There is nothing worse than when I, a poor teenage diabetic, am sitting in class, not paying attention, and my daydream is interrupted by the monotone beep of my insulin pump. I wish I could switch roles with my pancreas. It does nothing at all, hense "diabetes." If you are unaware, type one diabetes is a severe form of diabetes mellitus. Type One diabetes means the production of insulin by the beta cells is impaired and results in the dependence on externally administered insulin. Because I'm sure you're interested, here's my diabetes story.
Two years ago, I was diagnosed with Type One diabetes. I spent three days in the hospital learning about insulin shots, carbohydrate to insulin ratios, taking my blood sugar, and controlling my blood sugar so I don't pass out, or worse, die. I gave myself insulin shots each time I had something to eat and one at bed time for 6 months. After 6 months, I started the process of getting an insulin pump. It started with selecting which pump I wanted. Each pump is different but I chose the most different one, the one without tubing. It is a wireless pod that sticks on my stomach by adhesive. I use a cell phone sized monitor to check my blood sugar and deliver insulin when I eat. Instead of taking "long-acting" insulin at bed time, my pump gives me insulin throughout the day. I still give myself "fast-acting" insulin when I eat but instead of having to take a shot, my pump delivers a "bolus" to me. Bolus is just a fancy term for fast-acting insulin. Fast-acting insulin helps break down the carbs I eat for that meal which keeps my blood sugar down. My target blood sugar is between 80 and 180 mg/dL.
I really love eating things I know aren't the best for my blood sugar. These things include fruit, pizza, and pasta. When I eat these things, my blood sugar spikes faster than when I eat any other food. When I was in the hospital, I acted really strong and mature but deep down, I was very scared and overwhelmed by all of the new information and changes I had to make because of diabetes. Two years later, I feel like a normal teenager. Just a normal teenager who has to be a little more careful of what she eats and how her blood sugar is during show choir.
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Sunday, September 30, 2012
Homecoming Happened
Homecoming 2012 was a disappointment to me and I'm sure others as well. The pretty and not so pretty dresses, the handsome and less handsome boys, and the hovering staff members were all cause for talk of homecoming. The problems started early in the night when everyone was having a good time which staff had no problem ruining. The lights suddenly turned on and the music stopped. It was then that Mr. Johnson (associate principal, not math teacher) got on the microphone giving us a firm warning that our dancing was inappropriate and people would be kicked out if it didn't change. Unfortunately, they weren't kidding. Over 30 people were kicked out within 10 minutes. A group of upperclassmen went to the head honcho her self, Dr. Wilcynski complaining about how lame the dance was and she gave us permission to dance how we wanted. This of course upset the staff members who were trying to enforce the new rules.
Soon the cafeteria smelled of B.O, alcohol, and teen spirit! Ha. Who am I kidding? It was just B.O. and alcohol. It was raining glitter and flower petals, the DJ played horrible music, and despite the new rules, I still saw under dresses. If the ladies would have just taken my advice and come in a nun costume, I wouldn't have talked so much smack about half of the dresses there and I wouldn't have seen that one girl's lime green spandex numerous times.
Although homecoming really sucked, it was made a ton better because of the people I went with and saw there. Friends that have moved away came back for the dance and made it a memorable dance. Soon word spread of the "Senior Party" after the dance which was sure to be a great time. Unfortunately, my friend and I were invited to said party but instead spent our time after homecoming with a few other friends having a great time on our own.
It seems like homecoming gets worse each year. New rules, stricter staff members, and shorter dresses. This year might have been the worst though because of the confusion of dancing, people getting kicked out, and the first 30 minutes of awkwardness when boys and girls were separated and no one was dancing. I hope WPA this spring is much better than homecoming and I also hope the staff at Kennedy realizes that we're going to dance however we want no matter what they say because this isn't the 1950's. There's a little bit of slut in each and every one of us and where did we get it? From none other than our elders. The very same elders that are trying to stop us from dancing "inappropriately." Talk about double standard....
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Soon the cafeteria smelled of B.O, alcohol, and teen spirit! Ha. Who am I kidding? It was just B.O. and alcohol. It was raining glitter and flower petals, the DJ played horrible music, and despite the new rules, I still saw under dresses. If the ladies would have just taken my advice and come in a nun costume, I wouldn't have talked so much smack about half of the dresses there and I wouldn't have seen that one girl's lime green spandex numerous times.
Although homecoming really sucked, it was made a ton better because of the people I went with and saw there. Friends that have moved away came back for the dance and made it a memorable dance. Soon word spread of the "Senior Party" after the dance which was sure to be a great time. Unfortunately, my friend and I were invited to said party but instead spent our time after homecoming with a few other friends having a great time on our own.
