… I could tell the grown ups were a little anxious about our bus being parked so close to Trump Towers, what with the protest scheduled for tonight. Even though it was, for the most part, a very peaceful protest in New York, they knew that at a drop of the hat situations change.
We eventually came a completely different scene before us. This point of the city was filled to the brim with police barricading and sectioning off areas we shouldn’t go to if we wanted to keep our distance. We kept walking, eventually crossing the street, where there was a police woman starting to barricade the place behind us.
In sudden realization, we remembered that our bus would be picking us up on the opposite side, where we just came from. “Can we go back?” we asked the policewoman.
“No, ma’am. Not if you want to stay safe. The protesters should be here any minute.”
The minutes before the protest were, actually a little nerve-wracking. We didn’t know what to expect. And since there were so many police milling around, ready for anything, we knew we should keep our distance. It was an adrenaline moment, police from all sides with sirens blaring. But in another way, there was a very exciting aspect to it. I knew at the time that this was a time in history people would remember, and I got to see it up close and personal.
“We need to find a place farther away,” someone in the group mumbled. Because at the time, we were right along where the protest would be going by.
We found our way to the fountain in the middle of the street which was the perfect place to be since there there were benches to sit on and a good view of everything taking place. As much as we didn’t want to get in the middle of it, I felt a distinct sense of adventure even being there to witness everything, as I said, in a “this time in history” sort of way.
It only took about ten minutes before a huge group of people started walking through with signs blazon. And it sure didn’t help people’s nerves when a group of skateboarders came into the fountain area, jumping and skidding around.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long until our bus group was able to meet in the same fountain area, where we called the bus driver and explained our dilemma. After talking with him, we were told to walk a little bit more so we could meet up in a different location. Many of the roads were blocked because of the protest, so we needed to go to a road easily accessible to the bus driver.
At around 7:30 or 8 in the evening, we were all safely boarded and able to relax in our seats. It had certainly been an eventful day. An awesome day that I will remember always. It’s hard to believe so much can take place in such little time, but you realize in times like that just how much you can really get done in a day.
After stopping for a late night Cracker Barrel dinner, which was fun, to say the least, we drove a few more hours, got off the bus, and headed home. I was soon dropped off at my house, and even though I’d been gone for a day, it felt like I’d been gone for a month. I’m so thankful that I was invited to go on this trip. I’d learned and experienced so much just by doing so. So, thank you so much, Ms. Jen and Brooke! I never got around to that thank-you card, so I hope you accept this instead. I’m very thankful for all you do for me, and all the fun times we have! Love you guys.
And thank you, the reader, as well, for sticking around for all three parts to my NYC trip. I’m glad I have it all documented on these handy little blog entries. There was much adventure to tell of!
When we left the Radio City Music Hall, where we saw the amazing Rockettes perform, Ms. Jen (my friend’s mother) told us she had just received a text from another lady in the group telling us to watch out because there was a protest going on just minutes away. Looking at our map, we realize that Trump Towers is, IN FACT, the exact destination in which our bus would be meeting everyone to take us home.
We decided to try our hardest to avoid those areas for as long as possible, for safety’s sake, so we thought the most reasonable thing to do next would be shopping at some stores near Times Square. We knew our time was ticking down, and of course, in natural Hannah fashion, you just can’t forget to shop! …Even though, *fun fact of the day* Hannah used to hate shopping as a child. My, how times have changed.
After shopping and getting a wonderful Starbucks (something I never get to do in regular everyday life), we knew that we should start to head back in the general vicinity of where the bus would pick us up. Times Square was such a surreal experience, all the ads and shops. BUT on our way back, after we caught up with another group from the bus trip, we were reminded of one thing. There were carriage rides on the side of the street! Some of us had never done that before, and of course, when in Rome…or, um. New York, you have to try new things!
So, we stopped some of the men and said that we wished to take a quick ride. They said “of course” and we jumped right in, a couple people to each carriage. The three of us got into a huge extravagant one, with the sweetest Clydesdale ever leading us up front. He sure seemed to be a fan of his owner, the buggy driver!
