In which Jenny learns from her past mistakes.

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Yay for legalizing gay marriage in all 50 states! It’s a good step forward, America. [Check out Kenzie’s post all about that here.]

I wrote a post a few months ago here. It was about how I couldn’t stop thinking about Mint (code-name for one of my ex-crushes) because we didn’t have any classes together in high school. I thought that it was such a big deal. But now that freshman year is finally over, I’ve realized something: I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE. Honestly, all feelings that I had in middle school just disappeared. I think that’s a valuable lesson we can all learn from: feelings change. As we grow up, we mature and begin to realize how childish and irrational ex-crushes are, and we move on! I’ve come to realize that I wasted two-thirds of my lowly middle school life liking some douchebag [& other names that are not very pleasant] who wasn’t even worth my time. Something I can tell Kenzie’s grandkids about. XD All in all, don’t make the same mistake I made. Instead, focus on yourself, your friends, your hobbies, and your grades. [Be grateful I put my life experiences on this blog so you guys can learn from my mistakes. …Wow, in a way, I’m kind of like Dan Howell from danisnotonfire on YouTube, I guess. O.O *cue Reasons Why Dan’s a Fail music*]

Eat some celebratory Nutella,

~Jenny

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In which Jenny writes a note to herself and hopefully if you’re having the same problem you can learn from this too.

because of course you know there isn’t a happy is a bittersweet ending.

(Don’t judge me on the pictures, I’m a hipster and I was tempted. When I want to post hipster pictures, I post hipster pictures. XD)

In relation to Kenzie’s post, I’m gonna be talking about high school. Just a quick one, though. Because I am having difficulties right now…About what, you say? Schedules. I’m trying to keep my thoughts away from Mint (we’re calling him that) but it’s not working. And we don’t have any classes together, although I’ll see him during passing time from photography.

Now you’re gonna learn from my mistakes, ladies and gentlemen: please don’t freak out whether you have one class, all classes, or none with someone you like in high school, or your best friend, or your worst enemy. Because the possibility is that you’ll only talk to him a few times, ’cause you’ll have other awesome & amazing friends to hang out with! You’ll also (hopefully) make new friends, so please calm down.

Okay, to be honest I’m writing this post just so I can calm myself down because I was seriously freaking out…I still kind of am. XD

That’s all I have to say.

a part of me is slowly crumbling away, because i’m the tea cookie and he’s the tea.

~Jenny

High School Never Ends

Or at least that’s how one of my favorite bands, Bowling for Soup, put it.

But really, does high school really last forever? Are you still going to be looked in the future the same way you were in high school Who knows? But this question still lingers in my mind. Who do I want to be in high school? How do I want to leave my mark at that school?

The answer for me is simple: I want to be myself.

The truth is, I’ve worried about fitting in before, but now I have reached the point of not caring about what others think of me. If they like me, that’s great, if they don’t, that’s on them. Everyone is different. I’m not going to hate someone just because everyone else does. I have made that mistake before, and I won’t make it again. I’m going to take the time to know the person before judgement.

I’ve learned a lot about life over the past two years, and I’ll sum it up. Reality is scary. People aren’t always who you think they are. People hurt other people because they can. But there’s people who are ones to lend a helping hand, and help build your true character. I’ve been lucky enough to know a handful of those people, in real life and online, but I want that to be part of me. I want that to be part of who I am, and I’m trying to work on it.

So, if high school in fact does never end, at least I will be seen for who I am, and who I aspire to be. Fangirl, writer, lover (of a lot of things), future teacher, and just me.

Because that’s all I ever want to be. And so should you. Forget the haters, you being you is the best thing you can be.

Geronimo.