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  Believe in Yourself - Luke
  Peer Pressure - Nicole
  Sharing Your Gifts - Dave
  Get Ready for High School - Ryan
  True Friendship - Stephanie
  Mean Girls - Becky
  Peer Pressure & Drugs - Sammy
  Time for Yourself & God - Cameron
  God in My Life - Matt
  Self Esteem & Respect - Lindsey
  The Power of Family - Kauri
  Doing Fun Things / Volunteering - Dylan
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"Always be a FIRST-RATE VERSION of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else!"
-Judy Garland
 
Making Time for Yourself & God, by Cameron
Hi, my name is Cameron, I'm a sophomore and I'd like to share with you my experiences about making time for yourself and god in your life. Now, it would probably shock most people that know me (including myself) to hear that I'm discussing this topic. If you know anything about me you know that I'm hopelessly overextended. I basically have a different activity every day of the week, and they usually overlap. Tuesdays for example, I have school, followed by track at 5:30 pm. I have an hour or so until boy scouts at 7:30 pm. Boy Scouts ends at 9:00 pm. However, I also have Young Life from 7:45-9:30 pm. Now many would view this as a possibility, but I somehow manage. Thrown on top of this, I have in the fall school drama and in the spring, the school musical. So, I'm really not the greatest manager of time per say. Though I can't really manage my extracurricular activities as well as I'd like, I do manage the more important aspects of my life, mainly balancing god and myself.
To begin, high school to me seems like this wild tornado. Do you remember that tornado in the Wizard of Oz? It had the house, and the witch, and the fence, and the caravan, and all this other random memorabilia flying around inside it. Now that's basically the image I get when I think of high school. However, instead of the cow and Toto in this tornado, I have my chemistry teacher, my research report on the United Nations veto power, the school musical, and half a dozen other things flying around in there. High school is basically crazy. When you get there it opens an entire new realm of activities. Foremost, you have the sports. Participating in a sport in high school is basically a new life style. You have practice for a few hours everyday after school and usually Saturday practice too. On top of that, you have a game or meet once or twice a week. Next you have the array of clubs at the high school. I remember receiving the list of clubs that the high school had to offer, it was basically a small novel. There is club for almost every possible interest. With the clubs come other activities like the spring musicals or the fall drama productions. And then, you start to consider the normal high school workload. Almost every teacher seems at ease, to demand a half hour from you every night for homework. Sometimes, you have an essay or two over the weekend or for the end of the week. You then have to throw into the mix all the pressure that high school has. It seems that everyone you talk to is saying you have to get that 4.0 GPA, you have to go to an Ivy League college. You're pushed into activities that will look good on a college resume. There seems to be this rush that you throw yourself into. It's like your flying down some whitewater river and you just can't stop.
Now last year, I had one of the worst years of my few. I basically went into high school with the mentality that I was going to work my butt off, get the best grades, do all the clubs that colleges' look for, and then get into the best college available. I really just cared about my grades; who cares if I learned anything. Learning wasn't what school was about to me, it was about getting that A. I would go to school, work hard, and then do one of the mindless activities that I really didn't care about but would look good on my college resume. I had times when I would wake up in the morning and actually wonder what the point was. Why should I get out of bed? Am I actually going to enjoy my day? For me, this was one of the most depressing things ever. I'm actually a really happy kid generally, and when I couldn't find a reason for getting out of bed I wondered what was going wrong. I hated school, my teachers, and myself. I felt confused and stretched too thin. I was being torn apart by the stress of school and the activities that I really didn't care about. Instead of calmly floating down that river of life, I was hitting every rock there was in the rapids.
None of us seem to have the time to slow down and just relax anymore. In our world, we fill every gap in our already busy schedules with more activities. We don't sit down and just think. We don't question ourselves or our actions. We don't really look at where we're going or what we're doing with ourselves. We rush from point to point and we can't really explain why we do. That's just what we have to do. It's what we're told to do; what people expect us to do. You could say that last year I lost my sense of purpose. I never stopped to think about me, just what other people thought I should be. I couldn't see where I was going, just where I was supposed to be. High school has so many different pressures and voices. Your teachers have their opinion on your life, you friends have a different opinion, and then your parents have their expectations for your life. We're bombarded with all these messages about who we should be and what's best for us. With all these voices we lose the more important voices. We lose our own voice, and more importantly we lose god's. With all the clamor about us, we drown out God's voice. We never really think about it sometimes, but God does speak to us. There's no burning bush or lightning and thunder, but he is speaking. You don't have to be in church or in some sacred place to hear Him, the only thing you have to do is listen. Stop and listen for God. Take time out of that crazy day and just think and relax. Reflect on what you're doing and where you're going. Because though we don't know where we're going, and our teachers don't, and even our parents don't, God knows what each and everyone of us could be. And if you listen to Him, you will find your place. Your life won't be like the rapids in a river, but like a calm and peaceful river that leads you to wherever you're supposed to be. I just ask you to stop and listen.