The Three People That Turned My World Upside Down

You know, I wasn't always the nice person I am today.
    I used to be quite different, actually-- judgmental and rude, pessimistic, a put-downer and quiet. Long story short about my personality, I was the exact opposite of what I am today. Sure, I was nice, but after I met three different people, they turned my world upside down completely upside down.


It was during the first day of fifth grade. The new fifth grade teacher, in a really kind voice, asked me to go and pick a desk group to sit in. In that year, one of my friends moved away that summer and I turned really quiet and shy.
      I looked around the tables and noticed one thing that was similar: all of them were either filled with guys or girls. And, depending on the people that sat there, I made guess on what type of people they were. I was a judgmental person back then. I thought looks mattered, not personalities. And almost none of the tables had a combination of boys and girls.
         Except for one.
         There, facing near the teacher's desk were two guys and a girl, two whom I didn't recognize. From the far end of the room was a girls table. Both of them had vacant seats. I didn't know which one to pick! I felt sad for the girl sitting with the guys, but at the same time, I didn't want to sit with them. What if they were mean or smart-alecky? And then, after frustrated thinking, I decided to sit at the table with the one girl.
       I thought I made a picked the wrong seat! The girl I sat next to (which we'll call WindyWacker), had big teeth, which I thought was odd. The guy diagonally from me had glasses (nicknamed for this Dr. Banana444), so I thought he was a nerd of some sort. The guy across from me (NinjaPlayer) I knew from last year, and, judging his appearance, I thought he was mean, with a fiery head personality.
      For the first two weeks, we didn't talk much, only asking each other for things nicely. I’d always go through the day, constantly saying to myself, “I won’t care about these days after they’re over.”
     We all had this weird conversation when the guy asked something.

Dr. Banana 444: Is Michael Jackson an actor?
Me: No, of course not. *rolls eyes*
WindyWacker: Yes, he is. He's in "This is It." You know, the documentary?
Me: That's a documentary.
Dr. Banana 444: I think he's an actor.
Me: No, he's not. Trust me on this; my dad's a Michael Jackson fan.
WindyWacker: He is an actor. It appears on the credits.
Dr. Banana 444, WindyWacker and me: *all bickers*
NinjaPlayer: .... Guys? Uh, guys?
Me: What? *bickering stops*
NinjaPlayer: Michale Jackson died on my birthday.
All: *quiet, awkward silence in the air*

     Soon, all of us began to grow from our shells, and the judgments that I made at the beginning of the year were proven wrong. The girl who I sat next to was actually bubbly and optimistic, and she was actually proud of having bunny teeth instead of dreading having them. The guy with the glasses was very musical, being one of the only guys in the school's first choir and having a great voice. And the guy that sat across from me was really nice and was cool, calm, collected.
     Despite our difference, we got along well. We did fun stuff together and hung out often, like making nicknames that matched our personalities and staring contests. In fact, the nicknames that were used to cover up their really names were the actually nicknames we gave to each other! I thought the fun was never going to end. The teacher, in fact, might have thought we were a huge inspiration for everyone, because he took a picture on his camera and used it as his screensaver for the classroom’s main computer!
        Then, at the end of the year, did I realize several things.
        I shouldn’t have judged my table group mates by how they looked, because looks didn't matter. Instead, it was people’s personalities that you should judge, and that’s what tells whether you would want to hang out and be around that person or not. If we judged people by how they looked, we might not like their personalities.
       The second thing I realized happened was that all of the time that I spent with them- from those days singing songs to playing four square- I took for granted. Then did I understand the fact that we take so much for granted and never know how much it actually was until it’s gone. I understood that instead, we should enjoy and cherish every single moment with the things that we have and the ones who we love, because not everything lasts.
     Did I regret what I did? No! Because I honestly wouldn't have learned from it, and I wouldn't be the person I am now. Some things that we had in our past-- like memories and old friends -- help us appreciate what we have now. And for that I am grateful.
      The final thing I learned is that we tend to learn from these experiences. Our lives have some ups, downs and obstacles that we go through. But from these experiences we grow stronger as individual, physically, emotionally and mentally. And that, my friends, is how we tend to grow.

