Not too long ago I stated how I could never go back to long hair in a vlog, but here I am saying I’m growing it out.
Let me begin by saying I’m already so over letting my hair grow. Short is definitely the way to go if you hate maintaining your locks. I’m just at a point where I’ve had a pixie-ish style for half a year and want to shake things up. My plan is to grow my hair into a chin-length bob through the fall (and maybe winter) then chop it all off again.
I thought this might be helpful to someone who stumbles upon my blog if they’re like me and looking for stories of hope from other women trying to grow out their hair.
And here’s the update: Two months since last full cut. Already approaching mullet territory. Ready to give up but remaining positive. Bobby pins on hand.
I’ve lived with my mother my whole life and my step-father since I was in third grade. My biological father has only been involved in my life for about a year when I was five and hasn’t made any contact with me in the almost fifteen years since. I am no stranger to divorce, and I know what it’s like to live with a single parent as well as a blended family.
Let me begin by saying divorce does not give children a reason to hate either of their parents. I am a child of divorce (and though one friend told me my experience does not count because I was young when my parents split up, I feel being abandoned by a biological parent gives me warrant to have this opinion.) I have a complete memory of the split, but it has not negatively affected my view of my mother or made me angry at her.
The thing about divorce is people don’t do it for petty reasons or because of anything their children do. People divorce because they are incapable of being together, no longer love each other as they feel they ought to, or because they are in unhealthy situations. Divorce is a means for people to separately continue their lives in a way that promotes their happiness. I know my mother is happier apart from my biological father, so I have no reason to hate her or him for being separated. I find it incredibly selfish of my friends who resent their parents for divorcing because, just as parents want their children to be happy, children should want their parents to be happy as well. Adults have a right to joy as much as children as long as those children are safe, cared for, and loved.
Lives are not destroyed by divorce. I think many children believe a split will change their world, but that’s usually not the case. Yes, some parents have custody battles and smack-talk each other (and to those people, why is it necessary?), but most people will continue as normal. Children may have two houses to carry their belongings between and may have four Christmas parties to attend, but it’s not the end of the world. Divorce taught me the importance of independence; I know how to stand on my own when I need to.
In no way am I so naïve to believe all splits are clean and easy and no one gets hurt. I’m only saying children of divorce should try to evaluate what they are resentful about. Are they forgetting their parents happiness and well-being? Are they upset their family picture looks more like a Venn diagram of his, hers, mine, theirs, and ours?
Avery County High School will be performing Grease for their spring 2016 musical.
Answering questions people have for girls with short hair.
I was told a lot of things before I came to college, but I didn’t realize how true many of them actually were before I got here.
- “You stay sick all the time.” I heard about this in a YouTube video, and remember thinking how it couldn’t be true because I hardly ever got sick at home. So far, I’ve had walking pneumonia twice and a horrible stomach virus. Colleges are just a breeding ground for germs.
- “It’s not like the movies. It won’t always be fun.” I actually had a conversation about this with my roommate the other day. We came to the consensus that unless you’re just in school to party, college is mostly not that fun with occasional fun moments.
- “Seasonal depression is real.” Winter hit me hard this year, and it felt like school would never end. Now that the weather has started perking up and everything is turning green, I feel so much more hopeful about school.
- “Freshman 15 will get you.” I haven’t gotten the freshman 15, but I have realized how careful you have to be when you decide your own meals all the time. Also, snacking is dangerous.
- “You have a lot of free time, but it won’t really be free.” The average student carries about 15 credit hours which doesn’t sound like that much. Once you factor in studying, reading, writing papers, and working on projects, you’re looking at at least double the amount of hours you have on paper.
On Good Friday, our yorkie of 12 years, Zelda, passed away from congestive heart failure. Zelda was more of a fur baby than a dog in our house. We loved her more than we do most people if I’m being honest. I’m almost certain my mom loved her as much as (if not more than) me. I don’t remember much about life before she came into our lives, so the loss of that precious baby was heartbreaking. I just kept praying to God for strength and comfort.
We knew it would be incredibly lonely in our house without little pattering feet running around, so adopting another dog was inevitable. We just didn’t realize how soon that would be.
While looking at puppies online, we found a possible choice not too far away. A phone call later (which was only intended to see if there were any puppies left and when we could see about adopting one), and we were on our way to pick up a little female chiweenie (chihuahua and dachshund).
Sweet story so far, right? A death and resurrection (if you can use symbolism for adopting a puppy) all during Easter weekend. Let me get to the even better part now.
When my mom talked to the owner on the phone, he told her that God had told him to hold on to the last puppy because someone really needed her. As soon as my mom said our yorkie of 12 years had passed away, the man said he knew she was a good person and needed a new puppy to lift her spirit.
And if that wasn’t beautiful enough…
The puppy was born on January 20th— my mom’s birthday.
God works in mysterious ways, friends.
Meet our little girl, Fifer!
