Moving On

Moving On

I have known for a long time that my friends from high school might not manage to stay on as lifelong friends and companions, but a girl can dream right? We all have those friends from our high-school and middle school days that we believe will be around forever. They’ll be there for major birthdays, for parties, they’re the wedding party material, the godparents of future children, and ‘aunts’ and ‘uncles’ when they’re at family functions. That’s the romantic-comedy dream that we all live with and imagine. I desperately wish that every person could have at least one friend…

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Christmas Traditions

Christmas Traditions

I have been denied the ability to decorate for Christmas until Thanksgiving instead of a traditional November 1st decorating day so I’m gonna rant about my Christmases growing up for some more content for my web page design class.

I have a passion for all things Christmas. It’s sick really how much I love Christmas and all things jolly, but it’s something that I grew up loving and appreciating more than anything. Maybe it was the fluffy white snow? The longed-for trips up to Iowa to visit my family, the nights spent up late with my sister waiting for…

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The Truth About Drunk Driving

The Truth About Drunk Driving

I started off with a great Monday, which as you might know, is a rarity for most. I love Monday’s. They mean a fresh start, a new beginning, but for me, today they meant, test prep, winter cold, and pre-test freak outs. It was a good day. I felt confident about the test, I rocked the test, and then called my Dad to tell him of my success. I wasn’t expecting my mom to answer his phone. I wasn’t expecting her to start talking in a somber tone, and I wasn’t expecting her to ask me…

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Life Advisors and Life Lessons

Life Advisors and Life Lessons

Earlier this semester I was asked to discover what kind of learner I am, it surprised me to be frank. The only other time I had heard of the “types of learners,” I was a freshman in high school, arguing with my father over who my English teacher would be. Finally, tired of dealing with a hormonal teenage girl with too much sass, he yelled, “I cannot be a teacher and not know what type of learner my own child is.” That managed to shut me up. (I’m sure by now you’ve assumed that he…

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