It seems like homecoming gets worse each year. New rules, stricter staff members, and shorter dresses. This year might have been the worst though because of the confusion of dancing, people getting kicked out, and the first 30 minutes of awkwardness when boys and girls were separated and no one was dancing. I hope WPA this spring is much better than homecoming and I also hope the staff at Kennedy realizes that we're going to dance however we want no matter what they say because this isn't the 1950's. There's a little bit of slut in each and every one of us and where did we get it? From none other than our elders. The very same elders that are trying to stop us from dancing "inappropriately." Talk about double standard....
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15 year old CAT LADY
Reeses, Squirt, and Simon are my three cats and also my best friends. Although they aren't human, I think it's better that way. Reeses always knows when I'm upset and is always coming up to me nuzzling me trying to make me feel better. I think Simon hates me because whenever I try to pet him or cuddle with him he runs away. He loves my mom more than the rest of us which makes me so mad. Squirt is so damn cute that I just love him for being so cute.
I also have a dog named Pookie and I love her, I really do but personally, I like my cats better. If someone asked me which to get, a dog or cat, I would recommend a cat because you can play with them just like dogs but they calm down a lot easier and it seems like my cats can tell that I'm upset easier than my dog. I love cats more than any other animal because of how cozy and cute they are but also because they don't require that much work.
We've had our cats since they were born because we fostered them until they were old enough to be adopted and we adopted them as soon as we could. The biggest challenge is making sure they don't run outside at night when we let Pookie out. During the day, we let them outside because they really like it and it's super cute when they go explore in the backyard.
Having a dog and three cats is kind of challenging sometimes because since Pookie is so much bigger than the kittens she thinks she can walk all over them. I mean that literally and figuratively. When Pook is in a playful mood, she often chases the kittens around the house or nips at them hoping to get a reaction from them. She always does. Simon swipes his paw at Pookie and scratches her when she tries to bite him.
I'm only 15 but I consider myself a cat lady. I love my cats more than most other things and it's honestly kind of unnatural but that's okay because when my friends or boyfriend leave me, I'll still have my cats by my side... or cuddling with me in my bed which is even better.
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I also have a dog named Pookie and I love her, I really do but personally, I like my cats better. If someone asked me which to get, a dog or cat, I would recommend a cat because you can play with them just like dogs but they calm down a lot easier and it seems like my cats can tell that I'm upset easier than my dog. I love cats more than any other animal because of how cozy and cute they are but also because they don't require that much work.
We've had our cats since they were born because we fostered them until they were old enough to be adopted and we adopted them as soon as we could. The biggest challenge is making sure they don't run outside at night when we let Pookie out. During the day, we let them outside because they really like it and it's super cute when they go explore in the backyard.
Having a dog and three cats is kind of challenging sometimes because since Pookie is so much bigger than the kittens she thinks she can walk all over them. I mean that literally and figuratively. When Pook is in a playful mood, she often chases the kittens around the house or nips at them hoping to get a reaction from them. She always does. Simon swipes his paw at Pookie and scratches her when she tries to bite him.
I'm only 15 but I consider myself a cat lady. I love my cats more than most other things and it's honestly kind of unnatural but that's okay because when my friends or boyfriend leave me, I'll still have my cats by my side... or cuddling with me in my bed which is even better.
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Sunday, September 23, 2012
Irritating E.R. Workers
It's Sunday night and instead of being at home in the warmth of my twin bed I have found myself waiting in the emergency room. As I walked in, cringing from pain, I still had a smile on my face. My smile grew when I spotted Ananya (http://lifespoon.blogspot.com) at the check-in desk. As I frantically finished my Dairy Queen, Ananya led me into the triage room where I encountered the most HORRIFIC lady ever. As we all know, I'm hilarious. Don't try to fight it because I am. I know for a fact that I can make people smile easily which is why I'm so irritated by this lady in triage. I understand it's 9:30 pm on a Sunday and I can assure you I don't want to be here any more than you do but you have no reason to be rude to me and you should certainly laugh at my entirely natural charm.
I am often hurt both physically and emotionally but I still try to smile and make people happy. So when Mrs. Triage lady asked me if I was allergic to anything other than the "medications listed here" I obviously had to respond with "I sure hope not." and a smile. C'mon folks, thats funny. You know it's funny, I know it's funny, my mom knew it was funny but Mrs. Triage was not havin' it.* Don't worry lady, I hate this shit too.