The First Day of Summer

Yesterday was the first day of summer. And, crazily enough, it was one of the busiest ones that I have ever been through. I would've written this yesterday, but again, my life is hectic. :)
     So I got up extremely early in the morning, about 4:00ish, unlike everyone else that I knew; they'd rather sleep in. I don't know why this happened, but I think it's because I love the sunrises here, where I live. For some odd reason, there's this sort of calmness and quietness that just comes and makes me feel light and flying, if you know what I mean. I'd always want to go out and watch them rise and set, but I never really had the time to do that except during the summers. :)
     I watched the sunrise until about 6:30, then crashed back into bed.
     I didn't get up until 10, where I saw my dad and brother watching their favorite show on TV, something that I don't like to watch much.
My brother and I played Just Dance 4 and Wii Play for about 3 hours after breakfast, unlike most people my age, hanging out on Facebook and Instagram instead of playing video games. It was the best time that my brother had in awhile, even though I always get hit during the "Tanks" game on Wii Play.
     Then my dad took us around town, where we got to eat pizza at a warehouse store. The cashier lady who was there at the front was super nice; she offered to help me bring the food to the bench that my brother, my dad and myself were sitting at.
   And I told myself, "If everyone was nice like this and made people's days, then the world would be a little more of a nicer place to be."
   We went to the community center that my dad signed us up for. It wasn't fancy and elegant as the other community centers that I have been too, but that was alright. When you go to a middle school that had to cut out half of their electives just to still stay open and the middle school has been mocked, well, you learn how to cope.
For the recital, we had to wear
kilts like the one above.
     (I'm speaking for everyone at my school: Even if our school is poor, we can still do great things. Because sometimes the greatest things an emerge from the unlikeliest small places.)
     We were supposed to wait for our cousin to show up, but he didn't, so we played soccer instead while everyone else played basketball or went swimming.
     Then, we went to dance (the final lesson of the school year) wearing our costumes from a recital that we had two weeks ago. There was a huge photo shoot that we had to accomplish, and for the next half hour, me and another girl from my class were smiling for the camera, doing several various poses from our dance. It was hard work, yet fun, at the same time.
    After the photo shoot, our substitute teacher taught us a short dance and we wrote small note to our teacher, who was moving to finish up college. It was a bittersweet farewell, since our teacher was one of the best ones at the dance studio.
     Right after dance class, my parents took my brother and I to the movie theaters to watch Iron Man 3! The movie was hilarious and scary at the same time; I nearly screamed during the scary parts though. It was a lot more better than I expected! Now, whenever I'm calling my friends during the summer, I can actually relate to them and talk to them about the movie.


The Last Day of Seventh Grade!

I loved the last day of school.
     Today, there were only seven 20-minute periods, and each of were AMAZING!!!
     First: Algebra. There were various card games that were out, I, like the other half of the class, decided to play UNO, which was one of the funniest, craziest rounds that I have ever played of this game in my entire life. There was a lot of gum-chewing, shouting, Nerds spilling on the floor and random comments.
     Second: Science. The science intern teacher was back!!! I was super happy, and I nearly cried. As normally, I was my bubbly outgoing self, going back and forth across the room to talk to many of my friends and let them sign my yearbooks. The intern wrote in my yearbook to, and left a nice comment, saying that I was a “young woman who will do great things in the 8th grade”!
     Third: Gym. People were allowed to have their phones out and take last minute pictures, which I did for two minutes, then sketched dinosaurs on my friends’ yearbooks (they didn't mind).
     Then, we had an awards assembly. I didn't get an award, but that was okay. Everyone else that I saw who had the award, I said, “Yup, they deserved it!” Although there are about 400+ 7th graders in my grade, we all knew each other by our names.
      Afterwards, we had lunch. For those last forty-five minutes was total silence except my two best friends and I laughing at the pictures.
     Fourth: Language Arts. We had a long lecture about life, and how, that if one person took what he said to heart of the ninety-four, then it would be fine for him. (I am going to be that one person.) It was about how if we strive hard, we’d be able to achieve our goals in life. He said that in order to be an expert at something, you have to work 10,000 quality hours every single day, an hour a day. He also gave us an advice sheet that Bill Gates may have mentioned.
     Fifth, Social Studies: We watched videos, like we normally did during our “Fun Fridays.” We watched four of them: a one-wheeled motorcycle, a marriage proposal, a car driving through a raging river and one about the everyday superheroes in our lives doing the craziest, extraordinary things.
     Sixth, Art (part of the Exploratory Rotation elective): We played “Dry Eraser Basketball Dunking”. I nearly got in.... barely. Our team lost by one point, but that was okay.
Everyone ran out like THIS. ^^
 Seventh: Everyone hung out. I drew on the whiteboard instead. The teacher gave out candy.
    There was also a large carnival outside, with three main activities to do: The obstacle course, Dunking (the game where people throw at a target and when they hit, the teachers drop into a large tub of water),  and Sumo Wrestlers! I did Dunking first, which I nearly hit the target.... and missed! I was really slow at the Obstacle Course, while I didn’t get to do Sumo Wrestling, simply back two of my friends found out that I had candy in my pocket from seventh period, and they began to chase me.
     Then came the final event of the day: THE DANCE!
     For the first five minutes, no one was dancing. Everyone sat on the bleachers.
     I wanted to go super bad, but I didn’t want to dance alone. Then, some of my friends came up and we all made a “dance circle”, a group of friends, in the form of a circle, dancing together. Sure, we danced horribly while a lot of other people sat in the bleachers in the entire time, but at least we had fun. There was partner dancing to old songs like “Jailhouse Rock”, single dancing to the newer songs like “Gangnam Style”, to old party favorites like “The Cupid Shuffle” and to songs we learned to dance to like “The Electric Slide.”
     Apparently, one of my friends said, “I’m not allowed to dance.” Later though, I saw him dancing in the bleachers. He claimed to have “a sugar spasm attack.”

