It’s Almost Over

I can almost see the finish line

We are so close to summer, the only thing in the way is…finals. *hiss*

Now I am sure that you are sick and tired of hearing high schoolers complain about how long the year is and how we are so excited for summer, but this year has felt like torture

As I approach finals my stress levels, which have been at a pretty steady 8/10 throughout the year, have escalated to 11/10 the past week and I don’t see this changing in the near future.On Friday, we have math

Math, I hate you.

That’s all I have to say about this satanic subject

On Saturday is history

I already took this final ahead of time, thank goodness

On Sunday, I get a break

In reality, I don’t count it as a break because I will probably have my head buried in books trying to not fail my next final

On Monday, its English

Oh English

I actually really enjoy English but not today…not today

On Tuesday, its Spanish

No me gusta…at all

The final exam…Wednesday, Science

I’ve basically given up on this one

With a full week ahead of me I ask for your prayers.



It’s 11:11

A minute left until 11:12

It’s 11:11.

What do you wish for?

A new car?

Your crush to notice you?

To have everything you’ve ever wanted?

There’s 30 seconds until 11:12.

What is it going to be?

To be a billionaire?

To finally ace a math test?

Do you wish for more wishes?

There’s 15 seconds until 11:12

You’re running out of time

You stayed up this late to make this wish and now you can’t decide?

There’s 10 seconds until 11:12.

What are you going to do with these 10 seconds?

How do you possibly not know what to wish for?

There’s 5 seconds until 11:12.

You’re tired and Glee is playing in the back while you frantically try and find a wish

You close your eyes tight and wish for free gas for a year




It’s 11:12

Well damn you probably should have wished for the cure to cancer

Oh well just wait 12 hours and your chance will come again

Women vs Society

The way that women look is everything to society

Walking down the street, you see women all different shapes, sizes, ethnicities

We are all different

So why does the mainstream media want us all to look the same?

We grew up flipping through magazines with photoshopped women and saying to ourselves, “Why can’t I look like that?”

Women have become mannequins and society has become the shop owner

Deciding what is in fashion and dressing us accordingly

Deciding what size is right and what body shape is right and then attempting to change us

And we give in

I am tired of running in circles trying to figure out what society wants me to look like and frantically trying to look that way before suddenly society decides that that “look” is no longer wanted

I don’t fit perfectly into the mold

I don’t want to anymore

53% of American girls hate their body

I refuse to remain a part of that statistic.

I just want to be happy

I just want to be me



Ted Cruz is the Zodiac Killer

Now as many of you already know we have a serious political problem in the United States.

There is man running for president who belongs in prison

No not Donald Trump… Ted Cruz.

Now if you don’t know about the zodiac killer here is a little background:

The Zodiac Killer was a serial killer who committed a number of murder in Northern California in the 1960s and early 1970s.

After he committed these horrific murders he would write into the local news papers and tell them things about the murders that only the police or he would know.

The Zodiac Killer was described to the police as a heftier 5’8 white male.

Now you may be wondering well how tall is Ted Cruz?

5 foot 8 inches!

Coincidence? I think NOT!

Now his age doesn’t exactly match up.

Technically according to his “birth certificate” he was born in 1970 and that makes him 45

So “technically” he wasn’t even born when some of these murders were done and for the others he was a toddler.

But you can doctor documents especially birth certificates, and this man does not look 45.

Like come on

I mean… point proven.



School is a weird thing.

I mean its great, but in reality we go and learn for up to 25 years of our life about things that most of us will forget in the near future, for me, the next day

But quite honestly I love school

Now there are a couple subjects that when I know that they are that day, I want to stay in bed and cry until I could basically solve California’s drought issue, but other then that school has brought me and many other kids around the world opprotunies.

The other thing about school, that I’ve started to realize is important to me is the social aspect. The fact that we are all squeezed into classroom and basically stuck with eachother can be a fun way to meet other people.

As well as becoming friends with fellow classmates, you start to grow a connection with some teachers who’s advice and motivational speeches you will never forget.

