What happens sweet becomes sour? Do you sit around and hope that it becomes what it was before? Or do you become one with it and fight it back?
It is 5:41 in the morning. I have been woken up three times by a somewhat drunken roommate. She came into the room at 2:35 A.M. and instead of coming in quite and lite she was the complete opposite. She brought in a guy, who has a very booming voice, and food. So, she turns on the lights and has a full on conversation with whoever is trying to get into her pants. Then she announces that she another guy wants her to come up stairs. She leaves and I go to sleep. 3:15 she comes in the room to get her cancer sticks and leaves slamming the door. Again I am plagued to find sleep again. At 3:30 ish her and sonic boom friend come in and she starts undoing his pants and he begs her for something. (I think he was asking for her to wear something "sexy" because she kept refusing and he kept asking.) Any who, he keeps telling her he wont go to bed until she gets it. At this point I am so a wake I could run a marathon. At this point I did what any other person would do, I confronted her. I turned on the light and said "Syd, this isnt cool. I have been woken up three times and I have to work tomorrow. When are you going to bed?" What does she say? "Do you want me to turn the light off?" At that point I was done. I had aggravated the guy because he made some lie to tell my roommate and left. (It was funny to see how Frat guys really do fit the stereotype. Earlier when they were in the room he told her he was sorry for talking to another girl, but then he proceeded to say he didnt want a relationship. So why was he here in the dark with his pants off? My goodness people are dumb.) After leaving my roommate got into her bed and "fell asleep". I say this because its 5:55 A.M. and there is no heavy breathing or snoring. I havent been able to sleep and so I am keeping her up. I have washed my face, went to the bathroom three times (slamming the door), I am doing laundry, and I have the TV on. I figure it is because of her that I am awake and she should be too.
I guess I am so mad because I feel walked on like a door mat. I have never been disrespectful to her or her unannounced guests, at any time. If I have she would have said something. Even before she left tonight I curled her hair for her. I always ask if I am disrupting her when I have the TV or the radio. I even let her print off my printer and I havent even charged her. You know how much it costs to print 50 pages with a ink jet printer. Lets put it this way, I spend $21 and some tax for every ink cartage I buy and I have bought three since January. Yeah I am pretty pissed off.
Tomorrow is a new day. Well, I mean today. I am changing the set up of my room. I change it so everything I have is in my own little cubicle. My TV, that she likes to watch my seasons of Sex and the City, will be setup so only I can see it. My vacuum that she uses will be only on my side of the room. Also, the printer will be off limits as I set it up to were she has to get through my crap to use it. Thus, I will be able to tell whether or not she used it.
Yeah, this might seem extreme, but its been coming. If she can tell her booming friend that I Always have food and make fun of me for speaking my mind at 3:30ish the morning then I can move my stuff where I like. Frankly, after her begging me to live with her next year I now understand she wants me like she wants her mommy. So, now my laundry is done and I need to switch it to the dryer. Night! (Slamming of door)
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Growing Up
I have gone through a lot of things growing up, not saying that my life has always been a rough battle. I am saying it has been more difficult then other I have talked, to that are my age. Because these obstacles in my life I have always felt responsible for myself and that relying on others was in no way an option. Even in elementary school I saw the need to work extra hard on projects. I would spend hours late at night drawing detailed illustrations for a simple task of "Things that start with H". I would skip school days because papers were not written correctly or presentations were not up to my liking. At that age I understood that what I did and how I did it was to show others that I was responsible enough to carry my weight and more, for that matter. Other children up until college would still have their parents help them or copy off of other children. Not me, I got offend by this, why could children not do something for themselves? We could they not take the responsibility of the homework they were given and just finish it? I was not going to let someone copy off of me because I knew my homework was too good and that the teacher would be able to tell I let someone copy. Yes, this might sound very arrogant, but this is how I thought.
As I arrived at high school I under this same condition. Which landed me the title "Teachers Pet" in the year book. At this same time a lot of my peers would criticize my work ethic. They would ask me why I spent hours writing a paper or why projects take me weeks. I would tell them because it is my responsibility as a student to try my hardest. They would laugh and tell me its just high school and know one cares about how you do in high school. Honestly, at some points I did give into this pressure, especially my senior year. Although is never left me, this responsibility to do the best I could on my own. Now, in this present day, although I was constantly made fun of, I would go through it again.
If I was not always as persistent to up holding this responsibility I would not be here, in college, had jobs, working in a fashion week, applying to art school, etc. I would never give my best or even strive to give my best everyday.
