Honors English 10 2015-2016
This week, I attended AP Calculus a whopping two days. Then I got to get my wisdom teeth out (:D) and miss the last 60% of the week. Good. Times. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. This blog is about AP Calc, and I’m here to tell you all about it.
During the part of the week I actually attended class, we finished section 4.2, which we actually started two weeks ago (?), so that was a little confusing. Luckily, the part of the section we had left was not as hard as the first part. We then learned section 4.3, or started to at least. I missed the last part of it, but I think I did the homework alright. Hopefully I didn’t miss much.
OKay, okay, I know I missed a quiz on Friday, but I’m fine. Yup, no stress.
I did think the stuff we were learning was pretty confusing. I mean, most of section 4.2 happened long, long ago, but going over it I was lost. The time gap didn’t help, I’m sure. I understood the basic principles of everything we went over, but actually implementing them was difficult, and long, mostly long.
4.3 wasn’t so bad, I don’t think. I think there were just so many terms and “tests” and rules and things that it got confusing. Once again, it’s just long and therefore easy to mess up somewhere along the way. Also it’s time consuming, and I was struggling to focus especially being in intense facial pain. But anyways…
I’m hoping I didn’t miss anything earth-shattering while I was busy suffering at home. Ah, I love missing school (only half-kidding).
This week, from Tuesday afternoon to Wednesday afternoon- for twenty-four hours- I went without any electronics. This was a very interesting experience for me and I really enjoyed the challenge.
This “electronic fast” was actually an extra credit opportunity for my AP Government class. When I heard about it I thought that it really sounded fun, difficult, yes, but like a good experience. So, I took the challenge, not really sure what I was getting myself into. As it turns out, going twenty-four hours without any electronics- phone, TV, iPad, computer, etc. - was much easier than I expected.
In the past, I’ve challenged myself to go days without my phone or the internet unless I needed it for class, usually on the weekends, but I’d never done anything quite to this extreme. I handed my phone to Mr. Hicks with a slight reluctance, nervous about what I was agreeing to.
Throughout the next twenty-four hours I realized that I really didn’t even miss my phone or other electronics that much. Sure, there were times when I wished I could look something up on the internet, turn on the TV for background noise, or text a friend, but mostly I barely noticed that I was missing anything. To be completely honest, I felt great. It’s not that I was able to get more done, or concentrate harder, or get more sleep- I’m always very time efficient- I just felt a sense of, well, clarity. I felt so much less cluttered and more purposeful. I really felt like not having electronics was just that many things I didn’t have to worry about for the day; it was great. When twenty-four hours had passed, I sincerely did not want my phone back. In fact, I didn’t even turn it on for another hour and a half almost, and even then it was just because I felt obligated to.
Since Wednesday afternoon, after I regained my free use of electronics, my phone has felt almost like a burden to me. I feel like I have to keep it with me and check it every so often even if I don’t want to. Obviously, it’s nice to have my electronics back, I don’t have to worry about missing something important or not being able to get something done because I don’t know how, and, yes, it’s comforting to have my phone readily at hand, just in case.
What I think I found most eye-opening in this challenge, though, were my peers’ reactions to it. Most people were not having as good of a time with it as me. I heard tons of complaining, and sniveling, people having actual withdrawal symptoms. It was crazy. Going into the challenge, I knew that it would be harder on a lot of others than it would be on me, but I thought that maybe since I was finding it so easy, they weren’t dying either. Obviously, I was wrong. People looked at me like I was insane when I told them I didn’t want my phone back, and I had to bite my tongue when people started whining about how boring class is when they don’t have their phones. Really, if anything, it kind of destroyed any faith I might’ve had in my generation.
Overall, I thought going twenty-four hours without technology was a really good experience, although it was almost too easy. I’ve already decided that next time we have a day off, I’m going the day without electronics, just to see how it would go. Maybe, I’ll even do it for longer than a day, just for the challenge of it.
As you well know, I am a high school student. Now, this may seem like a random thing to start out with, but I promise you, it’s important.
As a high school student I feel qualified to complain that high school does nothing in the way of preparing you for the real world. Sure, I know all about how the government of China works, and how to use trigonometric identities, but I have absolutely no idea how to do things like pay taxes, apply for a job, open a bank account, get a credit card, manage my life, and many, many other necessary skills. Trust me, I’m fifteen, I’ve taken Advanced Placement Macroeconomics, and I don't even know what I mortgage is; it’s something to do with money and a bank… like a loan, maybe? I don’t know. I wouldn’t even know how to take out a loan, but that’s okay because I would need a bank to do that (right?) and I don’t know how that works either. My point is, I have no idea how life works, and I’m dead terrified for life after high school because I know I’m screwed- completely and totally screwed.
