I have a bone to pick with colleges.
I know this isn't the case for all college students but I know many of my friends are paying for their own tuition and such. So why do books cost so freaking much to buy? Renting them could sometimes be just as expensive as buying it!
It's insane. For the 5 classes I have this semester I had to buy 11 books. Most of them were for my Texas History course and weren't too expensive, but the most expensive was definitely Biology. Introductory Biology. THE TEXTBOOK ALONE COSTS 200 BUCKS and then there was something else that I needed to get that was like another 100 bucks. I feel that books like that should be checked in/out for a class like a library book. Or if we only use the book for say, one or two chapters (which has happened to me twice already) why not have a copy of those chapters out of the teachers edition or something to put online or hand out? I would much rather carry around a thick packet of papers instead of a 10 pound book. Not to mention I could easily take notes on those papers and not feel guilty about highlighting or writing notes on it.
The stereotypical college student is pictured as struggling right? Sitting on a budget, leaving them only to eat ramen noodles in their dorm room at their desk lit by one single desk lamp while surrounding themselves with their studies, papers scattered all around. So why make it harder on a college student by having the most expensive books in the world in the curriculum? I don't know. I don't really find any good reason that text books should cost so much for college students. What do you think?
I'm a teenager
I'm a college student
I don't have that much money
I'm just your average girl.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Cutting for no one.
Through my browsing of facebook I have been seeing disturbing pictures of forearms that have been sliced with blades and oozing blood. These have been a recent trend on twitter for fans of the Biebs. "Cutting for Bieber" is the cause of all of this. Apparently he was photographed smoking a rather large blunt and partying in a hotel room.
...Okaayy... big deal right? Well I guess so. This prank went a little too far. The whole ordeal occurred because The supposed “fans” posted the upsetting images along with messages pleading with Bieber to stop smoking marijuana. They originated a sick online campaign that led #CutForBieber and #CuttingForBieber to trend on Twitter, circulating shocking images purporting to show fans with slashed wrists, blades and blood.
1. Ew. For some reason pictures of it creep me out more than the real deal. I'm weird I know.
2. YOU HAVE NO DIRECT LINE TO HIM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?
He's a celebrity who has no idea of your existence, and you are cutting yourself for him!?
I'm sorry, I just can't wrap my mind around this situation. Having self-harmmed in the past I kind of know the problems it can cause. BUT THIS. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. You are willingly hurting yourself because of someone who does not know you even live on Earth and then posting PICTURES of it on twitter. I can't help but label it as a HUGE call for attention. I'm sorry. There is something completely wrong with this on both sides. The people who started this are sick in the head and I don't even want to get started on the people who are legitimately cutting themselves because JUSTIN BIEBER of all people was photographed smoking weed. WHO CARES. LET HIM DO WHATEVER HE WANTS. Why are you... I can't even think of how to talk about the subject for the rest of this blog post..
I'm a teenager
I'm a college student
I'm a former self-harmer
I'm extremely confused
I'm just your average girl.
...Okaayy... big deal right? Well I guess so. This prank went a little too far. The whole ordeal occurred because The supposed “fans” posted the upsetting images along with messages pleading with Bieber to stop smoking marijuana. They originated a sick online campaign that led #CutForBieber and #CuttingForBieber to trend on Twitter, circulating shocking images purporting to show fans with slashed wrists, blades and blood.
1. Ew. For some reason pictures of it creep me out more than the real deal. I'm weird I know.
2. YOU HAVE NO DIRECT LINE TO HIM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?
He's a celebrity who has no idea of your existence, and you are cutting yourself for him!?
I'm sorry, I just can't wrap my mind around this situation. Having self-harmmed in the past I kind of know the problems it can cause. BUT THIS. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. You are willingly hurting yourself because of someone who does not know you even live on Earth and then posting PICTURES of it on twitter. I can't help but label it as a HUGE call for attention. I'm sorry. There is something completely wrong with this on both sides. The people who started this are sick in the head and I don't even want to get started on the people who are legitimately cutting themselves because JUSTIN BIEBER of all people was photographed smoking weed. WHO CARES. LET HIM DO WHATEVER HE WANTS. Why are you... I can't even think of how to talk about the subject for the rest of this blog post..
I'm a teenager
I'm a college student
I'm a former self-harmer
I'm extremely confused
I'm just your average girl.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Anything but Average
So for this first blog post on my new blog, I'm just going to give you a chunk of my background story.
My name is Caleigh, I currently attend Texas A&M at Galveston and plan to transfer to College Station next semester. I'm interested in either pursuing art or fire fighting, following in the footsteps of my dad. I've always been more of the tom-boy type, into sports and the outdoors. I've always been the tough kid, growing up around my brother who is 11.5 years older than me. When I was 6 he was in high school and participated in football. We frequently had large linebackers tromping through the house and with guys like that running around, ya can't be all frills and cute all the time. As I got older being a tom-boy wasn't the most attractive thing about me. In fact, I was not attractive at all really. I've been overweight most of my life and it called for negative attention from the fellow classmates around me. It took and sometimes still takes a big toll on me.
