International love

  This year I've been lucky to meet two very special friends. These friends have made the conscious decision to live in the U.S for 1 year, which for one of them has set her a year back. Sandra came all the way from Germany. In her school ( in Germany) this year would be considered her junior year, but after spending 1 yr here it would be too much of a loss for her to recover everything she missed in school. So she will instead be graduating with the year below her. Marina is my other international friend. She's from Spain. She's quite a charming character that is very silly, and has been one of those very lucky foreign exchange students to find a boyfriend.
  Sandra is a very open minded person who believes in the power of being nice. I'm not just saying that. There's a teen club  in our town that is known for allowing (usually) grown men and young teens (usually girls) be in the same vicinity grinding on one another. It has a bad reputation for that, but many people (especially) high schoolers still go. A while ago i was very curious about it so i dragged my BFF and lets just say i was not a happy camper. About 2 years after i was old enough to go to an actual club and it was sooo much better. About a month or 2 Sandra dragged a couple of our friends and i to go to the club. I went because Sandra had no idea what was about to go down that night. After having my first experience i vowed to never EVER go back. But because of Sandra i did. That night it was all what i expected lets just say it was stomp the yard in there. Sandra was soo happy. My face dropped. Needless to say we didn't stay for much longer. Sandra is definitively fearless.
   Even though i haven't had a lot of chances to hangout with Marina, you get the notion that she is very sweet and doesn't have a problem saying things how its is which i can appreciate. I met her parents yesterday at her graduation BBQ which her host parents were hosting. I asked her if she cried when she saw her parents after a year if living here in the U.S and she very bravely said no. I looked at her with disbelief.  Her mother looks just like her and Marina's smile imitates her father's. Last night wasn't much of an American BBQ it was quite different. It consisted of  sausage that was from Germany that is well known in Wisconsin (where Marina's host parents are both from), pesto noodles, veggie burgers and potato salad. Marina's parents brought a Spanish wine that tasted like honey and rum that is usually passed around during dessert time and is poured directly into the mouth by a funny looking glass. They also had bon bones, which every Hispanic country has a different concept of making. The almonds were friend and covered in dark chocolate. It was soooo yummy!
  Sandra too was there at the BBQ and said she seemed more excited to meet Marina's parents then Marina was. Marina said the same thing about Sandra's parents. Which i believe ( Sandra's parents) arrived last night. Both of their families are here for prom and for their graduations. It most be so amazing to see your parents after a year.
  Marina leaves in less than 2 weeks for good and Sandra leaves in i  believe sometime close to July, and won't return for 2 years where she hopes to return to the U.S to study at Penn State University. Marina was unsure if she wanted to return to study here once she finishes school but i know she seemed less hesitant of the idea of living here after furthering her studies.

CIP

Class of 2012 quote

  At my school  seniors are given the choice of finishing the rest of the year by doing the routinely thing by going to classes and what not or they have the choice to be an intern at a place that could somehow impact them with future careers. The internship begins 2 weeks before finals (3rd week in May) and ends after 4 weeks. Those who are fortunate to go must have a certain GPA, amount of absences, and "if" your given permission by all of your teachers to participate. Its called the Career Internship Program, but everyone calls it senior option (as it previously was known). The third component of the program consist of every teacher signing out students with a final grade. From then on all grades a frozen. The best part is that we don't have to take finals after that.

  Students usually apply to work with a parent who has their own company because all they do is lounge around or actually look for a job. BTW this isn't a paid internship at all. Which is what i was going to do with my aunt who owns her own store until i got a phone call back from someone from the YMCA (where i applied for my internship). I spoke to the lady that had called me back and this soon seemed like a better plan because i have no working experience at all, i can list this internship as a background for working and the fact that i have a better opportunity to get a job during the summer through the Y, even though it's at the Y with a thousand crying babies.

  So as this week winds down I'm already missing high school. That's something i could never imagine me saying as a freshman. My school has a tradition of writing the graduation class year on these 4 huge windows across from the main library and every senior writes their names with glass markers, and now its my turn :( / :) i still have a whole month until i graduate, but i wont be at school during that time.

   Anyways.... any good senior pranks? suggestions please- and no the 1-4 minus the the 3rd pig  prank or set alarm clocks at our graduating yr.

