Real Intros Pt. 2

It's true that
                      "You never get a second chance to make a first impression"

But this class makes it possible to
                                       "have a second chance to meet someone again for the first time"

I will love you if you give me a Roxberry smoothie or chocolate covered strawberries,
I think Parks and Rec and The Office are some of the best tv shows out there,
and just like everyone else, I'm dying to travel around the world

The first day of class I turned around and introduced myself to the guy sitting behind me,
we just said hi and exchanged names
which is ironic because that's probably the last thing I'll find out about him

I usually don't introduce myself to people
I'm more on the shy side sooo that wasn't the norm for me
but once I get to know someone I'm a lot more outgoing

You can ask Lindsey Huish, Malorie Whitworth, Nicole Smith, and Anna Reeder on that one,
I've been friends with them since Elementary/Middle school and I'm completely myself around them and I honestly don't know what I would do without amazing friends like them.
They've had my back through the good and bad times and I'm so grateful for them.
Also special S/O to Lindsey for telling me about creative writing and helping me with everything, you're the truest of homies

But I think this way is better-  having pen names

I'm not going to lie- I liked the whole pen name thing
I chose the name Kay because most of my nicknames start with a K -haha so creative right?
and then I thought I was clever because Mokita means
"the secret we all know but agree not to speak of" in Kilivila
and that just reminded me of pen names because we all know our pen name but we agreed not to tell anyone till now.

There's no labels, no stereotypes, you can just be yourself, and others can't define you

stereotypes- I'm the quiet girl that likes to sit in the back, I'm definitely not one for attention and public speaking is not my thing, and I think I'm scared to speak up or give my opinion because I'm afraid of what others will think- even though I know I shouldn't care.

So ya, maybe I've already met most of you

But now we all get the chance to meet again for the first time
And this time names won't be the only thing we know about each other

This time we'll be having real introductions with real thoughts

and I
can't
wait

I've loved getting to know all of you through pen names, thanks for commenting and being real,

it's nice to meet you guys- again 

-McKenzie Platt-

I've lost and I've won

I lost my temper when my brother almost burned down the house
I lost my motivation with senioritis
and I lost a bet after 3 games of pool
but I didn't mind losing

I know a boy that likes to throw names in the air
probably hoping to catch my reaction

but I won't let him win anything so I just turn my back and laugh
but maybe that's the reaction he's looking for
and maybe I'm the one that's actually losing

I won an award for "most easy going" once
and it's actually one of my favorite awards
because some people are strait up crazy insane drama
and I'm glad people don't think I'm one of them

I haven't lost my family
but I didn't win anything when they said
18 years needed to prove it's worth the money


I lost a sock the other day but found a lucky penny the next and maybe karma's a real thing
and no one can lose without trying to win and no one can win without first feeling a loss
and I don't know what I'm trying to say
but I know that's probably because I've lost too much sleep


I've won 18 years but I've lost a lot on the way here

I'm terrified

Sometimes the things we shouldn't be afraid of are the things that scare us the most


I'm terrified of the video games my brother never stops playing.
My parents are talking about finishing the basement
and I'm scared that my brother will never move out if they do.

One time my friend was hurt and the only thing I could do to help was distract her by talking about Hallmark Christmas movies.  I'm scared to be in a situation like that again - feeling helpless when someone you love is in pain.

I'm terrified that the retirement money won't be enough to keep us going until dad finishes school and I panic at the sight of empty wallets and dry bank accounts.
I'm scared when they argue over how much money we have left.

When we reveal I'm worried people won't read or comment on blogs anymore.
but I'm more worried about the things people post about, depression and losing hope
That. That's what scares me the most. When others don't realize how important they are.


but after reading everyone's posts about fear I've noticed there are three things most of us all have in common:

We're afraid of

 Things that have happened in the past or could happen in the future

Things we can't control 

and other people

Humanity at it's finest

flawless

and

humanity 

should never be in the same sentence

because we aren't perfect,
we make mistakes,
we run through red lights and we swear they were yellow all along
we might forget someones name or fight with our family
we aren't always on time we're rarely on time
life isn't perfect and neither are we but

"Sunrises are beautiful 

I'm just never awake to see them

and humanity can be beautiful too

if you wake up and find the right people"

emaS & tnereffiD

"Everyone is different."

