A Randomly Detailed Explanation of Hugs

 

As a rather short human being, I have discovered the three major
types of hugs a person can give at any given time. This theory was recently provoked by my recent friend-zoning. Just to keep the self pity going on a little longer, I was friend-zoned by a guy, we'll call him A, and still haven't figured out how to act and feel. But that in its entirety is its own story. Regardless, here goes my discussion of the three major types of hugs and their significance.

Type One: The "let me throw myself on you" Hug

It should be noted that this hug can also be known as the "feel my chest against yours," as commonly performed when a teenage girl wants to prove to a guy that there's 'something' there. Nonetheless, this type of hug occurs when the shorter person wraps both of their arms around the taller person, falling into them. Most commonly, I act as the shorter person, so my opinion is subjective, but this hug usually signifies there's a deeper relationship, you can't hug your grandfather with this type of hug. Both hugger and huggee are acting rather spontaneously with this sort of hug and will usually lead to some form of kissing. Its the sort of hug you see in all the sappy videos (which I adore) of deployed husbands and wives coming home to meet their spouses in the airport, there's just so much meaning behind those hugs.

Type Two: The Genuine Friend Hug

I began noticing how I proceeded about hugging my male friends in this specific way over winter break. I attended a work holiday party and proceeded to see many close friends I hadn't seen since the summer. Shockingly enough, some of them had gotten taller, or had appeared to, over the four month

time span. Despite the height difference, I always seemed to do a sort of diagonal hug, where one are goes up and around the shoulder and the other goes under their arm reaching up. I think you all have just experienced how terrible I am at describing hugs so I hope the picture will help. Nonetheless, this is the typical friendship hug. I signifies love, but not romance and a platonic desire to hold someone. This sort of hug *totally* works on family members (of any age), and as I've recently learned is how to hug a person who has friend-zoned you. And though I love being able to say I have moved past all the emotions in a sense that I give A friend hugs, I can't say that's the hug I always want to be giving.

Type Three: The "I need your comforting now" Hug

This hug is unlike any other. It is the most relaxing and peaceful feeling in the world (minor exaggeration). I honestly can't explain how magical it is to 'bury' oneself into the chest of someone you trust. Trying to describe this hugging phenomena is instilling the sudden desire to hug someone, sadly the roommate is gone and the almost boyfriend just wants to be friends. This is the type of hug you need after you've been sobbing for no reason or feel like the world is disappearing from under you. It is the type of hug that levels your head and calms your mind, and if your mind is as restless as mine, it is very important at times. I can't say I've had many of these hugs, due to my lack of relationship experience, but those I have had were perfect. If you have the opportunity to hug someone like this, make it last as long as possible, because once it ends, you'll be sad you let go.

Every other type of hug can fit into one of the types of hugs listed above. I'm sure their are many more lists of hugs available to be read across the interwebs but none of them have the incredible stock photos this list shows. Reading this now, it seems rather dull. Good thing I didn't say that at the beginning, or else you never would have reached the end. If only I had a meaningful final sentence to conclude all this...

How Things Change

The following is a paragraph I wrote in 8th grade about where I wanted to go in life and what I wanted to do. All I can say is, boy how things have changed.

This is where I want to go…

I want to grow up and go into education discoveries. I want to study children and discover more useful techniques for children with autism. I want to follow in my mom’s steps and work with autistic and disabled children and infants. I want to go to Ithaca or Charleston college and get a degree in teaching and occupational therapy. I want to get into these studies and make a difference in the way they teach children. I hope to have one child and many close friends maybe adopt one. I want to live in a nice suburban area with my family near my parents (not too close). An average life is not what I want . I want to be able to make new discoveries in education and to make a difference.

How the Children Feel-- Original Lyrics

These are the lyrics to a song I wrote in the olden days. Its is about children in the Great Depression. Enjoy!

How does it feel,
When your kids are hungry
When they’re sad
And you can’t help at all

Little huts are going up in Hooverville
We with there would be no need
The shantytowns all around us
Filled with the poor

Kids cry and birds stop singing
You are trying to stop them
The happy things in life
Are hard to imagine, if things were normal, once again

Chores were to be done
Children couldn’t play
Just for fun
Cooking and cleaning were number one

Kids cry and birds stop singing
You are trying to stop them
The happy things in life
Are hard to imagine, if things were normal, once again

We think of one thing, the children
And how they feel
How we put them through this
I think of the poor, poor children

The world is struggling ..
And you feel helpless
Like there’s seems to be no real way to survive
That’s how I feel, this is how we feel.

Just thinking of the children working
Playing never so often
The world has changed
It’s never gonna be the same

Everything is now harder for us
Jobs aren’t busy
Women working
Men at home all day

Kids cry and birds stop singing
You are trying to stop them
The happy things in life
Are hard to imagine, if things were normal, once again

This is how it (quietly)
This is how it
This is how it feels (loudly)
For the world and our children

Kids are crying,
can you hear them today..

Another Music Essay

This is a paper I wrote in 8th grade for my English class. Today I made a few modifications but the original is preserved on my computer.

