Now I Enjoy School

It’s weird…I actually look forward to learning now that I’m in university.

Back in Elementary and High School I felt that learning certain things was a chore…although I went out of my way to gain knowledge on all sorts of subjects. I didn’t like school.

Now I enjoy school. I enjoy class. I enjoy studying different subjects, taking in new information. I enjoy my professors, our teacher assistants, my classmates.

School now is a wonderful place…and I can feel myself beginning to grow more and more as time goes by.

I love this school.

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My Sister and the Books

My sisters class is reading Hamlet and Catcher in the Rye. Two of favourites! Holden and Hamlet. Gotta love ’em.

Catcher in the Rye is currently my favourite novel, next to Oliver Twist, Among the Hidden, The Boy in the Striped Pajama’s and Steel Trapp (I go by my age group for these favourites as well).

So excited…luckily for her I’ve read Hamlet several times and own Catcher in the Rye. Plus I have all my notes from High School and University…so I’m pretty much set. I don’t even have to do her homework for her now. I can just say “Read this” and she can figure it out. She likes to try to get me to do the work for her because she knows I enjoy English. What a kid. She doesn’t like to read anything but comics and video game storylines. Yep…what a kid.

I’m trying to convince her to start a blog. I’ll be sure to let you all know when she does.

Work, Work, Work…

Lately it feels like all I do is go to work and sleep the moment I get home. I enjoy working (most days) and I don’t want to complain but it’s a lot. Some days are really good and other days I can’t wait to go home and relax. It depends on the mood of my managers that day.

If they’re not snapping at us we’re all feeling good by the end of our shifts. I don’t want to go home complaining to my family about a bad day at work. I’d rather talk about how much fun it was, the people I got to interact with and the stuff I got to do.

Obviously this isn’t my dream job but I have to do this kind of stuff until I get to that point. I work so that I don’t have to settle. Sometimes life forces you to do things that you may not like until you can do something that you love.

I figure, it’s a summer job I might as well make the best of it and take a deep breath on those odd days where my managers are snapping at me. Personally, I work much better when you use a kind and constructive tone. I’m not one to talk back to someone of authority (unless they’re out of line) because they snapped at me for something but seriously? I’d appreciate it if they could learn to relax. If you’re going around stressing out over everything and stomping your feet, not only do your employees notice but so do you customers. If you put your employees into that same bad mood, you’ll put your customers in a bad mood.

Also, it looks really bad on your company when you snap at your employees in front of a customer.

I was going to go into more detail about the managers at my work but…I realized that it probably isn’t the best idea. I mean yah I use a pen name and it’s not like any of you guys know where I work but still. It just doesn’t feel right. I don’t talk about work on facebook so I’m not going to rant about it on here. Besides I don’t want to disrespect anyone, even if they did get on my nerves a couple of times. I have no right to do that.

Anyway, works been busy…and occasionally it’s a bit stressful. Honestly, I’m still trying to get my editing done. I’m just tired all the time. I don’t know why. I’m going to bed after I post this. I just hate not updating you guys every few days.

Okay I need to get to bed…I keep yawning. I’ve been tired since 7 o’clock this morning.

I seriously need to work on my novel though.

Oh yah!

Happy Birthday to my cousin!

We’re exactly 9 months and 1 day apart…he’s older. Anyways happy birthday man! Hope you’ve been having a blast in Europe…you lucky duck.

Wish I was in Europe right now…. or at least Nova Scotia. I really want to travel around Canada. I’ve been as far as Quebec. One of my favourite books take place in Nova Scotia. It’s a sad story but…I don’t know, something about it was heart warming…touchy feely stuff. I don’t know how to describe it. I just enjoyed reading it. I’ve read it like three times. I even redrew the cover. There are a few novels that are based in Canada that I really enjoy. Yes, I’ve read Anne of Green Gables. Watch the shows too. I think I watch more Canadian shows versus the books.

Murdoch is my show, don’tcha know.

God, why am I such a nerd?

Okay bye! I start rambling when I’m tired or hyper…never eat pork chops before bed. Oh no…oh no…she didn’t. I think my mom gave away my stuffed piglet from when I was like a baby and like my nana and I fixed it up because it’s belly button came off and….and I love that piglet…I named it Pinky because I’m so original…and also because I had this bear, rattle that was actually my sisters but I kind of jacked it…I named that Pinky and then that disappeared…and oh no…oh God please no….

