This is the first new post for !REVOLUTION for 2007.
I feel slightly honoured. :veryhappy:

The realization finally hit me: I’m going to be a seniour this year. Next year, I’ll be graduating and on my own. :argh: I’ve already planned on my senior shirt (since I’m homeschooled, I’m designing my own) and class ring, but with all the excitement, I’m still anxious about the fact that I’ll be on my own four or five states away from home. I’ve started preparing for my SAT’s (in March), and I’m hoping to just spend a couple Saturday’s by myself at Barnes & Noble with a tall cup o’ coffee to just study and read and be alone. :cool:

Aside from my seniour shirt, I’m also designing a shirt in honour of the duchenne muscular dystrophy slogan. Underneath the right sidebar, I have two buttons: one for sensitive people ( :heart: ) and the other for DMD. I don’t have duchenne, but they don’t exactly have a whole organization devoted to every single muscular dystrophy since there’s over 50… :reallyashamed: The shirt will be black (or lime green) and have the slogan “I will HOPE. I will DREAM. I will MAKE A DIFFERENCE” on it. Now I just have to figure out how to make it aesthetically (Oh, 1 point for each syllable) pleasing.

This week I’ll be starting my support letters for Reachout. This summer I’ll be going on a missions trip to England through Word of Life, and I’ve procrastinated my support letters long enough. :worried: I plan on just changing the dates and trip costs from my France letters, but it’s just the whole “sitting down and actually typing and thinking and making a list and addressing envelopes” part that gives me the shivers. I’m just not a “addressing envelopes” type of person. Ha.

Soo… This Friday will be the day that I have to call my doctor and tell him if I’ve been a. progressing with the new dosage of steroids (I have a disorder I’m currently taking meds for) or b. not progressing with the new dosage which will then result in me either a. taking a higher dosage for a longer time or b. continuing with this new dosage for a longer period of time. Yay multiple choices and run-on sentences. Fragments, too. It’s just a big discouragement to me because I know the answer I have to tell him, and I don’t like the answer at all. I’m getting stronger, yes, but it’s not a big improvement like I think they were hoping for. It’s still hard for me to put my clothes on and walk up and down stairs, and… it’s just a slow slow recovery. :cry: My friends and family have all been amazing and supportive, though. At the same time, it’s still discouraging when I hear “No, I’ll take care of this for you,” when I want to help with the trash or dishes. It’s just a ton of blows to my self-esteem and pride knowing I have to ask for help all the time or just knowing I can’t do simple tasks. :cry: This upcoming Friday is going to be a pain. “Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same” so the Fray says.

I find it amusing how all these emo scene kids try and give off this portrait of “down with the man! protect the ozone! I don’t like to take of myself and put time and effort into how I look! Down with media and VH1!” when you see them with all this spikey slash parted to the side slash crazy hair action. :blank: Thank you emo scene for kid using more hair spray than I do.