5 Things You Should Have Been Told To Make Your Day

Some days are those kinds of days where you want to crawl in bed while the suns still out and clear the history of that day as a whole, then other days you're so on your game and in such a great mood that you're warm and cozy in bed that night thinking "Wow, today was a really good day!" 

Good days and Bad days are unique to their owners. The circumstances belong to what your average every day looks like (For example, my best friend falls off her horse all the time and brushes the dust off with no hesitation, unlike myself, who took a hard fall yesterday and I'm still replaying and relaying the spectacle in my head and to my friends. No worries though, apart from a colorful bruise, I'm just peachy.) It all depends on what you expect out of a day and the kinds of factors that could bring your day from average to remarkable. Personally, I believe everyone needs to hear certain words of wisdom that could potentially change their mindset entirely, thus making their day a little more happy. 

1. "You mean a lot to me"

Knowing you're important to your friends and family gives you a feeling of meaning and knowing you're wanted and valued is something people should be completely aware of. 

2. "You're beautiful/handsome" 

Its a little superficial, but knowing you're attractive is always a little boost. They say confidence is everything; I think its a good place to start 

3. "You have great taste" 

Knowing that someone else enjoys what you like and how you present it makes you feel good, and it also can make your relationship more vast. You have more topics of discussion, and talking with friends is chicken soup for a flood of serotonin (As Phil Robertson would say "Happy Happy Happy!") 

4. "Do you remember that time when we..." 

Remembering happy or fun times or times that make you laugh is a sure-fire way to relive those feelings of stress or anger, and it may even lead to some more happy memories! Talking about the past, good or bad, is healthy and needed in order to move forward!

5. "You're not alone" 

One of the worst feelings in life is arguably loneliness. Feeling alone in a tough situation can make the problem seem way more scary and overbearing than it actually is. (I remember I used to love to keep the light in my aquarium on at night because I was afraid of the dark and I knew I wasn't alone in the room because my fish were always with me when I slept. Cheesy, I know, but I after that I didn't lose any sleep over being alone in the dark)

Hope everyone has a great day! Happy Friday

Love Always, B

The Secret Life of an Average Anatomy Student

At the High School I attend, we have a wonderful anatomy and physiology teacher, no lies about that. I've yet to meet someone who didn't like her, her class and her teaching style. Shes small in stature, blonde, a mother and extremely fit. Much to my disappointment (and everyone else's) A&P is not an Advanced Placement class (AP) that can be taken for college credit. Its an Honors class, and I can admit its an honor and also a burden at times. I'm halfway through the class and I can tell you with every bone in my body (Which I could probably name to you, along with their processes) how much I love and hate this class. Let me explain.

I love Anatomy. Its arguably my favorite class. I want to be a Cardiologist, so loving anatomy is probably a good place to start. Even if I wanted to be a pastry chef (with many less layers of epithelium to memorize) I'd still love anatomy. Anatomy fascinates me. I mean, who knew there were so many wrist bones and they all had their own names? Before I took this class, I couldn't tell you the difference between a medullary cavity and the medulla oblongata. This class educates you in a way you never even thought you would be educated. The amount of chemical reactions and processes that have to be carried out precisely in order to keep you alive is both two things: Scary and Extraordinary. 

And at the same time, I dislike Anatomy. I mean, seriously, Its hard (for a lack of better terminology, which trust me, I'm well rounded in). As a student, I try to be dedicated, on time, thought provoking, and admirable. But I have a tendency to fall off the wagon (and rupture my vital organs in the process). I have found myself up at the wee hours of the morning completing study guides or feverishly coloring a femur. Now, I don't practice this method of homework completion frequently, I just sometimes...forget! 

And when the test rolls around, you had best believe I have my notes, highlighted to indicate Overarching Subjects (Yellow), Steps of a Process or Bullet Points (Pink), Key Terms (Orange) and Anything that was said aloud but not actually in the notes (Blue) ready to study (For anywhere from 1-5 hours) so that I can actually pass the test and not have a full fledged panic party before the test. 

Now Boys and Girls, what is one of the many animals B loves without hesitation? Ill give you a hint, hers are white, fluffy, with long whiskers and big green eyes and leave small dead animals in the foyer. Guess which class calls for you to dissect one of these animals? That's right, in anatomy the students dissect cats about halfway through the school year. I learned recently that due to rigor mortis, the cats tongues are sticking out, their eyes are open and their paws are splayed open. The first image that came to my mind was Miley Cyrus with her tongue out. 

Anatomy demands to be felt. And studied. And completed. And dissected. And highlighted. And pulled out whenever any relatively anatomical conversations come up at dinner with your friends (In which your friends then give you that Non-Anatomy student look of "What in the heck did you just say?"). Anatomy and Physiology is like a clingy boyfriend. You don't want to spend every waking moment with him, but the time you do spend with him you know you do have some appreciative feelings toward him. 

For better or for worse, Anatomy is amazing. 

Love Always, B

The Start of New Adventures

Being that it is my first ever blog post, I think its only fitting that I talk about the strange cocktail of fear and excitement that comes with starting something new. May it be starting a new relationship, or visiting a country you've never been to or trying a new restaurant, or writing on your first blog. (hint, hint!) 

The unknown evokes fear, and the scariest kind of fear. The fear of not knowing what will happen; Nothing can prepare you for something you're not familiar with. What if this fresh first time trail ends in disaster? But perhaps the reason we do things that scare us is to feel that potential flush of happiness and comfort that comes with new adventures. That excitement of knowing what to expect and loving whats coming, and losing the uncertainty and the underlying fear. 

I remember back to when my best friend first wanted to try once again her luck at horseback riding. She hadn't been riding in years, and had been just itching to get back on the horse, literally. She was in a sort of silent excited panic in the car, and knowing her for 14 years, I can recognize her cool calm collected panic. She was clearly nervous: Of doing something wrong or giving the wrong signal to the large powerful animal. When meeting her trainer, her fears were instantly eased. I could tell she was going to love this experience, even though her uncertainties raged like a wildfire on the trip over. 

Over a year has passed, and she now owns a beautiful mare named Renegade, and she lives up to her name. My best friend could tell you more about horses in a single conversation than you could probably discover in a lifetime. Seeing my best friends progression through what started as an idea and grew into an amazing and life changing opportunity for her has made me excited and curious about what kind of adventures and trails and memories I'll be making as not only my senior year of high school goes on, but as my whole life continues!

Love Always, B