…I have an attachment to certain old toys. I want to share them with my kids that’s all…except I don’t know how to explain this to my future spouse. I guess I’ll figure it out when the time comes…or they could just open up my bedroom closet and find a bunch of novels that I’ve written, stuffed animals and a mess of clothes.

I need to clean my room…seriously. Like I was going to clean it in April. Then my parents kept giving me all these clothes that I washed…and most of them are winter clothes and…like…now I have no room for anything. I should’ve just moved into my brother room two years ago like my dad said but I got attached to my room because it has green walls and messed up heating and a broken window and…smells like weird. My room has this smell…it smells like someone squirted lemon juice in here actually.

I hate the smell of dry shampoo…

Okay operation find my piglet…never mind. I have a feeling that I’m not going to find him. He’s lost… there goes another piece of my childhood. Actually maybe he’s with my nieces toys in the play pen….brb….no sign.  Maybe my mom hasn’t given away that bag of toys yet. Or my piglet is seriously gone. My mom just throws stuff out without even asking people. She doesn’t consider peoples feelings or anything she’s just like “Oh junk. Better get rid of it.” however some of that junk has significance to the rest of us mom! She’s not a very sentimental person. She could improve on that… I wouldn’t throw out her purse because I thought it was junk. Bad example but she doesn’t hold onto anything but her wedding accessory thingys. Like the gloves and what not.

Oh yah it’s wedding season…. Wedding season.

Man, someone in my family needs to get married. I have all these older cousins and they’re all like “Oh…maybe not right now.” I want to go to a wedding. If they don’t get married before I do, they’ll lose it. I know this for a fact. I want to get married young though, so…it’s totally possible. Kind of need to find someone first. I’ve been looking but not making any real progress. I’m not really sure how this flirting thing works. I’ve never dated…. the closest thing I’ve had to a romantic relationship was 10th grade when my friend and I had a thing but they kind got taken by someone else…and we didn’t talk for 2 years for no reason at all. They just cut me off…and it hurt. Only heart break I’ve had. Woo! Favourite year of high school though. I grew a lot.

Ugh…I gotta pay rent soon.

This is so long…I’m not even really talking about anything except my life. Here guys, here’s my life story. Enjoy!

If you get to the end of this, leave a comment because like…wow. That is some serious dedication. When you read something, you finish it.

Well it’s late. My stomachs settled. My heads full of thoughts and yep…I have to work this weekend…like I do every weekend.

I’m going to go curl into a ball and drool on my pillow while I sleep….never used to drool. Before I smiled in my sleep, now I drool and dream about…a lot of things. During my nap I dreamt about work, and how I got a discount on everything. And my donut became an oreo ice cream sandwich…and my pizza was cold.

My work doesn’t sell donuts or pizza…so when I woke up I was like “Wait a second!”

I hate dreaming about work. It’s like…I wanna dream about happiness and sunshine not being late for work or ordering food! I don’t want to dream about being at school… honestly I sometimes enjoy those dreams where I’m on a date with someone. I know how to flirt in my dreams. I’m such a player when I’m in dreamland…in reality I just try not to say something stupid and try not to blush.

The other day this really good looking person came into my work and I had to take their order…and I got flustered.

I also noticed that I read numbers backwards a lot. I don’t know why…I’m not going to say anything to my parents about it though. It’s not really a big deal. I used to write my name backwards all the time. I’m left handed so…I guess maybe that’s why. It’s why I find it easy to go back and forth between reading a manga and a novel. It’s also why I smudge most of my drawings… I wonder if this could be the reason why I struggled with math in elementary school? Honestly, I just…did things differently and the way I did it was “wrong.” I used to point out patterns and I’d find really weird things in the question and point it out versus giving the actual answer…. either I honestly didn’t know what I was doing or I was like a super genius.

I also never showed my work. So in high school I started to draw and write my work. Then I got like 80’s in math….and then I got really bad teachers.

Dear Grade 9 math teacher, you were the most amazing math teacher I have ever had. You taught me that everyone learns things differently, and that when we walk people through our answers, it helps them to understand our thinking better. Also, you let me and my friends eat in your class because you were pregnant. Plus you were super funny and the only math teacher I ever understood.

Thank you for existing.

–R.

Lol…she really was a great teacher. High school was full of great teachers. Universities got them too.

Okay night….sorry for such a long post. I just think a lot.

