The First Issue of Paper Comets

Hi! I am extremely excited to introduce to you all a collaborative project that I have been working on for the past several months: the zine, Paper Comets!

The history about Paper Comets and Freckled Minds is this: Ava and I rarely ever interacted in the blogging world, except for the occasional comments every once in awhile. One lazy summer day, the idea of creating a yearbook anthology sort of thing for the 2016 blogging community strolled into my mind. On the day that I was about ready to contact Ava, known for her crazy mad skills in artistic drawing, I received a message from her asking if I would be willing to contribute to her zine.

Great minds think alike, huh?

Both of us decided to collaborate to create a creative hub community, known as Freckled Minds, and since both of us each wanted to do our own little thing, we both created our own zines: hers is Sacred Zine Club (publish date to be determined), focused more towards the visual arts aspect, while I would mainly overlook Paper Comets, the zine focused more towards the word-writing aspect and the idea of artistic vision.

For Paper Comets, roughly fifteen bloggers gathered together to share their artistic talents, and now, we are ready to reveal the final product that has been in the works for over fifteen months! 
The bloggers (besides the founders) who contributed are: HannahAnna, Ava, Bethan, Rose, MackenzieAbbie, Rachel, Sophia, Grace, and Autumn.

So many good conversations came from collaborating on this project: Albion, pizza, Brit-ish accents-- these are things that would not make much sense to those who weren't involved in the project. Even those who had to drop out of working on the zine will understand some of these references. It's such a great community-- I am blessed to be working with all my blogging friends.

Our theme for our first issue was words: words that we felt were important to us.

Tell us what you all think! We're constantly looking for contributors, both in the zine and the Freckled Minds site (which, cool fact: I coded and designed), so if you are a female creative mind over the age of fourteen, looking for a platform to cultivate your personal artistic voice, this is a platform that can potentially bring you out to a larger audience! We're expanding out to more electronic mediums: songwriting and film making are a few to name.

If you wouldn't mind, could you possibly provide us feedback using the form below? And if you would like to contribute, visit the link here.

We hope you enjoy the first issue of Paper Comets (and possibly we will see you contribute soon)!

P.S. Kenzie was here, and she likes turtles. 

Tweet Tweet! Morning Meets Twitter

Hi, everyone!

Do you know how sometimes, you create snarky or sassy remarks you just want to share with the world, promoting yourself to share it on social media? For some people, there are several options. An example would be tweeting about it on Twitter. Here's the thing, though: I don't have Twitter, nor do I think I will get one in the near future. This is more under the jurisdiction of my parents, and I comply. If there appears to be an account claiming to be me, it may be an impersonator and neither I nor my blog are affiliated with that account.

Sometimes, my brain wanders around and creates these mental-tweets which sound ingenious. These "tweets" become better in quality when bigger events coincide in time. This has been going on for over two years now. It's about time this stepped into the proper light. Now, here is the big question that has been bothering me for the past several months: If Morning had Twitter, what would her feed on the first day of school look like?

I spent time coding a box based off of screen shots I've seen on search engines, which would bear similarities to both the mobile and desktop version. I wasn't able to code in the retweets, likes, and comments section of it, although hopefully you still can enjoy it. The post is also set up to portray the "tweets" in chronological order from top to bottom, unlike Twitter's format of most recent to oldest. In some senses, this can be referred to as a Twitter takeover-- a takeover of the blog!

Then came the difficult part: on Monday, at 5:45am, my alarm clock went off and I had to transform from sleeping zombie to actual functioning human bean sprout to create my "tweets."

Without further ado.

Morning Time

That moment when your teachers wave hello but you’re still tired & accidentally reply, “Hello, my dear children.”

If any of you knew me in real life, you know that I tend to refer to people as "children," even though they're older than me. It does appear like a paradox because I am physically short in real life, but it's something that my friends have gotten used to. So,when I bumped into teachers and they waved hello to me, my automatic response just slipped out of my mouth. Whoops.