I hope as you read this, you realized that, even if you are out of school, that school is honestly the biggest blessing in disguise.

I know, I know, you hate it now…I do too at some times, but without school big changes might not have been made, lives may have not been changed, and we as a society may not be where we are right now.

So think about that next time you think about crying over that essay that your evil AP world teacher assigned


Ever changing love

Love has changed over the years

Back in the day when our parents were falling in love, there was no “good morning” text messages that are now so sought after

There were no “Happy Anniversary” posts on Instagram

Their love was genuine, their love didn’t just exist behind a screen

Today, most people drive up to their partners house and send a “here” text

“Netflix and chill” was not a date

Love letters aren’t in the mail boxes anymore, instead we get e-cards in our inboxes

Cupid’s arrow now comes from a text bubble

Love isn’t the same as it was 30 years ago





You are defined by what makes you happy

But what happens if you aren’t happy?

What happens when the things around you seem to become dark and grey?

What about when your life gets flipped upside down and all of a sudden the things that used to make you happy remind you of everything you have lost.

You look around and suddenly the people who used to be there for you everyday, the ones you couldn’t go a day without talking to, disappear without a trace.

Everything that made you, you is gone in a flash

The hikes that used to love to take now feel like every breath is a burden

The bike with a wicker basket that you used to ride around your block, which was once filled with amazing memories, sits in the back of your garage rusting away.

When everything that made you happy now makes you feel dejected and hurt

What happens then?


Cheese Cures Cancer?


To brie, or not to brie may no longer be the question.

Everything these days seems to cause cancer.

Alcohol, meat, air fresheners, candles, art supplies, shampoos, conditioners, and even sunscreen.

Yes, sunscreen. The thing that is supposed to save you from the harmful rays of the sun and the secret to beautiful skin may slowly be killing all of us…Yay!

But eating good ol’ sharp cheddar or a nice gouda perhaps may help cure cancer.

The “tasty mold” may end up kicking cancers booty because of the nisin in cheese

Don’t know what nisin is? Well basically it is a natural food preservative that grows in dairy products.

This natural preservative has been shown to help battle cancer and other lethal bacteria when given to mice.

Now this theory is still in the testing stages, but it does sound PARMmising.





growing up

I used to fear the monster under my bed, now I fear the monster that lives within.

I used to think that a scratched knee would be the worst pain I ever felt, now I know that the pain that doesn’t bear a scar is far worse.

I believed that I would never grow up, but someday in between the AYSO soccer games and the playground, I did.

Life doesn’t wait for you.

It is constantly pushing to let change in and day-by-day, the world that our parents want us to believe in is gone.

We are taught to keep our innocence, don’t let the evil in the world ruin your pure soul, but day-by-day it does.

We see the boy in the news who is never going to come home.

We hear the whispers that adults exchange as the secrets get passed along to us.

As teenagers we are expected to act like grown up, and then they tell us that we are growing up to fast.

Maybe we are just trying to fill these impossible shoes that you have left us.



Finals Week

Finals week aka hell week is here

As I am writing this I have a million things rushing around in my brain.

Tomorrow I have an English final and I just realized that my grade hangs in the balance.

How wonderful.

Finals week stresses me out.

During finals week, I sleep like a baby. If by a baby you mean waking up in the middle of the night crying, if I managed to get to sleep before the single beam of sunlight coming through my window decides to slap me in the face.

I have the unshakable feeling that I will fail no matter how hard I try. I study, drink too much coffee and red bull just to keep my burning, sleep deprived eyes open.

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Then the final comes

You know that feeling of getting butterflies in your stomach? During finals week the butterflies turn into wasps.

The test gets handed out

Everything this semester has been leading up to this moment, and all of a sudden it’s finally here.

There is two hours on the clock. You look around at the poor children all around you, some of them with smiles and others with a single tear dripping on to their final.

Before you know it you have just word vomited everything you have learned in the past 4 months on to paper. Then it’s finally over

Until tomorrow.