being violent towards yourself.
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Sunday 20 September 2015
Final Decision
As the majority of you may know, from the start of the summer to just recently, I've been debating whether or not my decision to switch schools was the right one or not.
I'm glad to tell you all that I think that I have my final decision on the matter.
I am happy that I did it.
Of course a piece of me will always miss my old school, all of my old friends are there, everything I ever knew is back at that school, but I'm happy with my new school.
I didn't think that I would make many friends, but I did. I have a handful of friends that I talk to every school day. I can't say that I have best friends right now, I'm not particularly very close with all of them, but I do have someone that I have hung out with for a week straight (and there's also this next school week to be added to that) and I find them easy to talk to.
School is still something that I don't specifically look forward to, but I feel as though there's something more for me there.
I felt fine at my old school, but now I feel...accepted. I feel as though there's something for me at that school that I didn't have before.
Of course I still find it terrifying to walk in the hallway at times, but that will probably stay until the rest of the year.
Something else that's really exciting is that I made my school's boys baseball team!
Well, I'm sort of on the team.
I am one of four AP players which means I'm an affiliate player. That means that I only play in exhibition games or if we have a secure spot in a tournament.
I'm happy with that because all the boys who tried out are high level baseball players.
I don't find myself wondering what if, of course I get nervous sometimes when I arrive at the fields for a practice or game, but there are three other people on the bench and then I take a breath and realize that everything is going to be okay.
During the summer, my older cousin was telling how it's a good thing to be nervous sometimes and back then, I was wondering "How? How can it possibly be a good thing?" But now I understand.
Being nervous isn't a sign of weakness, it's a sign of being human.
I still have many things to learn about the school and the people in it, but I think it's going to be a good year.
Everything is falling into place for me at the moment. I start working as a swim teacher this Saturday, I'm volunteering at the museum, I'm a peer tutor during some of my lunch breaks and helping other students learn french, I don't feel too stressed (yet) with my homework and I have people to turn to when I need to talk to someone.
I don't know what it is, if it's the things I listed above or not, but something feels right at the moment and I really hope that that feeling doesn't change.
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I'm glad to tell you all that I think that I have my final decision on the matter.
I am happy that I did it.
Of course a piece of me will always miss my old school, all of my old friends are there, everything I ever knew is back at that school, but I'm happy with my new school.
I didn't think that I would make many friends, but I did. I have a handful of friends that I talk to every school day. I can't say that I have best friends right now, I'm not particularly very close with all of them, but I do have someone that I have hung out with for a week straight (and there's also this next school week to be added to that) and I find them easy to talk to.
School is still something that I don't specifically look forward to, but I feel as though there's something more for me there.
I felt fine at my old school, but now I feel...accepted. I feel as though there's something for me at that school that I didn't have before.
Of course I still find it terrifying to walk in the hallway at times, but that will probably stay until the rest of the year.
Something else that's really exciting is that I made my school's boys baseball team!
Well, I'm sort of on the team.
I am one of four AP players which means I'm an affiliate player. That means that I only play in exhibition games or if we have a secure spot in a tournament.
I'm happy with that because all the boys who tried out are high level baseball players.
I don't find myself wondering what if, of course I get nervous sometimes when I arrive at the fields for a practice or game, but there are three other people on the bench and then I take a breath and realize that everything is going to be okay.
During the summer, my older cousin was telling how it's a good thing to be nervous sometimes and back then, I was wondering "How? How can it possibly be a good thing?" But now I understand.
Being nervous isn't a sign of weakness, it's a sign of being human.
I still have many things to learn about the school and the people in it, but I think it's going to be a good year.
Everything is falling into place for me at the moment. I start working as a swim teacher this Saturday, I'm volunteering at the museum, I'm a peer tutor during some of my lunch breaks and helping other students learn french, I don't feel too stressed (yet) with my homework and I have people to turn to when I need to talk to someone.
I don't know what it is, if it's the things I listed above or not, but something feels right at the moment and I really hope that that feeling doesn't change.
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Wednesday 16 September 2015
Love/Hate Tag
I was tagged by the incredibly kind, sweet and amazing makinglifeacamera to do the love/hate tag. I haven't read too any of the Love/Hate Tag posts by other bloggers, but I'm super excited to be nominated and to be able to read more posts!
The rules:
- State 10 things you love and 10 things you hate.
- Tag 10 other bloggers to do the challenge.