I totally wrote an epic postery today. I’m sorry…I’m a nerd. I’ll stop now.

Grading Rant

Hey everyone, today I thought I’d just go on a little rant about those people who give you 69%, or 79% or 89% instead of just rounding it up to a higher grade.

I’m sure that I’m not the only person who is annoyed by this. It’s like, there’s a big difference between getting say  69% on a test versus getting 70%. 69% is still a C whereas if you get 70% that is a B and if you seriously need that higher grade to boost your average then you want that extra mark.

The other thing is that when you do get 69% rather than 70% on something they don’t explain why. It’s like, “Okay so you say that I understand but I just needed to go into further detail? Alright…well I had perfect spelling, I sourced one thing wrong and I had all of this other stuff right…so why didn’t you just give me 70%?”

It happens all the time and it’s frustrating. I’ve had it happen mainly with essays, where I’ll get like 79% and wonder why they didn’t just give me an 80%?

The year is coming to an end…this is my last week of school (university). So I figured a school related rant post would be acceptable.

It’s just so annoying…this needs to be fixed.

Props to my awesome TA who gave me a bonus mark for drawing a dinosaur on my quiz. That made my day.

Hard Work Pays Off Eventually

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Yesterday I received my final analysis back from my English T.A. and for some strange reason I went back to my room without even looking at it, and then forgot it existed until this morning before I went to write a test for another class. I picked it up and said, “I’m not going to look just yet…I’ll wait till after class so that this doesn’t mess up my mojo.”

When I returned with breakfast, my bag and cellphone in hand I remembered that I wanted to see what I got on my analysis. I put everything down, finished texting back my dad (we talk everyday), and searched for my analysis, which I placed on my tiny bookshelf.

I looked at each page. There were no comments, simply pink checkmarks every couple of lines. I wasn’t sure if I should feel excited, or nervous. I started to briefly read over what it was I had written, but it made me feel uneasy.

Finally I reached the last page. Following a series of check marks was a pink 80. I was beaming. I texted my dad to tell him the news. I shared it with those I loved. I was proud. I am proud.

For years, I had struggled with writing more academic pieces, such as essays (especially the dreadful five paragraph ones). In the 11th grade I decided that I was going to get better at this for of writing. I no longer wanted to get between 65% and 70% on my English assignments. I wanted to get 80% and above. By grade 12 I was getting 84% on some of my assignments and I started of my Creative Writing course with 96%. I felt amazing. I’d reached my goal. Suddenly before second semester, my parents and school counsellor recommended that I retake the grade 12 English that I had done in summer school (I liked to take a course ahead of time in order to not end up with English, Math and Science all at once…it always happened to me in grades 9 and 10). in order to be more competitive for university. I was reluctant but I did.

My teacher was great, he ran our schools writing club, which I was apart of and he also taught my younger sister earlier on in the year. He was the toughest teacher in the English department, and the scariest…but I didn’t think so. He was actually very nice, and he helped me improve on many things throughout the year. Unfortunately, though I had started his class getting 80%, my marks became 60%. I was heartbroken. For the first time in that year I was so frustrated and disappointed with my marks that I had to fight back tears in class. I nearly thought about leaving. I’d gotten 3 assignments back in a row, all 65% or lower. It made me feel like throwing up. I felt hopeless. I wasted my time retaking a course that I didn’t need to redo and I was doing worse than before. I finished the class off with 70%, which was lower than the mark I’d gotten in summer school. I was so angry that I wasn’t sure of what I should do. I never wanted to go through that again but I learned that sometimes when we work hard, we don’t always get the results we want but what doing well in university English has taught me, is that my teacher from high school pushed us so that we would be ready for university English assignments and that if we try hard and it doesn’t work the first time, you just need to try something different.

Each assignment I do, if my professors or T.A’s make any comments I will take them and improve upon what they said for future assigned work.

I really wanted to share this with you all because though I have always loved reading and writing, and though English is my favourite class, throughout my elementary and high school careers, my teachers had discouraged me from pursuing English entirely. One teacher even wrote that they didn’t believe I had any interest in the subject of English, while my parents and I knew that I had been writing novels and stories for years and had been assisting my friends with their English homework. I proved that teacher wrong a year later when I was again put into their English class. I think maybe they just didn’t like me because I also had them for Art and I’m always getting 84% to like 90% in Art and this teacher gave me a 60%. Plus when I proved them wrong about the English thing, they gave me a 65% and wrote on a book mark they made me, “Your love for storytelling brings a unique (something or other) to your writing.”

