Dance

This is a short story of how I survived the first half of Junior year in High School. So The first day of school. It was my first time having an actual school scheduled. First period, it was to be very awkward at first feeling that hopefully someone I know walks in, in that moment someone did. It was a relief someone did. I got along with her very well and few others came in a at our table and thought, make a new friend,you can do it. Once class started we all had to make introductions and from there on, we became classmates. Second period, to be honest this period is well, just don't open your mouth too often. I thought 'I can survive it'. Third period, chemistry, OOIII, you know how it goes, if not then you'll soon know;). Now, fourth period, cheese where do I do even start, to be honest it's the one class I don't have any feelings for, I mean the teacher is something (in a good way). He seemed like a hard core person but in a mature way, he is very nice to ...

So to be honest, my brain was in a recharging stage/mode thingy. I was taking advantage of the break and actually catching my breath before swimming again for the next event. One how I was catching  my breath was reading a book about women who changed the world but yer aren't in the history books. As I read, I was able to deep think a lot and when I mean a lot its a LOT. I thought 'this is towards the of one of many big races, if you finish with knowing you did your best and hardest, may get first place,' but then I somehow slept. I ate, thought, danced, slept. That was my vacation and it was amazing.

I did my interview, how did I do?

The value of time. It is a big role in our lives and really we stress, get angry, get sad, get happy. Everything we do evolves around time. Use it wisely.

The vocabulary. What is it? I know it's something we literally use everyday. In our daily everyday routine. If you can not figure it out. Well, watch yourself.The answer is right there, just need to look a little further.

Travelling is a fool's paradise- running but eventually embarking on yourself I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea- getting ready for the journey far at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from- facing old self  Your own gift- you is what makes you

The other terror every time you learn and grow your changing your mind everyday 'why would your keep your head over your shoulder?' use every resources you have? able to function Consistently - how you processes on being older is it so bad to be misunderstood? great is to be misunderstood easily understandable different-admirable andys and hemela virtual device-human (can) believe the voyage of the best ships are zig zag lines leave it how it will, do right now escort of angles self dependent self arrived we don't respect someone because they ask to, we respect because we see if they need it what if you were aware all the little things in life you do?