Career Choices


As I seek a future, my career choices had led me choosing the field of education. I wish to become a teacher, no matter all the harassment I have gotten from parents, counselors, and fellow students. I watched the video not to long ago and I agree with it completely. But I ask of you to watch this enlightening video before reading!

I did not choose a career because I wish to be able to purchase expensive cars and ginormous homes. I want to become a teacher because it is what I am passionate about. Teaching music to children isn’t a way to get rich quick, but a way to be able to live my life happily, doing something I love. This video is motivation enough on why exactly I wish to become a teacher and these words I wish I could say to those who doubted me.

However, I am not saying teaching is any harder than any other job out there. I do feel like most teachers are underapperciated. I have gotten a glimpse through cadet teaching and mentoring. I cannot fathom the entirety of being a full time teacher.

I look forward to my future, but in can’t help but worry. During an interview, required by my cadet teaching class, numerous teachers said NOT to go into the education field. It’s risky and difficult. Hearing this does not comfort me. But I do believe I will be able to make it. Going into music education is a mixture of intense feelings!


A list of things I will never do again

A short but somewhat intelligent list of things I will never do again

1. Space camp

Why you ask? Next time I ride one of those simulators will be the day I enjoy country music.

2. Go to a country concert

Beer, big trucks that don’t know how to park, whinny love struck lyrics. Sounds like a party.

3. Eat Taco Bell

Yes, I did try Taco Bell for the first time this past weekend. And I will never try it again

4. Attend high school

I guess in about 2 weeks I will really be able to say this

5. Ride the scrambler at a local fair

Enough said

6. Allow myself to eat an entire pizza

It seemed like a really good idea at the time

7. Go tanning in a tanning bed

Never have and never will

8. Eliminate yoga pants from my wardrobe

I’m sorry, they are just so comfy and they match with everything.

9. Wish I lived in New York City

To cliche, too big. I CANNOT be swallowed up by an entire population of people who want the exact same thing I want.

I love ending lists without a proper #10

Alas, the home stretch

I am trying my best to avoid thinking and or talking about the end of the year. The less I think of it, the faster it will come. I figured, as a small, immature new come senior, that I would not develop the horrible disease also known as senioritis. I held strong most of first semester. Passed with all As. The news of being accepted into college, passing my music auctions, winning multiple scholarships really threw me off. I knew my future was set and if I just barely hung on, I would make it through, undetected.
Alas, here we are. The home stretch. The final weeks. Within time, I will never have to see these boring hallways again, academically at least. The people I have been forced with for 12 years will all be going separate ways, an unlikely occurrence if I happen to run into them in the future. Sure, I’ve shared memories. But there is only so much fun you can have at school.
I guess I feel like most rules don’t apply to me and I will admit that I have broken about every single one of them. Hey, I haven’t been caught so far so I guess Im pretty good at it.

Flash Fiction

Flash fiction is something new to my eyes. I think the idea is splendid. It reminds me of poetry but in story form. You do not have a lot of room to write, so choose your words carefully. The taunting idea is somewhat comforting. Knowing that I do not need to “fill space” with “fluff” is a relief. Long essays and research papers are a thing of the past for now! I enjoyed the poetry unit and I am sure I will enjoy this one too.

Each prompt consisted of a few common phrases. “A damaged object”, “a stitch in time saves nine”, “around the coffeepot”. These prompts could be taken in various directions depending on the mood of the author. You take something without a lot of thought, and turn it into 500 words of complete scene. “Around the coffee pot” gave me no indication of a bad break up, but what a twist! A complete story and the author carefully weaves in the prompt idea.

However, “a damaged object” made a little more sense. I expected a book to be damaged. The story was simply a conversation between two people, not much information was given. In the third prompt, you learned a lot about the character while she observed the reaction to a break up. These two short stories do have one think in common. Description. The description made me feel as of I was witnessing it firsthand! I could smell the rundown bookstore and I could hear the storm growing closer.

