Yearly angst and yeah

So today was the seniors' last day at my school.

   Last year, I bawled. Like, tear stains on people's shirts bawled. And this year, I resolved to time my emotional breakdown. I hugged all my senior friends whom I would miss oodles and practically ran when the bell rang. When I got home, I grabbed some tissues and a chocolate chip cookies and had my yearly weep over the fact that I would never see these people and how much I would miss them and really just yeah. It was great.

   I don't really have much to talk about. I have to get ready for work in 10 minutes. Woohoo.
   Hey! Something to look forward to is the fact that in a week or two I will be done with school and you will have me all to yourselves. That is something to look forward to, eh?

    I'm pretty pumped about summer. I'm going to go down to my Aunt Theresa's and run with her gang and then to see some family and then hopefully I'll get my license and maybe just maybe work my butt off all summer so I can afford a car. I'm excited.

Seniors of 2012, good luck. I got big dreams for y'all.
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin 

    

Uh, um, what?!?

I've been doing some thinking...and so has my mom apparently. She told me she had an idea, and I, as a good daughter should, said: "Oh dear."

  But she told me how someone else had told her that their teen had said that she realized that in a few generations, a lot of stuff that was common knowledge will become unknown, like cooking and roofing houses and changing tires. And we talked about it, I realized that a lot of moms right now work so much, they don't have the energy to make a home-cooked meal. Luckily, I'm spoiled. And my mommy makes me hot meals almost every evening. (Hey, don't hate on me. I help.)

  It's made me realize though: America has lost its value in work. Work, the blood, and sweat, and tears. Parents are raising their children with the stuff they never had as kids, depriving them of the grit they will need to make the world a better place. And you can't make gravy without flour. My mom said that too soon we'll just outsource everything, which will cripple our economy. (She also says Caucasians care more about their animals than having their own kin.) (Which is so true.)

   I am an idealist, so I would like to think that my generation has potential, and we can put out some of the fires past generations had set fire to. Of course I know that the reality of life is that we're a bunch of screwed up people and we have kids that grow up to be screwed up people and those kids have kids... But I would like to think that life is an ongoing cycle of generations lighting fires, and putting out other fires.

Enough of my philosophical ramble,
Over and out!
Love,
Cailin

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