Inspiration Impact

I have decided I need to send an important message out to everyone.  You all have heard what bullying is hurting and killing people.  Well, I’m not here to lecture you on your own controllable actions; I’m here to ask you a simple question about yourself.  Where is the love?  Our now new and on growing culture in America is turning into hatred and disgust.  So my dear readers I’m simply here to offer you a quest, or challenge if you will.  I need you to make a decision on your actions and branch out.  I need our voices to be heard!  We are put here to make an impact on society today.  Show how kind you can be, show that helping hand, and show off your capability.  I know you can, but the question is will you?  Here are three helpful steps to complete your challenge:
Step #1: instead of being quiet and meek, get up and get out there! Be yourself!
Step #2: find friends who are like you or share the same interests.
Step #3: make an impact! Show people who you are and show how you are important.
            Sincerely,
                     ~*Courtney N.M. Bowles*~
P.S. I haven’t written in a while and was informed many times today that people have read this. At first I was mad and simply only because I’m worried what people would think…but no more of that who cares what they think! If you love me, you won’t judge me.  

My AMAZING 1st Day of 7th grade!

      Well I thought I was all ready for seventh grade, but boy was I wrong! All my friends looked different, I did not know any of my teachers, and to be honest I was a little nervous. I had no Idea that the hallways are always so crowded in West Hall. Some of the times I was out there I heard my name, but because we were so packed in together, I had no idea who was saying “hi” or “how was your summer” to me. From the time I woke up this morning, to the time I got home; a lot has happened.

          When most kids wake up on their first day of school, they wake up to an alarm clock, or their parents turning on the lights while telling them to get up. Well, sadly, I was not one of those kids. Instead, I woke up to the flash of a camera. The thing is, this was not just any old camera flash, it was my mom’s camera flash! I was quite aggravated, but decided to not let it get the best of me, because I was determined to have a good day, and a good day always starts with a good morning. When I went to brush my teeth, she was there again with the camera. I thought to myself, it is fine, and kept on with my normal school morning schedule. So I was getting in the car to go to drop off my little brother, Brent, to his school (Lee M. Waid) and noticed that my mom was sitting in the front seat next to my great-aunt, who is also our babysitter in the afternoons. After we had dropped off Brent, my mom pulls out her video camera and hands it to my great-aunt as she places her big Nikon camera in her lap. When I got out, I saw that dreaded flash again.

 
          I walked into those large double doors, my excitement turned quickly into nervousness. It was almost as if I could feel my happiness and excitement drain from me slowly as I took each step getting closer to entering the school. At my locker, there were a lot of people in the hallway I knew. Once put my things were in the locker. I went to homeroom. In my homeroom class, and there were tons of my old friends, and as I was talking I noticed some of them were a little nervous and slightly confused, just like me. It built my courage to know that they were nervous too, so I took a seat next to some of my friends, and we talked for what seemed like only a few seconds before the bell rang. After fighting my nervousness, it was actually easy to get to all my classes quickly and on time. I was also excited to introduce myself to all my new teachers.


     All of my classes seemed to start the same way, “Hello I’m going to be your ________ teacher this year, and these are my rules…” I seem to have some amazing teachers and, I am planning to have a wonderful year with all of them. After my long day of classes, seeing friends, and my fight with my slight fear, I got in the car to see my mom sitting in the passenger seat of my great-aunts old Honda Accord. This time, I was quite surprised, and even happier to see my mom smiling, and not holding that annoying camera in her hands.


      So as long and nerve wrecking as it was, I think I had a great day. I have officially decided that I love seventh grade! I cannot wait until it really starts. I am so happy that I am not as nervous as I was this morning, because now I realize that there was nothing to worry about the whole time: no more fear, and no more flash.

Did You Wake Up to Bad Hair Today?

Have you ever had a bad hair day? I’ve had so many I’ve lost count! But if you have, you should know they are horrible. In one of my pictures I was having a bad hair day. (The one of me holding my cat.) So at school, someone told me they saw it, and of course I had to explain I have curly hair, so that’s why I looked like a retard.  It’s not like it’s my fault, my hair has a mind of its own and normally it works with my moods.  On that day, the frizz bucket was playing the part really well because I was in crazy mode.    

No matter what kind of hair style you have, you will always have a bad hair day every once in a while.  My best friend has straight hair, and she has had a bad hair day too. So straight, curly, or indefinable frizz, you too can be the victim of a bad hair day.

The worst part is, bad hair days are usually a sign that it’s going to be a rough day. Last year, there was a time that my hair was really frizzy, frizzier than an afro that was picked to death.   So picture this, me and my afro were walking to class, minding our own business, when I overheard someone tell one of my closest secrets.  It totally blew my hair back.  LOL.  Then I got in trouble with my teacher, who has never had a good hair day, if you know what I mean.  And to top it all off, I fell on my butt while going up the stairs at the end of the day.  So that was my worst hair day.  

The best way to get over a messy head, is to have a good laugh.  Just when you think your hair has been the worst of all times, take a look at these pictures, and you’ll realize you’re not the only one who has had bad hair.  

Peace.

P.S. I’m going to update the tad cam later.

You Gotta Be You Too

At my school some people are popular, some are nerdy, some are preppy, weird, and some are normal.  Sometimes the people who are alike start cliques. Some of these groups of people are bad and talk about others, but some are good.  For example, if my friends and I all like soccer, then we may be part of a clique, and we may not even notice that we only hang out with each other.  But other people notice because they aren’t included in the group.  So because of the clique you’re missing out on soccer, and they are missing out on what you’re doing.  It can make you feel excluded, but they don’t usually mean to do it.

 All schools have cliques, and that’s not normally too bad, but some cliques can be hurtful.  When a group of people start to talk about others, say hurtful things, and start rumors, that’s when it gets worse.  I think of gossip like a rash, it spreads, and the more you irritate it, the worse it gets.  And how do you cure a rash?  Well, you just don’t scratch.  So, don’t repeat the rumor, even if it’s true, and it won’t get worse.  It's times like that, you have to go your own way.          

Most schools are divided into these types of groups: the popular, nerds, gross/weird, skaters, athletes, or you can just not fit into any group.  Being an independent person means you can do your own thing and don’t have to follow the crowd.  It means you can have your own style, opinion, and interests.  I feel like I’m one of those people, since my friends are all part of different cliques or they do their own thing also.  I just have to be me!      

You can be you, but I'm going to be me.

Peace.