Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
When I Was Cool..
Everybody was cool... at least once.
Lately I've been thinking about how much life has changed. I know I am not one with much experience on this thing we call life. But with my few years, I've noticed.. I'm not "cool" anymore. This whole thing starts when you first begin to find yourself. Elementary school. Yes, this is the place where you begin. Nobody knows you or what you are capable of. So we take advantage. Here we learned that you were 'cool' if you got perfect attendance, an A on that vocabulary test (of approx. 10 words) and if you got asked to play with on the playground.
Slowly middle school approaches, and again, you are new. A new school, new kids, and overall, a new outlook. You may be influenced to go different ways, be not who you were trained to be. This could be good or bad. It all depends if you are 'cool' or not. And by high school, the complete outlook has changed. You are only cool if you smoke "secretly" or decide to steal a drink from your parents. If you don't show up to class or decide to fail a class. This is the equation for 'cool'.
Call me old fashion. Call me lame. But I feel like everyone should go back to the elementary days of 'cool' and shape yourselves to become a better you. I'm proud to say that although I am in college, I go by the same 'cool' standards as elementary school. Be the best you can be. Be Cool.
Lately I've been thinking about how much life has changed. I know I am not one with much experience on this thing we call life. But with my few years, I've noticed.. I'm not "cool" anymore. This whole thing starts when you first begin to find yourself. Elementary school. Yes, this is the place where you begin. Nobody knows you or what you are capable of. So we take advantage. Here we learned that you were 'cool' if you got perfect attendance, an A on that vocabulary test (of approx. 10 words) and if you got asked to play with on the playground.
Slowly middle school approaches, and again, you are new. A new school, new kids, and overall, a new outlook. You may be influenced to go different ways, be not who you were trained to be. This could be good or bad. It all depends if you are 'cool' or not. And by high school, the complete outlook has changed. You are only cool if you smoke "secretly" or decide to steal a drink from your parents. If you don't show up to class or decide to fail a class. This is the equation for 'cool'.
Call me old fashion. Call me lame. But I feel like everyone should go back to the elementary days of 'cool' and shape yourselves to become a better you. I'm proud to say that although I am in college, I go by the same 'cool' standards as elementary school. Be the best you can be. Be Cool.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Things We Take for Granted
Grateful at a time like this? I think that's all I can be.
Recently as everyone might have noticed, a major earthquake and tsunami have hit Japan. At this moment in life, I just want to wish everyone over there safety, care, and my condolences. I don't think people here, in America, realize how good we have it.
If you listen to the news, there are random events occurring that we just so happen to put in the back of our mind. If you stop to think, you are a lucky person. I realize this more often now, and I thank my Lucky Stars above for the life I have.
Today, we complain how gas costs almost $4 a gallon. But if you stop to think, there are people out there without running water. Where we complain how our mother/father/daughter/son is not doing chores, being lazy, or bugging you, think about how now in Japan, some people cannot find their loved ones. While you complain about a car payment, or a house payment, look at those who just lost their house and car, taken away by something unexpected. While we worry about traffic in the morning, look at those who are trying to dodge bullets everyday because a war has broken out in their homeland.
Look back on anything that has shaken your life (pun intended) and try to compare it to someone else's life. How bad do you have it? Open up, live life, and don't take it for granite. Love, smile, laugh, cry, live. Because in reality, we honestly just don't know how good it really is.
Be careful, and to Japan; I wish you the best of luck <3
Recently as everyone might have noticed, a major earthquake and tsunami have hit Japan. At this moment in life, I just want to wish everyone over there safety, care, and my condolences. I don't think people here, in America, realize how good we have it.
If you listen to the news, there are random events occurring that we just so happen to put in the back of our mind. If you stop to think, you are a lucky person. I realize this more often now, and I thank my Lucky Stars above for the life I have.
Today, we complain how gas costs almost $4 a gallon. But if you stop to think, there are people out there without running water. Where we complain how our mother/father/daughter/son is not doing chores, being lazy, or bugging you, think about how now in Japan, some people cannot find their loved ones. While you complain about a car payment, or a house payment, look at those who just lost their house and car, taken away by something unexpected. While we worry about traffic in the morning, look at those who are trying to dodge bullets everyday because a war has broken out in their homeland.
Look back on anything that has shaken your life (pun intended) and try to compare it to someone else's life. How bad do you have it? Open up, live life, and don't take it for granite. Love, smile, laugh, cry, live. Because in reality, we honestly just don't know how good it really is.