    At the end of the day, one of the teachers read a poem, and everyone began to start crying because it nearly time to go and we all wouldn't have been able to see each other until next year. I sat with my friends and we were all hugging and saying our goodbyes (to my guy friends I shook their hands).
     Seventh grade taught me a whole lot, and really, I couldn't have thought of any other way to end the school year other than this way.

Hope Is More Than Just A Word

What is the first thing that you think of when you hear the word “hope”? Do you think of the the girl who is at school, that you may have heard of or just seen around? Or the word that you of, but never really thought of before? Or is it something else?
     Well, to me, hope is very important. It’s more than just a word-- it’s an important emotion that we all feel.
     Hope is what makes people believe that a loved one is still alive or can make it through, when it doesn’t seem like it’s possible. Hope is what makes people look to the future, like the people affected by this week’s tornado. Hope is the thing that leave DGs who aren’t chosen for the summit yet still believe that they have a chance (like me!).It’s the thing that keeps book characters striving until the end. It’s the thing that keeps the people doing state tests and finals right now going strong from the start to the finish. Hope is the belief that at the end of the clouds, there’s always the sun there. That there is a rainbow at the end of the storm.
     And hope is important, more than you think.
     It’s more than just a word-- it’s an important feeling that keeps us going strong.

The Grown Up Pika

This week is the final week of school, before summer arrives.
     I have mixed feelings about summer all of the time; no more school, yet I don’t get to see any of my friends. I get to sleep in, but then, I won’t be able to soak in the sunshine. For a couple of years, my feelings for the summer has always been like this. 
     But the main thing that I love about the summer is something that I see during this season every single morning. Whenever I wake up and look out the window, the horizon just seems so beautiful and a certain kind of peacefulness, and you just end up stopping and appreciating things that you don’t pay much attention too.
     I had a discussion about how it’s kind of weird that the things that you don’t have mean a lot to you and you want it extremely bad, but when you end up having the item it has less worth, like material items. But things-- like friends and family, or an item of value that is valuable to you-- are not these items. In fact, you cherish them more. That many things you will have for a certain time so you should cherish them.
     These two lessons-- appreciating things that you don’t pay much attention to and cherishing everything that you have-- were, and sometimes, still are, the two of the few lessons that I have the most trouble grasping the concept to, when I was younger.
    And then, seventh grade came. 
    These two lessons I began to understand during the second semester of school-- where I met 10 of the most awesome people that I have ever met and met the five coolest teachers. During the middle of the second semester, instead of going on the computer after I finished my homework during lunch, I’d chat with my friends. There wins were my wins, and their losses were my losses. And they still are. 
This is a Pika-- an American Pika, that is.
     My teachers-- at first, they were strict, but throughout the year, they began to warm up, even the one teacher that always seemed his stiff usual self. I learned a lot from them, from the educational things like Algebra and Mesopotamia, to the very interesting things, like the fact that here, in the US, you can pay with a ripped-up ten-dollar bill as long as you give the bigger half.
     And I am going to miss the memories from seventh grade that still flow in my mind right now as I type.
     Like the memory of being called “Pika” after pronouncing the name wrong in science class. (Which is now what some people call me).
     I’ll still remember those days when my friends and I sang “Happy Birthday” to two of our teachers, one who locked himself out of the door until the song was done and the other wh,for once, did yell at us to be quiet.
    I’ll remember the time when our teacher let us watch a music video in science.
    I’ll remember the time when, in fifth period, our teacher would let us work together in group and everyone would work in small groups, and, after finishing, would compare answers with the rest of the class (which is our choice to do).
    I’ll miss dancing with my friends during passing time, and singing songs (loudly!) from “Just Dance 4.”
    I’ll miss playing “Human Knot” and “Ninja” with my friends.
    I’ll miss taking silly images of myself and my friends inside the library, during lunch.
    I’ll miss having a Jeopardy game in class-- boys vs. girls.
    And all of the wonderful debates we have about random things, like “Are glasses cool or not?”
    I hope, that, this last week of school will help me wrap these up and help me say goodbye to my friends before the three-month break, before I put the books away and put on the sunglasses.