My doctor is no better at all. He is telling me a ton of stuff I already know. "Take everything you're wearing off of your top half. Gown goes on with the pocket in front. Leave the back open." Okay dude. I get it. It's not like I've never been here before, I know the God damn drill. I'm seriously so happy despite the stabbing pain in my back and lungs, and this douchebag won't crack a smile when I say something cute. Seriously, I'm such a bubbly person and these assholes are really harshing my mood.
*Not havin' it: it's not okay with the person or the person is not taking any bullshit
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I am often hurt both physically and emotionally but I still try to smile and make people happy. So when Mrs. Triage lady asked me if I was allergic to anything other than the "medications listed here" I obviously had to respond with "I sure hope not." and a smile. C'mon folks, thats funny. You know it's funny, I know it's funny, my mom knew it was funny but Mrs. Triage was not havin' it.* Don't worry lady, I hate this shit too.
My doctor is no better at all. He is telling me a ton of stuff I already know. "Take everything you're wearing off of your top half. Gown goes on with the pocket in front. Leave the back open." Okay dude. I get it. It's not like I've never been here before, I know the God damn drill. I'm seriously so happy despite the stabbing pain in my back and lungs, and this douchebag won't crack a smile when I say something cute. Seriously, I'm such a bubbly person and these assholes are really harshing my mood.
*Not havin' it: it's not okay with the person or the person is not taking any bullshit
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Señora gets Sassy
Every year I get a teacher I can NOT stand. This year, this teacher happens to be my spanish teacher. She may be the biggest piece of shit teacher I've ever had. I'll start with the fact that she's lazy. Her teaching style is to not teach. Honestly, she gets paid to help us understand the Spanish vocabulary and grammar yet she sits on her ass on the computer while we waste 55 minutes with no guidance at all. I understand we're now in level 3 so we should be more responsible than last year but she's still responsible for teaching us things. The best part is, she doesn't even pretend to teach us anything.
Another reason I hate Señora is because she is so sassy! She always has a bitchy come back for a question that's asked. Example: A student missed a quiz on a Monday and asked to make it up Friday after school because that was the first chance she had. Señora informed the student that points would be taken off because it is over 24 hours after the original quiz date. The entire class had a large problem with this which ignited a huge argument between Señora and her class. Señora's side of the argument was that we as students spread ourselves too thin with a full schedule at school on top of a job and extracurricular activities. The reason the student couldn't make up the quiz earlier is because her job schedules her at 3pm each day so she goes directly to work. When she told our teacher about this, Señora got very frustrated and explained there are consequences for missing school just as missing work can result in termination. Contradicting, much?
If you plan to be/are a teacher, think about your students too. We understand you have lives outside of the 6 hours you spend with us teenagers but we have lives too. Try to help us out. Most of us don't even want to be at school. You chose your profession, don't bitch at us when you're unhappy with it. There's always retirement.
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Another reason I hate Señora is because she is so sassy! She always has a bitchy come back for a question that's asked. Example: A student missed a quiz on a Monday and asked to make it up Friday after school because that was the first chance she had. Señora informed the student that points would be taken off because it is over 24 hours after the original quiz date. The entire class had a large problem with this which ignited a huge argument between Señora and her class. Señora's side of the argument was that we as students spread ourselves too thin with a full schedule at school on top of a job and extracurricular activities. The reason the student couldn't make up the quiz earlier is because her job schedules her at 3pm each day so she goes directly to work. When she told our teacher about this, Señora got very frustrated and explained there are consequences for missing school just as missing work can result in termination. Contradicting, much?
If you plan to be/are a teacher, think about your students too. We understand you have lives outside of the 6 hours you spend with us teenagers but we have lives too. Try to help us out. Most of us don't even want to be at school. You chose your profession, don't bitch at us when you're unhappy with it. There's always retirement.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Homecoming Happenings
Homecoming is either an exciting and fun high school dance
or just another night for some people. Either way, every high school student knows
that homecoming always ends up being a sweaty mosh pit of “grinding,” skirts “accidentally”
riding entirely too high, men without shirts on, and teachers trying to control
the animals… I mean students who are quite possibly under the influence of
alcohol or marijuana. This year, just like last, Kennedy has established a set
of rules for the homecoming dance coming up in a few weeks.
1. It is expected that all students will wear
clothing appropriate for a school event.This rule is actually kind of disturbing to me but it’s entirely necessary.