Be careful, and to Japan; I wish you the best of luck <3
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The Small Things in Life..
Proud is a word in my vocabulary right now.
As should it be in everybody's vocabulary. But the reason for it being in my vocabulary is for something different; something that not many might think of. The word appears more for the choices and decisions of my peers; the responsibilities they take on. Yes, I watch out for them, but it's only because I care.
Recently I went to a party. Yes, college student = party. However, what you may not know is that it wasn't a drinking party. This was a specific party designed to keep college students from drinking. That makes me proud. Students are occasionally put into stereotypes where all we do is go to class in our pajamas and have a couple of drinks, but it's not like that for some of us. I am happy to be in this classification.
My proudness extends to my former years in high school. I would have to say that I am very proud of the efforts made by our school to keep kids from drinking. I can't vouch for other schools, but after graduation we had the best set up. To keep kids from partying and getting themselves into trouble right after graduation, the school set up a program where we all went to a certain place and we had free food, games, swimming, movies, magicians, blow up obstacles, and so much more. They couldn't let you leave until 4 o'clock in the morning. To me, this is the best idea made.
So sometime what someone might think could be completely different. I am proud. Yes, as young adults some of us make right choices which in the end defines us as a person. It's choices that help us later in life. I'm proud of my choices. I hope you can put the word 'proud' in your vocabulary.
*Don't Drink and Drive* - Only because I care =)
As should it be in everybody's vocabulary. But the reason for it being in my vocabulary is for something different; something that not many might think of. The word appears more for the choices and decisions of my peers; the responsibilities they take on. Yes, I watch out for them, but it's only because I care.
Recently I went to a party. Yes, college student = party. However, what you may not know is that it wasn't a drinking party. This was a specific party designed to keep college students from drinking. That makes me proud. Students are occasionally put into stereotypes where all we do is go to class in our pajamas and have a couple of drinks, but it's not like that for some of us. I am happy to be in this classification.
My proudness extends to my former years in high school. I would have to say that I am very proud of the efforts made by our school to keep kids from drinking. I can't vouch for other schools, but after graduation we had the best set up. To keep kids from partying and getting themselves into trouble right after graduation, the school set up a program where we all went to a certain place and we had free food, games, swimming, movies, magicians, blow up obstacles, and so much more. They couldn't let you leave until 4 o'clock in the morning. To me, this is the best idea made.
So sometime what someone might think could be completely different. I am proud. Yes, as young adults some of us make right choices which in the end defines us as a person. It's choices that help us later in life. I'm proud of my choices. I hope you can put the word 'proud' in your vocabulary.
*Don't Drink and Drive* - Only because I care =)
Monday, February 28, 2011
What A Weekend
My life is.. strange, but in the most beautiful of ways.
Today was just another normal Monday; something we can all relate to. For me, it consists of class, wishing I got more sleep, wondering where the weekend went, and the normal mass confusion of feeling like you are forgetting something.
This weekend is a different story. The main reason for being so far from home is the fact that I have wanted to study architecture for practically my whole life. During the weekend, we (as architecture students) had to take a mandatory field trip to Pittsburgh. Museums were on the agenda as well as 'the strip' and IKEA (yes, only in college can we take a legit field trip to IKEA).
The trip starts off good, like the beginning to every story. Well, it was ok, I suppose. The bus left at 7:45, meaning Tori has to wake up at 7:00 to be on time. Being on the bus for three hours straight leaves for a very tired Tori. And our first stop is a museum called The Mattress Factory. This was the most freakiest yet a pretty awesome museum I must say. There was of course the nudity and the freakish paintings. The scary room filled with more nudity. But what stunned me just so happened to be two specific rooms on the third floor. Complete chaos is how Tori would describe it; vibrant colors and black lights; the little booties for your shoes. Mirrors lined the walls and ceiling, and a small door led to a decently lit room with white walls and orange spots, some more naked women, and more mirrors.
Once we left this museum, we headed to 'the strip'. And that's exactly what it was; just a strip of sidewalk in between the road and various vendors. Now, I can be quite obnoxious when set out into the wild with my friends. And of course this time was no exception. We went up and down the sidewalk, yelling, screaming, being... who we really are. 'Marco' 'Polo' was our favorite game, and random people joined in. I got a rose from a random street vendor, free of charge. I was on my game; until someone pointed out that my purse was leaking..