Morning Time

REQUIREMENTS: Coffee, deep philosophical conversation & chill among close friends is what I need today.

Usually, the first days of my high school years often end up involving none of the things mentioned above. Caffeine just causes me to not fall asleep at the end of the day, almost all conversation is pretty shallow, and because a lot of my friends are either on the other side of the school or have classes that reflect mine backwards from morning to the afternoon, it's really hard. This year though, I (still) did not get coffee, but my face got slapped with the question of morality in English and my friend got into the mini learning community I'm apart of, which made me scream and jump up crazily for five minutes.

Morning Time

Just finally hit me that I’m a junior. Gosh—I’M SO OLD! Meanwhile, all of the freshman I’ve bumped into are a foot taller than me. Great.

My fun-sized height has already been mentioned. Enough said.

Morning Time

“I just realized the answer. I feel dumber than before. I’m now going to questioning everything in life.” – An AP Calc student.

This year, I am fortunate enough to end up being in the same AP Calc class as several people from my middle school years who often just helped me get through math classes, with the addition of several acquaintances from my underclassmen years. One of my friends found out that they just had to plug in the values into the equation, and it took him ten minutes to finally realize that. But this is literally relatable, on so many levels.

Morning Time

Teacher: “Here are questions to introduce yourself.”
Me: “’Word to describe you.’” *thinks* *suddenly doesn’t know anything about myself*

Admit it: this has happened to you as well.

Morning Time

When someone says your name in the hall & all five with the same namesake wave because you don’t know which person they were referring to.

This is also awkward when you know most of the people who share your real name in real life, and will sometimes cluster together in the halls because we all happen to coincide during our passing period between classes.

Morning Time

When your friends are cheering about the Brazil vs. Germany victory in men’s soccer & someone says, “No, I didn’t watch the Olympics.” O-O

The Olympics are my life, okay?

Morning Time

I’ve asked nine people to open my locker, and it still WON’T BUDGE. Urgh. 

At my school, we're required to use our lockers. The problem was that the lock would be inconsistent; the combo would always be entered but would only open once every six times. I had to carry my stuff for three days until the person in charge of locker combinations finally switched my lock out.

Morning Time

Pressure for AP classes matches the weight & burden one feels heaving their books around the first day of school.

You have no idea about the content length of my APES book (Advanced Placement Environmental Science). You have NO idea.

Morning Time

I miss just drinking juice boxes and taking nap time hours. 

Don't we all miss kindergarten or preschool? Unless you've been homeschooled all your life; in that case, you can continue to do this all you want. Homeschooling has never been an option for me because my parents are super busy with work, and no one else could watch my brother and I, anyways.

Morning Time

The bus driver missed our bus oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh.

This gave me MAJOR anxiety on the bus. The bus stop is somewhat distant from my house, so it takes a long time to walk. That, mixed in with so much rain, ended with nearly being an hour late arriving to my house.

Morning Time

After a stressful day? Time to eat muffin and try to make smiley faces on my graphing calculator.

All in all, while not the best first day (who does have good first days of school), it was quite memorable, in more senses than what was encompassed here: my friend told a joke about a tractor and won the corny joke contest, and walking around the commons area with the painted piano case while waiting for the administration to fill the period hole in my schedule.

I think it's great that I don't have Twitter, because honestly, I already blog. Twitter is able to encompass the little moments that we bump into in our every day lives. There's practically already much sharing on here, that to add on with a Twitter account would be redundant. It will be redundant until other circumstances require me to make an account, as if I get represented by an agent in the publishing industry and need to make an account as a platform to promote my novel.

Now that school's back in the swing of things, I should probably give an update as to how things are pertaining compared to the first day: everything has been going well, although my AP classes have been terrifying due to the workload that has been placed upon my shoulders. At the moment, I'm really unsure as to how to manage the workload, but somehow, I'll manage. In the meantime, get ready for the release of Paper Comets! More on that to come on another post.

In the meantime, tell me using at least one 140-character sentence: how has school or your last couple of weeks of summer been for you? Are any of these "tweets" relatable to you in any way, or I miss anything? How does homeschooling compare to the experience I had mentioned in this post?