The man driving our buggy was a sweet older fellow who had a lovely accent I thought to be Scottish, mixed with a little something else. He conversated with us very pleasantly over the ride through Central Park, showing us from a distance the different sky scrapers and the purpose of each one. He pointed out CNN towers and explained to us that when those red lights were on, CNN was live. And he made sure to point out the different places in Central Park that were in famous movies, such as Elf and Home Alone.
He pointed out Trump Towers, too, where right at that exact moment protesters were getting ready to march past.
“I’ve heard that there are protests that are going to go on tonight,” Ms. Jen said to the driver.
“Oh, yes. They’ve been going on for a while now. Those and the animal rights protesters really slow down the people that are trying to get to work.”
We nodded and said that we were sure it did.
“I know people are angry, but there’s no changing it. The election is done- finished. Nothing can be done about it now.”
We went through little bursts of him explaining things on the way. When it was silent, it was so easy to be relaxed by the clip clop of horse’s steps at a slow and relaxed pace. It was probably nice for these horses to walk through the park at night, with no one around. No bustle, no crowds. It sure was nice for us.
When we were turning the bend to go back into the city, we saw a group of people on the side of the road with big signs. As we slowed down, one lady gave a pamphlet to us, which I almost took, out of pure confusion. She looked at us and went, “I know you probably don’t know what you’re doing, but take this.” My mind was spinning. What were these people talking about? When I looked up, I saw the sign, of a horse and buggy in New York.
They were protesting buggy rides.
Out of the back of the crowd someone yelled, “YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF.” This was when realization set in. If they wanted to stop “animal cruelty” as they called it, human cruelty isn’t the way to do it! At least the first lady was kind about her beliefs.
In front of us, there was a buggy with a few women in it. One person from the protest yelled at them, “It’s animal cruelty!” The woman inside, part of our bus group, looked up in confusion and said, “No, it’s not.” Which, indeed, was not a good decision because the man from the crowd dropped his sign and started off in a sprint toward their buggy.
As we were leaving the scene the Scottish driver in the front seat looked back at us and reassured us everything was okay. “Don’t listen to them, folks. They wouldn’t know a horse’s hoof from it’s behind!” He gave us a jolly laugh.
When we were back safely at the drop off, he thanked us very much for coming along. The other horse driver that was present gave us each a carrot to feed to the horses. They were such sweet and happy creatures and, to our delight, we got to pet them and give them a carrot for being such troopers with all the yelling and ruckus that was going on.
The other driver started talking to me as we walked to the side.
“Yes, we have to deal with that daily,” he told me. “But what most people don’t know is that it’s a few of the real estate companies that are behind it. They purposefully are spinning people up, making it seem like it’s indecent to be doing what the horses love. They’re born wanting to be active, but the real estate companies wanted the land that our stables are on, and now they are trying to get their way.”
I shook my head. “That’s too bad. The horses seem like they’re being cared for.” He smiled and nodded his head.
After all, as long as the animals are being cared for, loved on, and are genuinely happy, I do not see a problem. But for the the people out there in the world that are genuinely NOT taking care of their animals, come on! Animals are a blessing in life. They give the most pure and unconditional form of love out there, and we must stick up for those innocent that cannot stick up for themselves. (I just hit you with a truth bomb, didn’t I)?
After this run-in with the animal rights protesters, which was thoroughly unexpected, we went on our way. If we left now, we’d be right on time for the bus to pick us up! All we had to do was walk a little more to the place we were supposed to meet, near Trump Towers…
Thus concludes the 2nd Part!
And again- thanks for reading! And get ready for this third and final part!
So, now that I’ve gotten back from disappearing into oblivion for a solid three months or so… I know that it’s time to *gasp* ACTUALLY post every week like I said I would do! In hind sight, I should have thought that through a little more. Although, how was I to know that some of the craziest months of my life would follow this silly proclamation of a blog schedule? Can’t blame a girl!
