Well I can honestly say this past week has been absolutely hellashis. Why do movies make it seem like it would be the worst thing ever to be trapped on a desert island? I'll take a one way ticket. Yes it has been ridiculous, but it must be normal to deal with things that serve no purpose what so ever.
I'll give you some examples.
1) Trigonometry.
Why do I need to know the height of a person compared to a building 163829 ft tall? WHO CARES! I have never been someone to walk up to a random building and think "Oh gee I wonder how much taller this skyscraper is than me? Let me take out my ruler from my butt and do some meaningless calculations, because this will really come in handy one day." YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SMALLER THAN THE GOSH DARN BUILDING. I failed my first trig test. Let's just leave it at that.
2) Body chemistry.
The definition of anatomy and physiology is the study of body parts and their relation to one another, and how they function. Last time I checked, you do not need to know that Jell-O is mixture that appears translucent or milky, in order to be an athletic trainer. Teach me where the ACL or PCL is so I know to send an athlete to the hospital when their leg is dangling from their socket! But thank you professor for defining Jell-O. I guess it's not your fault. You're older than the automobile. But I appreciate the D on the test. I can't define what membrane surrounds the parietal cavity or even what that is, but I can save your life if your heart stops and tape an ankle blindfolded. But that doesn't matter. "Trainer! Trainer! There's a bone popping out of this athletes leg! What should we do?" My response, "Step away from the athlete! I know what Jell-O is!"
3) High school drama queens.
At a very young age, I was taught to not worry about things you have no control over, because it is a waste of time. I wish others would think this way. I don't have time to hear how upset and offended you are about not being invited to a party that a good friend of MINE is throwing. I wasn't invited. Do I care? NO. Why not? Because I am too busy trying to figure out the height of that building and how to classify hormones, because someone thinks that knowing that stuff is really important. Also, if you want advice from your friend, not a random street walker, your friend, don't act like you're the only person in the world who has problems. That's a one way ticket to a slap in the hoo-ha. Stop trying to give yourself a hemorrhage by thinking of ways to change the outcome of a situation that you had no business in being associated with. Don't have a stroke, because I'm sure I'll have to learn about pudding before I learn how to treat that.
4) Clubbing.
Have we not learned I can't even say hello to a cute boy without running away? Why would I want random ones coming up to me and rubbing their dirty selves on me? I've seen Jersey Shore, don't tell me clubs are just so friends can hang out. If you want to hang out with me, let's watch the Lion King and eat cupcakes. I can give you ten names of people who would love to join me in that fun. Because I choose to take a stand on my clubbing morals, I had three friends follow in my footsteps. I wouldn't say I'm a role model, but I know my right from wrong. I love to hang out, I love to dance, I love having adventures with my friends, but not in a place filled with sloppy people, scary strangers, and surrounded by smoke. That sounds terrifying.
5) Meany-Bo-Beanies.
My sister taught me how to speak munchkin language, because mean words don't solve a problem. But we definitely had a problem this week. I've mentioned a few times how I helped out with my old football team, as an assistant athletic trainer in training. Well the annual banquet was last week, and to my surprise only a select few were invited. Now I could write an entire entry based on this topic alone, but I'm ready to put this mess behind me, so I'll just give the important details. In the two years I was in sports medicine, I served almost 2000 community service hours. The past fall, I served about 300. The only time I missed practice was because I had a 102 degree fever, and was told not to get out of bed. If you know me, you would know I would have ignored the doctor and gone to practice anyway. Why? Because for some strange reason God decided to give me the passion for athletic training. It's not for the sport, it's not for the cute athletes, and it's not to spend time with my favorite girls. It's because there are two things in this world that make me happier than ever, because I seem to be good at them. Music, and sports medicine. Sports medicine took longer to get the hang of, but it was something I wanted to be good at. The new trainer, the one I mentioned who wasn't the most pleasant person on earth, decided to not recognize any of the things I did for her this past season. And not just me, but some of the other girls too, who put a lot of time and effort into training. According to her, we were not dedicated enough to the team. But she couldn't be bothered to tell me in person, she had one of my friends text me and tell me her opinions. Was I wrong to be offended by this? No. This actually really struck a nerve. I felt completely unappreciated, unwanted, and disliked. But these feelings have been building up throughout the season, because it was like no matter what you did, her opinions about you were not going to change. She gave no reasons, she never said anything. Not even hello. Especially not thank you. Ever. Now, please don't misinterpret what I'm saying. I wasn't upset I couldn't go to the banquet, I was upset as of why I couldn't. I felt like she lied to me. I wasn't dedicated? I was at practice more than her. We all were. I blame her for the reason I failed my math test. But like I said, if you can't control the situation why worry about it? There will always be people like this, but good news is, you're not like them:)
During football season I did a lot of observations by the quarterback. Please ignore the fact that I just made myself sound like a total creep, but during that time I notice before every play he would yell "Blue-42!" I'm not fluent in sport terminology, so I was the typical girl who was always asking questions. I asked the quarterback, wide receivers, and coaches what "Blue-42" meant. You know what it means? Absolutely nothing. It is just another one of those things that serves no purpose what so ever. They say it just to say it. But don't yell out "Pink-63!" The whole team will get confused. Not sure why if it serves no purpose?
I'm not sure why God is telling me to stick with Blue out of all people. It would seem that Blue is serving no purpose. ("Blue-42!") But that's completely false. I don't understand why college is so difficult ("Blue-42!), but as long as it's keeping me from being poor and living with my parents for the rest of my life, I'll suck it up with a straw. I will never understand why people are the way they are ("Blue-42!), maybe it's a test. Proof of what not to do. Over all, this whole Blue thing is beyond words. I can't even begin to describe how pointless I feel it is at times. However, there's that great saying that everything happens for a reason, and God has a plan for your life although you may not see it yet.
I don't understand why I do half the things I do.
Why do I like lemons so much?
Why do dance around in my undies singing in a hairbrush at 18?
Why do I suck at all things numbers and can write a paper in under an hour?
Why can I write a paper in under an hour but can't write a song to save my life?
There are other questions that apply to everyone that we may never understand either.
Why are there mean people in the world?
Why is there a setting on the toaster to burn your toast?
Why do you say cheese before taking a picture?
Why do they make it impossible for students to pass school?
Why do we care so much what people think about us?
Why do we believe there are a million stars, but when there's wet paint on the wall we have to touch it?
If God can make anything happen, why can't he just hand things to us?
I can't answer any of those questions, but the last one.
"It's about making us shine brighter and improving our value, if not God's eyes,who already loves us perfectly, then perhaps in our own."
So, I guess technically everything serves a purpose. It's to make you stronger. Oh yeah you know where I'm going....
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone
What doesn't kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps little lighter
Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone." -Kelly Clarkson
What a week it's been. But that's the way things go. All we can do is try our best and get through the things God throws at us. Although as annoying and stressful as they may be, we all have to do it.
Blue has turned into Blue-42. I don't get it. But I'm going to keep fighting because I will understand sooner or later. At least I know what Jell-O is.
As my biffle Elaina would say, "YOU GO GLEN COCO!" :)
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