Peek Into My Novel: Hidden in the Shadows

On August 16th, one of the most amazing things happened. I finished my fifth draft for my novel! You had no idea how elated I am to finally say I've reached the end, just hitting 80k. The people who are the gladdest about reaching the end of my novel after myself would probably be my family, appalled to find their daughter spending only an hour on her laptop for over a month and who missed out watching the first ten days of the Rio Olympic Games, the one thing she has been obsessing over for the past four months.

This novel project has been in the works for over five years, which is even longer than this blog! A majority of the plot holes that ten-year-old old me overlooked have been filled, my characters actually have a personality (the bantering between them, my friends, is GLORIOUS) and the blend of various East and Western cultures is amazing, like a good coffee roast blend which many of you coffee lovers (how do you handle it) apparently enjoy. It's been such a long journey, that I even managed to throw a snippet from one of the future novels a long time ago. And, despite this being used as a procrastination method while writing, I created a Pinterest story board.

"Future novels?" Well, yes. This is a series, with five installments overall. That is partially the reason over my major stress about the first novel-- so many aspects need to be introduced within the first book or else certain events will look like deus ex machina occurred when in actuality, the fundamental basis of it hasn't been properly explained or a character's personality may appear uneven for the actions they take.

I'm terrible at providing blurbs. My brain is still fried from the last several chapters and the idea of school starting, and since I cannot locate the somewhat not-bad written blurb I have written two weeks ago, I'll try my best to sum it up: it's a fantasy adventure series involving four children, elemental manipulation, shadows (in more than one way), and the overall concept of balance. The first two books may potentially in the ground between Middle Grade and Young Adult, but everything else after that will most likely be YA.

Now, for the introduction of my four main characters! There aren't any photos which depict how they appear in the first novel (they're all twelve-year-olds, in the beginning), but at the bottom of each of their photos is a link redirecting to how they look like at the end of the fifth novel (in the 16-18 range).

older Jack || The unconscious redhead is important.

Jack, an ISFJ, is the leader of the group, manipulating the elemental gift of fire, and the protagonist for the first novel. He's the most athletic out of the four, but not necessarily the healthiest. He can be super neurotic, at times, to the point where I had to research and write up a thorough twelve-step itinerary of how to put out a fire alongside disguising a fire has taken place from the five sense (this was really calming to write about), several steps of said itinerary taking place in the first three pages of the novel. He can also be a bit of an hothead and can be sensitive if one treads on the wrong path, but those are the only bad sides of him. He's super loyal, practical, and supportive to those he encounters, and this is why many can depend on him in about everything... except cooking.

older Christina || Her natural curly red hair is the best.

Christina is the INFP of the group-- she usually spends her time doing yoga, painting, and spraying tie-dyed water onto frogs, all of these done outside, of course. Water is her native element. She currently lives with "Auntie Linda," her grandmother who "tries" to groom her into a proper young lady as her parents and older siblings having job constraints limiting their interaction and care for her. Examples of "grooming" would be getting a Brazilian straightening treatment, or putting hot sauce in nail polish to not bite her nails off. She is super shy, and, upon being prompted to speak in a nerve-wracking situation, stutters in the height of her nervousness. Christina is often accepting of others, but is insecure of her own self, and that, mixed in with harsh words often aimed at her, she secretly can hone a jealous streak kept under wraps.

older Sam || He recites poetry better than pi.

Sam is the dichotomous persona of Christina in nearly every way possible, including his MBTI type, categorized as an ESTJ. He is often viewed as a pompous man thinking highly of himself due to his great intelligence he constantly has to remind people of. Physics and the anatomy of poetry rhythms are his strong suits. A vernacular lexicon is stored within his mindset, and he wishes to mitigate the situation in his favor by "educating" his obtuse opposing side. Just as his Earthen elemental power suggests, he can be quite stubborn. It is his stubbornness and insensitivity to the emotions of others which ticks most off. However, he does have a kinder, understanding side of him which occasionally does make an appearance, but it is ephemeral and reserved only for those he trusts.

older Daniella || The two things she cannot do-- she inherited that from me.