During high school, I had the opportunity to earn 38 college credit hours through a dual-enrollment program with a local college. This allowed me to enter my first year at university as a sophomore. This is great because I can (Lord willin’) graduate a year early with a degree. And I’m thankful for all of this. I’m thankful that I was able to get a year behind me while in high school. I’m thankful for how those dual-enrollment classes prepared me. I’m really thankful I have music appreciation behind me (ha!). But this has its disadvantage.
My last two years of high school I knew I would major in chemistry and go into pharmacy. In fact, I was dead set on this and really irritated when people told me I might change my mind. Fast-forward to this past fall during my first semester at university. I called my mom crying almost every night. Literally. I was very bored and completely stressed at the same time in every science class. I loathed the pre-requisites and knew I would be miserable if I took any more. I needed creativity. I decided to change my major within the first half of the semester. I had changed my mind like I was told I might. I was done.
The problem here lies in the fact that I had no clue what I was going to like once I entered college (for real). For me, the structure of science courses didn’t work, and I also wasn’t interested in anything I was learning. My English and debate classes, however, were my favorites. I realized I’m really interested in social issues and creative outlets— not whatever the Krebs Cycle is (I somehow made an A in biology, though).
Dual-enrollment made me feel like I had to know what I was going to major in as soon as I came to college. It meant that I had one less year to figure out what I was into, then I had to start classes in my major. I knew that after this year I needed to have a plan. It would all be fine if everyone knew exactly what they wanted to be when they grow up (and stuck with it,) but a lot of people end up changing their minds.
I’m really thankful to have a year of college behind me, but it also pressured me into making some big decisions about my future earlier than I was ready for. I still suggest taking dual-enrollment classes as a high school student, but I think more students need to know it may cause them to feel hurried through college.
“She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
I’ve learned a couple of things from being at college so far (none of which have anything to do with biology because the PTSD already took care of that.) Here is my list of what I would consider 15 of the more important items for college that also make life so much easier.
- Water pitcher with a filter. My Brita water pitcher is like a first-born child to me. Dorm water tastes weird, so this helps and also saves a lot of money that would otherwise go to buying water.
- Coffee pot. I have a Keurig which is perfect for me because I only drink one cup of coffee a day. It’s also really easy to add water and a K-cup, hit a button, and brew.
- Sturdy umbrella. I touched on this in another post on here, but umbrellas break easily. Go ahead and get a decent one.
- Rain boots. It’s going to rain on campus (sorry), and no one likes cold, wet feet.
- Tennis shoes. I’m not much of a tennis shoe girl, but I have ended up wearing mine so much more than I expected. They’re so good for long days of classes on opposite sides of campus.
- Surge protector (with extra long cord). In my dorm, you can’t have extension cords, but you can have surge protectors with extra long cords. This is a good way to get your phone charger nearer to you on a lofted bed.
- Hand sanitizer. I keep a little hand sanitizer attached to my wallet or backpack at all times. Need I say more?
- Clorox wipes. AKA the greatest cleaning supplies item ever. These things can clean almost anything in a hurry especially during flu season.
- Extra set of sheets. These are handy when you really don’t feel like washing your sheets but you also really need to wash them too. A different color or pattern can also break up the dorm room monotony.
- Planner. This will help you be able to visualize upcoming assignments and quizzes/exams. (Note- I am NOT usually a planner promoter, but I am slowly being converted into a believer.)
- Water bottle. And I mean a non-throw-away one. I have a gifted Camelbak that I carry around all the time. This also saves money on water like the Brita (which I use to fill my water bottle.)
- Bed shoes. I also wasn’t a bed shoe kind of girl before college, but dorm floors are cold and kind of nasty.
- Rolling hamper. I did NOT want one of these before I started school because I thought it was dorky. I still think it makes me look like a dweeb, but I’m a dweeb that isn’t breaking my back to haul all my junk in.
- Student ID holder. I use my ID for EVERYTHING on campus, so I always need it. I have a wallet that I keep in my backpack with a clear window for IDs as well as an adhesive card sticker on the back of my phone that I got for free from Kroger. This way, I always have my ID.
- Extra phone charger. I hate keeping up with a phone charger, so I keep one in my room and one in my backpack at all times. The one in my backpack rarely gets used, but it’s good for emergencies.
Here’s a little look at what my life consists of through pictures. PS- it’s a lot more weird selfies I send to my mom than I’m willing to admit.
This was to commemorate my first snow day of college. And I totally binge-watched Netflix like college students are supposed to do. Priorities. Am I right?!
I call this one “selfie-to-Mom-to-express-my-unhappiness-toward-walking-across-campus-during-a-torrential-downpour-while-trying-to-be-inconspicious-about-taking-a-selfie-so-it’s-blurry/unflattering.” Also, I ended up breaking this umbrella with a water bottle…
A picture of the bell tower on campus. I only took this shot for a project in multimedia design. I have no emotional connection to this tower whatsoever, but it played a bell version of an Elvis song one time!
Sunset from my dorm room. [Heart eyes emoji.]
I leave you with this… DOUGHNUT FRENCH TOAST! If you’ve never had it, today is the day. Go.
This post is my way of saying I’m too busy at the moment to actually write a thoughtful post, but I still want to keep this blog going. Thanks for reading!
Seriously, go try this kind of french toast, guys!