But I’m back, my dedicated little readers, and many an adventure has taken place in my time of absence. One day, in particular, sticks out from the rest.
What day am I talking about, you might be wondering? The day I went to none other than the Big Apple itself- New York City! And somehow, somehow, I survived. Oh, I know. I’m sure you’re very proud of me. I am aware I inherit impressive survival skills few people have acquired, no need to remind me!
Well, “excited” was an understatement when it came to describing my feelings for this trip. New York City would be my first ever major travel destination, and considering the fact that I want traveling to be a huge part of my future? This was a pretty big deal for me.
Not to mention, I’d be going with one of my best friends I’ve had since childhood and her equally lovely mom on this particular trip. I mean, that alone makes for a fun time!
After much anticipation, (I think a month’s worth of it), the date arrived and everyone was happy to get this show on the road. We loaded onto a bus at around 3 in the morning, tired and dragging, then drove for a consistent two hours before stopping at a Burger King for breakfast. After breakfast, which served as a great break from the bus, we loaded back on to travel the rest of the way!
The group arrived in New York at around 8 or 9..the details are a bit fuzzy considering I was half asleep from the bus ride. Even so, nothing in the world could have been so fascinating as the first few minutes entering the city. I looked out the window of the bus only to see building upon building reaching their fingertips to the sky. Yeah, yeah. Buildings don’t have fingertips. It’s a metaphor. Go with it.
I couldn’t wait to bounce right out of that bus and go exploring! We exited soon after, gathering in one big group of oblivious tourists on the sidewalk. I look up and the first thing that my eyes wash upon was the tallest and widest skyscraper I’d ever seen in my life. In a way, it was a humbling experience. Ya know that saying “everything’s bigger in Texas”? New York City would have been more accurate.
The first few hours of the trip we spent merely trying to decode the subway’s very complex (to us) way of going about everyday life. To be someone from a small town walking into a subway…? Well, it’s the feeling of complete and utter stupidity of the world around you. Honestly, not even exaggerating. I just thank God I wasn’t alone, because then lil’ ol’ me would be lost in 2 seconds flat.
First stop was the Staten Island Ferry. Cool, right? Yes! It’s 100% cool, everything about it is cool: the waters, the Statue of Liberty, the gigantic boat!…But, just a warning, if you’re anything like I was that day, you’ll feel pretty queezy on what was probably the wimpiest boat ride you’ve ever taken. (Wimpy as in, the boat is going a snail’s pace, so you’d think you wouldn’t feel sick, but you still manage to). And this is coming from a girl that has been PARASAILING before. I am a walking oxymoron.
I don’t know. Perhaps the boat was too large for my liking, or perhaps it was because I ate three big Burger King pancakes in the morning…ahem. With a side of hash browns. BUT, one thing I knew for sure was that I felt queezy. I did, in fact, get to see Lady Liberty, though, so that made up for it for about 4.2 seconds! But sooner than later, the overwhelming Patriotism was squelched by the overwhelming nauseousness. Funny how that works.
After the Staten Island Ferry, the three of us were very ready to sit somewhere to relax and eat. We all loaded onto the Subway, once again, in hopes of going to our next destination. Ellen’s Stardust Diner!
That’s not all, though. On the subway, we got to witness a very pleasant surprise. A group of five or six older fellows came from the front of the Subway and started singing oldies in a cool and collected harmony. I’m blown away at all the talent in New York City. I couldn’t get enough of it!
Something else that I have realized is that many of the native New Yorkers seemed to be numb to talent like this. They stare at their phones and pretend that these singers and musicians aren’t there. They missed out on their very own live performance.
Although, we all tend to make that mistake sometimes. We get so used to life and wrapped up in ourselves that we become indifferent to the beauty of every day. We neglect to look at even the little details of life as a blessing, and in effect, we forget to live in the moment. We forget to appreciate things as they are, and the people around us that make life beautiful.
