Fallblog

"Ring around the rosy. Pocket full of posy. Ashes, ashes we all fall down."

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I've been falling down a lot lately. Big falls. Little falls. Embarrassing falls.

But it didn't always used to be this way. I didn't used to be this much of a klutz.

In fact, I would often make fun of the ditzy girls who were always falling flat on the face. Recently, I've turned into just that girl. Tripping over my own two feet even when I'm not moving.

            It all started last year. My first fall. (Okay, so obviously, I must have fallen a few times before I reached my junior year. But it was never a major one.) My first catastrophe, awe-inspiring, audience viewed,

terrible trip. The Maryville varsity track meet. I had unknowingly been signed up to run the 100 meter dash. I hadn't even stretched yet. So, I became increasingly flustered and was doomed from the start. The gun shot, and I was off, running as fast as I could. I was going to get second in my heat when all of the sudden, 

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  I bounced head first on to the track, hit the ground, bounced back up and hit again. The crowded gasped and watch in horror as my unmoving body continued to not move. A good 4 seconds (or what seemed like a lifetime) passed. Once I got back up I continued running. I'd finished the race in 23 seconds, which wasn't a bad time considering the whole... incident. My coach, as well as the 400 person audience, was glad to see that I was still able to move at all.

            My second favorite fall just happened recently. At the Neosho debate tournament. My best friend, Hannah, and I were looking for Theo, a boy, and his friend Sarah, a girl. Once we spotted them down the hall, I started running towards them at full speed. This might not have been such a bad idea except for the fact that I was no longer wearing shoes. Running can be tricky business when you're just wearing pantie hose. What makes this story even better is the fact that I was wearing my signature purple dinosaur backpack, yellow horned hood and all. Running, head down, horns pointed in the angry charging dino position, I tripped. Better yet, completely whipped out. The good thing is, I was able to laugh about it. After checking to make sure that no bones we broken, I was even able to get back up.

            This is what we need to do in life, with all the situations we’re in. Whether we fall literally, or mentally. Sometimes, things happen to us that will get us down, but if we just learn to laugh about our mistakes, we would be much less stressed out. If we’d just realize that in a matter of time, no one will even remember your mistake (unless you’re me, in which case your catastrophic track mishap will be brought up the very first day of practice the next year.) So, if you do happen to trip up a few times, who knows, maybe you’ll make some good memories along the way.

 

Debate Room After School

This is what the debate room looked like today after school. The two boys on the left are deeply in love... I mean, "very good debate partners". They often flaunt there skills, I mean, "help the younger students", with various after school work session. The three beautiful looking children at the table are trying not to fall asleep... I mean, "learning the ways of effective speech giving". The two angelic figures at the computer with the colorful bottoms are myself and Savannah. We don't, haven't ever, and will never participate in a debate. Instead, we call ourselfs "forensics students". We happily choose to compete in interp. events only. It's kind of like acting, only not. I guess you could refer to us as drama queens.         
             The purple shirt wearing guy at the back of the room is our coach, Mr. Pittman. He's kind of a big deal, and this is his last year as a debate coach. He plans to retire and open up a women's fashion line (or so I've heard). Notice how he is standing next to a swirly vortex of doom. Often times, the tension in the debate room gets so bad, you can literally see it looming around, ready to choke anyone who dare go near it.
Today, this tension was caused by none other than myself, as I sit at the computer, creating this very picture of the events you see before you. Needless to say, waiting for my brother, who was working on his own debates for two hours, made me extremely bored.

That Awkward First Blog

In my almost 18 years of living I've discovered the answers to many of the questions we ponder as kids. Through trial and error I've realized the following 8 things: 

1. Boys, you've been right all along. Women are the inferior gender.You are smarter, stronger and more superior than all the women of the world.

2. Ladies, it's best to just let men go on thinking what they wish. It's not worth arguing with creatures who have pride the size of elephants and brains the size of the peanuts they're fed.

3. If you're single, its not because nobody wants you. It's because you're waiting to find someone who deserves to be with you. (Now repeat this statement approximately 37 times until you actually believe it.)

4. It's okay to enjoy reading. In fact, most schools encourage this ancient activity stating that it can increase students ability to think, communicate, and even become productive members of society.

5. When living in Northwest Missouri, there is no reason to go tanning every Monday-Wednesday-Friday to try to achieve that ultimate glow. (You should save your money to perhaps purchase some pride instead.)

6. The girls who don't have to wear make up to feel pretty are the ones we should look up to. For the rest of us, make up should be used only to enhance features that already exist. Do not try to paint on a face that isn't really yours. (People will notice...)

7. Folk music is the best. (Period.)

8. The problems that you think are problems when you're a kid, seem like nothing at all when you realize you're becoming an adult. Instead, you realize your parents were always right, you shouldn't judge people before you truly know them, and you're probably not going to marry the first person you date (or the second...or the fifth...or the tenth...)

Please note that there are many things I've learned in my short time on this planet. The following were just the first to pop in my mind.