Let’s start with jobs. Jobs are highly necessary in order to do anything in life, even I know that. The issue is that I don’t know how to get a job. So, first you have to find a place where you could get a job; okay, I guess an internet search could probably help me there. But what I don’t get is how you’re supposed to know what jobs are open, what is required for those jobs, and how you’re supposed to go about getting a job. To be completely honest, the only reason I might know where to begin is BPA. For BPA, I competed in an Interview Skills event, which is the only reason I would even know what a cover letter is and, maybe, how to go about writing one and making a resume. Also, a job application is a thing, right? Seriously, that about sums up the full extent of my knowledge.
Okay, let’s just assume that somehow, I figured out how to get a job, and I now have a source of income. What do I even do with my money? I probably want a bank account, or two, or fifty-five, right? The trouble here is that I don’t even know how a bank account works. From what I can tell, there are approximately 50,000,000 different types of bank accounts, all of which are way beyond my comprehension, even though, in less than four years, I will probably need at least one. Beyond that, there are these things called credit cards. What is a credit card? How do they work? How do I get one? How do I not go into credit card debt? I can’t keep paying for things in all cash my whole life! Those are just basic things too, there is so much more that I know enough about to know that I don’t know anything. Things like loans, mortgages, debit cards, checking, credit unions might as well be Japanese for how well I understand them.
There’s more too, I don’t even know how taxes work. How do I pay them? How much do I have to pay? What do I get taxed for? What about insurance? How do I pay for insurance? What kind of insurance do I need? Literally, how does insurance even work? What does it do? The list of things school will never teach me goes on and on and on and on.
Before, you say it- yes, I know that some of what school does teach me is important, especially if I’m going to go to college and get a good career. I’m just saying that I can’t keep living in oblivion forever. Eventually, I’m going to need to know how to get a job and what to do with my money, and when that day comes, I’m screwed.
So, thank you, high school, for preparing me for the real world and teaching me so much about life; I really appreciate it. If I ever learn how to do a check, I’ll make sure to send you one because I really owe you.
I love books. Love them. Reading is one of my favorite pass-times and I don’t get to do it often enough. A lot of people don’t like reading and don’t have an appreciation for books the way I do; I think that’s so sad. Books are wonderful things, they inspire you, they teach you, they show you incredible worlds, let you live a thousand lives, they are an incredible escape, and so much more. I literally cannot comprehend why some people don’t enjoy reading.
I have always been an avid reader and serious bibliophile; from the time I learned to read, up to this day. Over the years, there have been many stories that have affected me deeply. I know that some people would think it’s weird to say this, but it’s true and it’s not weird at all. Most people could tell you a favorite book if you asked them, or maybe they would say they didn’t have one; but for me, that question is like asking me which child is my favorite, or what life I love most. Just a few of the books that I have fallen in love with over the years include- Harry Potter, Percy Jackson/The Heroes of Olympus, Warriors, many John Green books, The Infernal Devices, and most recently, I’ll Give You the Sun, as well as many, many more. Honestly, I could go off on quite a long tangent about each and every single one of the books and more, but I’ll save you the time.
The thing about every book that I’ve loved is that they weren’t just books to me. They weren’t just something I read and moved on from. These books had an effect on who I am. They each emotionally affected me in some way. They aren’t just words, they aren’t just the tales of made-up people leading made-up lives; it’s impossible to describe to someone who has no love for books, but they are so much more than that.
When I was a kid, perhaps my first book addiction was the Warriors series. I’m sure that everyone has heard of these books and has some sort of opinion of them. I’ve heard so many times how stupid they are and listened to so many people insult them. When I was younger, I would fight tooth and nail with anyone who told me my love was stupid; now, I’ll admit, the whole series may not be that great (it’s been a few years since I’ve read it, so I can’t confirm) and, yes, it is ridiculously long, but none of that really matters. The point is not that the books were about talking cats, the point was not how high-quality the writing was or was not. The point is was and will remain that I loved these books. I don’t think I realized it at the time, but they were my escape from reality, they were something that I could share with my friends and not with the rest of the world (no matter how many people read the books) they made me feel special (it doesn’t make sense, but it’s true), and I loved them. That’s the way it is with books when you’re someone like me; that’s the way I love my life to be.