Ten Things I Love:
- Music. I love playing either my guitar or bass, I love listening to music or anything involved with music.
- Photography. It's the worst when I get to the place and I think to myself that I should've brought my good camera (Canon Rebel T5i), but I love it when I remember to bring it along with me!
- Talking to my friends. I love to feel connected with the world and talking with my friends is a great way to do so.
- Teaching little kids. I'm a swim teacher, and I love it when a smaller kid realizes that they can do something by themselves for the first time ever.
- Waking up to rain. It gives off a calming effect for me.
- Learning about history. I also work in an immigration museum and I find the history of immigration fascinating. I also find the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table even more fascinating.
- This might seem a little odd a first, but I love contact. Whether it's a hug, holding hands or someone playing with my hair, I love having the feeling of knowing that someone is right there.
- Dogs. I absolutely adore dogs, especially mildly big dogs such as Golden Retrievers, Labs, Duck Tollers, so on and so forth. My grandmother has a cross between a Golden Retriever and a Duck Toller and we're pretty good pals. When my family dog sitted her, I admit to spending the most time with her because I hogged her for myself.
- Reading. I love how reading can easily put me in a different time era or an unimaginable situation which makes me imagine what I would do in a character's place.
- Youtube. I might spend a total of an hour or two on there a day...but that's okay for now...
Ten Things I Hate:
- Tomatoes. I never grew to like them and I especially hate cherry tomatoes.
- When I lose things. I was handed a slip of paper with my next shifts on them for working at the museum, and let's just say that I'll be looking for it once I finish this blog post.
- When my eyeliner looks perfect on one eye, yet on the other it looks uneven. This still happens to me and it's frustrating at times.
- When the apps on my phone randomly shut down. I'll try to look for work emails, but my phone will freeze and shut the app. I'll just start turning my phone off more.
- Insanely loud environments. I'm not a fan of walking into a place when I didn't expect loud noises. I'm fine at concerts per example, but not school dances or events at school in general.
- Being a perfectionist. I feel as though nothing is ever good enough. For example, I can take photos at the same angle and with the same lighting, but I could stare at them for hours trying to figure out which one is the better photo.
- Walking around alone in the dark. If I have a friend with me, then I actually enjoy it, but when I'm alone, I jump at every little sound.
- Math. I've never been a fan of the class or the subject in general, but it must be done.
- When people don't know where to cross the line. You don't know who around you can overhear what you think is a hilarious rape or race joke, there are subjects that you should never joke about.
- Writing on a partition for music. My music teacher from last year would have student highlight specific things on the partition. I could never bring myself to write on my partitions, let alone highlight specific elements.
There you go! Thats the Love/Hate Tag and I had a great time writing this!
I nominate:
Please let me know if I spelt your blog name wrong or the link isn't quite right and I'll fix it right away! I hope that you all decided to do this tag, I'll look forward to reading them!
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Sunday 13 September 2015
Jumping In Feet First
I've been struggling a little bit to make friends in my classes. I have the same group of people that I chat to in classes, but I don't know if I can call them friends yet.
They're all really nice and funny, but I don't talk to them during lunch or outside of school, it's only been in a classroom.
One girl from my softball team is in my grade, she's not in any of my classes, but she's having an easier time making friends seeing as she's really outgoing.
I, on the other hand, am not.
The other day, she was talking about all of her friends and said that she as texting a few of them and I don't really have the contact information of the few people I talk to in class.
Today I went to the library with my friend so that we could get homework done, and she told me that one of her friends was coming with us.
We planned to go to the library at 12:00pm, but apparently it only opened at 2:00pm.
My friend was bored at 12:00pm, so we decided to meet up at a coffee shop not far from the library. I was there maybe 30 minutes before her and I started an English paper and got about halfway through before she showed up.
We got ourselves some drinks and we sat in the comfy seats, talked and I typed my paper.
Not too long after, her friend walked in, got himself a drink and joined us.
I was actually a little nervous, I haven't seen him around school, I didn't know who he was at all and I was nervous to make a fool of myself.
We spent about an hour and a half in the coffee shop, and for the first 45 minutes to an hour maybe, I wouldn't look at him.
Whenever I was talking to the both of them, I would look at my friend and I just couldn't make eye contact with him.
Eventually, we started talking a little bit more, realizing we have a lot of similar interest and we have a really similar music taste.
