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ESSAYY!~
YAY!~ I finished my essay. It's not the best thing in the world, but it's done. I'm not sure it fits "Personal Narrative" but whatever. I don't really know what that means anyway. At least it's done, hahahah! XP
Continue on, if you want to read... ((I know you don't, but we'll pretend you do. XP ))
Of Pickles and Penguins
I've always believed that complaining is a universal language. Even if you don't know what people are complaining about, you understand that they're complaining. I'm sure we've all been the complainer before as well as the "sympathetic ear" -- I know I've put countless people in the "symathetic ear" category with all the complaining I've done.
One of the things I complained about the most was ROTC and the Unarmed Drill Team. Any complaint you can think of, I've complained about -- from the uniforms to pickles and penguins to drilling. Everything annoyed me and I hated it. I couldn't even do anything else because all my time was sucked away for practice. Before school, at lunch, after school, and most Saturdays, all devoted to practice -- I was at school for ten hours a day all year!
There were so many times when I'd think to myself, "Why am I doing this?" and I would come up with nothing. Why was I doing it? If I hated it so much, why not just quit? But I couldn't. My excuses all came down to "I don't want to let down the team" and "I don't want to be a quiter."
There was a time where I did quit. It only lasted for two weeks, but I quit none-the-less. It was near the beginning of the year, only a month since Unarmed had started up again, but the drama level was exceedingly high. Everything pissed me off, from my teammates to the commander to how slow everything was moving with competition looming in the distance.
The day I quit wasn't all that different from the other days at practice. The commander was teaching the new people another move -- "Ballerina". I was away for just a few minutes, but when I came back, I saw everyone was doing it wrong because the commander was teaching it wrong! I upset and told the commander she was teaching the move incorrectly and showed her the correct movements, but the others didn't want to change what they had just learned.
"Let's just do it this way, since most of us know it this way," one of my teammates said.
I was furious! It wasn't a big deal, but at that point, it didn't matter to me. All the resentment and anger I felt towards the team overflowed and I ended up screaming something along the lines of, "Can I just quit?! 'Cause all this is freakin' frustrating me!"
Everyone stared. I was usually a calm, level-headed person, so my cry of outrage was totally unexpected.
"Whatever," I said, my rage suddenly leaving as quick as it came, "I quit."
The next two weeks passed in a blur. I was still hanging around after school because my sister was still on the team and our mom picked us up everyday. Guilt nagged at me everytime I saw the team practicing. Only a few weeks to competition and they had to find a replacement and teach them the routine thus far as well as finish the routine -- how could I not feel guilty?
Finally, after two weeks of constant begging from my sister, I rejoined the team. Although the guilt was gone, my workload increased those last two weeks before competition as I had to relearn the routine from another position in the formation (they had already found a replacement for me, but someone else couldn't go to competition).
At the end of the year, both my sister and I told each other, "We're not going back." All summer, we ranted about how the team sucked, all the problems the team had, and how it was worthless and a waste of our time. But when the next year came? We were back again.
Just the other day, my friend was complaining about volleyball practice and how she dreaded going everyday.
"Why do I keep doing it?" she asked me rhetorically after she was done expressing her displeasure. I thought about it for a moment and then it hit me.
"See!" I pointed at her excitedly, "You can't say anything about me and RO!"
She looked confused for second, but then it dawned on her. She had been one of the people to tell me to quit RO and Unarmed since I always complained about it, but here she was, complaining about her sport with no intention of quitting. We sat and pondered on the reasoning behind our decisions for a minute, then returned to our classwork.
I can think of numerous people who have been in the exact situation both my friend and I were in. Most of the people on Unarmed were in that position too. They were back on the team when school came back in session when, just a few months ago, they were venomously denied the idea of returning. But the question is, why do we keep doing the things we seem to dislike with passion? Why do we make ourselves suffer? The only answer I can come up with is that we don't dislike it.
We complain because we care. Whether it be about the stain on the carpet that so-and-so made or the amount of homework you have to do or even that A- you got on that math test -- okay, the last one might be just me -- you complain because it matters to you.
Whenever I get on one of my RO or Unarmed rants, I get.. energetic. Everything goes into expressing my feelings towards the topic at hand -- all my anger and frustrations are let out. There's a weird sort of contentness that comes with the relief of letting it all out. I always feel like I can go on forever, even though it doesn't solve anything... But that's the thing about complaining, isn't it? Even though complaining doesn't result in any form of resolution, we still do it because it makes us feel better -- even if it's only for a few minutes.
Does that sound like personal narrative to you? I have no idea what it sounds like, but it sounds dumb, lol. XP
I need to study for the Health test tomorrow. =( I'm scaredddd! 'Cause I don't feel like I know the information. BLAHHH!~ And I haven't done an ounce of note-taking for the next chapter. x_x Damn.. I don't want to stress! ARGHHH!~ =/ I wanna drop Health.. ;_; Damn stress...