Books and reading and stories may not have the same effect on everyone as they do on me, but it doesn’t matter and somehow that’s all that matters.
This past week has been really hard for me. Last Saturday, my Grandpa was taken to the hospital because he was very sick. They discovered that the problem was a gall stone that had blocked a bile duct and caused an infection. This wouldn’t be so bad for a normal, healthy person, but my Grandpa has had on-going heart and lung issues for years, so he was at a very high risk. For a while, things were looking bleak. He had to have emergency surgery and on Monday he was in critical condition. My mom left for Wisconsin, where my family lives, on Tuesday morning, just in case. Luckily, by the time she got there, he had already started to improve. Today is Thursday, and he’s still in the hospital, but he’s doing considerably better. With any luck, he will be out of the hospital in a few days and will continue to recover.
Although the situation has improved greatly, for a few days I was scared out of my mind. This was not the first time my Grandpa has had a major health scare, but it’s the first time that I was really aware of what was actually happening with him. Especially being so far away from him, I just felt so helpless and scared. When my mom left for Wisconsin, I thought it was the end for sure. There is nothing more terrifying than not knowing whether a loved one is going to live or die, and knowing that there is nothing you can do about it either way.
The whole situation really got me thinking about how unpredictable and fleeting life can be. You never know when your life will change forever, or when you will see someone for the last time.
Of course, when you have relatives that live in a different state and you only get to see one to three times a year, the thought that anything could happen to them in your absence is not uncommon. It’s just never felt so real before. I started thinking about all my memories with my Grandpa and tried to capture in my mind every single second I had spent with him. I couldn’t forget the farewells we had exchanged less than two weeks earlier, “see you in three weeks!” Three weeks, that’s it. The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, it’s not that long, yet it’s all it took for things to go haywire. That’s what struck me above all.
I guess that my point is: hold onto your loved ones while you still can, cherish every second. Never forget how unpredictable life can be, and never take it for granted.
I was lucky this time, although Grandpa is still sick in the hospital, he’s much better than just two days ago. Who knows what will happen the next time a similar situation arises?
That being said, I’m not exactly in the clear yet. Throughout writing this, I realized that I said many things in past-tense; that isn’t quite appropriate yet. Things are looking up, but I am still praying for his recovery and I’m still scared for him.
So, I’m going to be repetitive here, please, don’t forget how quickly lives can change or even end. Don’t take your life or your loved ones for granted.
“What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary? I have found no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another.”
This is a quote from Henry David Thoreau’s famous book, Walden from a section on Solitude. The context of this quote is that people have been asking Thoreau whether or not he is lonely; his response is basically “why should I be lonely? I have the entire world to get to know; besides, being close to people do not make you less lonely than being alone.” This quote is his explanation that being alone does not make him lonely just as being with people does not make him less lonely.
To me, this quote rings very true, and it’s a concept I wish more people would understand. I feel much lonelier in a crowd of strangers than when I am actually alone in my own home. For me, being alone is actually a wonderful thing a lot of the time; I need my alone time, no matter how strange people might think I am for this need. I am not lonely, I do not hate people (I kind of do but that’s beside the point), I am just around people so much that I need a time to not be around people.
I can’t tell you how often my mom or someone will try to force me to have friends over or go do something social, and I just do not want to. I love my friends, I love hanging out with them, I like to do fun stuff with them, but I have my days where I just don’t want to interact with anyone. I know that most people get this way sometimes; for me, it’s just a little more often. The problem is, like Thoreau says, people assume you’re lonely just because you’re alone while in reality, surrounding yourself with people just makes you even more lonely.
When I’m alone, I feel like I can just do whatever, there are no expectations for me, if I get bored with something, or get tired and fall asleep that’s just fine. However, when I’m with people I’m constantly trying to make an impression and I can’t spontaneously change my plans if I decide I’d rather do something different. Especially in large groups of people, I also feel left out; people talk over me, ignore me, don’t understand me, argue with me, or whatever else, and it makes me feel bad about myself and even more alone in the world. The second part of this quote relates more to this feeling, “I have found that no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another.” In other words, no amount of effort put into relationships or physical proximity to other people can make you closer to them in your heart and mind, so you’re just as lonely as if you were alone.
For these reasons, I feel that I can relate to Henry David Thoreau’s thinking when he says “What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary? I have found no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another.” As a society, we are too caught up in meaningless interactions with other people and think that just being with people makes us not alone or lonely. This simply isn’t true. I’ve heard it said before that being in a crowd of people is the loneliest place to be and I one hundred percent agree. Being alone is not the same as being lonely; some people really need to understand that.
