Blog 6 - Being Alone

After reading this week’s blog topic, all alone in my room, I really thought about what kind of person I am when it comes to being alone. I had to come back to this after trying to figure myself out for a few days. All in all, I think I am pretty much average when it comes to being alone. During my day, I am not alone all that often. On a normal school day, my dad and my puppy wake me up at six o’clock sharp. My dad leaves for work, but my puppy lies on my bed and watches me get ready. After about an hour passes, I leave the house and go pick up friends and come to school. In Central, you are never really alone. In each class there are from 15-30 people. By the time lunch comes around, I am tired of all these people and all the useless chit chat that most seem to be a part of. I decided this year that I would rather sit alone in the media center and get homework done than be sitting in a loud cafeteria next to fake girls that I have no interest in being friends with. At first, I thought that it was crappy that I couldn’t have had better friends in my lunch, but oh well – things happen. I started to like going to the media center more and more, because it became a time for me to clear my head, and get a little bit of homework done while I’m at it. When the lunch bell rings, I go back to the craziness of all of my classes. By the end of the day, I am usually exhausted and hungry. When the final bell rings, I go straight home (by myself), let my dog out, and make a quick salad. By the time I am done eating I have to head back to the school for field hockey (alone). And from then until around five o’clock I am surrounded by all of my friends on my team. After field hockey, I drive to work (alone) and am talking and interacting with people until eight, when I drive back home (by myself). When I get home, I usually try to eat dinner, take a shower, do my homework, and go to bed. I am always exhausted by this time and am usually cranky so I try to stay away from everyone when I do homework. Bedtime comes, and I am still not alone: my puppy cuddles up next to me and falls asleep. Throughout my whole day, I never really feel alone. Even when I am in the car by myself, I tend to enjoy the quiet and I soak up my thoughts and just think to myself. However, I have never felt completely alone; my grandpa is always watching over me from heaven. If I ever did feel alone in a bad way, where I needed some companionship, I could just think of my Pop Pop and know I am not alone.