I try to be optimistic so when people try to discourage me I end up trying harder.

The bad experiences that I had with my teachers in the past has also showed me what not to do when I myself become a teacher. I want to be an encourager of talent, a trusted person that my students can go to when they need someone to listen, and someone who allows them to let their dreams take flight.

Well….to those with exams I wish you all the best!

–Orion.

First Week at University

This week I started university. The first day was a bit overwhelming. When my family left I wasn’t sure of what to do with myself for the next few hours. I felt almost as though they had abandoned me, even though I had been so excited to live on my own and make new friends.

Days later I began to meet great new people and today I am preparing for my very first lecture. I’m excited for the class and am looking forward to the novels that we will be reading as well as the things we’re going to study. I hope that I will enjoy the course and that I will like the professor.

Everyone at this university seems very friendly and easy going. It isn’t hard to make friends and for the first time I’m actually happy to be back at school in September.

Thank you to all of the wonderful ISW leaders here at my school for introducing me to cool people and for making the transition from High school to University so much easier.

Goodbye High School

Yesterday I finished my final exams and all I could think was, “Boy did time fly.” It feels as if moments ago I was sword fighting with my cousins by the lake, and then in a blink of an eye I’m an eighteen year old kid sitting on my bed reading all of the short stories I’ve written over the last two years.

I’ve said this many times in the last month that I am ready to move on to the next chapter of my life. I’m ready to try and do things on my own without my parents coaching me along the way (though their coaching does help me come to a decision faster…). I told my sister multiple times, “High school is done and I have no regrets.” I’ve forgiven the people that hurt me, left behind those that weren’t the right company, and successfully finally figured out which studying methods work best for me (insert props/daps here).

If there was anything that I could have changed, it would have been to get the nerve to ask an old friend of mine, “What did I do wrong?” Though I’ve told myself after not speaking to them for two years that I am over it. There is still this pesky little voice in the back of my head saying, “Ask! Just ask! It’s a simple question!” but I feel as though there is nothing to ask anymore. Two years is a long time…or so it seems.

They surprising spoke to me first…which I tried to be casual about. I didn’t say, “What the heck is your deal man? You ignore me for two years and then you come to tell me that your ‘boo’ wants me to wait for them? Yah…NO!”  I could never see myself saying that in reality, however if I did speak like this to people it would be very gutsy of me….I simply said, “Oh okay. No problem.” and that was the end of the conversation. Yes my friend hurt me, and yes we aren’t friends anymore but I let it go….

Okay why did I have to say that? Now that song is going to be in my head all day! Stupid…movie. Okay I actually like the movie. I’ve watched it three times with my niece. I think Hans is cool and I like Olaf because when I mimic his voice my niece gives me “warm hugs.”

Anyway! That was really off topic…so if I were to go back in time and change ONE thing it would be that I would straight up ask my friend if they were alright during that first week when they started avoiding me. And if they claimed that nothing was wrong and continued to ignore me then I would simply let it be. I wouldn’t fuss about it or let myself get hurt by it (and trust me it feels like getting stabbed in the chest when the kid you’ve known since the 5th grade suddenly starts to push you out of their life). I wouldn’t have dwelled on it for so long or spent the summer going, “Maybe I should go see if they want to get a slushie?” and never bothering to get off my butt out of fear that they might say no.

I’m just happy that the two years of silence were broken…and that I didn’t have break it.

Well that’s the end of this post because apparently my computer needs to restart in exactly 4 minutes!

Hope everyone has a great summer!

Goodbyes: The End of Both Writer’s Club, and High School

Over the last year, I have grown a lot as a writer. I’ve broken out of my shell and joined groups where I can spend time with other writers, doing exercises, editing, and learning about new competitions. The experience has be great, and it has helped me meet so many extraordinary people. It even helped me build a strong relationship with some of my teachers, whom of which now I trust quite a lot, and will greatly miss when I leave this small school of mine.

This week, we heard that the club would be dwindling down, as the year is coming to an end. Exams are, unfortunately much closer than we want to believe.

It’s still hard to believe that four years of my life have just zipped by. It’s as if I’d been sitting on a train in the subway waiting for my next stop. I knew it was coming, however it happened all so suddenly. Thankfully, unlike a subway train, the memories I made are not a blurred image in a window. These memories are so clear, it is as if they happened yesterday.

