The end to the beginning

I was thinking about the purpose of this blog, and then wondered, why am I writing on it now even though I'm not in school?
Then I remembered.
This isn't only about school. This is about life. The life of someone who goes to my school. So my summer is completely relevant.
On the subject of summer, I remember the teachers in my school focusing on our plans for summer and preaching to us about how the emphasis should be on learning and not earning. Even through it all, the hallways were buzzing with conversations of all the money they planned to make in the summer.
Though sometimes I wish I had some of my own money in my pocket, I don't regret how I spent the majority of my summer.
Taking a class wasn't really something I wanted to do considering my days consisted of sitting in classes the entire rest of the year. This was supposed to be my break.
But I guess it's time for me to be brutally honest with myself. No matter how many things were on my summer bucket list, I would have spent my time watching spongebob, stuffing my face, and surfing the internet.
Instead of all that (real exciting huh?) I got to take a journalism class.
I got to finally see if this career I've been telling people about is really worth a shot.
It definitely is.
And maybe I did miss out on the spongebob marathons and staying up late to update my facebook status.
But in the end, those sacrifices were worth the fact that I now know how it feels to be edited line by line, I have a list of colleges that have journalism schools, and a wallet full of business cards from actual journalists. People who are living my dream and have told me how it feels, the good and the bad.
All in all, I think that's excactly what I needed.
And maybe I don't know where I'll be in ten years, who I'll be working for, if I'll be working for anyone. (A career as a freelancer has crossed my my mind).
It's pretty safe to say I don't know where my life will lead.
All I know is that I'll be living my life, and writing the entire way.
Even though today is the end of a summer adventure full of deadlines, interviewing, and editing, it's the beginning of a new era of my life.
The era of reporter Michelle.
And that, ladies and gentlman, is something to be excited about.

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What they don't tell you in fairytales

When you're a kid and you're young and innocent, you don't think about reality. You live in a dream and the fairytale of a perfect romance with true love's kiss.
What they don't tell you is what love actually feels like.
The butterflies, the fact that it feels as if your emotions are on steroids, all that stuff that they omit from all your typical fairytales.
They don't tell you that there are complications, and half the time it's out of your control. Because most of the actual feelings between two people are simple. It's as easy as, you make me laugh, and I love talking to you.
It's all the other stuff that you can't do anything about that makes it hard. School, busy schedules, overprotective parents.
And you're left thinking: I just want to be with you. Why is everything else getting in the way of us?
Soon enough, there's no turning back, because for once, you have actually broken down that wall you have up for everyone else. You can't imagine your life without them in it, and that's when you realize you're in love.
Of course, no one ever tells you this and you're left to fend for yourself like a lost puppy in the middle of a street. You don't know what you're doing.You've seemed to have lost all of your common sense, and you forget how to think, because you're too busy feeling.
So I'd love to ask the people who made up love stories like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast:
what am I supposed to do?
Because I sure as hell don't know.

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