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Monday, January 19, 2009
Insomniac? Perhaps…
Oh the joy of not being able to sleep. It’s the lovely hour of 3:00 AM, and yet, I am sitting here writing this blog because I simply cannot get to sleep. Trust me, I have tried multiple times; however, I just lay in bed looking at the ceiling as time ticks away. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Oh the horror! Has anyone ever thought of how many hours we waste a day by sleeping? Let’s say we’re all supposed to be up and ready to leave the house at…. 7:30 AM. We’ll want to wake up at 6:00 in order to get ready( shower, dress, eat, drink coffee, relax etc.). It is recommended that Adults get around 8 hours of sleep (give or take 30 min.). You will have to go to bed at 10:00 in order to get those full 8 hours. That’s 8 hours a day…gone. 56 hours a week. 2920 hours a year. That’s the equivalent of around 122 days (121.7 to be exact). Out of the 365 days in a year, if we all followed the “8 hr. rule,” we would be asleep 122 of those days. We only truly live life 243 days every year. Crazy? You want more? Pretend you live until the age of 85. That’s 31,025 days. Out of those 31, 025 days…we are asleep 10,370. That’s around 29 years (28.4 to be exact). If we all live to be 85 years old, in reality, we’ve missed out on 29 years and lived only 56. Crazy enough for you? I never really realized how much time we waste by sleeping. I guess, it’s not a true waste. Although scientists haven’t found a definite reason as to why we sleep, it is a clear necessity. To read more about the theories scientist’s have come up with as to why we sleep, click : Here. Well, I think I’m done for tonight. Perhaps some hot tea will make me sleepy. This insomniac bids you adieu.
The math:
8hrs of sleep per day * 7 days=56 hrs per week.
8hrs of sleep per day*365 days=2,920 hours per year.
2,920hrs/24hrs= 122 days per year.
85 years*365 days=31,025 days.
(122 days per year/ 365 days in a year) *(x days/31,025 days)= 122(31,025)=365x=10,370 days asleep.
10,370 days/365=29 years asleep.
Quote of the Day:
Life is an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
--Carl Sandburg
From now on, I will have a “Quote of the Day” added on to the end of my blogs. You may thank the Windows Live Writer plug-in I downloaded. Ciao.
P.S. The tea didn’t work. I haven’t slept a wink, and it’s 6:07 AM. Yay?
Saturday, January 17, 2009
My lovely Schedule…
| Time | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday |
| 8 | Biology II | Biology II | |||
| 9 | Biology II | Biology II | |||
| 10 | Biology II | Biology II | |||
| 11 | |||||
| 12:30 | Intro Psych | Intro Psych | |||
| 1 | Intro Psych | Intro Psych | |||
| 2 | Chemistry | Chemistry | |||
| 3 | Chemistry | Chemistry | |||
| 4 | Chemistry | Chemistry | |||
| 4:30 | Chemistry | Chemistry | Anatomy | ||
| 5 | Anatomy | ||||
| 6 | Anatomy | ||||
| 7 | Anatomy | ||||
| 7:30 |
Okay, so here’s how it goes.
(Starting Jan. 20)
MW: Bio II 8-11
Intro Psych 12:30-2
TR: Chem I 2-5
(Starting Feb. 20)
Fri: Anatomy 4:30-7:30
A little bit about me
Alright, so I already posted up a blog called “Reflection,” but I wanted to go ahead and take some time to tell you about myself. Currently, I am an 19 year old college student hoping to pursue a career in either physical therapy or teaching high school Biology. I haven’t quite decided which one I’m going to do yet; however, I’m leaning slightly more towards the latter. I’m 100 % Puerto Rican by blood, but I have lived in Texas my entire life. That doesn’t mean that I’ve never been able to experience the Puerto Rican culture; it’s quite the opposite actually. I go to Puerto Rico almost every year, and I love every minute of it. I have friends here and there. I’m going to post a map to show you where Puerto Rico is (in my experience few people know it’s location). If you’ve read “Reflection,” then you know I studied at Baylor University my freshman year (and hated it). I didn’t transfer out because of that particular reason,rather, I left due to it being to expensive. I’m currently at Houston Community College, and I plan on being here for two more semesters. I love it. After, I’m transferring to the University of Houston. I’m honestly just a really basic girl. I hate drama, and I try my best to leave it behind (although it seems like it always follows the people in my life). I’m down to earth, and I’ll tell you what I think (nicely, of course). I’m really quiet when I first meet someone; it’s not that I’m being rude, it’s just that I’m observing the person. I tend to get a good feel of how people are that way. After a while, I’m a “typical” Puerto Rican: loud, loud…and did I mention loud? I work on that in public though. I’m proud of who I am, and of the morals I continue to uphold. I love to just hang out and talk with people. I really don’t have to be going anywhere to have fun. The way I see it, if I really want to see someone, then I don’t care what we’re doing as long as we’re together. I love my Texas and my Puerto Rican friends with all of my heart. I would love to move over to Puerto Rico every possible vacation moment so I could spend more time with my people over there, but we just don’t have the money to do so. I enjoy doing anything really. I’m not a picky girl, and I will try anything at least once. I think that’s all, for now. If there’s anything else you want to know, just comment, and let me know.
