Knot On My Hair Dryer

This morning, at 5:32 am (hence morning), I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror. My hair was dripping wet, my eyes were half way closed, and I stood there staring at the knot in my hair dryer cord trying to build up the energy to de-knot it. I asked myself, “ Why I do this? Why do I agree to get up at the butt crack of dawn to get on a bus and spend the whole day at a speech contest?”

My life goes a little like this:

February 10, 12, & 13: Follies.

Before follies I had many late nights of rehearsals in preparation of the show.

I don’t even get a break to catch up on sleep and homework before the next big thing starts.

Thursday 17: Day one of dance team tryouts. After spending the day at school ( not by choice) I go to DT tryouts. Later that evening, I help out a few friends + homework.

Friday 18: Day two of dance team tryouts. After dancing I help some girls with the dances until late in the evening out of my generosity.

Saturday 19: spend most of the day at the studio dancing and helping people.

Sunday 20: [{God’s day} church] Tryouts! That extremely stressful and took several hours out of the day. Then I got to do homework for the rest of the night.

Now for this past week:

Monday: I don’t remember this day but I’m pretty sure I came home from school and completely crashed. I got up later  and did some more damn homework.

Tuesday: Right away after school, I get my allergies shots. Tuesday is also the night I assist teach dance. –later more homework.

Wednesday: homework then dance till sometime after 10.

Thursday: I had to help my mother with something that should have taken less then a ½ hour but accumulated to about 3 hours.  Then I spent the rest of the evening doing homework and trying to get my photos together to turn in the next day for the CIML art show.

Friday:  I was having troubles with the photos; so in the morning I got up early to print them. I ended up going to Hy-vee drug store 3 times. 3 Times! The machines were having trouble reading the format from which my photos were saved as.  I had to go buy some photo paper, some ink cartridge, and go to a friend’s house to print the photos that didn’t turn out how they were suppose to. I stayed at school until 5pm handing in my photos for the CIML art contest and preparing my speech with my teacher.

Saturday: I got up at 5am to go to a speech contest that took all day. Exhausted from the week, I fell asleep on the gym bleachers in Riceville. 

Busy is the adjective to describe my life. I get very little sleep. My room is always messy; because by the end of the day, It’s my last concern with the very little energy I have. I have homework every single day because I do not take study halls. I’ve never had a study hall and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I had one anyways. There are too many things I want to do to waste a period of the day in a study hall. There is no internet at my house at the moment. It is not working so doing homework is even more difficult when I have to change my location to get it done. I miss my friends. I rarely get to see them or hang out with them because I always have something going on. When I do get to see them, I’m not as energetic at they are because chances are if I have time to see them then I’m not moving in hyper mode trying to get something done. My body is falling apart and I am tired.

This is normal for me. If it wasn’t this it would be something else.

So why do I do this?

I do this because I love too. This is how I have always been. I love to be involved and do something worth wild. I know that if I didn’t keep busy I would be even more of a procrastinator. I wouldn’t know how to function. Because I have very little time, it condenses me to doing the stuff I need to do now rather than putting it off because I will have time later. I feel bad for the kids that never get to experience something equivalent to state or districts, or any sort of high pressure competition. To never feel the stress, rush, and pressure that drives you would not be worth everything else you have to go through in this crappy time period of your life. Weather you win or lose, the journey that builds you up (that builds your character) is worth it in the end.  My accomplishments mean so much more to me because I know I’ve earned it, and that is something I can take with me for the rest of my life.

So I will continue to get up in the morning with my dripping wet hair, come home late at night, and do again the next day.

I was asked, “Do you think you are a hard worker?”

My answer is yes. I work hard at trying to keep sane.

Stuck in the Middle

Middle Child Syndrome!  It exists ladies and gentlemen!  Urban Dictionary would describe it as an emotional scarring condition.
Middle children are known for ending up with the things that are too big for the baby in the family and too small for the oldest.  It is a known fact the youngest and oldest are treated differently than the middle child for the oldest is the first child (aka favorite)  and the smallest is the baby (aka the last child) known for getting whatever they desire because they are the "baby."

I would know this firsthand for I am the middle child in my family. The first-born sibling is put on a pedestal and the youngest sibling gets away with the most. The middle child is just sort of…there.  We do not get noticed as much or we have to work that much harder for the attention of our parents. Many studies say the second-borns pull away from social situations or stay close to themselves. I find this only to be true to a select few. The middle children that I know are open in social situations, because they have to put themselves out there to be noticed therefore they are comfortable socially.

It is also said that the first-borns tend to be more intelligent. I think that is due to the fact that they are more nurtured from the beginning. They are child number one.

The second-born tends to be more creative. This holds true in my family. Let’s face it compared to my sister and brother I have already lived a more creative life. One time when my sister and I fought about where the feminine protection product pads should go in our new house. She threw them all scattered in my room while screaming profanities. I, on the other hand, thought I had a more creative way to dispose of the pads while holding strong in the fight. I took the sticky off the back and put the pads across my sister’s bedroom door. I wrote out “you suck” with pads and scribbled red marker on many of the pads. This was far more creative way to take out my stress. I was trying to ease the tension and let’s face it, It was funny.

Anywho, The third-born is known to have a good sense of humor or to be funny.

Middle children also tend to be more independent. This probably comes from them feeling as they don’t belong in the family for their whole lives or that they are treated differently. Many parents will deny that they play favoritism. It happens! Parents will favor the child that is more like them.

If you don't believe me you can google it! Famous middle children you have seen on tv...Lisa Simpson from the Simpsons or Cindy from the Brady Bunch.

I think if you’re going to have children two is a good number. I suggest having a boy first and then a girl. ( Like you get to choose right? Ha! No…) An older sister will more likely be vicious to her younger sibling when pms hits her or she’s frustrated with the world. She will take it out on her sibling. An older brother may do this also, but I find that they have a more protection streak over their younger sibling. Both girl and boy will be somewhat protective over their younger sibling but a guy dominates in this area.

Let us prevent middle child syndrome in the future. Parents do not neglect your second-born. (Parents, don’t neglect any of your children) Parents should also never compare siblings to each other. Parents need to reward and treat their accomplishments individually.

We love middle children. They are the best. J

"My mom should of stopped after me."