Descriptive Essay

I can hear the music as I walk through the white-walled hallway. I feel the excitement in the air from all of the students. Entering the heavy brown doors there is a crowd of people who look like they should be at a town meeting. The crowd covers the whole room, everyone looks different even though they are all dressed in black and white.I run to get my instrument on the wooden rack in the back of the classroom, but it slows into a slow trot winding in between friends and strangers. Once getting my violin tuned by the best teacher in the school, I know the night is about to begin!
We stand, waiting for what feels like forever to leave the cramped orchestra room. We begin to play simple scales and daily warm-ups, they are the worst part of the night. Then our teacher starts the sixth grade songs. This year they play Believe, Jazzy Old St. Nick, and Frosty the Snowman. A rather simple repertoire, but in comparison to the elementary school music they played just a year before it will be a knockout. I remember how lovely we played Believe in sixth grade, it will forever be a favorite piece of mine.
Then the seventh grade plays their songs, I was too thrilled to concentrate. Con Brio plays the beginnings of their songs to us, if they played they’re entire selection we would be late for the concert. Fine, good, that’s all I could say but now its our turn, the eighth graders. Since the sixth grade we’ve looked up to the eighth graders. Now were on top, but only for a measly year. We begin with Ukrainian Bell Carol, and ooh’s and ahh’s float around in the air. It sounded like we were professionals. Then we play Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire, Festival of Lights, and Christmas Time is Here. To finish we play Babes in Toyland our hardest song that will surely take the audience’s breath away.
There are butterflies in my stomach by the time we line up to leave. Even the violins are whispering how energized they are. We walk to the back of the cafeteria. We sit and wait, this is a calm and dull time for any student that isn’t performing. I felt like a sloth except for when I had to change seats when the grades switched. An hour and a half later I hear the end of the last Con Brio song. It’s the last orchestra, the eight grade.
Trying not to smile as I walk upon the small wooden stage, that is covered with  black stands and seats. I try but its hopeless, but I can’t stop smiling. Then I feel the heat on stage from so many lights. There is applause throughout the cafeteria, I still wonder why to this day because we haven’t played anything. I see the music in front of me for about the millionth time. The conductor puts her hands signifying for us to begin.

As we play our songs I think of how many times I’ve played on this stage. Were done, its over, and I can’t wait to get out from under these lights. The audience claps like the angry roar of an starving lion. It was truly our finest winter concert and most definitely, the finest feeling in the world.

College Essay

This was my first attempt at a college essay. It is not the one I used to apply to any schools.

College Essay: Personal Statement

I am a flawed person. In my life I have found so many errors in my method of thinking. I am not the type of person to deny this. I am not close to perfection, but I am on the road, on a trip that’s end is indefinite. This journey started in a train crash sixteen years ago, but I knew my ride could only get better. I have the tendency to forget big things but remember small details. I have the skill to take control of group activities but often choose to be passive when confronted. Yet every minute I discover something different that can lead me to my future. I have learned that I am inclined to encourage optimism in the people around me, even on my worst days. I understand now that just because you can do something, does not mean you should, and have based many decisions off this rule. I have realized that the world is not a perfect place and that in order to succeed, it’s necessary to be determined and work hard. Facing my weaknesses has only led me to improvement. I have grown as a person from all the problems I have dealt with or even caused. I know now that sometimes it’s better to ask, rather than assume. I know I can be a leader without taking control. Instead I will motivate the people I work with and only insert my opinion when necessary. Through all I’ve learned about myself, I have engraved in my head a picture of perfection, my own image of success. The key element in my image of success is furthering my education, in order to pursue a career I am thoroughly interested in. Attending your educational institution would be the next step in achieving my goals. I will continue to admit my weaknesses in order to turn them into strengths and I see college as my opportunity to continue to paint the picture of perfection that I strive for.I know that the knowledge college provides will advance my journey and as I progress through this broken highway they call life, I know I have to face what’s in front of me and not regret the past. I am on a one-way road to self-discovery and there’s no turning back. 

Thought of Randomness

Does anyone know how a gas station is designed. I was wondering this the other day when we passed by a gas station that had been torn down, heres how the conversation went:

(note: previously the spot had a shell station and convenient store)
Mom- What do you think's gonna be there?

Me- I don't know, hopefully a quick check, thats still a good spot for a gas station.

Mom- They can't put that in, I saw they already removed the tanks.

Me- What if they were just replacing them?

Mom- I doubt it, there were 4 tanks, it would cost a lot to replace them.

Me- well how many tanks are need per pump.

Mom- Due to the fact that their is reg. and premium, for every 2 pumps you would have 2 tanks so 4 pumps equals 4 tanks.

Me- What about diesel, for trucks and stuff?

Mom- Diesel would be in a separate tank most likely at a un-noticed pump.

Me- How do you lay out the tanks?

Mom- I DON'T KNOW!!!
She didn't sound mad at me for being curious but more for the fact that she had as much knowledge on the subject as I did. Thats what fascinates me, that we don't know how the most useful fuel in the world works in our own cars. I tried to find this out, searching through google like a mindless wreck. Somehow by typing in, "How does a gas station work" I came up with muscle milk, a stiletto,  and an American flag. I really wanted to find a diagram of the amazing system but not even wikipedia could provide that for me. ugh