Pudding Cups and Sticky Clay

My LITTLE sister will be the first to tell me, you, and anyone else who will listen that I am a child. My purpose today is to clarify.. That yes, I am in fact a child. She did indeed have to walk through the halls while her older sister (a senior in high school) ate a tapioca pudding cup for breakfast..and oh how delicious it was. The disgusted look and the "you're a child" I got hit with were highly uncalled for, yet I will do what my mom tells me and turn the other cheek while scraping the bottom of the cup for the last bit of tapioca. I will continue to eat pudding until someone takes it away from me. I will color in my princess coloring book in class and yes teacher, coloring ariel does indeed help me concentrate on commas, parentheticals and whatever else you've been talking about. When I throw sticky clay at your project in ceramics I will laugh. Because it's funny. I will laugh when someone snorts, and I will compare my scrapes and bruises to yours. My favorite after school shows are Arthur and Dragontales. Dora band aids will always make things feel better than regular ones, and nemo is my buddy. Sidewalk chalk is the only medium I am willing to work with, and Kool Aid is not only a bargain, it's delicious. I am Kayla. And I am a child.

I caught it..

I've caught it. I've caught the blog flu that is going around. For months I've been religiously stalking many blogs. I should have known I would eventually be convinced I needed to start my own. So.. here I am. Day one of this little adventure. I guess I should introduce myself.

<-------------This is me...Kayla Kehaunani. Also known as, Gretel, Ninja, Tipper, Nani, Kays, Louie, Baby Nubby, Small Fry.. I could go on and on. I am a senior at good old Timpanogos High School. Home of the Timberwolves.. and many other things. My days of walking through the halls are numbered, let's make it a good one class of 2011. After high school you ask? Well, my family and I have spent hours and hours applying for colleges, talking to coaches, and setting up a softball profile. (thanks to a dad with an electronic stat program and a camera, and a mom devoted to helping me reach my dreams). The stress and the practice, and the hard work have all paid off. I have recently committed to Brigham Young University Hawaii to become a member of the seasider softball team and could not be more excited. And no, my excitement does not mean that I am prepared and ready to leave this place. I have always known I would leave this bubble we call home, I just didn't know how young I would feel when the time came. My mom makes fun of me for asking her for certain things these days.. but I just tell her i'm taking advantage of the time I have with her before I have to live on my own. I have vowed to myself to live this last semester as best as I can, because although many of us would like to believe different, our lives will go separate ways and many of us will never see each other again. I have 2 sisters, one married and living in Washington (which I am very bitter about) and another finding her place in the high school scene.My parents have been my biggest support system, especially lately. And I am so lucky to have them by my side every time I need them. I have recently started my final season as a Timpanogos Softball Player. It is weird being the senior.. I remember being a freshman on the team and looking up to the Seniors. If anything, I hope I can leave an impact on at least one of my teammates because I know how much I learned from those girls when I was a freshman.

I manage the boys basketball team with a few other softball girls, and it has been a blast. AP English might just be the death of me, and the 3 credits of art I've taken this year have reminded me why I never signed up for them in the first place. Overall I'm busy, stressed, and hanging onto my teenage years as long as I can. I laugh, cry, dance, scream and procrastinate. Typical Senior. And yes.. I feel some senioritis coming on. My life in words.. this should be interesting.