Daniella is the youngest of the four, being an Air elemental. Since she undergoes one of the bigger transformations, her initial personality type is difficult to pinpoint. She is the complete opposite of what her element stands for-- she is free flowing only for most of the wrong reasons, she will be the one to initiate a fight, and her stubbornness and pride won't allow her to admit she is wrong. The two most important things: she is inflexible and cannot whistle. She makes sure to not let her forget that. Her interests revolves around her social life, but she also enjoys talking to the librarians looking after her when her parents are on business trips, who dote the other. Daniella is adopted.

From left to right: Owl || Reginald || ??? || Narro || Dawn

Above are the supporting characters under eighteen! Just a note about the character portraits: they're not entirely accurate, as there are certain specific details that are absent in several, but they're close enough, especially when it comes to physical appearance age. The middle pictured character makes a cameo and doesn't reveal a name, but she is important and her first appearance and what she does makes a huge impact later. One of the characters doesn't look their age, at all. I dare you all to guess who this person is! If you do chose the character correctly, you will either be rewarded ten points towards your house cup or a virtual share over breakfast foods. They're all important people who I may be brainstorming painful ways for their death, at the moment. I can't include the adults, as finding adult photos on Pinterest is such a gruesome task.

Other things you should probably know about my novel:

// The original idea all originates down to a dream I had as a child, a sleeping dream, and out of all of my dreams, that's the most memorable one: swimming with huge fishes, suffocating under the heaviness of lava air, ball room dances with those dressed in the 1700s-- all of these were only merely landscapes compared to what I remember from this. I just remember waking up, thinking, "Wow." My mind slowly wandered away from the thought of the dream, as it was one of those things you just can't talk about or its novelty just wears off. Later, I was greeted with a slap with four characters that had ties to this world my brain dreamed of and I just knew then, this was something worth looking into, something worth uncovering.

// Relationships? Yes! But how do you know whether I'm referring to platonic or romantic? Personally, I view the series to start in the group between MG and YA, until around the third book, where it has the potential of morphing into full YA. My original plans for the novel had little to do with romance, anyways. It still does not. That doesn't mean there won't be any. If there is, it will be brief, but the journey getting to the endgame will be painful. There won't be a love triangle... quadrilateral... concave polygon thingy applicable between all four. My brain would murder me trying to get everything straight.

// This somewhat involves the topic at the top: I finally understand why authors tend to break so many people's hearts, because besides the top point above, there is also the topic of character deaths. This is not something which will be shied away from. A lot of characters will die-- I've told my brother how many, and he pretty much exclaimed out, "That's too much. You'll only have this many people by the end!" Much character development comes from certain deaths, how the characters each value life which passes, what sacrifice entails, and what balance ultimately means. I have a huge Ziploc bag of unopened paper towels that remain unused-- if you need a box of tissues, ask me for some, and if you think you need more, I can teach you how to make a paper tissue box holder next to your bedside. Afterwards, you can bedazzle or pour glitter all over.

A somewhat bit of a surprise for you: it's taken me such a long time to decide how I will post this, but I've created a Google Docs document with four collective snippets from the novel for you to read-- two serious, and the other two focusing more on the interaction between two of the characters. There are many parts of the story I could have chosen parts from, but these are some that reveal only little of the plot. When you have friends who love to playfully banter with you, it gets into your system.

My plans as for right now, in regards to the novel? I'm letting my novel rest for about an entire month, or maybe past my birthday, in late September, before embarking on the editing stage. I'm kind of worried I'm printing out nearly 150 sheets of paper. There are two friends who I've been meaning to work on separate collaboratives lately: one is a sci-fi fantasy hybrid, while the other is a contemporary novel. I should be contacting them over the month. I'll probably also be focusing reading my annual reading competition books. There's also a chance I'll be looking for beta readers for the future, writing a monthly post series about my WIPs, and creating, possibly, a little blogging writing circle where we end up challenging one another to write a new piece every month with a different theme and form. Sounds fun, right? If you're interested in either and we get enough people for the second, comment below!