Pic on bottom: My girls in P.R.
Both are like family.
Reflection
As I'm sitting here at the computer writing this, I wonder why the hell I'm doing it. The chances that someone reads this are slim-to-none, but the question is: "do I even care?" It's been a crazy couple of months filled with some drama, family problems, but most of all... inner battles. I've reached yet another point in my life where I've started to re-evaluate everything. I remember when things were easy... when I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life, who my true friends were, and which roads I would take to get what I wanted out of life. I thought I had it all figured out, yet here I am questioning everything... again. I've learned to put walls up to "protect" myself from everyone around me throughout my high school years. I've let few people past those walls with hopes that I wouldn't regret it. I don't regret any of it... no matter how many times I got "hurt" along the way. It was all for a good cause. I grew. The problem is that I not only built up this wall to keep others out, but recently I've realized that I built one to keep myself out as well. It's not until recently that I've been able to fully break through and realize that I don't really know what I want out of life... at least not fully. It's a scary thought. I thought I knew I wanted to go to Baylor as a pre-vet Biology major, so I went. I soon realized that I really hated that place. Of course, me being the girl I am, I acted as if I loved it all. Only the ones who knew me too well saw right through my little act, and for that I am ever grateful. I stayed there for two semesters, and all hatred towards the school aside, I enjoyed being with people who truly did care about each other. I met amazing people there, and it really is sad that the school itself ruined my time there. I closed myself off second semester, or at least I tried to. Situations forced me to go out, and I made even more wonderful memories. I had never been so happy to see Summer come. I was finally fully satisfied, and I realized that Baylor really just wasn't the place for me. I transferred, with a ton of hassle due to Baylor 's various offices not communicating with one another, and ended up at HCC. It seemed like the perfect choice: cheap, an overall good school, and closer to home. I would be able to take some time to think about what I really wanted.
It was then that I came to the conclusion that I didn't know what I wanted. I hate not knowing. I've had talk after talk with my parents, and I'm extremely blessed to have parents as amazing as mine. Although I'm not certain as to what my future is, I have been able to receive clarity on other aspects of my life. There are things that I need to get rid of... people who I need to stop relations with... places I need to visit more often. All of these will happen in time. God has brought me so much enlightenment these past months that, in all honesty, takes my breath away. I'm still "blinded" in some areas; however, I realize that I am in control of others. There are those few people in my life that truly do have my best interest at heart, and for that, I thank God for placing them in my life each and every day. I realize that there are others who are using me as a stepping stone in order to rise to the top, and for now, that action will continue... that is until I put a stop to it. I write this not because I want the world to know about my life, but because I want to be able to look back on this and understand that I am not forced to be perfect.... that I am allowed to feel lost, confused, hurt, and alone. I've realized that everyone feels some, or all of these emotions, at some point in their life... and it's okay. We are not meant to be perfect creatures in the eyes of others. We are meant to be perfect in the eyes of God. He created us knowing that we would feel these emotions, but He also knew that they would eventually lead to making us stronger and more in tune with ourselves. Nobody in this world is the true definition of "perfect". I know that I'm not perfect. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life, and in one more semester I'm going to be a junior in college. I should at least have some idea, right? Well, for now...I'm slightly clueless. I've realized that it's okay. I'll know soon enough, my parents and I are sure of it. I look back at who I was at Baylor, and I realize that I really wasn't my "true" self. I regret putting up these walls, and I'm slowly working on breaking them down. Again, I'm not quite sure why I wrote this; however, I don't regret doing so, nor do I regret posting it up for the world to see.
This is who I am. I'm not perfect. I don't have my entire life set out. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I don't understand myself sometimes. I do, however, know that at the end of the day, I can officially say that I am happy being me. I'm happy with the friends I have, and the friends to come. My happiness depends on me. I know what makes me tick (although sometimes I think some of my friends know me better than I know myself). I can now wake up in the mornings and say... psh, yeah I hated being at Baylor, and I've been lost along the way... but as of today, I have no problem being lost. Sometimes we have to get lost in order to find our way back towards the right path. I hope whoever actually took the time to read this is blessed each and every day. I hope that everyone of you realizes that feeling lost and confuse is OK. I hope you all can slowly break down those walls you've built and strive to freeing yourself. I hope you all excel in life, and lastly, I hope you all never let anyone change who you are.The end.
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