I have come to the conclusion that senior year of high school is the hardest year I've ever had. I never realized how stressful it is getting ready for college and such. There's absolutely no room for failure, and it pretty much sucks if you've been slacking off for the past three years. Since I was homeschooled last year, I have a bit more to get caught up on. For example, I still haven't taken my ACT, (which is required to get into college). But I'm taking it next Saturday. Wish me luck! The bad thing about waiting so long to take it is the fact that I can't apply for scholarships (and expect to get them) or schools I want to go to because I won't have the scores for quote "three to eight weeks." Are you kidding me?! I really regret not taking it as soon as I got back last October. But there's no use in wishing things had gone differently.
Every single senior at my school is required to write a senior term paper. Gulp. My class started it about two weeks ago and it's going pretty well. I'm writing about world hunger. Every week (starting yesterday) we have to turn in a certain amount of our paper. It's actually a really great idea, especially for me because I am a first class procrastinator. Having weekly due dates helps me make sure I get it done. And so far it's working. I started writing Monday night which is a huge improvement from the past where I would start THE night before it was due. It's not that I don't like writing, I just hate having a set deadline. Or having it as an assignment. If it's strictly for my own pleasure, ahem, exhibit A, I'm more likely to do it. And it's not like I'm a bad writer. I KNOW I'm good. People tell me all the time that I have a gift...even when I have noooo clue what I'm saying.... Maybe I'll sell some of my work one day....
Other than school, this past year has been hard anyway. I don't remember if I mentioned it, but my grampa was diagnosed with lung cancer in October. Over Christmas break he had surgery to remove the top portion of his right lung and a lymph node. (AND ALL OF THE CANCER!!) The surgery went great, but he's had a really difficult time recovering. I guess he's had pneumonia the past few weeks and no one knew. He was at a nursing home, then the emergency room, then ICU where the doctors had to put him in a coma and on a ventilator. Monday his lung collapsed when they tried to wake him up. But by the Grace of God, Tuesday he woke up and is doing wonderful! Talk about a true miracle. He's awake, hungry, hot, and wants to go home. Ahh, that's muh grampa for you. I love him so much.
My daddy flys back to Guam tomorrow. He actually left on Monday with my grandparents (other gramma and grampa). It was so hard saying goodbye for the second time in almost four months, but I'm so excited to see him again in May for my graduation. I hope the next few months go by suuuper fast.
I suppose I should go study. I have an American Government and a medical biology test tomorrow and three quizs.... I'll leave you with one of my favorite poems:
God bless
The Sick Rose by William Blake
Oh Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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