Well, I haven't posted a long blog in a while, so I figured I would GRACE you with my literary presence, huh?
It's still kind of Friday right now, considering it's 1 AM, but right now I'm just sitting at the computer, feeling all chatty and such. My cell phone's dead. It's sad really, a Friday night in the middle of the summer...and a fine young thang (just kidding!) like me doesn't have much to do. It's pitiful, really. But tomorrow I have a family reunion, and it's about an hour and a half away, so if I get tired I could always conk out in the car.
July 19th. Hmm, doesn't really ring any "SIGNIFICANT DATES IN HISTORY" bells to me.
I woke up at 2:30 PM today (like your average teenager!) and then proceeded to do nothing until 4 when I took my two younger sisters and their one friend shopping.
WAIT WAIT WAIT, I know I know I know! I shouldn't really be shopping right now.
In my last post I had said something about going on a crazy spending-spree lately. But I CHEAPLY bought two T-shirts...and bought my sisters' things, which were cheap as well. So cut me a break, one of the shirts I bought was from the SALVATION ARMY. Yeah, I'll admit it, I shop there. You can find some really cute things in there, and if you're creative enough, I'm sure you could find some fashion projects for a rainy day. I just bought a T-shirt. I LIKE T-shirts. They're very easy to wear with a cute pair of jeans and some chucks...speaking of which, I need to get myself a pair of those before school starts! My chucks right now consist of a pair of brown keds that have writing all over them and have SEVERELY passed their prime. I first started wearing them in seventh grade. So yeah.
Anyways...back to my day. We shopped, got some Ritas, and them came home. I know, it's riveting.
But as usual, most of my school-year friends don't seem to hold over during the summer, so I've been left out to dry.
I know I had a Penn State timer on the site, and I've been back for two weeks now. To be honest, it wasn't that much of an enLightening experience. In fact, you might even say I look back on it and cringe. A few days before we were scheduled to leave, my roommate completely spazzed out on me IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. She tried to start up a whole mess of drama, which was just...not acceptable. True to my passive-aggressive nature, I drafted SEVERAL notes that I meant to leave in her suitcase surreptitiously at our departure (all cleverly saying in more or less words: YOU'RE A BITCH), but on the last night we had an impromptu make-up--thanks to a guy in another program--and I never left them. We played nice for the rest of the workshop, but we didn't talk in our room, in public, at all. I was perfectly fine with that. I had plenty of time to collect my thoughts.
Which sometimes my thoughts were thus--out of 18 kids, I was one of two white girls in the program. I was really the minority while we were there. It was really frustrating sometimes, especially when ALL the speakers they assigned to talk to us weren't any bit white. Let me say this: I AM NOT PREJUDICED. I have black cousins and color has NEVER mattered to me, EVER. But it was really difficult when the previously mentioned speakers were prejudiced to ME because I was WHITE. Yeah, it happened.
One of the speakers started saying something about how "you don't normally see ethnic people or minorities reported on the news as missing" and that you "will always see a white girl's face on the news even if she runs away." This one hurt, a lot. I argued with him a little bit, explaining how it can sometimes be merely socioeconmic status and that color doesn't always have something to do with it--that it can depend on money, persistence, and influence. I was close to tears at the end because I couldn't stand to listen to the REVERSE-DISCRIMINATION the guy was radiating.
And sometimes it was difficult being one of the only white girls, because I felt like I didn't fit in. When we all discussed what our first impressions were, everyone thought I was loud, snobby, and a little bit nuts (no argument there).
I liked the people in the workshop, and I'm still in touch some with them on Facebook. I had a great time, despite the previous. I didn't exactly find my "Great Perhaps" like I was looking for, but it was a nice experience to look back on, I got a good dose of college life, learned a lot about journalism (we produced a paper on political diversity), and I did meet some awesome people. And I even did some pretty reckless things while I was there--one of which includes a nightclub--but those stories are for another time!
Last night my mother was trying to explain to me all of the relations that I have on her side of the family. The italian side of my family is MASSIVE and so vast that I had to ask her to repeat it, explain it again (in detail!), and I often used frantic hand gestures and said, "Wait, HOW AM I RELATED TO HER?"
So I'd better get SOME sleep tonight, I have to deal with all those italians tomorrow!
