Three Cheers for... Six Years?

So as you probably know, I dropped out of high school a few years back.

Not the smartest move.

I don't regret it though. After all, where would I be without having had to make up my progress?

I wouldn't be here in the media center working with one of my best friends, Kristine R. Bush. She's really become like family to me this last year.

Who knows if I would have even met the most important person in my life, my amazing fiancée, Patricia Emily Hester? Would I have been at the school those times and got to know her?

Who knows?

Whatever happened happened, and I don't regret it a single bit. I'm where I want to be now, and I'm glad to be here.

So the real reason for this post is to share the news of my completion of the High School system. Today I tested out of my last 1/2 credit and I am completely finished.

Yay for me.

I'll admit that six years in high school is a bit ridiculous, but hey, better late than never, right?

I think so.

So here's the thing...

Ya know how you always hear people saying stuff like

Oh! High School is the best years of your life!

Yeah right.... right?

Wrong.

So you get to about your sophomore year, and you're just ready for it all to be over...

Maybe you let your thoughts get the best of you, and you decide that it's not really worth your trouble to go anymore.

I’m not saying that this is the smartest option, and wouldn’t recommend it to anyone ever. I’m just saying that I’m not a worthless wreck because of it all.

Stay in school.

But back to the whole best years thing.

I found that amongst all of the teenage/high school drama, there is so much to learn. We learn so much in high school that prepares us for a future outside of public high school.

The people that we meet, whether they remain lifetime friends or just another shoulder to cry on until you have to move on, can help you with the toughest of times.

For real. Look around you.

High school teaches you how to interact socially so that you don’t end up lonely and depressed for the rest of your life.

In my own high school experience, I happened to come across the most amazing people in the world.

Patricia Emily Hester, my best friend in the entire world. The most amazing fiancée that anyone could ever hope to have. She is the main reason for my epic (but well overdue) return to the high school system. She gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Seriously Patty, I hope you read this…

All that I am and all that I will ever be will be because of you. Because you believed in me and told me how much I could accomplish.

But don’t think that I’ve left you out since I credit Patty so highly; I still acknowledge the gratuitous amounts of help that I received from some others who I also happened to meet during high school.

Alexa Newell, you are just like my little sister. I’m so glad that you’re happy with Joey, cause now I don’t have to worry about some jackass breaking your heart or creeping on you with their bald head and excessively hairy faces. With gross creases in their foreheads and a strange obsession with sheep. Plus Joe’s not so much of a dick now.

Kristine R. Bush is like my epic older sister who just happens to only be a few years younger than my parents (These things happen often I’m sure.) She has given us all an escape. She does so much to make things easier for other people without ever asking for a single thing in return. She’s one of the most genuinely nice and considerate people that I’ve ever met.

So really I'm just saying that you can do something epic with your life. I would recommend re-enrolling in class as a great start for that.

Oh, yeah.

I almost forgot...

I finished shool on Friday, which is actually when I started this blog, but it's been a long weekend.

Three cheers for Cody!

Perhaps you were wondering: An overview of my thoughts.

I figured that for those of you who take the time to read this and know, yes, my blog title is the title of a book, and no, I have not read the book. I just find the saying to be nice. It has a very nice sound to it and I enjoy it. The story behind the saying is even more interesting than the saying itself, Joe has told me about it, and I'm gonna read the book. Don't worry.

This is obviously my first blog using this site, and I'm rather unsure of what to even talk about, but I figured that I might as well start one up since I've went through the trouble of making an account.
I figure that talking about books is something I feel that I can get into, so here we go...

Lately I find that just any old book may not be good enough for my tastes. It used to be that I could just read anything and it would be good enough, but as of lately I have a very particular style that I have to have. A good story is a definite must have, but even the most interesting of plots can't make up for a poor writing style.

I understand how boring this must be, but believe me, it will get better....

So I picked up the book Lucas by Kevin Brooks. It's about a girl who falls for this total outcast guy, then in being with him, realizes the prejudices or the island she lives on.

I realize that I probably slaughtered that description, so here's a link to the Wikipedia page:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucas_(novel)

Seems kinda interesting, huh?

Well upon reading the first chapter or so, which basically drone on about nothing, which isn't always so bad, except when it's written so uninterestingly.

I forced my father to go pick up my brother, but suddenly, I hate my brother, and when we pick him up, he's an asshole and blah, blah, blah...

Why?

But enough about what I can't read, let's talk about what I can read.

So after ditching Lucas, I found myself searching online for reccomended reads. This is how I happened to find the book Under the Wolf, Under the Dog by Adam Rapp.

Very interesting...

Possibly one of the most depressing things that I have ever read in my entire life, but I couldn't let it go. It had almost literally became a part of me. The character is designed so well, you learn something new about him in every chapter, so you don't truly understand him as a person until you finish the last page. It's written so well.

Now I'm not saying that this is my favorite book in the entire world or anything, but it's honestly just something that I can get into and enjoy.

if you want more info on the book, here's a good review:
http://www.teenreads.com/reviews/0763618187.asp

It seems that the hopless character is kinda what gets me into a book. Take any book written by Chuck Palahniuk, one of my favorite authors. They're designed to fail from the very beginning, and it's a great experience following them through to something greater. Even if the character never accomplishes anything, it's always interesting to hear a story from the deepest of depressions. You tend to realize how much worse things could be for you in readng what the lives of these sad, lonely people are like.

Seeing these lifes can also have a negative effect.

True Story.

Why do we humans connect so closely to others we can't even know?

In reading a fictional novel, I can't help but to become close to the main character, thus making his problems a matter of concern for me. So if this character's mother could die, his brother kill himself, his father lose grip with reality, and he, himself fall deeper into some form of psychological breakdown, you could see how it might be a problem to be connecting with them. One might find themself losing an entire day, that would have otherwise been productive, to zombie-esque state of depression. You might, say, spend 3 hours in a bathtub reading and hoping that things brighten up for your new friend?

That's just a possibility.

In no way am I saying that this is a definite outcome of reading a depressing book, but hey...

...Shit happens.

I would still reccomend reading a depressing book every once in a while to anyone. It's a healthy experience, and it's just necessarry sometimes....

Well I'm beginning to feel as if I've written enough for the time being, and I feel that I will finish this up here. Thanks for reading and we'll see what I think of next time.