~Remula
Continue on, if you want to read... ((I know you don't, but we'll pretend you do. XP ))
I've always believed that complaining is a universal language. Even if you don't know what people are complaining about, you understand that they're complaining. I'm sure we've all been the complainer before as well as the "sympathetic ear" -- I know I've put countless people in the "symathetic ear" category with all the complaining I've done.
One of the things I complained about the most was ROTC and the Unarmed Drill Team. Any complaint you can think of, I've complained about -- from the uniforms to pickles and penguins to drilling. Everything annoyed me and I hated it. I couldn't even do anything else because all my time was sucked away for practice. Before school, at lunch, after school, and most Saturdays, all devoted to practice -- I was at school for ten hours a day all year!
There were so many times when I'd think to myself, "Why am I doing this?" and I would come up with nothing. Why was I doing it? If I hated it so much, why not just quit? But I couldn't. My excuses all came down to "I don't want to let down the team" and "I don't want to be a quiter."
There was a time where I did quit. It only lasted for two weeks, but I quit none-the-less. It was near the beginning of the year, only a month since Unarmed had started up again, but the drama level was exceedingly high. Everything pissed me off, from my teammates to the commander to how slow everything was moving with competition looming in the distance.
The day I quit wasn't all that different from the other days at practice. The commander was teaching the new people another move -- "Ballerina". I was away for just a few minutes, but when I came back, I saw everyone was doing it wrong because the commander was teaching it wrong! I upset and told the commander she was teaching the move incorrectly and showed her the correct movements, but the others didn't want to change what they had just learned.
"Let's just do it this way, since most of us know it this way," one of my teammates said.
I was furious! It wasn't a big deal, but at that point, it didn't matter to me. All the resentment and anger I felt towards the team overflowed and I ended up screaming something along the lines of, "Can I just quit?! 'Cause all this is freakin' frustrating me!"
Everyone stared. I was usually a calm, level-headed person, so my cry of outrage was totally unexpected.
"Whatever," I said, my rage suddenly leaving as quick as it came, "I quit."
The next two weeks passed in a blur. I was still hanging around after school because my sister was still on the team and our mom picked us up everyday. Guilt nagged at me everytime I saw the team practicing. Only a few weeks to competition and they had to find a replacement and teach them the routine thus far as well as finish the routine -- how could I not feel guilty?
Finally, after two weeks of constant begging from my sister, I rejoined the team. Although the guilt was gone, my workload increased those last two weeks before competition as I had to relearn the routine from another position in the formation (they had already found a replacement for me, but someone else couldn't go to competition).
At the end of the year, both my sister and I told each other, "We're not going back." All summer, we ranted about how the team sucked, all the problems the team had, and how it was worthless and a waste of our time. But when the next year came? We were back again.
Just the other day, my friend was complaining about volleyball practice and how she dreaded going everyday.
"Why do I keep doing it?" she asked me rhetorically after she was done expressing her displeasure. I thought about it for a moment and then it hit me.
"See!" I pointed at her excitedly, "You can't say anything about me and RO!"
She looked confused for second, but then it dawned on her. She had been one of the people to tell me to quit RO and Unarmed since I always complained about it, but here she was, complaining about her sport with no intention of quitting. We sat and pondered on the reasoning behind our decisions for a minute, then returned to our classwork.
I can think of numerous people who have been in the exact situation both my friend and I were in. Most of the people on Unarmed were in that position too. They were back on the team when school came back in session when, just a few months ago, they were venomously denied the idea of returning. But the question is, why do we keep doing the things we seem to dislike with passion? Why do we make ourselves suffer? The only answer I can come up with is that we don't dislike it.
We complain because we care. Whether it be about the stain on the carpet that so-and-so made or the amount of homework you have to do or even that A- you got on that math test -- okay, the last one might be just me -- you complain because it matters to you.
Whenever I get on one of my RO or Unarmed rants, I get.. energetic. Everything goes into expressing my feelings towards the topic at hand -- all my anger and frustrations are let out. There's a weird sort of contentness that comes with the relief of letting it all out. I always feel like I can go on forever, even though it doesn't solve anything... But that's the thing about complaining, isn't it? Even though complaining doesn't result in any form of resolution, we still do it because it makes us feel better -- even if it's only for a few minutes.
Does that sound like personal narrative to you? I have no idea what it sounds like, but it sounds dumb, lol. XP
I need to study for the Health test tomorrow. =( I'm scaredddd! 'Cause I don't feel like I know the information. BLAHHH!~ And I haven't done an ounce of note-taking for the next chapter. x_x Damn.. I don't want to stress! ARGHHH!~ =/ I wanna drop Health.. ;_; Damn stress...
~Remula
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~Remula