I have a friend (I won’t mention her name) who has a serious eating disorder. She is getting help for it, but she’s still horrifyingly skinny, and I’m worried about it getting worse. For me, it’s honestly terrifying to see her like that. She was never ever fat or even chubby, but now she’s simply skeletal; just thinking about the extreme hatred towards herself that she must have in order to do what she does to herself is just horrifyingly sad. Unfortunately, she’s not alone, not even close. I swear, it’s an epidemic. As a society, we constantly tear people down and make them feel incredibly insecure and not good enough, which in turn leads to things like self-hate and eating disorders; it needs to be stopped.
The problem is that society’s idea of perfection is not only absolutely ridiculous, but it is also is so deeply ingrained into our minds that we don’t even think about it; we see pictures, posters, billboards, magazines, and much more plastered with pictures of unhealthily skinny, highly edited, gorgeous women and that’s just what’s normal to us. On the outside, we all like to think that these images don’t affect us, but deep down they affect most of us more than we care to admit. According to a recent study, over 80% of young women don’t like what they see in the mirror, and more girls than not have low self-esteem and consider themselves not good enough in some way. I don’t like to admit it, but I can relate.
I used to be full of self-confidence; I could not care less what people thought of me. Besides, I was always thin and athletic and I considered myself to be pretty; which didn’t hurt. Recently, however, things have changed. The older I got, the more I was on social media, the more I paid attention to and compared myself to other girls - whether it was just my classmates, celebrities, or models- the more I started to feel insecure and not so great about myself. I know for a fact that I’m even near alone though. My friends and other girls are constantly talking about it, saying how they’re not good enough, or they’re too fat, or so-and-so’s so much prettier and thinner; it’s disgusting, yet I’m right there with them. The hardest part is that I know I’m not fat by any stretch of the imagination, and I still don’t think I’m ugly, but I still don’t feel confident in my own skin. Worse yet, I don’t know if I know a single girl that wouldn’t change something about their body if they could; if that’s not heartbreaking to you, I don’t know what is.
Everybody deserves to be confident and happy with their body. Nobody deserves to hate themselves at all, much less hate themselves enough to have an eating disorder or self-harm. It’s not going to fix everything, but I feel that as a society and as individuals we need to focus on building up and supporting people and destroying the ridiculous body expectations that society has for young women.
The lack of confidence of young women in society is out of control; the percentage of girls with eating disorders and who straight-up hate themselves are way too high. It’s a real problem that won’t solve itself overnight, and won’t ever fully disappear, but can be lessened and needs to be.
Cross Country season is now drawing to an end. In fact, for the rest of team it ended last Saturday, but not for me. I am one of two on the team to have made it to states, the other being Whitney, so my season gets to continue an exrta week. Isn’t that such fun? No, not really, but it has got me thinking: Why do we reward hard work with more work?
Legitimately, I didn’t work my legs off every day this summer to have an extra week of work. I know, it’s a great accomplishment to have made it to states, and I’m extremely proud of myself, and in all honestly I don’t mind the extra week of running, I’d be doing it just for the heck of it if I hadn’t made it anyways; however, this is not the only situation that this happens in.
I’m the kind of person, student and athlete that is always going above and beyond; I pretty much pour my heart and soul into everything I do. I work so hard at so much, and I feel like I’m always being backlashed for my hard-work. Which brings me back to my original queston: Why do we always “reward” those who work hard with more work? It seems backwards to me. Shouldn’t the person who works the hardest on something and therefore succeeds at that thing be rewarded with, I don’t know, a break from their hard work? Apparently not.
Another example from my life was last year at BPA. I spent countless painful, awful hours working on my presentation for the regional conference, and guess what, I made it to states! I was so excited at first, it seemed that all my hard work had paid off; I was wrong. As a reward for all my previous hard work, I got to spend the next two months torturously revising, improving, practcing and perfecting my presentation. Yeah, thanks a lot; I really appreciate it.
The only logic behind this seems to be that someone who works so hard in the first place won’t mind or will actually enjoy more work, or maybe they only worked that hard in the first place in order to make it to the “next level”, at the very least they wouldn’t have tried so hard if they didn’t want to “succeed”. However, that logic just does not hold true. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told something along the lines of, “Congratulations, all your hard work has paid off!” and just wanted to snap at that person telling them that if all my hard work had actually paid off I would be relaxing right now, not doing more work. No one seems to get this though.