Every teenager can tell you the one “classy lady” in each of their classes who
doesn’t cover up their goods well enough. Just as easy to identify is homeboy who
wears a belt that obviously isn’t serving its purpose well. Pull your damn pants up! I don’t want to see
your entire underwear drawer. Ever. Homecoming doesn’t seem to cause a problem
for boys dressing appropriately seeing as they wear dress pants, a dress shirt,
and a tie. Not much can go wrong. Unfortunately, for the ladies, life isn’t that
easy. When a couple walks into the dance, the dress on the lady is evaluated and
scrutinized much worse than the black pants on the boy. It’s not hard to obey
this rule, ladies. Just go get a nun costume from your local Halloween store
and call it good for the night.
2. It is expected that clothing will be worn as
intended at all times. Boys are expected to keep their shirts on. Girls are
expected to keep their dresses and skirts at the intended length. Pulling
skirts/dresses up is unacceptable.
There is nothing worse than going home after homecoming and have your mom ask if you had fun when the only thing you can think about is that trashy girl who had her dress up so high, you could give a detailed description of her thong. Not one person, REPEAT, not ONE person wants to see your cooka* ladies. Pull your dress down. Personally, boys taking off their shirts are the least of this school’s worries. In fact, I don’t think it’s a worry at all. Bow chicka wow wow.
There is nothing worse than going home after homecoming and have your mom ask if you had fun when the only thing you can think about is that trashy girl who had her dress up so high, you could give a detailed description of her thong. Not one person, REPEAT, not ONE person wants to see your cooka* ladies. Pull your dress down. Personally, boys taking off their shirts are the least of this school’s worries. In fact, I don’t think it’s a worry at all. Bow chicka wow wow.
3. It is expected that all students will dance
appropriately. Simulating sex acts, dancing with hands on the ground, etc. are inappropriate.
Leave your hands on your knees while you’re grinding… I mean dancing… and there. Problem avoided. No seriously though, just don’t have sex on the dance floor, y’all. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for from you.
Leave your hands on your knees while you’re grinding… I mean dancing… and there. Problem avoided. No seriously though, just don’t have sex on the dance floor, y’all. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for from you.
All in all, these rules are stupid and shouldn’t have been
put in place cause their all common sense. Don’t be dirty, little, teenage
sluts and we won’t have any sort of problem.
*cooka is a slang term for the female reproductive organ (No-no parts)
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*cooka is a slang term for the female reproductive organ (No-no parts)
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Sunday, September 16, 2012
Relationships ruining Friendships
High school consists of teenage girls "falling in love" with hunky boys and getting hurt. The same goes for best friends getting in fights because one got a new boyfriend. I hate that I know about this first hand, but I'm not the only high schooler affected by the "first love effect."
High school has a funny way of working things out. Girls get self concious because of peers and models in magazines while boys get cocky and obnoxiously confident. Insecure girls dont trust other girls around their boyfriends and boys think they can get any girl.
A recent experience with a "best friend" brought to my attention how relationships can ruin friendships. I have been friends with the boy in this story for over 4 years. The girl in the story has known him for 3 years and I've known her for a little less than a year. When the boy and I hang out, the girl gets upset, calls the boy continually and bothers him the entire night. The girl, even though we were supposedly "best friends" doesn't trust me around her boyfriend. It's because of this that I can no longer talk to my guy friend of over 4 years and I'm no longer friends with this girl either.
Unfortunately, I've witnessed long friendships be destroyed because one of the parties gets a significant other. I cannot express how bad it hurts me to watch friends fight because of a boyfriend or girlfriend. Chances are you and your high school significant other are not gonna last as long as you hope. Your best friend is always gonna be there for you unless you give them a reason not to. Don't let that reason be a boyfriend or girlfriend. You will regret it when you're no longer with that boyfriend or girlfriend and you're left with only few friends.
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High school has a funny way of working things out. Girls get self concious because of peers and models in magazines while boys get cocky and obnoxiously confident. Insecure girls dont trust other girls around their boyfriends and boys think they can get any girl.
A recent experience with a "best friend" brought to my attention how relationships can ruin friendships. I have been friends with the boy in this story for over 4 years. The girl in the story has known him for 3 years and I've known her for a little less than a year. When the boy and I hang out, the girl gets upset, calls the boy continually and bothers him the entire night. The girl, even though we were supposedly "best friends" doesn't trust me around her boyfriend. It's because of this that I can no longer talk to my guy friend of over 4 years and I'm no longer friends with this girl either.
Unfortunately, I've witnessed long friendships be destroyed because one of the parties gets a significant other. I cannot express how bad it hurts me to watch friends fight because of a boyfriend or girlfriend. Chances are you and your high school significant other are not gonna last as long as you hope. Your best friend is always gonna be there for you unless you give them a reason not to. Don't let that reason be a boyfriend or girlfriend. You will regret it when you're no longer with that boyfriend or girlfriend and you're left with only few friends.
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