Round two. Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday! And I tell people the most cliche response as to why; we gather around the table and get together with all of our relatives. Not completely wrong, but I would have to say my favorite part is the food... This year though, is tough. Of course the holiday was fine, but it's different. One, it went by way too quickly. Two, school starts up and bam! finals. And three, I have a brother in college now. So it's all goodbyes and farewells. It almost feels like the calm before the storm. I guess it's a part of growing up, but it's hard to remind yourself that times are changing. But looking into the future helps. We have exactly 27 days until Christmas. And just 27 days until my 5/8 the way done with high school and it's entirely. But until then, happy holidays!

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Ordinary. Something nobody cares to see anymore. It is all about the extraordinary and spectacular, but extra only makes up five out of the thirteen letters in extraordinary. I'm ordinary, and I am okay with it. I don't need that extra, it is only fluff anyways. Of course, there is a lot of pressure in high school to be... more. Get in a ivy league college, get a nine to two job, and make butt loads of money. But whatever happened to the ordinary? It was banished. According to society, it is more appropriate to stand out, even if that means hiding your true inner self. I am Avery. 16 years old. Already being told that the most important thing to do is to graduate with honors, a good SAT or ACT score, and to grow up to be extraordinary. I remember being just twelve and dreaming and wishing that I could to be a... brain surgeon. Now don't get wrong, the world could very well benefit from more brain surgeons, but I was brought up to think that anything less would be unacceptable. So here is decision. I choose to live my life in my own way. Ordinary. Travel the journey of my ordinary and real life with me, every week.

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