All said and done, the singers left the subway, and the three of us came to where we’d be eating. Ellen’s Stardust Diner!
I had never been there till that very day, but now that I know what it’s like- the excitement, the spontaneity, the bustle, I will definitely be going back. That is one place that was very worth the wait.
What’s Ellen’s Stardust Diner? Well, it’s not like a regular ol’ restaurant you might be used to. Here, all their waiters and waitresses are aspiring Broadway actors, meaning they can sing, they can dance, they PERFORM as you’re eating! You literally get Broadway quality entertainment as you eat, which isn’t exactly what I’m used to in my usual form of establishments *ahem* McDonald’s.
So, to describe it a little better, there were two levels of tables and booths to sit at and enjoy the performances. Typically the performance was on the first floor, making it easier for everyone to see the star of the show!
My favorite part out of everything was that our very own waitress ended up performing in the end. And she was good! She circled by our table and took the mic away from her face for a split second to tell us, “Thanks for coming, guys!” Then there she went, continuing on in her awesomeness. You can be sure the coolness factor went up extensively after that..
Unfortunately, we were only able to eat there for about thirty or forty minutes before hitting the road for the Radio City Music Hall, where we would be seeing the one and only Rockettes perform a Christmas show! (Yes, this was quite a few months ago, I should remind you)…
In addition to all that, we still had to take special precautions on the routes we were taking, since on that day there were Trump protests scheduled. This trip was very soon after the elections, which sparked an uproar in parts of the United States.
We had to walk a ways to get to the Music Hall, which was not that far, though. You see, the interesting thing about New York is that if you ever actually lived there, you would probably be the most fit person ever, just because of the simple fact that you have to walk EVERYWHERE. Wouldn’t be hard to rack up those steps on your trusty ol’ FitBit.
The Rockettes ended up being phenomenal, as expected. They did more than I could ever do… especially because the most of the dancing I do is when I’m home alone with my music blasting. Ahem. I mean. What were we talking about again??
The most striking thing about it, though, was how very long the show was. I couldn’t imagine being in their shoes, doing show after show like that. It’d probably get old after a while. All the same, it was such a great and unique New York experience. I was amazed at all the glitz and glamour of many of these New York destinations.
Then there was the finale, and the room went to black…
Well, after careful inspection, thought, and the suggestion of a viewer, I feel as though it’d be a wise decision to break this already published post (which was admittedly as long as an unabridged Dictionary, sorry not sorry), into a few separate entries of the same series.
Not because of the tip given to me by someone, mind you, although that person did give me the good idea! Truthfully, I had my doubts about the length of the post to begin with, even addressing it at the end of the previously published post. But I know this arrangement will be much better for everyone involved. Me for simple organization- and for you, the kind and gracious reader- to make it more enjoyable reading!
Your trusty (and quite exasperated blogger) signing out,
Certainly don’t want to be prudish, either, now do we?
But make sure yourself wears makeup
Not too much
Not too little
Guys like you natural
But not that natural
But make sure yourself talks the perfect amount.
Not too little
Not too much
Too little you must be “shy”
Too much you must be a “loudmouth”
No, not that way.
Be yourself the way the way those runway models tell you
The way those sparkling individuals on the magazines scream at you to be.
And one last thing…
Make sure yourself is just like everyone else.
Alright, you little readers, you.
This is a stark contrast to the humorous and bantering commentary of important matters that naturally springs forth from my pen to this blog..hmm, well, actually what springs forth from my laptop to this blog! …But I need you to know something. Confronting society itself isn’t always going to be a “running through wildflowers while licking an oversized lollipop” kind of thing people wish it would be. FOR EXAMPLE…on this very entry, someone made sure to point out how “upbeat” and “positive” the poem was. (Then pointed out they were using sarcasm).