If only there were some way to say, “Goodbye,” without it meaning farewell.

Though I am ready to begin the next chapter in my life, saying goodbye will still feel odd. It’s as if somewhere inside of me, I think that after I walk out those doors and get on the bus for the final time, that I’ll be back again the next day….I loved my time as this little school. I have no regrets. I wouldn’t do a thing different. High school was absolutely perfect, and the memories I made during these last four years, will always be remembered in my heart as something worth cherishing.Image

I do hope that in university there will be some sort of group for writers, where I can go and meet those who have similar interests as me. I hope that I made an excellent, strong group of friends like the ones I will be finishing with. I will do my best not to crawl back into my shell, and let my presence be known. In order for these wishes of mine to become a reality, I must take small baby steps and make the first move.

While I am away, I will try and start up a list of advice to give to my younger sister, as she will need it quite soon after. It will be strange not having her storm around the house while getting ready in the morning (she isn’t a morning person). Well, I’m sure that I will get used to the changes eventually.

Till next time,

 

Orion.

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It’s Been a While…

So…it’s been a while since I’ve done any blogging…thankfully I don’t have to say the same thing about writing.

Recently, I’ve been preparing myself for the next chapter of my life: university. I’ve actually started to look into the area where I might be going to school, and I’ve been checking out a lot of the different activities so that I might get familiar with the community.

I figure, if you’re going to be living somewhere for 4 to 6 years, you should know a little bit about it.

Writing has been going very well lately. I can say I’ve made some good progress. I actually did a little experimentation…not to sure if I like it, but I can change it when I go back and edit.

Since the school year is coming to an end, I’ve been getting hammered with assignments, and tests (which is why I haven’t blogged in a while), and I honestly am at the point where all I want to do is sleep, eat, run and write. That’s it. Nothing else…well, okay I don’t like strict routines, so I guess I’ll throw in a couple of surprises here and there.

I finally got a job interview…I’m supposed to find out if I got the job today, however…I haven’t heard back yet. I hope I do by the end of the week. I really need the money for school. I personally think that I did well in that interview. I answered things confidently, and as honestly as I could without sugar coating or motor mouthing anything….

That was a funny way to put it. In other words, I didn’t make myself look like an idiot.

Well, I hope that I can get back to blogging more often.

If I get the job, I’ll have a lot to talk about, since I love this kind of work.

Anyway, I hope that everyone has a great rest of the week.

If you’re here with me in Canada, get out and enjoy the beautiful weather before it’s gone.

 

Till next time,

Orion.

Are You Nervous?

Today a friend of mine asked if I felt nervous about graduating high school.
My answer to her was, “No. Actually, I’m ready to get out of here.”
She looked at me with a surprised expression, as I explained to her that I felt that my time in high school was over and that I was ready for what university life and beyond had in store for me.
Often when we have discussions about my future plans, my parents say that I have my entire life ahead of me to think about these things (buying a house, marriage, etc.), however, like all teenagers believe, I don’t think they understand.
Yes, I have planned out a lot of my future, and though I’ve been told that knowing what I want to do with my life, and having such a plan is uncommon for people of my age, I think it is good to set a course for myself. By knowing which path I want to take now, I am able to get the directions early. Because of this, I know that if I happen to hit a bump in the road, there are still many other ways for me to get to where I want to be. I have no doubt in my mind that I will reach my planned destination, and even if I have to make a few stops along the way, it won’t bother me, for I know where I’m headed.
There are things that I do get worried about, such as living on my own, the well-being of my family and my friends, and finding a summer job. I thank God that I realized what career path I wanted to take at a young age. It’s just one thing less to worry about, and it grants me peace in one of the most important areas of my life.
No, I’m not nervous about what lays before me after I leave high school. I’m excited to see what’s in store for me. I’m ready to have that full sense of freedom. I’m ready to enter into a new atmosphere and have a change of scenery. Yes I know that it is rare for someone my age to feel this way, especially with universities checking into my mid-term marks, but honestly I know that I’ll be perfectly fine. I’m completely at ease with this whole university thing.
Please feel free to share your experiences about leaving high school, or moving out with me. I’m very interested in hearing the thoughts that other people had. Also if you are able to sum up how you felt/feel about leaving high school into 140 characters, send me a tweet @OrionRyder.