I pretty much finished all my homework at the coffee shop, but I had some extra things to do at the library which was to write down my thoughts about certain passages from an exert from a book that we had to read in English.
I wrote down one, maybe two, lines.
We spent almost two hours in the library, but none of us got any work done.
We had a little corner to ourselves, so we just messed around, had a laugh and we just had a good time in general.
I definitely feel a lot more comfortable around him then I did when I first met him and that's great because now I think I have my first official friend whom I didn't know going into the new school.
During the day, I learnt that when it comes to new things, it's best to just take a breath and jump in.
It's better to jump in feet first, don't test the water because then you might decided to not get in the water, but if you jump, you'll have a bigger chance of enjoying yourself later on.
My friend had an easier time making friends because she jumped in feet first.
I stood on the side testing the water, it's as if I've been playing things too safe.
Because I'm too nervous to say hi to the people around me, I haven't been making many friends so far.
Today defiantly helped boost my confidence and I hope to jump in and make new friends this week.
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They're all really nice and funny, but I don't talk to them during lunch or outside of school, it's only been in a classroom.
One girl from my softball team is in my grade, she's not in any of my classes, but she's having an easier time making friends seeing as she's really outgoing.
I, on the other hand, am not.
The other day, she was talking about all of her friends and said that she as texting a few of them and I don't really have the contact information of the few people I talk to in class.
Today I went to the library with my friend so that we could get homework done, and she told me that one of her friends was coming with us.
We planned to go to the library at 12:00pm, but apparently it only opened at 2:00pm.
My friend was bored at 12:00pm, so we decided to meet up at a coffee shop not far from the library. I was there maybe 30 minutes before her and I started an English paper and got about halfway through before she showed up.
We got ourselves some drinks and we sat in the comfy seats, talked and I typed my paper.
Not too long after, her friend walked in, got himself a drink and joined us.
I was actually a little nervous, I haven't seen him around school, I didn't know who he was at all and I was nervous to make a fool of myself.
We spent about an hour and a half in the coffee shop, and for the first 45 minutes to an hour maybe, I wouldn't look at him.
Whenever I was talking to the both of them, I would look at my friend and I just couldn't make eye contact with him.
Eventually, we started talking a little bit more, realizing we have a lot of similar interest and we have a really similar music taste.
I pretty much finished all my homework at the coffee shop, but I had some extra things to do at the library which was to write down my thoughts about certain passages from an exert from a book that we had to read in English.
I wrote down one, maybe two, lines.
We spent almost two hours in the library, but none of us got any work done.
We had a little corner to ourselves, so we just messed around, had a laugh and we just had a good time in general.
I definitely feel a lot more comfortable around him then I did when I first met him and that's great because now I think I have my first official friend whom I didn't know going into the new school.
During the day, I learnt that when it comes to new things, it's best to just take a breath and jump in.
It's better to jump in feet first, don't test the water because then you might decided to not get in the water, but if you jump, you'll have a bigger chance of enjoying yourself later on.
My friend had an easier time making friends because she jumped in feet first.
I stood on the side testing the water, it's as if I've been playing things too safe.
Because I'm too nervous to say hi to the people around me, I haven't been making many friends so far.
Today defiantly helped boost my confidence and I hope to jump in and make new friends this week.
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Wednesday 9 September 2015
School Tryouts
Well my lovely readers, I did as I said I would and I went to my school's baseball tryouts today.
If I'm honest with you guys, I thought many times about not going and just saying that I didn't make the team it something came up, but I fought that urge and I went to the tryouts.
When I got there, there were only two other girls trying out and I previously knew them because I played softball with them, but I did recognize one other kid from my math class.
Besides that, it shouldn't be called the boys team, instead it should be called the men's team.
Little 5'4 me was up against all the seniors of the school who are around 6 feet tall and all have beards.
Admittedly, when I got there I was extremely nervous, but I gradually found myself feeling a little more relaxed.
Besides that, I don't think that they were horrible.
I definitely had a sore shoulder because it's so different from throwing a softball that my shoulder got sore and stiff pretty soon, so when it came to easy throws that came up short I was kicking myself a little bit.
The tryouts today were more like a scrimmage (a game played by one team and you separate the players accordingly) and I only got up to bat twice. They weren't awful, the first time took a lot of getting used to because the bat and the technique you have is quite different, so I struck out.
I struck out my second time at bat too, but I hit foul balls and that's good because the coaches know that I can make contact, it's just going to take some practice to get it right.