In our society, it seems to be that the harder you work, the more you work. Students who succeed in High School get bombarded with colleges asking them to write essay after essay and scholarships asking them to take yet another test and write yet another essay. The fastest and the best athletes “get” to continue their season long after their less hard-working teammates are finished. These trends don’t stop there though, they continue on into adult life and never seem to end.
Now, you’re probably thinking that this is just a bunch of pointless whining and that I don’t know how to appreciate my own accomplishments and need to recognize what an honor certain things are, and I know, trust me I know. I’m really not complaining, sure there are certain things that make me angry when I have to do more work than anyone else, but for the most part, I’m the kind of person who works hard and doesn’t mind a little extra work; especially if it is my hard work that got me to that point. Sometimes, though, I’d just like a break, and what I’d really like to happen is to see the people who put in minimal effort have to do more work than me for once. It just doesn’t seem fair that I work my hardest adn then just get to work some more.
Welcome to what is hopefully the last part of this series; For the Love of Fall Part 3 also known as the fall holiday edition. Yay! Well, I’ve got a lot to say about fall holidays, so I’d better get down to it before I waste too many words.
Obviously, our first fall holiday is Halloween. We’re coming up on Halloween so fast its crazy! I still feel like its September, but in reality Halloween is this Saturday. Wow. To be completely honest, Halloween really isn’t my favorite holiday; I don’t do well with scary stuff of any sort, so certain parts of it actually suck. However, for some crazy reason, this year I’m super pumped for Halloween. It’s probably just my fall obsession acting up again, oh well. Even though I don’t enjoy being scared and I freak out easily, there are certain parts of Halloween that I actually really enjoy. In general, I actually like the vibe of Halloween; for the most part it isn’t too terrifying and I’m cool with the milder, child-like frights. I mentioned it last week, but I also really love carving Jack-o-Lanterns; my year is not complete without carving at least one pumpkin. Halloween movies are also literally so great. No, I cannot watch horror movies or anything that’s even close to a horror movie, but movies like Halloweentown, Hocus Pocus, and Twitches are my favorite. However, I think the main reason that I actually enjoy Halloween though is the festivities that allow me to eat a bunch of delicious treats and hang out with my friends. Every year for my church youth group we have a Halloween party and it’s so fun. My friends and I also get together or have a party pretty much every year on Halloween, which makes me so happy especially because I don’t to hang out with my friends very often.
I’ve been trying to get into the Halloween spirit for the past week or two, and I think I’m succeeding; I’ve found a bunch of Halloween treat recipes and ideas that I am so excited to make and share with my friends, I’ve also been volunteering at the Haunted Yard which is surprisingly fun considering my hatred of all things scary, and I’ve been listening to Halloween-y music, watching my favorite Halloween movies and just generally trying to embrace the Halloween atmosphere. Last weekend, I finally got to carve pumpkins as well. It’s still crazy to me that Halloween is so soon.
Halloween aside, let’s get onto the really good stuff - Thanksgiving. Oh, how I love Thanksgiving: food, family, fun, happiness. Thanksgiving is just so wonderful. Sure, I’m a lactose-intolerant vegetarian, and I can’t exactly enjoy much of the classic Thanksgiving feast, but Thanksgiving is so much better than just food. For me, Thanksgiving is one of the only times in the year that I get to see my extended family since they all live in Wisconsin; unlike some people, I actually love seeing my whole family. I love them all so much and I always have a great time when we go to Wisconsin to visit. A few days off of school never hurt either. Plus, the food I can have isn’t bad either.
What I love most about Thanksgiving, though, may just be our family traditions. Every year my family and I leave Wednesday afternoon to visit our family in Wisconsin. It helps that I’m one those freaks who loves a nice long car ride too. We always spend Wednesday night and Thursday at my Dad’s parent’s house. Thursday afternoon, the rest of my dad’s family - all my aunts, uncles and cousins (who are, by the way, all at least twenty-one) – meet up at one of their houses for an early dinner. After the feast and a while of hanging out comes what might be the best part of our family Thanksgiving - Christmas. Since my Grandparents travel to Arizona for the winter, we don’t get to see each other for Christmas, so it’s become a tradition to combine two holidays into one. Christmas on Thanksgiving is my favorite thing. Everyone brings a white elephant gift and we have a huge gift exchange, it’s so much fun. After Thanksgiving with my dad’s family, we head down to my mom’s parents for Thanksgiving number two; on the way there we’re usually able to shop a few Black Friday deals. Friday night, we meet up with my Grandparents, Aunt, Great Aunt and Great Uncle for a second Thanksgiving meal. We spend the evening hanging out, having fun and enjoying delicious food. Then it’s back home on Saturday or Sunday.