Yes, my purse was filled with red energy drink that I was hoping to wake me up on our bus ride back. I get on the bus and decide to clean out my purse in the restroom on the bus. Long story short, I believe I lost my friends keys in the.. ..yeah.. ..exactly. All responsibility on Tori. After this incident, things weren't the same. I just felt awful about it all (and honestly I still do).
On we go to the next museum; with the bus driver being a ... well, not a very helpful person. Tori was willing to grab gloves at this point (and I actually did, by the way). We hit up IKEA where we pretended that every kitchen, every living space, everything in the store was our own. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and we would play house; except this time we were college students with an audience.
The bus ride back was filled with drained architecture students resorting to "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" and "Concentration". Overall, the problem was fixed, and semi-ok. After that, I am very lucky to have a forgiving friend and ... well the fun/chaotic times we have. =)
Today was just another normal Monday; something we can all relate to. For me, it consists of class, wishing I got more sleep, wondering where the weekend went, and the normal mass confusion of feeling like you are forgetting something.
This weekend is a different story. The main reason for being so far from home is the fact that I have wanted to study architecture for practically my whole life. During the weekend, we (as architecture students) had to take a mandatory field trip to Pittsburgh. Museums were on the agenda as well as 'the strip' and IKEA (yes, only in college can we take a legit field trip to IKEA).
The trip starts off good, like the beginning to every story. Well, it was ok, I suppose. The bus left at 7:45, meaning Tori has to wake up at 7:00 to be on time. Being on the bus for three hours straight leaves for a very tired Tori. And our first stop is a museum called The Mattress Factory. This was the most freakiest yet a pretty awesome museum I must say. There was of course the nudity and the freakish paintings. The scary room filled with more nudity. But what stunned me just so happened to be two specific rooms on the third floor. Complete chaos is how Tori would describe it; vibrant colors and black lights; the little booties for your shoes. Mirrors lined the walls and ceiling, and a small door led to a decently lit room with white walls and orange spots, some more naked women, and more mirrors.
Once we left this museum, we headed to 'the strip'. And that's exactly what it was; just a strip of sidewalk in between the road and various vendors. Now, I can be quite obnoxious when set out into the wild with my friends. And of course this time was no exception. We went up and down the sidewalk, yelling, screaming, being... who we really are. 'Marco' 'Polo' was our favorite game, and random people joined in. I got a rose from a random street vendor, free of charge. I was on my game; until someone pointed out that my purse was leaking..
Yes, my purse was filled with red energy drink that I was hoping to wake me up on our bus ride back. I get on the bus and decide to clean out my purse in the restroom on the bus. Long story short, I believe I lost my friends keys in the.. ..yeah.. ..exactly. All responsibility on Tori. After this incident, things weren't the same. I just felt awful about it all (and honestly I still do).
On we go to the next museum; with the bus driver being a ... well, not a very helpful person. Tori was willing to grab gloves at this point (and I actually did, by the way). We hit up IKEA where we pretended that every kitchen, every living space, everything in the store was our own. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and we would play house; except this time we were college students with an audience.
The bus ride back was filled with drained architecture students resorting to "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" and "Concentration". Overall, the problem was fixed, and semi-ok. After that, I am very lucky to have a forgiving friend and ... well the fun/chaotic times we have. =)
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Just Getting Started
Ok, so this would have to be my first day of a "blog". I am not quite sure of what I am entitled to in this thing, but I am willing to spread my wings and make it work.
I'm just an average teenager. My first year in college about eight hours away from home. I'm here with my best friend in the entire world and I don't know what I would do without her. Of course when you are so far away from home, you lose friends, but you also make new ones. Friends are great; splendid even. But I have to say, I would not be here today if it wasn't for my family.
I learn new things, I experiment, and most of the time I act like a complete goof-ball. However, it is all for the experience. So for now, I am leaving here today with the feeling that I will be back. To explain my story. To show the world what I am capable of doing in this thing we call life. So for now it's a toodles out..
I'm just an average teenager. My first year in college about eight hours away from home. I'm here with my best friend in the entire world and I don't know what I would do without her. Of course when you are so far away from home, you lose friends, but you also make new ones. Friends are great; splendid even. But I have to say, I would not be here today if it wasn't for my family.
I learn new things, I experiment, and most of the time I act like a complete goof-ball. However, it is all for the experience. So for now, I am leaving here today with the feeling that I will be back. To explain my story. To show the world what I am capable of doing in this thing we call life. So for now it's a toodles out..
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