Discovery Girls Summit + Embrace Your Uniqueness

Well, today, on the Discovery Girls website, which is a magazine (Discovery Girls), said that they were almost finished with selecting the 36 girls that are going to the Discovery Girls Summit that’s going to be held sometime in late July.
     My reaction? I nearly got a heart attack. Literally. I felt my heart beat really hard against my chest and for a moment, I was stunned. I thought they said that they had selected all the girls already, but that wasn’t what their post said, instead saying they almost selected their 36 girls.
     But there’s more to say.
     The summit is the first one that they, the magazine, has hosted. Before, they used to come to states and territories for photo shoots, selecting 12 girls from the state. It’s an opportunity available to all girls under a certain age that live in the United States and Canada. The 36 selected girls would be able to go to their hometown, pose for pictures, write articles and help make the magazine better plus have fun and make new friends from all over the continent.
     This opportunity is something that I want extremely bad. And here’s why.
     Like my blog title, I have said that I am “not-so-average”. I am different than many girls in my town; I have never been over to any of my friends’ houses, know what Instagram does (my friends tried explaining it to me, and I still don’t get it), and some of my and my friends’ favorite passing time in the library is taking silly picture on Photo Booth. Also, although it is the rules for someone whose birthday is passed the cut-off date (which mine’s is), I’m still one grade up than I am supposed to be. Here, that’s is a very rare thing. The list goes on and on.
      Before, I thought that being normal was everything, so I tried to change myself to be normal. But then as I grew older, I realized it is not. Instead, being yourself is important. Honestly, who’d want to blend in the sea of people when you can shine for being unique and original, one of the many shining stars in the dark sky?
     So I changed, and became Myself. My unique personality that many complimented for me being optimistic and cheerful (that’s how I got my screen name). Like the song “True Colors” sings:

“But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow”

 Yet, I am always looked down upon. Underestimated for my size and my age. Many look at me as I am not capable of doing things, both physically and mentally (for example, running the mile for track and field and not being able to run fast), even though I am. All, except seven, look down upon me this way.
      I want to do something great, because I believe, that no matter what age you are, that anyone can do their part to help repair the world. I want to teach kids life lessons, like my fifth grade teacher did with our class (I love teaching little kids; they’re so cute) and give to those that need something more than I do, like making Christmas cards for the children’s hospital and like the $10 garage sale money my mom gave me but I decided to donate for the Miracle’s Children’s Hospital so that way they can by a new incubator.
     And Discovery Girls would actually help me do this, in a way! When I was in 6th grade (or, as some of you call it, Grade 6 or Sixth Form, depending on where you live), I opened the latest issue of Discovery Girls after a neighbor who was hosting a garage sale gave it to me, and it helped me become a much more better person. I learned a lot from it from the past few years I have been reading it, and I love all of the fun things that are included, like the quizzes and DIYs that they feature! I especially loved their March/April 2013 issue; they gave me an insight into something that I had always have trouble with; how to deal being stuck in second place!
     They’ve also never been to to my state and I’m at the final age limit that could apply.
     Good luck to all of the girls applying! And to those that are doubting of getting in; I was a doubter too. But look at opportunities positively! The future is ahead of us, and we might not know what obstacles are there, waiting for us. Just like I say sometimes, “If you believe it, you will receive it!”