To me, Thanksgiving is just a great time, and some of my fondest childhood memories are from this special holiday. I just love to see my family, have a grand time, and eat some delicious food. Another thing I just adore is the entire basis of Thanksgiving. An entire holiday based on the aspect of being grateful for all our blessings and being together with the people who matter most? What a wonderful idea. Usually, I’m so caught up in school and teenage life that I don’t really think about all the wonderful things in life; Thanksgiving is the perfect opportunity to slow down and appreciate everything. I love it so much.
Between Halloween and Thanksgiving, fall holidays are some of my favorite times of the year, especially Thanksgiving. I have so many wonderful memories associated with both major fall holidays, and I can’t wait to make more.
Well, I guess that concludes my fall series, for now at least; especially since this post has already exceeded nine hundred words. What can I say; my love of fall can’t be described briefly.
Two weeks ago I said I would continue on the topic of fall in the following weeks, and I couldn’t write this last week, so here I am. Currently, I’m really starting to see a shift in the colors of the leaves and every store I walk into is prepped with fall goodies. Hooray! And no; my excitement has not died down, not even a little.
So let’s get down to it! Now where did I leave off? Oh yeah fall fashion. Oh man. You have no idea how much I love fall clothing. There’s nothing better than putting on an over-sized sweater, a pair of jeans, a scarf and your favorite boots. Trust me on this. Sure, summer clothes are fun and bright and cheery, but to be honest I get sick of shorts and tank tops pretty dang quick; I’d so much rather bundle up in a super comfy sweater or nice warm flannel. I love the color schemes of fall too; give me some clothes in a nice maroon or red or a dark shade of blue or gray over something obnoxious and bright any day. Let’s not forget the most important part of fall outfits though, accessories. From scarves, which are basically my favorite thing to ever exist, to cardigans, which may not be considered accessories but I felt I had to mention, to boots, which I also sincerely love, to thick and comfy boot socks and everything in between. Fall clothing is so great because you can change it up in so many ways and basically wear the same base outfit twice, but make it look completely new. Maybe it’s just my love of all things fall that gives me this obsession with fall clothes, but I don’t care, for some reason or another I’m in love with fall fashion and that’s not about to change.
The next thing on my list of topics was actually fall holidays, but I’m not sure that I could even fit a section on fall holidays in this week’s post without making it way too long. So, I think that’s going to have to be next week’s subject. Meanwhile, I’m going to move on to fall activities.
It actually makes me really sad, because school takes up so much of my time, especially in the fall, I don’t really have time to enjoy the fall activities; because of this I’m stuck trying to cram as much fall-related into every weekend as I possibly can. It’s just so hard! There’s so much fun stuff to do. Probably top-priority on my list of fall activities I absolutely must do are nature walks. I love love love going to a place like Deerfield Park or some other forest park and going on long walks, taking pictures every few seconds. Like I mentioned last week, photography is my favorite hobby in any season, but fall is my favorite season to take pictures in. Also on my extensive list of fall activities I feel must get done are apple picking, baking, decorating, pumpkin carving, and more. This year especially I just have this obsession with going apple picking. It makes me super upset that I haven’t been able to go yet this year and I’m really hoping I’m able to find the time before its too late. I also just really really want to bake something; as you already know, fall-related foods are my favorite foods and there’s just so many delicious things to make, if I ever find the time. Then of course you have your basic fall traditions that are actually a must, like picking out pumpkins and pumpkin carving and watching Halloween-themed moves (even though I cannot handle scary movies at all). There are other things to do too, like haunted houses and football games and wagon rides and so much more that you can only do in the fall. From nature walks to baking and everything I between; fall activities make me super happy. I just wish I had more free time so I could do them all, or at least more of them.
So, I’m at that point once again, not even close to done with saying everything that I want to say about fall, but nearing eight hundred words. Sorry about that. Yes, I do plan to continue next week as well. Sorry about that as well. I’m really, really hoping that this is an acceptable topic, because if not I’m screwed for three weeks of Thursday reflections. That’s alright though; fall is what I’m thinking about. It’s almost every positive thing I’ve been thinking about for the past few weeks, and I love it a lot, so I’m writing about it. Until next week, hopefully it keeps looking more and more like fall every day.
I write these things.