Flash fiction is a lot like poetry. The last line is usually the most important. It ties everything together. The concluding line, or sentence, gives the story sense.

This probably won’t make any sense


Life is messy. Nothing ever goes as planned and sometimes that’s how the best of memories are created. Straying away from the road. Diverting yourself from the norm, from what is deemed as normal. I find myself too many times, trying to look at the other side. Choosing one opinion is out of the question for me because each side is usually good. There wouldn’t be arguments unless both sides thought they were right. Sure, I have opinions that are set on stone, no other way. But I find it easy to argue both sides of an argument. What kind of person does that make me? Am I indecisive? I would like to think no, I am self-realizing.Taking a step back from the situation, putting myself into their shoes. Now this is not always a good thing. Sometimes I wish I had many strong opinions rather than a few wishy-washy ideas. But I also can’t help but argue, maybe we argue too much. Maybe we are hung up on things that are unimportant in the grand scheme. We should focus on friends, family, living out short life to the fullest potential. (I’m not usually this deep, I guess I’m just in the mood). I know my family wins in the upmost importance. These are the people who shaped you from day one. They never left you, even when you woke them up late at night and threw up all over them. They still came back to comfort and clean you up. Working at a day care has really enlightened me to see that my family is not like many others. I was blessed with two caring parents and a wonderful little sister who looks up to me. I know my parents want the best for me and they will help me in every step of the way. At my day care,I see all sorts of broken stories. Divorced parents when the child can’t even understand what that word means. How can such innocence make a parents annoyed or awful towards their kid, who did nothing but be the one thing the parent can take anger out on. Luck has surely fallen my way when it came to families. My mother is one not to be taken lightly. I learn new things about her everyday. Often on late nights, you will find her, my sister, and I all coloring Mandalas (really cool therapy designs). She is one who believes in fung shui. She reads me horoscopes and fills my head with slim-chanced fantasies. My father was one who loved to laugh. He made the worst jokes, just as every dad does. But he taught me one of the most important lessons in life. Laughing is the best thing you could do to make any day a little bit better. Most older siblings hate their little sister. My sister is 2 years younger than me and she is my best friend. She looks up to me in every way. Every thing I do, she wants to do too. When I was younger, I didn’t understand this. I thought it was annoying and that she was simply a copy cat. Now, I can’t see a better way for her to tell me she loves me. I am her role model and I am thankful for that every day. I have someone to look after and I know she can always come to me for anything.


I believe in many things but I do not believe in religion. I believe in myself. I believe in slim-chances. I believe there are such things as signs. I believe in music. I believe in David Bowie, Freddie Mercury. I believe in people whom I have never met but I know for a fact they changed my life through the power of music so why can’t I do that same. Why can’t I teach people what music can do to a persons life. A life without music isn’t a life lived. Music connects people and I don’t see a reason why I can’t spend the rest of my life connecting with others through a passion that was embedded in me at an sponge-like age. I believe I can do the same for young people.

(Here is a link to David Bowies “Changes” )


Religion is something that has been introduced to me all my life. My father was one of the most religious people I have ever met. My best friends when I was younger always took my to church. I went to a Christian preschool. Yet, somehow, I find it all kinda of funny. I think of myself as a well-rounded individual (I apologize, I am not trying to brag). I volunteer at nursing homes, I donate to the food bank, I work with children every day or my life. But being non-religious is always paired with being a bad person. At least that’s usually the response I get when I tell people. Or at least they want to change me.That is why I usually don’t tell people. But hey, if we are all spilling the beans, I might as well too.


At a young age I was asked “who are you”. We all were, everyone who goes through the public education system. English teachers love to use this prompt. I cant remember everything I said when I was younger. I can’t remember what I thought that question meant. What kind of person I thought I was. I am not saying I am a wise person but I have grown a little with age. I know my beliefs have changed and that the person I was 4 years ago, is someone completely different than who I am today. The person I will be in 4 years is completely different than the person I am now. With time we change, and change is good for everyone. As David Bowie ones said “time may change me, but I can’t trace time”.