To frequently do I see old classmates on Facebook with their statuses saying how they need a job or how school sucks or how family life sucks. I must say yes this occasionally occurs to me as well, but I am talking about the people who have a crisis every five minutes. They are not trying anything, they are not hold themselves to any responsibilities. Yeah school may suck, but if your not giving it your all how do you expect it to get better? You applied to twenty different jobs and you haven't heard back from any of them. Okay well what have you done for them? Have you given them your best, this including a resume, a cover letter, or even a call to them? What does your resume look like? Is it the best you can give them? Does it show them you are responsible? So, now you are having family issues and you want to run off. Did you talk to them? Have you sought out help? Have you done anything for yourself to help the situation? In the end, are you being responsible for the best you can do?
So now when I look back at the classmates, children, I laugh. I laugh because they are the ones who said not to take high school seriously when a person should take every moment of life seriously and make themselves responsible. I do not want to impregnate the idea of fun only work. I am saying people need to be responsible.
It pays off quite well, I promise. Through my responsibility I have opened new doors to all sorts of possibilities. First off, I got into a great college and got instate tuition. Grades to matter in high school no matter how easy or hard it might be. Second, I was able to join a sorority. Some sororities only will think about a girl if they have a high enough grade point average. Through the events of transferring to another school, I have dropped my sorority. Third, I took Chinese in high school and now I do not have to take language in college. Also, people have a higher standard of me because I took it upon myself to further my education. Fourth, I will always have a job at the museum at home. I always held my self responsible to work my hardest at my job at the museum and now the main supervisor loves me. Fifth, I now work in the field I have always wanted to work in, fashion. I was given this opportunity through my sorority, but if it was not for my grades and holding my self responsible I would have never gotten in the sorority and never found out about this job. The events that have unfolded in front of me seem endless.
I just do live in the idea that people "get rich fast" or the idea of a "lottery". One way or another a person has worked there way up to a point. It is that person's responsibility to move up or stay there. There are stories of rock stars getting "discovered", but really they mean, someone is finally paying them to do what they have been striving for their entire life. Up to that point they haven't been sitting in a basement on Facebook complaining they have been practicing and practicing and killing themselves to get the final solo just right. People are lead astray when they hear "instant star".
In my last words before I leave to English class, I say this: it is only personal responsibility that defines your life.
As I arrived at high school I under this same condition. Which landed me the title "Teachers Pet" in the year book. At this same time a lot of my peers would criticize my work ethic. They would ask me why I spent hours writing a paper or why projects take me weeks. I would tell them because it is my responsibility as a student to try my hardest. They would laugh and tell me its just high school and know one cares about how you do in high school. Honestly, at some points I did give into this pressure, especially my senior year. Although is never left me, this responsibility to do the best I could on my own. Now, in this present day, although I was constantly made fun of, I would go through it again.
If I was not always as persistent to up holding this responsibility I would not be here, in college, had jobs, working in a fashion week, applying to art school, etc. I would never give my best or even strive to give my best everyday.
To frequently do I see old classmates on Facebook with their statuses saying how they need a job or how school sucks or how family life sucks. I must say yes this occasionally occurs to me as well, but I am talking about the people who have a crisis every five minutes. They are not trying anything, they are not hold themselves to any responsibilities. Yeah school may suck, but if your not giving it your all how do you expect it to get better? You applied to twenty different jobs and you haven't heard back from any of them. Okay well what have you done for them? Have you given them your best, this including a resume, a cover letter, or even a call to them? What does your resume look like? Is it the best you can give them? Does it show them you are responsible? So, now you are having family issues and you want to run off. Did you talk to them? Have you sought out help? Have you done anything for yourself to help the situation? In the end, are you being responsible for the best you can do?
So now when I look back at the classmates, children, I laugh. I laugh because they are the ones who said not to take high school seriously when a person should take every moment of life seriously and make themselves responsible. I do not want to impregnate the idea of fun only work. I am saying people need to be responsible.
It pays off quite well, I promise. Through my responsibility I have opened new doors to all sorts of possibilities. First off, I got into a great college and got instate tuition. Grades to matter in high school no matter how easy or hard it might be. Second, I was able to join a sorority. Some sororities only will think about a girl if they have a high enough grade point average. Through the events of transferring to another school, I have dropped my sorority. Third, I took Chinese in high school and now I do not have to take language in college. Also, people have a higher standard of me because I took it upon myself to further my education. Fourth, I will always have a job at the museum at home. I always held my self responsible to work my hardest at my job at the museum and now the main supervisor loves me. Fifth, I now work in the field I have always wanted to work in, fashion. I was given this opportunity through my sorority, but if it was not for my grades and holding my self responsible I would have never gotten in the sorority and never found out about this job. The events that have unfolded in front of me seem endless.
