School Dreamin'

My dream school is a school that is small and comfortable, intellectually engaging, not extremely competitive, and most of all enjoyable. Not too many public schools contain some of these characteristics, so thatis why my dream school is a private school. Dartmouth university is my dream school.It has the major I am looking to get into--which is neuroscience. I am interested in neuroscience because I love studying about the brain and how it communicates with the rest of the body. It's interesting to know complex processes have to occur in our body and most of it is conducted by the brain.I also really love doing research because I love learning new things. Dartmouth college supports the neuroscience major. It has a really good neuroscience program and they compare with Brown University. But it isn't the best school with a neuroscience program. It does not rank on the list of Top School for Neuroscience major according to Top Grad Schools ( http://grad-schools.usnews.rankingsandreviews.com/best-graduate-schools/top-science-schools/neurosciences-rankings). It does not have the best program for graduate studies. Dartmouth is also more liberal arts based, therefore it might not have  very strong science majors. Also, according to medcity.com, Dartmouth ranks #68 on the list of schools who recieve National Institute of Health(NIH) funding while schools that are closer to home, such as UCSF and UC San Diego rank in the top ten of the list. This means that Dartmouth might not have extensive researching oppurtinities because they are not funded as well as some other schools are that are geared toward science majors.
Also, the school's location might not be the best for.me. I am used to California weather-- where the sun always shines and it can never really be too hot or cold and if so, bad weathwr only lasts for a little while. In Washington DC however, the weather is very humid and thick. It can be ninety-degrees outside but can rain at the same time. Tge weather always stays very hot and I would like to go to a school where the weather is not indecisive meaning that it can either be really hot or extremely cold (although I do prefer the latter).I still think that Dartmouth is a great school, but after doing my research I think I have realized that it might not be the best school for me because of it's small interest in science.

Mirrorizing My Future

I remember in the second grade after using the restroom I would approach the mirror (after washing my hands) and just stare at myself. I stare deeply at all proportions of my face and ask "Is this really me? Is this who I am?" and I would ask it in a way of disbelief, as if there had to be someone else standing on the other side of the mirror who was playing tricks on me. And I would leave the restroom, hoping that the next time I saw myself, that there would be a completely different person before me.

When one is young, or a teenager, they go through that awkward stage where they care about every thing on themselves. I have always had problems or insecurities about the way I look (and most people do at this age, I'm sure of it). But my "excessive excessing" ( as I used to call it)  about what I look like has died down over the years and I think that it's because as I get older, I become more familiarized with certain parts of myself-- physically and emotionally. I feel like I can semi-confidently walk outside my house without a jacket to hide anything and with my hair freely brushing my shoulders without being confined to a rubber band. I am beginning to understand why some people say that "looks aren't everything" because if one spends the majority of their time psychoanalyzing a part if their body, then they'd never find the time to see and enjoy the growing world around them. I know it sounds a bit cliché, but I remember how sometimes I wouldn't participate in some activities or socialize because I was always worried about the way I looked. Therefore, I missed a lot good opportunities in my life because of self-doubts. I am learning to overcome my insecurities and I am getting used to the person I see in the mirror. I am loving myself more and feel like the way I am is the image I was born with and there is no way of changing myself because in the end, it'll only be me who I'm left with and that's way more important than anything else.

Me for real on feelings.

well, it is nearing eleven p.m. right now and I feel really tired. But for some reason, I want to to stay up. I think that I want to stay up al hours od the night. I rarely get any time like this to myself. TI love it when I hear eveyone in the house snoring and dreaming while get to hog all the cool stuff like the computer and such. I havr recently acquired a couple of followers, whch was suprising to me because I rarely use this blog thing and my stories... Well, they definately arent finished, I know that. That isbone thing you all should get used to.  I never finish my stories and I never  them out. I wish that I could have some time to plan  my atories and such and sych. Sigh, my brain iz shutting down tight now, so I really need some reat. I went to an amusement park today (don't worry, I didn't ride any roller coasters ;)) so I am so drained right now.

So, goodbye I guess and thank followers.

Sometimes, when I want to leave , I go to a special room that I call my own. A sacred place it is, and there is no other place like it-- at least not any that I know of.

After one exhausting day of completing all my duties, I walked home the way I had always gone, but something had caught my eye. I ran into a girl on the side of the road. The girl seemed uninviting: her hair was greasy and it covered her face, her clothes were dishevelled, and she was not wearing any shoes. I was brought by a mother who strongly believed that chivalry was the epitome of all things and the reason why people were born.
  "Excuse me, miss?" I made my way toward the young girl but had gotten no answer from her. It seemed like she had no interest in anything around her but the broken gravel under her. She was sitting on the ground and made no movements. I had started to wonder if the girl was even real at all.
  "Miss, are you alright?" Again, I had not been given any indication that the girl had wanted to talk at all. I had been about five feet away from her and with each question I inched closer. I had wondered what the stopping mark would have been between us to had she yet to speak.
Finally, I had thrown all chivilary rules out the window and made my way to the girl. I was closer to her than any stranger before had been close to another had been before. I crouched and met my eyes were level with her head. To me, I was in an uncomfortable position because-- well for one thing, I was out of my character to behave this way.