This poem was for that reason exactly. This individual was simply proving my point. There will be myriads of people that you come across in life that feel you should cater to their negative opinions. As my good ol’ mom always says, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
That being said, if we want to make any change for the better in this day and age, we need to be bold to expose society’s hypocrisy for what it is. Hypocrisy! We don’t want to tip-toe around these issues! This poem’s purpose was to open more peoples’ eyes to the lies they have been told about what true beauty really is, and to tell them, “Nope. You’ve been lied to. Beauty comes from the inside, and by the way… you don’t have to constantly obsess about what people think of you! Isn’t that awesome?! If you’re living happy, healthy, and kindly, then you’re better for it! Ignore the shallow.”
So, of course, this piece is going to be raw, and it’s going to be vulnerable. It’s sending a message.
I wanted to write something meaningful that depicted the confusion that youth and adults are faced with today, the ever-changing opinions and expectations of a world gone mad with ideals. A world we are faced with. Whether it be high school, the lunch room at work, or plain old anywhere…you shouldn’t have to change everything about yourself to feel worthy or accomplished.
This poem is supposed to show how all the seemingly “harmless” opinions add up to where no one feels they can win. This what society is instilling into us, and we need to do our best to reject those lies told to us in our everyday life.
We, indeed, should truly and authentically be ourselves. (And not the cookie-cutter image people are expecting us to live up to). This poem’s root and underlying purpose is to show one person at a time that the world around us is always going to have an opinion. About what we look like, what we sound like, what we act like, it’s always trying to categorize. It’s our job to go against the grain, and be who we really are, no strings attached. If that means being a cheerleader, a soccer player, a run of the mill average ol’ human being, do it with spunk and do it knowing your worth.
You’ll be better for it in the end if you shrug off the “you’re this” and “you’re that”.
You are precious the way you are, and unless its hurting yourself or others, be authentically you.
Wait a second. Is Hannah ACTUALLY being proactive and setting a schedule for her posts??
*Gasp* this has not happened in the history of EVER! How can this be??
Well, with the sarcasm out the way, the rumors that those pesky paparazzi spread (Gosh, they follow me EVERYWHERE) are true. I’ve chosen to force myself into finishing at least one post a week and publishing on Thursday. I love writing, and I love this sweet little Word Press community. It’s just been hard to finish things each week, but finish them I shall!
So, on every Thursday and any other day I randomly want to write an entry, you can be sure that it will be there for your little reader eyes to do their little reading thing.
Thanks for being such a dedicated little group of encouragers. You guys have been great.
Welp. I guess you’ve heard that the rumors are true. I’ve won a Nobel Peace Prize…
Oh, wait. Ahem. Excuse me. I’ve apparently misspoken. That won’t come for another two weeks, at least! What I really meant to say is that I’ve won the “Entertainer Blogger Award”. There we go. Can’t slur our words, now, can we?
So, yes, the Entertainer Blogger Award. There’s just something about this award that makes it my favorite out of all the others. And the fact that one of my favorite bloggers nominated me for this? Well, that just instantly made it EVEN MORE fantabulous. You like my new word there? I made it myself.
To start this award off I want to give a HUGE thank you to the lovely writer of “Dear Lily June”. I 100% recommend this blog to my readers and give it a big whopping Hannah Stamp of Approval. That wasn’t really a thing until now, but now that it IS a thing, you should be completely amazed that she got that honor. Just saying.
You can find her here at ( https://dearlilyjune.wordpress.com/ ) You will not be disappointed. It’s filled to the brim with raw and beautifully written letters to her daughter Lily June. She gives her wisdom and experience for anything that life will bring Lily June’s way.
Well, I guess it’s time to list the rules of the award!
Write a post including the award picture.
Nominate 12 other bloggers who are funny, inspiring, and most importantly ENTERTAINING.
Add these rules to the post.
Thank the person who nominated you and leave the link to their blog!
Also, answer the questions down below.
These are the questions I have been asked:
1.) Why did you start to blog in the first place?
In the wise words of my “About” page, I shall answer this question.
“…you might want to know, “Why did you create this blog, Hannah?”
and I’d have to say, “Oh, that’s EASY. I created this blog to solve world hunger and win the Nobel Peace Prize, all by next Tuesday!”