 But I think,

we all have feet and eyes and hearts.

and It's true

our feet don't take the same steps,

my eyes don't see what you see,

 my heart doesn't feel what you feel, 

 but 

we are all the same.

we see 

just another face in the crowd;

just another -kid copy- printed with "Lone Peak" on our forehead,

we are not

irreplaceable, original, one of a kind.

 Because we are 

 not unique, all the same, not different.

I don't agree with statements ending with: 

"Everyone is different."

(Now read from the bottom to the top)



Also check out this reverse post by Carolina Liar it's amazing  
1st relationship

To the 5 Juniors in this class about to take the ACT

Sometimes I take personality tests for fun just to see how close they actually get to describing me

I remember in 7th grade when we took the color code test in CTE for the first time and I was mad because I got white

I wanted to get blue because it's my favorite color and all of my friends got blue 

but white probably fit me better and who cares what test results your friends get
we shouldn't care

I think sometimes we compare our test results with other people as if our test results define who we are

and a test might be able to tell you how many questions you get right and how many questions you get wrong

but a test won't tell you why Viva La Vida still reminds you of that rusty blue Honda

It won't talk about the 2nd grade and the time you slipped through a doggy door into a vacant house with your friends (there were rumors about a ghost, but all you found was an empty guitar hero box)

you almost died a week before your 11th birthday and a test won't know who saved you
but you will never forget

you still hate milkweed and you used to be afraid of wind and water, and most of your friends can't explain that one so how could a test?

It won't tell you why you love Roxberry or the Maze Runner or why you've always wanted to go to Europe

your results might reflect the time you took to study or how lucky you are at guessing

but you are not your test results
please don't forget that

I found crayons at school and I'm never giving them back

I wish I could blame school for taking my crayons from me,

but I can't

I threw away the 24 pack when I looked over and saw the drawing the kid next to me had created - They were like a mini Picasso 

I thought it wasn't fair

(because when you’re young you haven’t figured out that part about life yet)

And their parents were probably artists

so they must have been born with a talent for coloring outside the lines 

While I, I had to teach myself, and I figured out that life isn’t fair

My drawings would never measure up to theirs

So I traded creativity for games and joined my friends on the playground 

because on the playground you just have to make it to the swings before the 6^th graders and when

the 6^th graders steal the swings you just have to run so you don’t become the lava monster and if you get tagged as the lava monster then you make yourself king and play four square

I couldn’t blame school for taking my crayons when I was the one that traded them in,

  

In 7^th grade I could’ve blamed school for trying to force me into taking a music class

But I can’t because thankfully my mom got me out of it

(If you like those kinds of classes that’s awesome too, I just have no musical talents haha)

(I know jingle bells on the piano and smoke on the water on the guitar, that’s all you need right?)

But I will always be grateful that I replaced band and choir for Art Foundations and Art 3D

Because instead of crayons or high notes they gave me paint brushes, colored pencils, pens, markers, clay, and we even made art out out of newspapers coated with watered down glue

The teacher soaked her feet in a bucket but she made up for it by asking me to join the V.I.P. art class in 9^th grade and now my brothers in her class and she still remembers me and thank goodness for teachers who teach creativity and for the bucket I can still crack jokes about

I blame school for making me fall in love with art again,

I think we focus too much on the Act, and the AP Tests and ugh I have to go to Attendance school

But we forget about the doodles we draw in the margins of our notebooks

And we don’t remember what shepards room used to look like and we keep forgetting about the knight in the commons and where it came from

And we’re getting English credit by talking about creativity and coloring with crayons

I think the right brain is nothing without the left brain

And I think you can find crayons anywhere, even at school

You just have to try and find them

and once you do

 don't ever give them back