If you have any last minute comments, leave them down below! As for now, well, I'm just going to sign out of the post and maybe drop the pen, just signifying my rest on the novel, pun not intended.

Okay, so technically I half of my novel on paper and the other half on my phone while finally typing it within the laptop copy, but to say, "Drop the LAPTOP! Boom swiss twizzle sizzle," it's not entirely... convetional.

...Drop the pen. Boom.

Ideals Versus Expectations

Photo credits to my brother.

Teenagehood is a prominent time where ideals are challenged by expectations set on you. Peer pressure is such a hard barrier to succumb under. Think of any movie you may have watched growing up as an adolescent, or just think about nearly any movie you watched as a kid. High School Musical, How to Train Your Dragon, The Princess Diaries (now that's a major throwback) are examples. Often , the ultimate decision comes down to us. Unless a person makes a public show of it, their inward battle of consciousness between these two feuding sides will be private in the confines of their mind.

For me, ideals and beliefs are things that I stand heavily by, not easily breaking down or giving in defending them. Harmony is an aspect I seek in many social relationships, but this doesn't waver my support to these ideals. My life is dictated by them-- this is why I'm such a terrible liar, when people ask me to tell the truth. A bickering conscious yells in my mind all the time. Sometimes, I admit, several things that I believe don't have their mindset in the right place, and others would have to correct me, which then, I'll move aside, despite my sensitivity to criticism. When people ask me to go to more parties or stop socializing only with books or even asking me to get my eyebrows waxed, which was what I was asked today, all of these requests I turned down. They aren't me. They're not something that I personally comfortable with.

Over the past several months, so many events have gone up and have challenged my beliefs many times before. Luckily, I have friends that will have ideals and values that harmonize close to mine, but still. This may not always be the case. I'm kind of sluggish about the idea heading back to school next Monday, but graduation is creeping up closer than anyone thinks will appear. Everyone from my town will soon disperse themselves to various high education schools and soon will just start working. The temptations that once surround have the chance of adding up the older you get. People saying to stay true to yourself so much that it's nearly becomes contrite.

Relationships are also tested. Friends slowly drift apart, new friends pop in for a year before being splintered away once again. This past school year, the one which ended in May, marked as the top year where I've gotten into the most heated debates and arguments which luckily, we were able to overcome most of them. Many people don't have that opportunity. A lot of people don't notice, but over half of my friends have either moved away or are becoming exchange students this upcoming school year. This is the time, your teenage years, when your support system will help you out from time to time, but they can only do so much. Ultimately, you make the final call.

How are you to cope in a world that asks you to slowly become something that you simply don't want yourself to be?

If you have free time and you feel everything just crashing on top of you, just stop what you're doing and calm down. Get off your phone. Clear your thoughts. Do you know that period before bed a lot of you experience where you're trying to fall asleep but you're too busy contemplating about the aspects of your life? Try to enter that state. Your mind is practically your own sanctuary, your own space, and that is the time to sort through all the voices and cleanup which ones you want to keep and which ones you want just to stay. My family always wonders why I spend so much time locked up in my room, and this is half of the reason. Now, this is the other.

One of the things that I learned in high school is the importance of self-care, not in the physical aspect, but in the mental and social aspects of it. You're constantly being tossed and torn apart as if a miniature, athletic coach version of you sat on your right shoulder, telling you everything you need to do, and a slobbish, pizza chilling version of you is telling you to take everything slow. You do not need to please everyone, but the one person you do need to ultimately please is yourself. Read, write, eat food. Do what comforts you. Over the past summer I've been working on my novel. If you know anything about novel writing, it's can be a draining process in all aspects. Every day though, I've been making sure to keep in touch with the Olympics (which I may be doing a post about) because they are my life and have been an obsession ever since Mario and Sonic at the Olympic Games came out in 2008 on the Nintendo DS (the original one, obviously). I've also been snail mailing several people.