Conquering a spider on the 28

I must be one of the few Seniors at my school that doesn't drive to school, which as a senior is kinda a "womp, womp,womp" kind of situation since my schedule consists of all three lunch periods being free and only 2 "serious" classes; bio-ethical issues and journalism. Except not really only because my bio-ethical issue class consist  of mostly seniors and 2 underclassmen, but no one is actual (mentally) in class. And in my journalism class I'm part of the graphic department which means all i do is photoshop images at 7 o'clock in the AM ( 0 period). Yeah i made my senior year pretty simple. Anyways in the mornings im left to bargain deals between my brother and mom who usually take me to school. It goes something like this:
Me: "Juan can u pleeeaase take me to school today?"
Juan: *groans* " Ang, pleeeease not today, tomorrow okay?"
Me: -____- "why cant you just take me since you are using MYYYY car?"
Juan: *hit his face with a pillow* "cause i had a late night"
Me: "I DONT CARE. You fat cow!"
*****shuffle to moms bedroom*****
Me: "Mom can you please take me to school??? I'm going to be late!"
Mom: *opens her eyes squinting* " what did Juan say?"
Me: "He's being dumb"
Mom:".... get my boots. I'll be down in 5 mins. Start the car."
Me: "Okay!"
So im a brat... whatever! Excusssseee me! If i don't feel like getting up at 5am to get ready to take the bus at 6:30 and take the bus. And its not like my school makes it any easier for people in "South end" (lets just say its the urban area of Montclair,  NJ, except not really because its Montclair), they only provide a bus for people who live in Upper Montclair, which according to them they need a bus cause they live 4 miles away from school, while South end is about 3 miles away. Yup that Montclair for you.
During the afternoon i usually take the 28 bus ( to my dads) that just so happens to be on the corner of my school. The only bad part about is that you have to leave school a couple minutes before the school bell actually rings. Which isn't such a big deal for me because i have yearbook class (yup, told you i chose all easy classes). If you miss that bus, then sucks for you! cause the next one doesn't come until the next 45mins or you can walk walk down to the ave which is about 4 or 5 blocks down (not too bad) and catch the 11 (goes towards Newark).

it looked something like this but smaller

The 28 consists of ratchetness, Christ the King (private school of Newark) had a school field trip one day to my towns university and they were riding the 28, after i had missed the first bus. You should have seen my face, it dropped. Luckily that day the bus driver was paying attention to how much money each person paid because it was physically impossible for him. Because there were all of these teachers in the front standing cheek to cheek surrounding him. It was almost impossible to breath. The other day i was on the 28 and i sat shoulder to shoulder (as usual)  next to this women who dressed as a man, i realized there was a spider on the shim's (she/him) head. I contemplated for 3 stops if i should even say anything. 1. If i was to say something i wouldn't know how they would react- would they scream and shake there head and somehow it would be on me or would they just flick it off of them and not make a big deal out of it 2. My friends told me there was a women one day riding the 34 that had fallen asleep and a spider was crawling on the women's face. They were too freaked to not say anything. I promised myself after hearing that story that if i was in that position i would. Now mind you im not as freaked out by spiders as most of my friends are. I was taught to just remain calm and take off your shoe, but if it was on the wall grab a tissue and run to the toilet and flush it away! Well by the end of my mixed thoughts i realized the spider was on her right shoulder and it was near to jumping on me.....sooo i told shim. They freaked out and shook it on to me and said thanks -_____- I desperately looked for the spider only to find it on the ground. A sigh of relief. Another afternoon of conquering the 28 pheeeww!

A-N-G-E-L-A not "Big Ang" nor "Angelina" just Angelalala

    I'm  originally from "dirty joisey" but the upcoming next fall I'll be attending Penn State! Now many of you may have seen, shows like Jersey Shore,Mob Wives, Real Housewives of NJ, Jerseylicious etc. okay- whatever! Not everyone is like that from Jersey. I'm living proof! Even though i fein on reality t.v shows like those, i can easily distinguish the differences between reality and the glitz and glams of a reality t.v show. C'mon really??? You wake up wearing make-up? Your hair has a perfect part every time you do that hair flip and your neck never hurts? You never have a wedgie to pull out? You've never hit the corner of a table against your hip and hit it back?, hoping that it feels the same pain as you did, but in reality the damn table never will because tables don't have feelings, buuuuuuuut!-If it did then some how you caused that table some kind of physical and mental pain.... buts just IF the table had feelings. 

Angelina from the Jersey Shore

    My favorite (until the Italy season) reality Jersey show was Jersey Shore, but Angelina ruined it for me just because her name is relatively close to mine (Angela).Whatever call me a "hater"! but the fact that people were hating on her caused me to hate other versions of my name. This girl in my gym class earlier this year just so happen to be named Angela as well, but i realized that her friends called her Angie instead. We shared a bond...yes...over our name ( i was literately the only Senior in that gym class besides this girl who barely spoke and whenever she did she spoke about "J-pop" and wore these "different" hairpieces). She spoke of all these different versions of our name and said that she hated them, unless it was one of her friends calling her "Angie". This was my first encounter with another Angela, from Jersey, who didn't have as big of a  (reality t.v show) hairstyle then her personality. One of my all time favorite "Ang" refrences is Big Ang. For those who are unaware of Big Ang she made her debut on Mob Wives (2nd season) as a peacemaker or a very non-nonchalant character with big- well I'm sure you'll figure it out by the picture below. 

Big Ang

     Along with those bad boys she has a serious upper lip injection and is quite tall. In fact i believe she's the tallest of the main characters from the show. But one thing for sure is that she has a big heart under those juicy juicy mango's! I'm not really annoyed when my cousins  call me Big Ang, its just one of those moments when you hit your forehead and shake your head while laughing. 

Muah!

    To the right is a picture of myself. At home I'm called Anjela (pronounced in Spanish), my male cousins call me Ang, my brother calls me G because I'm a OG from the mother fuckin north in essex- southend (except not really), and my female cousins usually call me Angie. So there we go a different versions of the name Angela.... or maybe my name was a different/short version of Angelina, Angelica grrrr!