So, break's almost over and I can't say I'm too thrilled. It's our last semester of senior year and I feel I should be excited but that's not the case. On the contrary, I'm getting stressed out about the start of a new and our last semester. It should be the one which we enjoy the most, it's the home stretch! But I don't feel that way. I should have taken advantage of the two months that we had to study for mocks and exams but I barely scratched the surface on studying. Do I regret it? Definitely. Would it happen again? Most probably. I could list some of the things that I did this summer: horseback riding, summer camp, study sessions, started kickboxing, finished college apps and probably a couple other things that I can't think of right now. Did I enjoy my summer? Of course I did, but there was always an ominous feeling hanging above me telling me I wasn't using my time well at all. For one, I had planned to finish by biology notes in January. Of 2014, that is. I obviously didn't accomplish that one simple goal that I wanted to complete so that I wouldn't be stressing out by the time that senior year came along. I consider this a project I created for my own benefit or something that I should just have fun with. Yet, I still missed a deadline I set for myself. It's happened with any type of project that I wanted to accomplish from cleaning out my bedroom or finishing the collage on my wall which I started over a year ago. The ominous feeling was still hanging over me and I started to ask myself why it was so complicated to follow my own deadlines, especially if they're projects I am interested in. I also ask myself why I leave things to the last minute. Why is it that I can't make life easier for myself? Just last night, I was talking with my parents and one of their friends about another friend of theirs that always has her things completed 3 months before they're actually needed, things which range from organizing her daughters birthday parties or making presentations for work and conferences. But I guess that's what it takes to be named one of Peru's most influential women of the year. As I look to my future, that's the person I aspire to be, the one who always manages to finish her projects 3 months before they're due, not the one who looks back at the first 2 months of the year and regrets not being more proactive. I want to be someone who can follow her own deadlines; meet her own goals. If faced with difficulties, won't take the easy way out. It's time I start. Break is over, time for life.
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I've been reading the Harry Potter series for the 8TH TIME this summer. The first time I ever read it, was way back in 5th grade and ever since, I've read the books at the beginning of each academic year with the exception of junior year. This time however, I'm finding it harder to finish the series. I consider myself a Harry Potter junkie; I know a lot about all things HP and I never seem to be able to get enough of it. I could spend hours reading each book and be fidgetty about getting my hands on the next book. All until now. This time, I'm dreading finishing the series and I can't pinpoint why. I would like to say that it's because I can't stand reading what's going to happen to each character, the tragedies that they all go through, but I can't see why that would be; I've read every book 7 times, I already know what's going to happen! Or it might be the fact that I simply don't want the books to end because no other book has captured me in the way that Harry Potter has. I'm currently on the 5th and I'm seriously contemplating putting it down and shutting my books for a while; but I can't seem to like these ideas either. You might consider me crazy for reading a whole series 8 times, but honestly, every time is just a little more magical. For the most part. As I get older, I start to understand some details better, I am able to dive deeper into the books. However, I also start to question things that are written, what happens to some characters or some historical details--for example, Hogwarts was founded in the 10th century, yet sinks were invented in the 18th century; how could have Salazar Slytherin, founder of Slytherin house, marked the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets with a system that wouldn't be invented for another 800 years! But who are we to judge wizards. Some people say this is a curse, but the thing I LOVE about Harry Potter is that there are so many things that can be assumed. For example, what happened between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter? Did they become friends? Did they hate each other forever? Who knows. Or Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom: surely they got married and went hunting for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks together and then went back to teach at Hogwarts. But let's go back to my first point for a moment. When a certain character died in the 5th book, I cried. It was the first time it occurred even though I already knew what was going to happen. Chapters before the death, I wanted to be able to jump into Hogwarts and tell Harry he was being stupid, he had other ways to communicate with said person! Unfortunately I couldn't and the tear gates opened for the first time. Or when the other 101 characters just HAD to die; for some reason, the deaths hit me a lot harder this time around and I can't explain why. Yet, I'll always find myself captured by Harry Potter, coming back to it year after year, time after time, 'what ifs' and 'I wonders' popping into my head about every 5 minutes.
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