And if you don’t believe THAT little trinket of knowledge, I’ll give you a second answer: I created this blog as another outlet to express myself through my writing. While being an author is my ultimate goal for the future, I am perfectly content at the moment using this blog to expressing my thoughts and opinions. We’ll see what happens from there!
2.) What is your favorite book?
I like all kinds of books. Although, I’ve been super into political/detective thrillers lately. It’s an exciting genre to read (and WRITE) !
3.) What do you hate the most?
When people think they have to be perfect to be of any importance *cough* *cough* me when I was younger *cough*
So, yeah. Embrace those flaws, people.
4.) What is your favorite food item from the mall?
SOFT PRETZELS FROM AUNTIE ANNE’S.
I’m convinced they are the cure to 99.9% of life’s ailments.
Okay, okay, okay. They cure hunger. That is all.
5.) What is your favorite past time activity?
I’m a firm believer that even whenever you’re not doing anything, you can at least be doing something. What does this mean? If I’m ever watching some pointless video on the internet or a movie on Netflix I’m either crocheting or drawing, as well.
Another thing? Duhh. Writing! Writing is a passion of mine so you can always expect me to be writing something, in one way or another.
Now, here’s the REAL hard part. Nominating all you entertainers out there deserving of this award! I may not nominate all 12 that it says to nominate, but I definitely will nominate a few new blogs that I have come across that I’m really taking a liking to.
( https://ysobelluna.wordpress.com/ ) Her beautiful photography and writings concerning her travels inspire and ignite the wanderlust inside. I just recently found her blog no more than a month ago and I’m already sooo in love with it. So, Ysobel, you’ve gained another dedicated reader, my friend.
( https://dineandrhymeblog.com/ ) This is such a cute little blog! I just LOVE the idea behind it- it is truly unique and she executes this with such skill (and great poetry)!! So, if you like food and if you like poetry, go check this out. It’s worth it!
Those will be all my nominees for now..Hopefully, I didn’t forget anyone. I didn’t want to nominate people that I have nominated before for an award, so I need to go explore and find some more awesome blogs to follow that are worthy of awards!
Well, folks. I see you’re still here one year later listening to my rambling “entertainingness” as described in my “About” page. I applaud you for sticking around for all the fun. I feel like you guys deserve a reward or something… so I’ll just give you a compliment and say that if this blog was a plane, you’d be sitting in the VIP section. What can I say? You’re just that special.
Well, now that you are comfortably lounging in your metaphorical VIP seating, I will go a bit more in-depth with this post. A few weeks ago, I got a notification on WordPress saying, “Eyyy, bro! You’re blog is having its first b-day! Congrats. You da bomb.” I mean, more or less that’s what they said. WordPress and I are super tight.
Okay, truthfully, I wasn’t even really planning on doing anything for a one-year celebration, but last minute, (*ahem* five minutes ago) I decided to bring my blog back to its roots by displaying to my faithful readers the post that started it all. It’s kinda fun looking back on it, actually. So, why not? Let’s dive in.
A New School, Plus Chocolate Chip Cookies
“My dad founded a school for orphaned and vulnerable children.
Oh, I know what you guys are thinking, but sorry to burst anyone’s bubble… no super-human qualities in sight. Oh, I know. Very disappointing!
But, just hold up a second. We’ll get back to my dad’s lack of spidey senses in a minute. Right now I want to talk to you about something else…
Somehow, in this day and age, people think that being realistic is the absolute bomb. When really, it just blows up in their faces. See what I did there? Hahaha, so punny! I crack myself up.
Well, what these “realists” are preaching is that they’re the sensible ones. Let’s be real, though, do you think that if Abraham Lincoln, that grew up in a cramped little cabin in the middle of Tim Buck Three, had restricted himself to what was realistic, would he currently be a huge statue in Washington, D.C.? Or on that mountain called RUSHMORE? Don’t think so. Instead of being like, “Don’t dream, you get hurt.” He’s like, “Let’s rise up from this pit to be the best human being alive…plus, let’s throw honesty into the mix. Why not? Sounds good.”