Of course it's hard going into something that you don't already know and it's even harder when you don't know many people around you, but putting yourself out there will help you with that.
You'll get to meet new people and it will give you a new experience.
I was terrified going into the tryout and imagined all the worst cases scenarios possible, but it all went fine, I'm here writing this post, I'm alive.
Will I make the team? That's a whole different question.
Will I regret ever going to the tryouts? I'll have to say no because then I won't ever wonder "What if?" and I'll be proud of myself for trying.
I'm still working on the whole "making friends" issue, and if you're on the same page as me, then clubs or school sports can defiantly help you make friends fast.
If you go in not really knowing what you're doing, that's fine, people will be there to help you.
Don't be afraid of something just because you feel alone or unprepared going in. Soon, you won't be alone and you'll know exactly what to expect.
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If I'm honest with you guys, I thought many times about not going and just saying that I didn't make the team it something came up, but I fought that urge and I went to the tryouts.
When I got there, there were only two other girls trying out and I previously knew them because I played softball with them, but I did recognize one other kid from my math class.
Besides that, it shouldn't be called the boys team, instead it should be called the men's team.
Little 5'4 me was up against all the seniors of the school who are around 6 feet tall and all have beards.
Admittedly, when I got there I was extremely nervous, but I gradually found myself feeling a little more relaxed.
Besides that, I don't think that they were horrible.
I definitely had a sore shoulder because it's so different from throwing a softball that my shoulder got sore and stiff pretty soon, so when it came to easy throws that came up short I was kicking myself a little bit.
The tryouts today were more like a scrimmage (a game played by one team and you separate the players accordingly) and I only got up to bat twice. They weren't awful, the first time took a lot of getting used to because the bat and the technique you have is quite different, so I struck out.
I struck out my second time at bat too, but I hit foul balls and that's good because the coaches know that I can make contact, it's just going to take some practice to get it right.
Of course it's hard going into something that you don't already know and it's even harder when you don't know many people around you, but putting yourself out there will help you with that.
You'll get to meet new people and it will give you a new experience.
I was terrified going into the tryout and imagined all the worst cases scenarios possible, but it all went fine, I'm here writing this post, I'm alive.
Will I make the team? That's a whole different question.
Will I regret ever going to the tryouts? I'll have to say no because then I won't ever wonder "What if?" and I'll be proud of myself for trying.
I'm still working on the whole "making friends" issue, and if you're on the same page as me, then clubs or school sports can defiantly help you make friends fast.
If you go in not really knowing what you're doing, that's fine, people will be there to help you.
Don't be afraid of something just because you feel alone or unprepared going in. Soon, you won't be alone and you'll know exactly what to expect.
One More Girl, no longer online
Sunday 6 September 2015
No More Wondering "What If?"
I jumped into this new school experience thinking that I would make friends right away and that I'd know the majority of the people in my classes.
I was beyond wrong.
I'm a rather shy person and I usually won't initiate a conversation. I'll try to keep it up, but I also tend to be the reason for them to fade out because I think that I talked too much or that the other person isn't interested.
Even on my anonymous blog, I have a few dedicated readers that leave lovely comments and I'm more than grateful for it and I keep myself updated with their blogs, I read them on a regular basis, but even then I don't want to comment in case it's confusing, read in the wrong way or it's unclear. I type out a comment that I find is really nice and has no problem with it whatsoever, but I work myself up to believing that it's wrong in a way and I end up erasing it.
If I can't even comment on blogs owned by the sweetest people ever, then I'm defiantly not outgoing enough to have friends yet.
I've talked to people, been introduced and have introduced myself, but nothing is set in stone yet.
I'm still nervous to go to school, I still don't really know anyone or can go up to someone and start a conversation so I find myself alone the majority of the mornings before school.
Being in band class is helping me out quite a bit because I can spend lunch in the band room and that's helping me meet people with common interests.
But seeing as today is Sunday and it was a beautiful weekend day, I went to the beach and relaxed.
I went with my parents, my godparents and cousin in-law (my poor cousin had to work in perfect beach weather) to a beach and I really enjoyed the time.
I took a nice, long walk on the beach, went in for a swim and what I thought was tanning turned out to be a major burn once I got home, but the beach was still enjoyable.
My cousin in-law is really sweet and she was asking me how the transition was for me and she was telling me a few of her high school stories and her story of when she changed schools in the middle of high school.
