Post by Sar on Sept 12, 2010 21:25:47 GMT -5
Hey Lemanski,
It always seems like every teacher pretends to want to know you, but in truth they already have a first impression of you. That first time you walk through the door they know who and what they think you are and hold it against you, no matter what. Still, even though almost everyone is practically a carbon copy of one another I'll try this again.
To get the basics out of the way, my name is Melissa Sue Felton. I'm named after not one but both my parents. My mother, Susan Felton, and my father, Mel Felton. Narcissistic, isn't it? Naming your child not after the 'love' of you life but after your self. Actually, when I was about nine my mother told me my name was actually supposed to be Shanahan Delanie. Yeah, you heard right, Shanahan 'freaking' Delanie. Extremely awesome, correct? But no, I got stuck with unoriginal, egotistical, Melissa Sue. But I guess it is better that way, you would never quite expect my personality from that name. With a name like that it seem to blend but my psyche stands out like an anorexic in a doughnut shop. It has taken people time, eleven years of being in the same Auburn schools to get used to me but as soon as high school hit things just seemed to fall into place at school. Not quite as crazy as I was but I still trough insanity here and there to keep everyone on there toes, because what is life with out that one weirdo?
Yet to everyone else, really not knowing what to do with me in today's society, I seem to keep with a group of friends that are crazy or crazier then I am. Between my friends in Marching Band and my Cosplay buddies there have been lots of experiences that just give you that warm fuzzy feeling that the power of friendship radiates. Though I do remember this one time at Band Camp where my friend Lacey helped me look for my dot sheet. At band camp, the dot sheet is the single most important piece you will ever have. It you loose it the couch's will stare into your eyes and make your soul explode. During the four days of camp I lost my dot sheet six times, my soul being hacked apart into more pieces then Voldemort's. But after staying up three hours later then we were supposed to, sneaking around the cabin, and being a complete and total ninja, we found it under my mattress. It is a mystery to this day how this piece of awesome got to be under my mattress but at camp we do not question the Marching Gods. I really don't see how my friends put up with me with my constant emotional changes and straight out insanity but for some reason they just deal with it. I have been described by a lot of my friends but I have to say the best was what my friend Katherine said "Your like mold, extremely annoying but you just grow on people."
So for the most part my friends are the ones who keep me up and going, especially when the word school is involved. If it were my choice I would just skip to college and get it over with. I do not care much for school though I do understand why we go. To Quote the musical Wicked "The problem with schools is, they always try to teach the wrong lesson," In today's society they teach 'You have to be here,' instead of 'You GET to be here,' With this being taught just no one wants to go, and for those of us who do, the others just make it plain miserable.That's where my brother comes into play in all of this. It was my first day of Sixth grade, I had all the hopes, dreams, and the glazed view of life every child would have. That first day would set up my pessimistic opinion on people for the rest of my life. As soon as I walked in I wasn't Melissa Felton, I was Sean Felton's little sister, who everyone thought was the same exact person. Funny what a last name can do, isn't it, change someone complete opinion on you. That was the year I went from loving school to dreading every day. That is why I can't wait to leave high school, even though the teacher's are better then they were back then I know I still have issues with them. At least in college I will be judged off of my own actions, no matter what the god complex of the teacher.
Even though I do seem like a complete pessimist that isn't really isn't all of me, there are just many things that aggravate me. I'm pretty much like a volcano, I look peaceful until I go off, that is when all heck breaks loose and one of my friends plays mother nature as they attempt to calm me down. So the word temperamental or neurotic would describe me swimmingly. With these personality traits it constantly seems like my personality is changing. Along with that my favorites and likes seem to switch just as fast as my mood. Though there are a lot of things seems to stick with me through time, like the color purple. No I do not mean the book, I just mean the basic color. It sounds weird but certain colors can just make you feel relaxed, safe if I may say that. I see that color and it seems like a security of something that is never going to end. That perfect color that will be there even after you are gone. A safety net for generations.I really do hope that the people after us do have a better life, a world we can all be proud to live in, instead of what we have now. I really do want to help the world to build up to that. I have never wanted to be famous, with all that attention I can't truly be what I want, which is a Registered Nurse. Making a true difference to the future. Like Dr. Jonas Salk, an amazing man who gave away his polio vaccine away for free to help make a better future for everyone, not just the rich. I guess not being able to make a difference really does scare me. If I lost my mind and could no longer help the world I think I would truly die. Losing my mind has to be the only rational thing I am afraid of. Losing my independence would follow that fear for I could never let someone else take care of me.
I really do guess that this essay does explain me in a way I usually don't inside of a beginning of the year essay. It is different maybe making it a sign that this year will be different. The people, the class everything, changing for the better. That is the only thing I wish for this year. A chance for everything to be different. For people to learn and grow and to keep their minds open to the endless possibilities in this world. If I can help that happen then I think everything I wish to accomplish will just follow in time. One positive step leading to the next, making a path for all others to follow. Then of course, this can all just be a letter with no symbolism at all. Guess we'll just have to wait and find out.