I just do live in the idea that people "get rich fast" or the idea of a "lottery". One way or another a person has worked there way up to a point. It is that person's responsibility to move up or stay there. There are stories of rock stars getting "discovered", but really they mean, someone is finally paying them to do what they have been striving for their entire life. Up to that point they haven't been sitting in a basement on Facebook complaining they have been practicing and practicing and killing themselves to get the final solo just right. People are lead astray when they hear "instant star".
In my last words before I leave to English class, I say this: it is only personal responsibility that defines your life.
Friday, January 21, 2011
New to the World . . . As Far As the Internet Goes
How to break the ice . . . I guess I will start by saying my name. My name is Alexandria Hernandez Mann. There, now that wasn't so hard . . . now what to say . . . my day so far . . . no, no one wants to hear of my day . . . fine then, my upcoming night . . . sounds good.
So here at the University tonight marks the end of Fraternity Rush Week. For those of you who do not know what happens at the end of the week, thank goodness for me, I will tell you; parties. Oh yes, is it making sense now? Okay, well, I have the opportunity to attend one of these golden nights. Now, for those of you who do not know me, and reassurance for those who do, I am not a big drinker. I wasn't in high school--that is why I wasn't popular in high school--and I am not a big drinker now. What sets this night apart from any other Fraternity party is because it is a dance as well. Yes, see now this is where I really get excited. I love to dance it runs in my family, but I haven't had the chance to dance here at the University. Okay, so I do take a ballroom class but come on. It is like dancing with trees, they don't move and you can't cut them down because it ends up hurting someone's feelings. So, the point is I am overly excited for tonight. I even did the old fashion way to curl your hair without a curling iron, by using bobby-pins, water, and gel. I also took advantage of the fact I haven't went shopping in a while and asked my Mom for a little money . . . SHWWWIIINNGGG . . . that is all I have to say about that. What did I do then, well, I went to the best little vintage shop in the world! I am taking awesome clothes and other pieces for a great prices. In Chicago everything is super over priced the selection is for people who are a size XXS. Yeah I think they call those people infants and starving people. I ended up getting two amazing 80's era dresses for 37 dollars and blah blah blah cents. Are they magnificent? Lets see, would I get them if they weren't . . . umm duhh. Since they are from the 80's one did have a bow, a rather large bow actually, but I did see no reason to throw it away. So, I cut if off, and yes it was on the front of the dress, directly in the middle, and sewed it to a thin headband I have had forever. Now I have this amazing dress and very snazzy headband with a workable bow. Talk about being worth two in the bush. So now I am waiting for the clock to strike seven and off I will be. Until then I welcome you with open arms!
So here at the University tonight marks the end of Fraternity Rush Week. For those of you who do not know what happens at the end of the week, thank goodness for me, I will tell you; parties. Oh yes, is it making sense now? Okay, well, I have the opportunity to attend one of these golden nights. Now, for those of you who do not know me, and reassurance for those who do, I am not a big drinker. I wasn't in high school--that is why I wasn't popular in high school--and I am not a big drinker now. What sets this night apart from any other Fraternity party is because it is a dance as well. Yes, see now this is where I really get excited. I love to dance it runs in my family, but I haven't had the chance to dance here at the University. Okay, so I do take a ballroom class but come on. It is like dancing with trees, they don't move and you can't cut them down because it ends up hurting someone's feelings. So, the point is I am overly excited for tonight. I even did the old fashion way to curl your hair without a curling iron, by using bobby-pins, water, and gel. I also took advantage of the fact I haven't went shopping in a while and asked my Mom for a little money . . . SHWWWIIINNGGG . . . that is all I have to say about that. What did I do then, well, I went to the best little vintage shop in the world! I am taking awesome clothes and other pieces for a great prices. In Chicago everything is super over priced the selection is for people who are a size XXS. Yeah I think they call those people infants and starving people. I ended up getting two amazing 80's era dresses for 37 dollars and blah blah blah cents. Are they magnificent? Lets see, would I get them if they weren't . . . umm duhh. Since they are from the 80's one did have a bow, a rather large bow actually, but I did see no reason to throw it away. So, I cut if off, and yes it was on the front of the dress, directly in the middle, and sewed it to a thin headband I have had forever. Now I have this amazing dress and very snazzy headband with a workable bow. Talk about being worth two in the bush. So now I am waiting for the clock to strike seven and off I will be. Until then I welcome you with open arms!
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