Marching band has been a big impact on my life since I started high school. This activity was something that taught me not only about music, disincline, and time management, but how to be a leader. Over the years I experienced the highs and lows of becoming a strong leader in such a demanding activity. I took this experience with me to my mentorship and cadet teaching classrooms. I took it with me to my job at the day care. And I know I can take it with me for the rest of my life. And I discovered something about myself during this time. I am a compulsive cleaner.


I also discovered I have sort of a mom-like personality. I pick up after others, always prepared with extra supplies, and have a sweet spot for everyone of my students/section.

High school students have been trained to advertise themselves. We argue why we deserve the scholarship money or why we deserve to get into that college.I’m not trying to tell you my biggest hopes and dreams or my finest accomplishment. Most of my life has not even happened yet (hopefully). This essay helped me more than any of those other scholarship applications. This essay is who I really am. Life is impossible to clean and I, am a compulsive cleaner.





A picture of me and my sister during Twin Day



Peanut butter and jelly

When I first thought of how-to ideas, I thought back to when we had that stupid assignment in middle school: walking somebody through making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I understand the purpose of the assignment, sure we all forgot to mention you had to actually open the peanut butter jar or to walk over to the pantry to grab the jelly. But it’s mainly for the purpose of teachers tormenting us with their literal way of life. Everybody knows how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. We just forget to look at the small things sometimes. I took a shot at writing my own version of the assignment during class. I quickly gave up after I had spread jelly onto my second piece of bread. I mean the list could go on. How specific do we have to be? Do I actually have to tell you that you need to put down the knife before you pick up the jar of jelly to open it? How unknowing is this person I am explaining this to? Do they have any common sense at all? Ehhh, when we were kids we just did the assignment without question. Now in highschool, there are questions for everything. Am I actually going to use this in life or is this just another step into getting an A? Do I actually have to read the chapter in order to do well on a test? If I did bad on this quiz, how much will if affect my grade? You think I could skip school and still S to the 5th?

Now I wouldn’t say life was easier as a middle schooler, it wasn’t (I try and block those years out of my life), but it sure had a lot less questions.

Short Stories: The Girl with Bangs; Homework

Short stories: The Girl with bangs; Homework


Both of these stories have to do with current, relatable, young adult plots. Divorce is such a common, household name. Everyone knows someone’s parents who are divorce, or may even be the victim themselves. George, from the short story Homework, did not know much about divorce. His mother, giving advice, led him through a story about the truth in divorce. If your parents were divorced, you might not ever see your mom. Or you might have to deal with your dad’s bad cooking, or his new girlfriend. But when George tries to “imagine” something more far fetched, such as your mom being eaten by sharks, it is quickly dismissed by him mother. Storytelling so it is believable. The difference between making something up that could be true, or something that might stick out.

Maybe this story really is true. The mothers parents could have been divorced, leaving her scarred with the memories.


The Girl with Bangs is another young adult story. The main character, lesbian, trying to seek out another girl who is involved in a long distance relationship. She says “I became a boy for the duration” and ” I did all the old boy tricks”. I figured this is what she is going to make Charlotte notice her? And the twist at the end, how oblivious Maurice is to Charlotte. How could anyone love someone so unfaithful?


Observation. This weekend I attended a Girl Scout event, Thinking Day. Every troop picks a different country and creates a small presentation about it. The younger girls go around to each booth a learn about countries from all around the world. Now for our troops country we choose Canada. It’s wasn’t the most interesting presentation but there was lots to learn about the similarities and differences between our culture and theirs. As we spoke our presentation to each group, I couldn’t help but notice how the younger girls seemed uninterested. Of course they were, all we had been doing was rambling on about something they don’t care about. In past years we made an effort to have the girls be active and learn through movement, but due to lack of space, this was not possible.