Anyway, over the years I became somewhat addicted to the internet. I found that it was a place I was generally accepted. No one really cared if you were fat or skinny. It was a place that I could show my personality without worrying about what people would think really. I started opening myself up to people which in turn tended to hurt me even more. At one point I believed I was in a relationship which turned out to be one big joke. The laugh was on me. I started to lose myself. I resorted to self harm (scratching to the point of breaking the skin and a few cuts) if I failed to show people how good I could be and that I was worth something. I started to believe that I should take up the space I did on the Earth. My sophomore year I planned to overdose. Something told me to stop. I don't remember exactly what.. but I didn't go through with it. I decided I would try to put it all behind me and live for my future. I opened myself up to a few friends at school, which took a while. Then I signed up for a dating site online... This past year I found the best person in the world. In October of 2012 we started talking. Over time I found myself falling for him. The only problem was that he lives in South Carolina while I'm here in Texas. We continued to talk and eventually we decided to propose "serious us" as we like to call it. That was back in April 2012. It is now January 2013, 9 months and a few days later and we are still going strong! We've visited each other twice and we are planning future trips!
Walker is my rock, my best friend, and my fresh breath of air. He makes me laugh and smile all the time. He supports me and my decisions when I am able to make them. (I'm terrible at making decisions) He pushes me to do and be the best I can be. He knows what I am capable of which sometimes I lose sense of. He is always there for me to give me advice and help me through difficult times. I know I have someone that loves me for being me. That thought makes me the happiest girl in the world. Sure we didn't find each other in the traditional going out and searching kind of way, but we found each other. I don't regret one second of it. He knows this and I tell him all the time anyway but he really did find me at my weakest point. I was definitely ready to give up on love. 100% ready to accept that I would be alone for the entirety of my life. I know that sounds super dramatic but that is exactly how I thought it would happen. He pulled me out of the biggest slump I have ever faced in my life and I will never be able to thank him enough. The day before I left South Carolina last week he told me that he had a problem. A little worried as to why he was telling me this just before leaving I asked him what it was. He just smiled at me and told me that he was hopelessly in love with me. It reminded me of when I told him that my problem was his smile, his laugh, the way he turned my day around in a heartbeat. I questioned that being a problem to which he replied that it was my problem and that I'd be stuck with him. It's a problem that I don't mind having one bit.
I am a teenager.
I am a college student.
I almost killed myself.
I found my real friends Junior year of high school.
I found love online.
I'm just your average girl.
My name is Caleigh, I currently attend Texas A&M at Galveston and plan to transfer to College Station next semester. I'm interested in either pursuing art or fire fighting, following in the footsteps of my dad. I've always been more of the tom-boy type, into sports and the outdoors. I've always been the tough kid, growing up around my brother who is 11.5 years older than me. When I was 6 he was in high school and participated in football. We frequently had large linebackers tromping through the house and with guys like that running around, ya can't be all frills and cute all the time. As I got older being a tom-boy wasn't the most attractive thing about me. In fact, I was not attractive at all really. I've been overweight most of my life and it called for negative attention from the fellow classmates around me. It took and sometimes still takes a big toll on me.
Anyway, over the years I became somewhat addicted to the internet. I found that it was a place I was generally accepted. No one really cared if you were fat or skinny. It was a place that I could show my personality without worrying about what people would think really. I started opening myself up to people which in turn tended to hurt me even more. At one point I believed I was in a relationship which turned out to be one big joke. The laugh was on me. I started to lose myself. I resorted to self harm (scratching to the point of breaking the skin and a few cuts) if I failed to show people how good I could be and that I was worth something. I started to believe that I should take up the space I did on the Earth. My sophomore year I planned to overdose. Something told me to stop. I don't remember exactly what.. but I didn't go through with it. I decided I would try to put it all behind me and live for my future. I opened myself up to a few friends at school, which took a while. Then I signed up for a dating site online... This past year I found the best person in the world. In October of 2012 we started talking. Over time I found myself falling for him. The only problem was that he lives in South Carolina while I'm here in Texas. We continued to talk and eventually we decided to propose "serious us" as we like to call it. That was back in April 2012. It is now January 2013, 9 months and a few days later and we are still going strong! We've visited each other twice and we are planning future trips!
Walker is my rock, my best friend, and my fresh breath of air. He makes me laugh and smile all the time. He supports me and my decisions when I am able to make them. (I'm terrible at making decisions) He pushes me to do and be the best I can be. He knows what I am capable of which sometimes I lose sense of. He is always there for me to give me advice and help me through difficult times. I know I have someone that loves me for being me. That thought makes me the happiest girl in the world. Sure we didn't find each other in the traditional going out and searching kind of way, but we found each other. I don't regret one second of it. He knows this and I tell him all the time anyway but he really did find me at my weakest point. I was definitely ready to give up on love. 100% ready to accept that I would be alone for the entirety of my life. I know that sounds super dramatic but that is exactly how I thought it would happen. He pulled me out of the biggest slump I have ever faced in my life and I will never be able to thank him enough. The day before I left South Carolina last week he told me that he had a problem. A little worried as to why he was telling me this just before leaving I asked him what it was. He just smiled at me and told me that he was hopelessly in love with me. It reminded me of when I told him that my problem was his smile, his laugh, the way he turned my day around in a heartbeat. I questioned that being a problem to which he replied that it was my problem and that I'd be stuck with him. It's a problem that I don't mind having one bit.
I am a teenager.
I am a college student.
I almost killed myself.
I found my real friends Junior year of high school.
I found love online.
I'm just your average girl.
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