I was really interested in her stories and I found myself relating to how she felt when she went through it more and more.
She told me advice that I've heard so many times before but didn't take seriously until now.
Don't hold back.
She told me all the things she regretted not doing and how you don't really think about it and regret it until later in life.
I guess it's the fact that it was personal to her and that she had a hint of sadness in her voice for not doing everything she told me about that made me realize that I should expand my horizons a bit.
I've decided that I'm going to try out for my school's baseball team.
It's nothing much, but it's a start.
I don't want to regret anything from my school years, I'd rather do it and say "Why on earth did I think that that was a good idea?" than always wonder "What if?"
I'm going to make this school worth something for me and you guys shouldn't be afraid to do the same.
One More Girl, no longer online.
I was beyond wrong.
I'm a rather shy person and I usually won't initiate a conversation. I'll try to keep it up, but I also tend to be the reason for them to fade out because I think that I talked too much or that the other person isn't interested.
Even on my anonymous blog, I have a few dedicated readers that leave lovely comments and I'm more than grateful for it and I keep myself updated with their blogs, I read them on a regular basis, but even then I don't want to comment in case it's confusing, read in the wrong way or it's unclear. I type out a comment that I find is really nice and has no problem with it whatsoever, but I work myself up to believing that it's wrong in a way and I end up erasing it.
If I can't even comment on blogs owned by the sweetest people ever, then I'm defiantly not outgoing enough to have friends yet.
I've talked to people, been introduced and have introduced myself, but nothing is set in stone yet.
I'm still nervous to go to school, I still don't really know anyone or can go up to someone and start a conversation so I find myself alone the majority of the mornings before school.
Being in band class is helping me out quite a bit because I can spend lunch in the band room and that's helping me meet people with common interests.
But seeing as today is Sunday and it was a beautiful weekend day, I went to the beach and relaxed.
I went with my parents, my godparents and cousin in-law (my poor cousin had to work in perfect beach weather) to a beach and I really enjoyed the time.
I took a nice, long walk on the beach, went in for a swim and what I thought was tanning turned out to be a major burn once I got home, but the beach was still enjoyable.
My cousin in-law is really sweet and she was asking me how the transition was for me and she was telling me a few of her high school stories and her story of when she changed schools in the middle of high school.
I was really interested in her stories and I found myself relating to how she felt when she went through it more and more.
She told me advice that I've heard so many times before but didn't take seriously until now.
Don't hold back.
She told me all the things she regretted not doing and how you don't really think about it and regret it until later in life.
I guess it's the fact that it was personal to her and that she had a hint of sadness in her voice for not doing everything she told me about that made me realize that I should expand my horizons a bit.
I've decided that I'm going to try out for my school's baseball team.
It's nothing much, but it's a start.
I don't want to regret anything from my school years, I'd rather do it and say "Why on earth did I think that that was a good idea?" than always wonder "What if?"
I'm going to make this school worth something for me and you guys shouldn't be afraid to do the same.
One More Girl, no longer online.
Wednesday 2 September 2015
First Day Back To School
As many of you know, this summer I decided to change quite a bit and that includes schools and completely changing school boards.
Today was my first day of school and it wasn't...disastrous.
Two girls on my softball team are also attending the school, so I was going to meet up with them before classes started, but I'm not in any of their classes.
I was the first one out of us three to get to the school, so I spent a good five minutes standing around on my own in a crowded hallway, pretending to be interested in something on my phone.
When one of my friends showed up, I felt a lot more at ease.
We waited a bit until our other friend came and she showed us to our classes (because I never got a proper orientation to the school and my friend is coming from being homeschooled), so I wasn't the first one in the classroom.
On the contrary, it was quite full.
Honestly, it's one of my biggest fear to walk in a quiet room full of people that I don't know.
The people I knew at the school were all in different classes. At times there were kids that I knew from seeing around town, but there was no one in my class that I properly, previously, knew.
My heart was pounding and I got so worried that I went straight for the back of the class and didn't make eye contact with anyone.
It remained like that for my next class, too, but it got better from there.
I had English class and I ended up sitting next to a girl who knew me a little bit because she saw me teaching swimming lessons and recognized me, so we chatted for a bit and she's really nice.
During English, the teacher had us write up a little one minute presentation about ourselves so she could get to know us a little better and for our classmates to learn something about us.
Presentations took place today and more are happening tomorrow, but I went today.
