Where Am I?

     The question has been asked, where am I? But this question can be taken in many different ways. Where am I in life? In school? Work? As a person? As we embark on this journey of self discovery, I will divide up the findings.

     I am a seventeen year old, so I suppose that would put me at about a fourth or fifth of my life, done. Scary to think, since I haven't even graduated yet. Speaking of grades, I'm in my fourteenth year of school. Well, including preschool and kindergarten. I am also graduating this year, halfway through my senior year almost.

    In life, I am probably accelerating at a rate much faster than most my age, being a parent already. I'm in the part of my life a little earlier, where I learn that not everything is about what game or event is going on that night, but more of what is going on for the next week. I am where I am learning that I'm not the only person in the world, that my decisions effect everyone around me, especially my daughter and my family.

     At work, I'm kind of the "newbie", or the kid, I guess you could say. I'm the Resident Assistant that has been there the longest, but I'm the one who has no idea what's going on when compared to all the nurses and certified nursing aides that I run around with. I'm in the awkward stage there, where I don't know for sure if being in geriatrics is what I really want, because I have a really bad habit of getting connected to the people and then when the light shines on them, I'm completely heartbroken and hardly even want to go back to the place knowing that they are not there physically anymore.

     As a person, I'm in that awkward stage where I think I know things, but I really don't. I think that's where most of us teenagers are. I'm at the stage--a tad bit early--where I'm mothering my own child but also trying to figure things out on my own. It's a really confusing part of life, let me tell you.

    My home is where you can usually find me if I'm not with Donovan, at work, or at school. I lead a pretty boring life if you're looking in from the outside. I'm usually in our huge living room, that's overrun with baby toys and boxes turned into playhouses watching Disney movies with Kiannah and Donovan. 

     My home is placed in the awkward town of Phillips, Nebraska. Three hundred and sixteen people, I believe, according to the sign. We don't have a restaurant, a store, or really, anything. We have a ball park, a gym from the old school that's on it's way to being torn down, a post office, and a fire department. Oh, and  a park, that I never see people even go to. 

    My community. Aurora, Phillips, and lots of cornfields. You can't really say that Phillips is a community-based place. Besides the kids playing, it's just a lot of gossip and that's about it. It's one of those places that people get sucked into, and just never end up leaving. Kind of depressing, actually.

    I live in the cornhusker state. Nebraska. "Miles and miles of cornfields and highways, connecting little towns with funny names", I think that's how Jason Aldean put it in "Fly Over States". Nebraska is one of those places where when we get an exchange student, I’m like ‘What made you want to come here, from there? ‘ Like seriously. I don’t understand why they come here instead of like, New York or California or some place more extravagant.

     I’m in classes that I really in a way enjoy, but in another, wish that I wasn’t in them. My English III class isn’t bad, but I wish I wasn’t in it because it’s a Junior class and makes me look like I got held back or something, when that is definantly not the case. My Honors Comp Class, the class I have this blogger thing for, is awesome because it challenges me intellectually, but then people seem to expect so much from me just because I’m in a college class.

    My school, Ha! It’s a school ruled by last names, star performers, and athletes. Everyone knows everyone’s business, and broadcasts it for their own personal gain, so that they don’t feel left out. The social part of school is a joke. It’s cruel. The kids are cruel. If you don’t have a last name, or aren’t a *STAR*, don’t expect to get much praise. Not out loud, anyways.

    Anyways, I suppose that kind of sums up where I am. And my opinions on it, so until my third blog posting, this is it.

Love and rockets,

Britni Kay

    

Community: The Phillips Bell Tower

Home: My house

Community: Phillips in 1890(ish)

School: The Middle and High School, along with Track

Home: Our porch

School: Football State Champ, 2008.

State: GO BIG RED.

State: State sign.