Sunday, March 29, 2015

My Greatest Talent: Procrastination (PB)

Guess what?  It's Sunday, and I just realized that we have a blog due today.  Yay me.  I don't know why, but I am really good at putting things off until the due date.  I don't mean to, it just, sort of, happens.  You know?  Like when someone is a really good singer.  Either they are born with a nice voice that is able to mature over time and blossom into a beautiful voice, or they are really bad singers.  Being really good at procrastination is something you're born with, I think. 



Let me give you a couple examples of my A+ procrastination skills:

One time, I kept putting off AP US History notes.  Well, the night before they were due rolled around, and I had only 5 of the 45 pages done that were due.  So what did I do?  I put the notes off until I was done with the rest of my homework, of course.  I ended up staying up until almost midnight, and the next day at school was a total blur.  I definitely almost fell asleep during seventh period. (That always seems to be the class that makes me really sleepy) 



Blogs.  I know this is not a good habit, but my blogs are never written until Sunday, and usually Sunday night, at that.  (I'm sorry Mrs. Hallock!)  I am always forgetting that they are due.  I usually forget because, since we only write them every other week, I get my weeks mixed up.  It's really bad. 

So that leaves me here, where I am.  Sitting at my laptop, on my bed, and writing a blog.  On Sunday night.  The day it is due.  At nine o'clock at night.  I am the worst.  Ugh. 



What could I do to fix this "talent?"  Maybe I could try to remember when something is due earlier than I usually do.  Maybe, if my schedule was not so crazy (see last blog), my brain would not be going in one hundred different directions at the same time, and I would remember when stuff was due. 

But until then, I will probably continue to be the procrastinator that I am and try to become better at not procrastinating... tomorrow. 

Monday, March 16, 2015

Why Are Kids Always So Tired? (PB)

Recently, I have been tired ALL OF THE TIME.  I cannot seem to get caught up with my sleep.  I am busy practically every night, and when I return home after my various activities, I still have hours of homework left to do.  What has changed since we were little kids?  I seemed to never run out of energy when I was little.  Now I cannot seem to find enough energy to get myself through the day without feeling like I am going to fall asleep around seventh period.  Are kids too busy this day in age?  Would life be better if it was more simplistic?

My schedule for the week looks like this:
Monday: Key Club at 3:30
Eat dinner
Dance Class from 6:30-7:45
Home at 8
Do homework until 10
Shower
In bed by 11:30

Tuesday: Prom workshops until 6
Homework until probably 10
Shower
Sleep by 11

Wednesday: My day for relaxation

Thursday: This is the day that is considered my "free day," so my mom usually books appointments and other various things for this day

Friday: Maybe hang out with friends... maybe.  Only if all of my AP US History notes are done

I barely have any time to breathe.  I feel like I am constantly being pulled one hundred different directions.  Add the stress of trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, and that makes for a super stressed out, tired Mandi. 

Sometimes I worry that it is just me that feels this way.  But when I hear other teens complain about how demanding and exhausting their schedule is, I feel better knowing that I am not alone and when I reach rock bottom, there will most likely be someone else right there with me. 

Life for teens used to be much more simplistic.  There was not the constant pressure from teachers and parents about grades and college.  Kids could be kids.  They did not have to worry about how their one low grade was going to follow them for the rest of their lives.  Maybe if kids would just take some time to "chill" with their friends and drink a milkshake every once and a while, we would not be so stressed. 

The world that we currently live in is a demanding world.  It wants us to have everything done as quickly as possible and done perfectly.  Once and a while, we all just need a minute to breathe and relax and enjoy our childhood while we still have it.  Because before we know it, it will be gone, and we will have forgotten to enjoy it and only remember the stressful times, not the great times. 

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Just My Luck (PB)

This past Wednesday through Friday I was at Region Chorus in Oil City.  I had been given a month to learn a folder full of eight highly advanced choral pieces, which is not a simple task.  The Monday after I had returned home from District Chorus, I went to work learning my new folder of music.  I knew I had to perfect the music in one month and had no time to waste.  At first, I struggled with the music.  It was very difficult music to try and figure out and learn.  That made me very nervous.  The first couple weeks of trying to learn the music were tough.  But after asking Ms. McMonigal for help with my part, I was starting to get the hang of it.  Everyday the music was improving.  When there was about two weeks left until the festival began, I was able to focus on dynamics and where to breath in the songs.  I was starting to fine tune the pieces of music. 

When the time finally came to leave for Regions last Wednesday, I was nervous.  I had been able to move on to State Chorus last year, so I had expectations for myself.  Once we arrived at the high school, all of the soprano ones were taken into a room together and told what their audition selections are.  Two pieces were selected and I was, not overly confident, but confident none the less with the sections.  I was seven out of twenty girls to audition.  At Districts I was last out of twenty-five girls, so seventh was a nice change.  I was nervous enough, and having to wait too long would have made it worse.  After my audition, I felt pretty good with it.  It was over at that point, so even if I thought I had messed up majorly, I could not do anything about it anyways.  The rest of the night was spent practicing and sleeping. 

The next morning, we practiced for a couple of hours before the chairs were announced.  I had though about what would happen if I did not make it to State Chorus a lot and had decided that whatever happened, happened.  It was not in my control.  Once they started announcing chairs, I was nervous.  Once they started announcing soprano one chairs, I was extremely nervous.  They announce the top ten chairs, but only the top four move on to states.  Last year I got fourth chair.  So, for the beginning of the chair placement announcements, you are praying that they do not say your name, but once they announce the fifth chair, you are praying that they do say your name.  But of course, my luck had run out.  "Fifth Chair, from Bradford, Mandi Droney."  Ugh.  What did I do wrong?  I was so disappointed.  I was so close.  But what was done was done and I could not do anything about it. 

By the end of the day, I was fine.  I had not even cried a tear, which was surprising.  The next day, Ms. McMonigal received our scores.  I had tied with the girl that had received fourth chair and they had to do a triple tie-breaker within the individual categories to decide who got fourth chair and who got fifth.  All I could think was, "What if they had looked at the categories in a different order to decide who moved on to states?  Why, of course, did the scores have to be so close?  I would have rather been hundreds of points apart, not tied." 

I will always be very disappointed with my placement at Regions, but I have a lot to be thankful for even though I am not going to State Chorus.  1. I have another year of chorus festivals to participate in next year.  I have another chance.  2. I am going to All East Chorus in April, which is an opportunity that a lot of the people that made it to State Chorus this year do not even have.  So even though I did not make it to States this year, I am okay because I have another year of opportunities and another year to work hard for something I want.