It was awful, I was shaking, my heartbeat sped up again, I felt as though I was stumbling over words, I was at lost for words and I just wanted to leave the room.
I didn't though, I stuck with it and got it done and I was happy with myself for that.
I'm not great with oral presentations, especially in a place where I don't know anyone, but as soon as I got that over with, I felt a lot better.
By the time lunch ended and I had to go to my third class, I felt better. I got the worst part of the day over with and I spoke in front of the class.
By the end of third period, I had talked to a total of three people (including the girl from English class) and they were all really friendly.
It was funny because I was talking to a guy in my class and as you all might know I'm bilingual, and transferring terminology from math and science will be the hardest thing for me, but I struck up a deal with him that if he helps me in math, I'll help him in French.
I was lucky today because I had an off-block/free period, so I got to go home right after my third class.
Tomorrow and Friday I will have had a full school day (and school picture day on Thursday), so I'll have to give you guys my overall impression of the school (mainly just the classes I have this first semester) on Sunday after giving it some thought on Saturday.
First days are always the worst and always make people feel nervous, but as soon are you get over that one big drop where you get the most nerve wracking event over and done with, it's smooth sailing from there.
If you're nervous like I was, all you have to do is start a conversation with one person and you can stick by them during other classes. They could be just as nervous as you are and are more than happy to have you by their side.
I understand how difficult it can be to change schools and be in an environment with new people, so don't feel bad if you don't jump in and start talking to people right away. Take your time with it and go at a pace that you find comfortable.
There's only one first day, so as soon as that's done, it might be a little easier to breathe.
One More Girl, no longer online
Today was my first day of school and it wasn't...disastrous.
Two girls on my softball team are also attending the school, so I was going to meet up with them before classes started, but I'm not in any of their classes.
I was the first one out of us three to get to the school, so I spent a good five minutes standing around on my own in a crowded hallway, pretending to be interested in something on my phone.
When one of my friends showed up, I felt a lot more at ease.
We waited a bit until our other friend came and she showed us to our classes (because I never got a proper orientation to the school and my friend is coming from being homeschooled), so I wasn't the first one in the classroom.
On the contrary, it was quite full.
Honestly, it's one of my biggest fear to walk in a quiet room full of people that I don't know.
The people I knew at the school were all in different classes. At times there were kids that I knew from seeing around town, but there was no one in my class that I properly, previously, knew.
My heart was pounding and I got so worried that I went straight for the back of the class and didn't make eye contact with anyone.
It remained like that for my next class, too, but it got better from there.
I had English class and I ended up sitting next to a girl who knew me a little bit because she saw me teaching swimming lessons and recognized me, so we chatted for a bit and she's really nice.
During English, the teacher had us write up a little one minute presentation about ourselves so she could get to know us a little better and for our classmates to learn something about us.
Presentations took place today and more are happening tomorrow, but I went today.
It was awful, I was shaking, my heartbeat sped up again, I felt as though I was stumbling over words, I was at lost for words and I just wanted to leave the room.
I didn't though, I stuck with it and got it done and I was happy with myself for that.
I'm not great with oral presentations, especially in a place where I don't know anyone, but as soon as I got that over with, I felt a lot better.
By the time lunch ended and I had to go to my third class, I felt better. I got the worst part of the day over with and I spoke in front of the class.
By the end of third period, I had talked to a total of three people (including the girl from English class) and they were all really friendly.
It was funny because I was talking to a guy in my class and as you all might know I'm bilingual, and transferring terminology from math and science will be the hardest thing for me, but I struck up a deal with him that if he helps me in math, I'll help him in French.
I was lucky today because I had an off-block/free period, so I got to go home right after my third class.
Tomorrow and Friday I will have had a full school day (and school picture day on Thursday), so I'll have to give you guys my overall impression of the school (mainly just the classes I have this first semester) on Sunday after giving it some thought on Saturday.
First days are always the worst and always make people feel nervous, but as soon are you get over that one big drop where you get the most nerve wracking event over and done with, it's smooth sailing from there.
If you're nervous like I was, all you have to do is start a conversation with one person and you can stick by them during other classes. They could be just as nervous as you are and are more than happy to have you by their side.
I understand how difficult it can be to change schools and be in an environment with new people, so don't feel bad if you don't jump in and start talking to people right away. Take your time with it and go at a pace that you find comfortable.
There's only one first day, so as soon as that's done, it might be a little easier to breathe.
One More Girl, no longer online
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