Unicorns and Glitter,
Melissa Felton
It always seems like every teacher pretends to want to know you, but in truth they already have a first impression of you. That first time you walk through the door they know who and what they think you are and hold it against you, no matter what. Still, even though almost everyone is practically a carbon copy of one another I'll try this again.
To get the basics out of the way, my name is Melissa Sue Felton. I'm named after not one but both my parents. My mother, Susan Felton, and my father, Mel Felton. Narcissistic, isn't it? Naming your child not after the 'love' of you life but after your self. Actually, when I was about nine my mother told me my name was actually supposed to be Shanahan Delanie. Yeah, you heard right, Shanahan 'freaking' Delanie. Extremely awesome, correct? But no, I got stuck with unoriginal, egotistical, Melissa Sue. But I guess it is better that way, you would never quite expect my personality from that name. With a name like that it seem to blend but my psyche stands out like an anorexic in a doughnut shop. It has taken people time, eleven years of being in the same Auburn schools to get used to me but as soon as high school hit things just seemed to fall into place at school. Not quite as crazy as I was but I still trough insanity here and there to keep everyone on there toes, because what is life with out that one weirdo?
Yet to everyone else, really not knowing what to do with me in today's society, I seem to keep with a group of friends that are crazy or crazier then I am. Between my friends in Marching Band and my Cosplay buddies there have been lots of experiences that just give you that warm fuzzy feeling that the power of friendship radiates. Though I do remember this one time at Band Camp where my friend Lacey helped me look for my dot sheet. At band camp, the dot sheet is the single most important piece you will ever have. It you loose it the couch's will stare into your eyes and make your soul explode. During the four days of camp I lost my dot sheet six times, my soul being hacked apart into more pieces then Voldemort's. But after staying up three hours later then we were supposed to, sneaking around the cabin, and being a complete and total ninja, we found it under my mattress. It is a mystery to this day how this piece of awesome got to be under my mattress but at camp we do not question the Marching Gods. I really don't see how my friends put up with me with my constant emotional changes and straight out insanity but for some reason they just deal with it. I have been described by a lot of my friends but I have to say the best was what my friend Katherine said "Your like mold, extremely annoying but you just grow on people."
So for the most part my friends are the ones who keep me up and going, especially when the word school is involved. If it were my choice I would just skip to college and get it over with. I do not care much for school though I do understand why we go. To Quote the musical Wicked "The problem with schools is, they always try to teach the wrong lesson," In today's society they teach 'You have to be here,' instead of 'You GET to be here,' With this being taught just no one wants to go, and for those of us who do, the others just make it plain miserable.That's where my brother comes into play in all of this. It was my first day of Sixth grade, I had all the hopes, dreams, and the glazed view of life every child would have. That first day would set up my pessimistic opinion on people for the rest of my life. As soon as I walked in I wasn't Melissa Felton, I was Sean Felton's little sister, who everyone thought was the same exact person. Funny what a last name can do, isn't it, change someone complete opinion on you. That was the year I went from loving school to dreading every day. That is why I can't wait to leave high school, even though the teacher's are better then they were back then I know I still have issues with them. At least in college I will be judged off of my own actions, no matter what the god complex of the teacher.
Even though I do seem like a complete pessimist that isn't really isn't all of me, there are just many things that aggravate me. I'm pretty much like a volcano, I look peaceful until I go off, that is when all heck breaks loose and one of my friends plays mother nature as they attempt to calm me down. So the word temperamental or neurotic would describe me swimmingly. With these personality traits it constantly seems like my personality is changing. Along with that my favorites and likes seem to switch just as fast as my mood. Though there are a lot of things seems to stick with me through time, like the color purple. No I do not mean the book, I just mean the basic color. It sounds weird but certain colors can just make you feel relaxed, safe if I may say that. I see that color and it seems like a security of something that is never going to end. That perfect color that will be there even after you are gone. A safety net for generations.I really do hope that the people after us do have a better life, a world we can all be proud to live in, instead of what we have now. I really do want to help the world to build up to that. I have never wanted to be famous, with all that attention I can't truly be what I want, which is a Registered Nurse. Making a true difference to the future. Like Dr. Jonas Salk, an amazing man who gave away his polio vaccine away for free to help make a better future for everyone, not just the rich. I guess not being able to make a difference really does scare me. If I lost my mind and could no longer help the world I think I would truly die. Losing my mind has to be the only rational thing I am afraid of. Losing my independence would follow that fear for I could never let someone else take care of me.
I really do guess that this essay does explain me in a way I usually don't inside of a beginning of the year essay. It is different maybe making it a sign that this year will be different. The people, the class everything, changing for the better. That is the only thing I wish for this year. A chance for everything to be different. For people to learn and grow and to keep their minds open to the endless possibilities in this world. If I can help that happen then I think everything I wish to accomplish will just follow in time. One positive step leading to the next, making a path for all others to follow. Then of course, this can all just be a letter with no symbolism at all. Guess we'll just have to wait and find out.
Unicorns and Glitter,
Melissa Felton