But if you do take my advice to be like Lincoln, which you totally should, don’t get shot at a theater. Stay away from theaters. Just opt for Redbox. It’s cheaper, anyway.
Now, some people doubted the opening of this school. Some think, or even communicated, “Oh, that’s nice, but people don’t just open up schools.” In two years my dad’s aspirations of Providence Christian Academy became a reality. You’ve got to realize that with hard work the things that you thought you could never do, could only be a decision away.
So if your dream in life is that you want that last chocolate chip cookie in the cookie jar, and it’s gone when you go out to the kitchen…there may be some complications, but don’t immediately give up. You’ll get the cookie eventually. Don’t let anything get in the way of that cookie! If you’re out of chocolate chips, go to the store. If your siblings keep stealing the cookies, slap them. (JUST KIDDING! Don’t, I repeat, DON’T slap them). If you can’t bake whatsoever, make someone else bake them for you.
See, there’s always a way to your goals. You know, unless your goal is something physically impossible like, “when I grow up, I want to be a chicken!” Sorry to break it to you, but no amount of hard work will ever make you a chicken.
In essence, if you’re a person being restricted by the realists or the pessimists, don’t fall for their negativity. Being a realist is just a nice way of calling yourself a pessimist. Of course, you need to be REALISTIC about certain things, it’s called common sense. Because no amount of positivity will save you if you scream, “I can fly!” and jump off a cliff.
What I’m saying is the truth…you should never limit yourself, or box yourself in by society’s standards. For example, society says all teenagers are incompetent fools who don’t have enough sense in their bodies to do anything impressive. What they don’t realize is that before World War II there wasn’t any such term as “teenager”. You were either an adult, or you weren’t, which forced kids to grow and take on maturity.
“Teenagers” are the product of this society. Kids see how teens act and naturally think, “Oh, I can just do nothing whatsoever and goof off for six years.” Trust me, I remember being a little kid. All we thought about was growing up or what we’ll be like when we’re teenagers. When they see the big kids acting this way, it suddenly seems fine to follow. It’s just the cultural norm. Then the circle of immaturity continues, especially when some continue in their childish ways into adulthood.
Of course, going against the grain will be very tough. For everyone, not just teens. People may call you a little naive, or maybe a dreamer for not being satisfied with mediocrity. Come on, though, it’ll be so worth it in the end. Even if you don’t get that chocolate chip cookie, you’ve grown from the experience.
All in all, don’t worry. You definitely don’t have to go the journey alone. Do you think a school came to be without LOADS of amazing, wonderful, and encouraging people (plus God!) working toward this end goal? Nope! Our family has had tons of friends, family, and random donators that have helped this mission, and honestly, it wouldn’t be the same without those people. I’m looking at you, Barb Clark (the wonder librarian…and music teacher, and secretary some days), Mrs. Nancy Peckman (my former second grade teacher that is a legend in the classroom), Mrs. Hussack (my mentor and another magnificent teacher for kids who have special needs), Mrs. Fitzpatrick (our art teacher that made the RENAISSANCE interesting to us), and Mrs. Bookamer (our wonderful secretary that comes in few days a week to help us, she does a fantabulous job!) thank you to all you wonderful human beings.
Man, it was such a bad choice to start listing people. I can’t possibly list everyone! So, thank you, EVERYONE that has played a part. Grace Baptist Church, you’ve played a huge part, as well.
So the ultimate lesson here is to never let people step on your fire; instead, blaze your own trail. But, really, don’t give up on those chocolate chip cookies. They’re worth it.
…Dang it. Now I want cookies.
Your trusty unorganized blogger signing off! (Because I’ve written entirely too much, sorry not sorry.)
Yaaay! Guys! Thanks so much for reading and celebrating this exciting 1-year mark with me.
Stick around. We’ve got a lot more fun left to go!