The In-School "Field Trip"

Okay, so the field trip wasn't exactly how everyone planned it to be.
      Thursday morning (when we were supposed to have the field trip), rain was pouring down really hard. There were warnings that it may possibly snow (in the middle of May?! No!). I still thought that we were going, until my friend, who carried a HUGE bag of soccer balls, and I went upstairs and someone said, "We're not going to the field trip."
       For a moment, I was going to say, "Now, wait a moment. Back up! How come we're not going?" Then I realized it was the same reason why my Mom and I were talking about rain coats in the car.
       I got into class, and my first period teacher said that everyone on our team will watch two movies, one first and second and the other in third and fourth, and that there will be different movies showcasing in each of our team's five different classes. It was awkward watching "Old Dogs" and "Jumanji" (a kinda creepy old movie), eating muffins and drawing penguins on the board in class while the rest of the school was forced to study for finals, but I didn't mind.
      Our lunch was taken place during fifth period, and hour and a half after our normal lunch time. Everyone got three slices of pizza. I got awesome pepperoni! There was also soda and chips, but those I couldn't eat since I've gotten braces a month ago.
      Afterwards, along with one of my friends, we asked if we were allowed in the gym. Sadly, my scary 4th period teacher (aka "Voice") screamed at us no, even though we didn't do anything wrong.
      But that was okay. Along with a lot of kids that are in our team's first period English class, we played truth or dare. One of my friends gave a dare (I thought of this as kind of scary and a bit odd) to hug fifteen random people that he knew, including teachers. I was against this idea, until the same friend who went up with me said, "Let's play Human Knot!"
      The object of Human Knot is simply, really: in a group of five or more, you grab two individuals hands, and without letting go of their hands, the group must all end up untangled. This game was hard, yet absolutely fun. I was laughing hysterically, something that hasn't happened in the last couple of MONTHS.
      Afterwards, we went go to our seventh period class.
      What I need to say out of this is: expect the unexpected. Sometimes, your plans may not go exactly as you planned. But that's okay. Life has it's ups and downs. And the second thing I have to say out of this is that, sometimes, some things are made way to the side so that way, good things can be recieved. You do know what I mean, right?

A Little Update...

Okay. guys, I've been super busy because finals are coming up, so for the next few times I post, I will have short ones, like this.
     I'm so happy. I got one thousand views on this blog!
     I'm contriubuting to two different blogs. More on that later.
     I had my dance recital and my cousins's birthday party. I wish I could show you guys, but all of the pictures are blurry because of the movement.
    It was Mother's Day on Sunday! My mom is awesome.
    And I am going on an end-of-the-year field trip. We're not allowed to bring cameras, so I'll post about it when I can.
     Most importantly, I finally came to embrace and truly know how being diverse and unique is important. More on that in another blog post soon.
One of the blogs I am contributing to have something to do with rainbows....


Snippet In My Life: What Happened All Last Week While I Wasn't Blogging

Hey you guys!!! *waves* Last has been hectic, so I suppose that I am going to have to write up a short summary about what has happened in the last week, starting last Saturday.

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Saturday- went to the the 2nd annual young writers' conference that my town hosts. I thought that it wasn't going to be great, since the one last year was kind of solemn like. But I got to learn so much more about writing in those four hours that I was there, from how to make characters that readers would love to catching the readers' attention from the beginning. Got to eat pizza and lots of COOKIES!!! I'm so happy. And the best part is, I knew some people from my school that were there, so I was not alone!!!

Sunday- Last day at my church Sunday School classes for this year, so we had to wrap it up. We got to play this really fun game and have lots of brownies.

Monday- It was a normal school day, but I had to work on an online project. Oh, and I wrote 5,000 words for Camp NaNoWriMo!!!!

Tuesday- Got to play games and have freetime in seventh period.

Wednesday- Sang a lot in fifth period with my friends! (Our teacher strongly dislikes noise of any sort.)

Thursday- I laughed in fourth period, even though I claimed that because of the negative atmosphere in the room, I couldn't laugh.

Friday- Our homework and classwork for classes? Go and watch movies because we worked hard to get our grades up high!!!