Blogging is one of my past times, and it still is. While it hasn't been a walk in the park for me these past several months, several recap posts I've written these past few months recaps everything I've done, and to some degree, they've been one of most exciting highlights of my year. I've gotten to play softball and meet people who studied on the opposite side of the building. I interacted with fifty different on weekdays for rehearsals. I accidentally spilled glue all over the cabinet and listen to the library coordinators talking about gender-bent Twilight. These events were all tiring, but they're all worth it, and most importantly, they all fall under a range where unrealistic expectations (which I'm also not comfortable with) aren't set and my values can thrive.

I'm not ready for this school year to start... but if I'm going to have to get through this, my beliefs need to be firmly planted, and every once in awhile, I just need to relax and calm down. Hopefully, readers, you all can remember and do the same, as well.

Morning and the (Not-So-Evil) Librarians

I've had an interesting reputation when it comes to the various school librarians I've met in the past. In elementary school, I was known as the one who took the most peppermint bark from the book reading evenings. I was "the one who shouts playing Apples to Apples" during middle school, and now, in high school, I'm pretty much yelled at in a teasing way for practically everything I do. But public librarians are a different kind all together, and the good news is, they aren't as "evil" as they appear to be.

At the end of May, while in Atlanta, I received an email seven in the evening from my local library branch, regarding of my acceptance into their summer volunteer program! A little bit of backstory behind my outlook this summer and the program: at the beginning of May, I wasn't sure where I was going to end up, schedule-wise. I had to keep busy because if don't, I usually entered excessively sluggish dog days, and unlike the rest of my friends, there wasn't exactly an out-of-town residential camp to stay at or Pokemon Go to walk around with.

Ever since the seventh grade, I've expressed immense interest in this program, but it was always the craziness of the end of the year that held me back from sending in my application. This was the year I put my foot down and bellowed, "No more! I will be volunteering." I'm somewhat glad I did, though.

My shift time was on Wednesday evenings, from four to eight, the only exclusive shift that helps with the library's events coinciding with the summer reading program, and for the first month, I was paired with a girl who shared the same namesake as myself, thus allowing for the librarians to remember us easier and for them to nickname us as our names squared, like in math. It was a bit painful, since a part of the time, my brain was burnt out from finals.

For the nine weeks there, we would come in and create signs for the events with the die-cut machine on the top floor.

If you think the die-cut machine, or the entire making signs routine is easy to do, think again. You have to press your entire weight onto the lever, rip out the letters, and then paste them one by one. Sometimes, the librarians are kind enough to leave up letters onto the top counter, which is helpful to most people, but not to those who are fun-sized. I'm sure that most of the librarians who passed by, or even the security cameras, noticed a five-foot teenager jumping up to reach a six-foot high ledge.

This is not all the trouble that has to be endured, no. Two signs had to be made within a two-hour time range, which became extreme trouble when the other volunteer, who, by the way, I may comment is a nice and relaxed person. had to drop out at the halfway mark since she had to leave for a month long vacation. After cutting out the die-cuts, I have to make three flights to the main floor (a rather troublesome prospect since the elevators are ancient and only a few people are allowed on the top floor unless there's an event). The first flight was down to get both signs taped onto enormous white boards, then place them in their respective positions, often the top and bottom most-floor. The second and third flights consist of bringing all the paper scraps and supplies down to the recycling bins on the main floor, without dropping or forgetting anything.

The events were pretty fun to watch, most of the time, ranging from projecting family-friendly movies, song writers performing on the outside lawn, a miniature circus, magic acts, two puppet shows, to even bringing live river otters from the local zoo and educating young children. We had to help set up and tear down fifty to seventy seats per event, but that was okay. The best part of it all was that the other volunteer and I got to sit with one of our bosses and watch the entire time.

