Updates

It’s been a while since I graced the internet with a highly entertaining blog post (sarcasm,) so I thought I’d give you a few updates!

TOURETTES. CAMP. WAS. EPIC!!! That’s all I can really say about that because of hippa and stuff. But mostly because saying how awesome it was would take a novel and patience that I unfortunately do not possess.

So, on to today. I’m currently moving out of a 4 bedroom student apartment to a 1 bedroom, which is why I’m procrastinating on packing by writing A blog post.

Why am I moving? Because of a lovely Comorbid called sensory processing issues. I was lucky last semester to have the greatest roomies in the entire world. But I have trouble processing every day noises such as keyboards, a microwave ding, vacuum cleaners, and other things that would be ridiculous to ask people not to make. Especially the microwave one. Seriously, this is college!

Anyways, due to a large course load I decided to give myself the comfort of not having to worry about any noises besides my own. And trust me, my sanity is worth the extra 100 bucks a month!

That’s all I have for now! Because it’s 4 in the morning and I need sleep 🙂

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Going away

I always knew I’d go to college. Why not? I’d always gotten good grades. However, as my senior year of high school approached I began to realize that grades were just a tiny part of going away to college. I couldn’t cook. I didn’t drive or do laundry. I had a lot of anxiety. I was fully dependent financially and emotionally on my parents.

So despite getting into all of my colleges, I chose to go to community college. Not because of my grades, but because I just wasn’t ready to leave home.

That was four years ago, and I am about to enter my second year away at a 4 year school. And trust me- after 2 years at community college- I was MORE than ready to leave home. Now that it’s summer, I just have to learn how to live with my parents again! 🙂

The bully that everyone loved

It’s hard to think of something worse. All throughout my school years I was bullied relentlessly by the most popular girl in school . Everyone loved her. I wouldn’t have minded it if just the students loved her, but the teachers loved her too. She even won the principals citizenship award.

She was the worst type of bully-a behind the scenes bully. She put on a fake smile, librarian glasses, and a sing songy voice in front of the teachers, and ripped into me when they weren’t looking.

I don’t know what it was about me. I seemed to be the only one she bullied , which was unusual.

But every day on the bus, she would splash her bottle of water on me as I walked down the aisle of the bus. I tried to sit in the front. She’d sit next to me. I’d get off at the stop after her. She’d find a way to splash me.

She wrote elaborate, thought out raps about my “ugly” face and had her friends sing them every chance she got. I changed up my route to class in hopes to avoid it, but it never worked.

She copied my paper in the 2nd grade and denied it. I had never even contemplated the idea of copying off of someone else’s work. Why would you use someone else’s answers on your assignment? That didn’t make sense to my second grade self. I remember being in tears. She was stone faced. Everyone saw me cry. I remember going to lunch and not buying milk in the lunch line so nobody would have a chance to confront me about how I was crying. I was so upset. I remember very few details from elementary school, but I vividly remember that day. Why? Because it was so hurtful to me. I couldn’t forget it because it was a scar on my innocence. It was the day I recognized that there was bad in the world, and that not everyone followed the rules.

Of course, the teacher would have known that I hadn’t cheated. but it was a sub that day. And the sub was my bully’s moms best friend.

Her mom was a very influential part of the community, and her mom was the nicest person i’d ever met. She’d always say hello and give me a big hug whenever she saw me. She made me feel important and loved. I just didn’t understand what made her daughter so hateful of me.

I wish I could say she got what was coming to her. But she graduated with honors, was prom queen, and went to a prestigious university . She even won a state beauty pageant. I kid you not. It would have only been worse if her platform was “anti bullying.”

I refuse to be angry that she’s so successful. I don’t want to stoop to her level. Instead, I choose to focus on the fact that I have a 4.0 in my 4 th year of college, despite all the hell she caused me .

To get to the point-Bullying sucks. Don’t do it. And remember that if someone is bullying you, it gets better. Even if the bully ends up as ms America.

A lighter fare

I typically think in a very deep, philosophical way. Naturally, my blog adopts a similar deep, philosophical style.

So, i figured I’d add a lighter fare to the blog menu, and occasionally post something light and philosophical. Sorry, I can’t stop being philosophical altogether. It’s just not in me.

So, here goes:

I’ve always wondered about how words and sayings change over the years. All sayings have an origin at some point or another. But if you think about it, the phrase “hay is for horses, save it for your marriage” makes absolutely no sense in current times. The phrase “beating a dead horse” is just morbid (gosh, I hope that doesn’t have historical origins.) or what about “the pot calling the kettle black?”

The point is, the original meanings have been forgotten. But how did that come about? Obviously there’s not a specific point in time where the origins were forgotten. There’s probably a really simple answer to this, but don’t you find it interesting to just contemplate things? No? Ok.

As you can see, TS is probably the least interesting thing about my brain. 🙂

ONE WEEK MOREEEE

To quote les miserables, (a modified version,) possibly the greatest musical in forever-

ONE WEEK MOREEEEE!

That’s right, one more week until I go to Tourette’s camp. I am really. Really. REALLLLYYYY EXCITED!

I don’t have any philosophical thoughts today, just a burst of emotion over the impending enjoyment of Tourette’s camp. 🙂

Publicity

Well, despite the US team losing the World Cup yesterday, Tim Howard had become internationally known as the most bada$@ goalie on the face of the earth. (Pardon the language.) Someone even changed the Wikipedia page for “US secretary of defense” to “Tim Howard.”

As you may recall from my last post, Tim Howard has Tourette syndrome. So is his “newfound” fame a good thing or a bad thing for the TS community?

The answer- a little bit both. It is mostly a good thing. Tim is a good advocate for TS and isn’t afraid to talk about it in front of the media. So where does the bad stuff come in?

Mostly the reception. Any media coverage on TS, good or bad, tends to bring out the internet critics in hoards. Luckily, the naysayers are few and far between.

Here’s hoping Tim helps the world get educated!