What goes up, must come down.

My hands shook as they held on to the lap bar which was the only thing holding me in my roller coaster seat. As I kept my head positioned stiffly against my headrest, careful not to look from side to side so that I wouldn't realize how high up I was, all I saw before me was a blue sky painted with fluffy clouds, and the people's headrests in front of me. As the roller coaster's chain raised me higher and higher into the summer sky, I panicked, and thought to myself, 'what in the world are you thinking?' Since trying to escape the roller coaster at this point would result in immediate death, I figured that I might as well stay put and wait and see if I would actually survive. I began planning my funeral when my aunt sitting next to me screamed, "Here we goooo!", and away we went. I was conquering my fear. I was on the Raging Bull at Six Flags, and all emotion and feeling had abandoned me at the top of the roller coaster. I didn't scream, all I did was smile. Because that was the absolute best moment of my entire life. Every year that I had come to Six Flags previous to that summer, I had always turned down the Raging Bull. But last summer, I did it. After I sadly got off of it (I was sad because it was over) my Aunt, cousins, and I excitedly ran towards the back of the line so we could brave it again. I lost track of how many times we rode the ride that day, as well as how many times we rode all of the other big roller coasters that day. Raging Bull turned me into a roller coaster fanatic, and if I hadn't rode it that day, I would've have never experienced the best experiece of my life.

And you thought you were a picky eater?

I can be bizarre sometimes. If you're bored, I intend you kill time by reading this. If you're busy, and don't wanna know some awesome information about me (haha, it's not that great...) then I suggest you keep on reading somewhere else.
1.  I don't like food touching on my plate. (I know, I know, a lot of people don't...)
2.  I am an extremely picky eater. (Yes, again, I know, picky eaters are common..)
3.  Relating to 2., when I say extremely, I mean EXTREMELY. Some people just don't understand why I don't eat some stuff. And sometimes, neither do I. But I don't know, it's just me.
4.  My picky eating causes me to feel emabarased sometimes when I eat.
5.  Relating to 4.: let me just tell you that I eat ketchup basically with everything. Not everything, but a lot of stuff that you would find gross.
6.  Here is a list of things that I put ketchup on/eat ketchup with:

• hamburgers, hotdogs, chicken, french fries, (you know, the common stuff people put ketchup on...)
• potato chips
• tacos
• broccoli (don't knock it until you've tried it.)
• sloppy joes (If you know what those are?? If you do, high five.)
• buttered noodles
• steak (when I do eat it, which is typically almost never)
• that's all that I can think of right now...

7.  I hope I didn't make you throw up. Which is why I feel emabarrased when I eat those foods. Especially at restaurants when I have to ask for ketchup.
8.  You're probably thinking that if I'm so embarased by it, why don't I just stop? Truth is, I can't. I'm pretty sure ketchup runs through my bloodstream.
9.  I got hooked on eating weird foods with ketchup when I was young, because I was such a picky eater, and I tended to like ketchup, so my mom started putting ketchup on foods that I wouldn't eat. It worked, because now I will never be able to eat another piece of broccoli without ketchup on it. 
10.  I'm such a picky eater, that those foods I put ketchup on reasonably the only things I eat. Plus, also, pizza (only cheese..), candy, spaghetti, and breakfast items. Hence, I am an EXTREME picky eater.

That's how I roll. It's me, I can't change it.

Seniority. (from a freshman point of view...)

There is one thing that I have learned to hate as a freshman-- seniority. As a freshman, seniority is everywhere. It's like one of those VIP clubs that you hear about that has a secret password that the freshman will never know. Even if you know the upperclassmen or are friends with them, you'll still get the constant teasing of being a freshman. Not only is seniority an "important" thing when you're sitting in class or pacing through the halls, but even more so in sports and clubs. I'm on the dance team, so I experience first hand every day the effects of seniority. Us freshman on the team quickly learned to stick together and tough it through the torture and agony of practice everyday. And we have also learned from plain old fear that you can kiss the world goodbye if you dare consider talking back to any upperclassmen. So, we pathetically and silently take all the freshman torture they impose upon us. As I stay alert and focused, listening attentively to the upperclassmen, my insides fume and I do all I can to avoid scowling and clenching my fists. To stop my self from exploding, I calm myself down simply by telling myself two things: 1. All the upperclassmen surrounding you were once freshman too. They've gone through all of the same things you're enduring right now, and 2. one day, you will finally be an upperclassmen, and it will be your time to inflict the same pain upon the freshman. And that goes for every sopomore, junior, and senior in the school- everyone was once a freshman and therefore experienced the same things as you are now. I just can't wait to be one of the upperclassmen.

It's a big school after all.

You only get one shot at life. Which also means that you only get one chance to experience your freshman year in high school. All my life, I've been looking forward to being in high school, and now that I'm here, its definately not all that I imagined it would be. I thought that I would walk in the first day feeling like a new person, but unfourtunatley I had set my standards to high for high school. Through all the things I've been told and prepared for over the years, I can say that there are rumors and there are truths about high school. As a middle schooler, there was always the constant rumor that the upperclassmen would pelt us with pennies as we pathetically and nervously raced through the hallways on our first day. Luckily, that turned out to be false, (although I would've liked to be a rich girl...) and instead us freshman walked the hallways on the first day with empty pockets. One rumor that proved to be true is that the high school building is quite large. When I was given my schedule, I decided to take a day to come in a tour the place and see where I would need to navigate every day. Even with no students shoving through the hallways, I panicked at how huge the place was, and wondered how in the world I was supposed to make it from one corner of the school to the next within a 6 minute passing period. Being in mid-october now, I've grown to be flexible in the overcrowded hallways and I easily became used to traveling in the hallways- only with a little help from some trusty shortcuts. But, a high school is definatlely one big place to learn. Freshman year is one small step for future, and one giant leap from being a middle schooler.