Ah-ha here comes the real observation. It was time to switch. Now, the other girls present while we walk around and learn about the countries. The first group talked quietly and looked to their moms for assistance. These were not young girls. Must of been 5th, maybe 6th grade. This experience is supposed to make them comfortable with talking in front of people. I had learned almost nothing about Kenya yet! They had notecards. They were prepared. But they could not look any of us in the eye and speak about their researched country. (After a while I found out this group was home schooled and that discussion is for another blog post).

The second station was more promising. Five little girls all wanting to speak at the same time. Information overload! Wow! Did I learn about Mexico! The one girl on my left was more excited than I had seen anybody talk about anything. She repeated the same thing over and over and wanted to take my hand and show me Mexico herself. She was enthusiastic and I admired her for that at such a young age. But what surprised me is the fact that the other girls scolded her for repeating information or getting too excited. She did not mean harm. She really just wanted me to learn everything there is about Mexico. I tried to ask questions as much as I could.

Mexico was the ONLY station lead completely by girls, with no adult help. The other stations were adult lead or the girl looked for the adults help. It surprised me dependent these girls were and how insecure they felt about talking in front of people. A


Shout out to Freddie Mercury

Freddie Mercury (lead singer of the band Queen) was not only a great performer and singer, but a great songwriter too. His lyrics spoke to me on new levels, I used them as a personal bible. Performances consisted of glitter, consumes, and capes; raging with Freddie’s own unique personality. His singing range was nearly 4 octaves and felt like heaven to listen to.

In my books, he is a legend. Everything about him screams rebellion and being different. He wasn’t scared to be who he was. And he had an amazing mustache.

Can you name one person who doesn’t know nearly all the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody?

Tell me you can’t sit still while listening to “I Want to Break Free”!!

What sports team hasn’t listened to “We Are the Champions” after a big game?

“The awesomeness of Freddie even inspired the Swiss to build a statue of him. Every year hundreds of thousands of fans make a pilgrimage there to eat the sweet piece of pie that is the same shape and consistency that Freddie is on the pie chart of modern society. These pieces look much like Pacman with a closed mouth because Freddie Mercury isn’t just part of society. Freddie Mercury is the society.”

(That fact is from

If you can look me in the eye and tell me that isn’t freaking awesome, there is probably something wrong with you. He has fans after so many years of being dead. Now when’s the last time you heard the song “Call me Maybe?”

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

This man is a legend and if you don’t know who he is, I highly recommend some research. ImageImage(Just in  case you needed proof of his awesome-ness)

Japanese Lit

Whenever we read short stories from different countries or cultures, I love to look into some of its background information. Sometimes character names or specific places will have underlying meanings within the story. Looking into the authors history or looking up foreign words could tell you a lot about the plot.

I looking into the meaning of iceman first. I searched for the basic definition to see it it had another meaning. The first was obvious, a boy who sells and delivers ice. But the second definition was “a professional serial killer”. (No joke, look it up)

Could this mean that she had in fact fallen in love with and ice cold killer? Is that what she meant? This could give new meanings to the entire story!

So the second story, In a Bamboo Grove, had lots of foreign words and places to look up. But I would like to look more into the title. Bamboo lasts through all season and grows no flowers or extra flourishes. Could bamboo represent the cold hard truth? It has no sugar coating and is strong, always there.

So I guess the connection I would like to make is….. Death. I mean look at the ice man. He obviously has serial killer tendencies. At the ski resort, he isn’t even skiing. He just sits in the same spot quietly reading a book….. At a skiing resort. Explain that to me! Why is he so frigid all the time? Really what he reminds me of is the tv show Dexter. Probably born with no emotions and kills to try and feel something. That’s totally icy if you ask me. In the Bamboo Grove, obviously there is some sort of death. But really you have no way of telling who, what, when, or why. It’s a mystery and if definitely makes the story interesting. You read the first side or the story, then hear the second. You are instantly confused because they say about the exact opposite. But there is no story that does not make sense. Interesting………