Watching all the summer events wasn't the only main project we did, since often the events spanned forty-five minutes. We ended up painting cups various Lego colors and then hung them up, as a poster, within one of the kid-friendly sections of the library! During that one Lego poster shift, I got paint all over my hands and shirt, and the one color that was incredibly frustrating to paint multiple layers of was yellow. Our main coordinator said that she had the other volunteers paint the yellow five times already, and it still have remains of the base color sticking out.

Two other cool projects we did involve Pokemon and superheroes. As I'm assuming you all know, Pokemon has made a huge comeback into mainstream society. So, within the teen section of the library, we made purple alphabetical book markers, each with a Pokemon corresponding to a letter ("A" for "Articuno," etc.). I couldn't get a photo of those, sadly, but I did manage to get photos of the superhero collage! The collage is made up entirely of superhero photos from the enormous box of comics donated by a local comic book store. There were so many, the volunteers were each allowed to choose comics to their liking-- I decided to settle on some Spiderman issues from the eighties.

The only time I met the other volunteers was during our bi-monthly meetings, scheduled just right before my shift. The other volunteers are a combination of eccentric and whimsical (yes, they relate to the world "weird," but it's hard to find a synonym which connotates the oddities in a good way). All of us would fight over the Capri Suns and chips as we made suggestions. Here are examples from the last, somewhat productive, summer volunteer meeting:

The Coordinator: "Now the head youth librarian has tried to make winter volunteering happen--"
The Pokemon Go Expert: "That's what they said last year!"
Boy: (voice escalating) "They said that last year! Two years ago, three years ago, five years ago--"
Me: "You were only seven five years ago!" (covers laughing face and nose, everyone laughs)

Curly hair girl: "We have to spam Jon's email, guys."
Me: "Okay, new plan-- we're going to have to coordinate our emails to be sent at various times."
Curly hair girl: "Maybe there's a better idea besides coordinating emails...
Me: There is. We buy him a box of Spam."

One of the things that was suggested was using window markers to decorate the space, and so we colored the entire area. To all you reading: if you want to decorate your room, get window markers, because you won't get bored. It was fun watching all the passing patrons look at the collective fifteen teens that showed up that meeting to draw all over their previously spotless windows. 

In order to shed more light towards the strangeness of the thirty-some bunch, let me describe what I found upon arriving at the after party. I was expecting that the movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, would be playing in the background while everyone helped themselves to some of the most expensive pizza that's every been bought in town. 

Instead, I found everyone playing the rolling chair version of bumper cars. It so happens that on the fourth floor, where I spent a portion of my volunteering time, had computer chairs with wheels, and so everyone had the idea to crash into each other. 

Did I join in on this? 

Yes, I did. However immature it may sound to other people, it's really fun and therapeutic in terms of being stress-alleviating, almost child-like, and when you're teenagers, you crave having that innocent, no-responsibility fun of childhood. 

The party went on, and for the first half of the time, we played improv games, introduced at the last meeting. It was super odd to have to play the game, "What Are You Doing," when the last person's words are the ones you have to act, and I had to portray Voldemort. "Bang," which is a game actually stylized like a western cowboy game, was exceptionally fun, and I practically dominated.

Luckily, there is a super huge chance that school-year volunteering is going to happen, which I'm super pumped for and is something I want to do. Thank you to the two librarians in charge with the program-- who probably won't ever read this unless I get published within the next several years--you two are the best. Thank you so much for not incriminating me when I placed a glue bottle which started to leak not out of my doing (though I was teased for officially owed a dollar and forty-eight) and letting me visit The Dungeon and the circulation room. It's been a fun summer.

Speaking of the end-of-summer, guess who is not ready to head back to school? I'm still brain dead, and ever since the last day of school, I've already know how my class schedule this year is going to turn out. I just need to physically and socially tire myself out to let out all of this unchained energy die out. On the bright side-- I have a lot of scheduled, fun posts coming out your way!
ALSO! If you haven't done so yet, please check out Freckled Minds once you get to an actual computer, a collective art society for teenage girls, by teenage girls. I was fortunate enough to help found this and to also design the site!