(I hope this post was sufficient!)
It's still kind of Friday right now, considering it's 1 AM, but right now I'm just sitting at the computer, feeling all chatty and such. My cell phone's dead. It's sad really, a Friday night in the middle of the summer...and a fine young thang (just kidding!) like me doesn't have much to do. It's pitiful, really. But tomorrow I have a family reunion, and it's about an hour and a half away, so if I get tired I could always conk out in the car.
July 19th. Hmm, doesn't really ring any "SIGNIFICANT DATES IN HISTORY" bells to me.
I woke up at 2:30 PM today (like your average teenager!) and then proceeded to do nothing until 4 when I took my two younger sisters and their one friend shopping.
WAIT WAIT WAIT, I know I know I know! I shouldn't really be shopping right now.
In my last post I had said something about going on a crazy spending-spree lately. But I CHEAPLY bought two T-shirts...and bought my sisters' things, which were cheap as well. So cut me a break, one of the shirts I bought was from the SALVATION ARMY. Yeah, I'll admit it, I shop there. You can find some really cute things in there, and if you're creative enough, I'm sure you could find some fashion projects for a rainy day. I just bought a T-shirt. I LIKE T-shirts. They're very easy to wear with a cute pair of jeans and some chucks...speaking of which, I need to get myself a pair of those before school starts! My chucks right now consist of a pair of brown keds that have writing all over them and have SEVERELY passed their prime. I first started wearing them in seventh grade. So yeah.
Anyways...back to my day. We shopped, got some Ritas, and them came home. I know, it's riveting.
But as usual, most of my school-year friends don't seem to hold over during the summer, so I've been left out to dry.
I know I had a Penn State timer on the site, and I've been back for two weeks now. To be honest, it wasn't that much of an enLightening experience. In fact, you might even say I look back on it and cringe. A few days before we were scheduled to leave, my roommate completely spazzed out on me IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. She tried to start up a whole mess of drama, which was just...not acceptable. True to my passive-aggressive nature, I drafted SEVERAL notes that I meant to leave in her suitcase surreptitiously at our departure (all cleverly saying in more or less words: YOU'RE A BITCH), but on the last night we had an impromptu make-up--thanks to a guy in another program--and I never left them. We played nice for the rest of the workshop, but we didn't talk in our room, in public, at all. I was perfectly fine with that. I had plenty of time to collect my thoughts.
Which sometimes my thoughts were thus--out of 18 kids, I was one of two white girls in the program. I was really the minority while we were there. It was really frustrating sometimes, especially when ALL the speakers they assigned to talk to us weren't any bit white. Let me say this: I AM NOT PREJUDICED. I have black cousins and color has NEVER mattered to me, EVER. But it was really difficult when the previously mentioned speakers were prejudiced to ME because I was WHITE. Yeah, it happened.
One of the speakers started saying something about how "you don't normally see ethnic people or minorities reported on the news as missing" and that you "will always see a white girl's face on the news even if she runs away." This one hurt, a lot. I argued with him a little bit, explaining how it can sometimes be merely socioeconmic status and that color doesn't always have something to do with it--that it can depend on money, persistence, and influence. I was close to tears at the end because I couldn't stand to listen to the REVERSE-DISCRIMINATION the guy was radiating.
And sometimes it was difficult being one of the only white girls, because I felt like I didn't fit in. When we all discussed what our first impressions were, everyone thought I was loud, snobby, and a little bit nuts (no argument there).
I liked the people in the workshop, and I'm still in touch some with them on Facebook. I had a great time, despite the previous. I didn't exactly find my "Great Perhaps" like I was looking for, but it was a nice experience to look back on, I got a good dose of college life, learned a lot about journalism (we produced a paper on political diversity), and I did meet some awesome people. And I even did some pretty reckless things while I was there--one of which includes a nightclub--but those stories are for another time!
Last night my mother was trying to explain to me all of the relations that I have on her side of the family. The italian side of my family is MASSIVE and so vast that I had to ask her to repeat it, explain it again (in detail!), and I often used frantic hand gestures and said, "Wait, HOW AM I RELATED TO HER?"
So I'd better get SOME sleep tonight, I have to deal with all those italians tomorrow!
(I hope this post was sufficient!)
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