Graduation Overload

School is out for most schools in the US now, and graduations may be behind us for the year, which is probably a good thing. We can finally breathe easy. Is it just me, or do kids seem to be having graduation ceremonies at every grade these days? Preschool. Kindergarten. Sixth grade. Eighth grade. Twelfth grade. Doesn’t this sort of take away from the graduations that really matter? I picture the kids thinking the equivalent of Forrest Gump and his, “Then ah met the President…again.”

It’s not that moving up to a new grade isn’t important, but in the younger grade levels, it’s certainly more expected, in our culture anyway. It’s like saying, “Congratulations for breathing today!”  Isn’t breathing its own reward? They were probably going to pass kindergarten anyway. Legally, kids have to complete so much schooling.

Completing kindergarten is part of the process of growing up.  Sure, it’s great, but it’s not even a grade with a number yet.  Far more kindergarteners will move on in their education than people will actually complete high school.  Graduation should be about achievement.  But what else should we expect in a society that stops recognizing kids who make honor roll in ceremonies and instead rewards everyone equally? The parts of life that take hard work are being recognized less because it makes those who do not succeed feel badly about themselves.

In my opinion, Jostens and Herff Jones are the ones behind this.  It’s all about making money and much less about the achievements of the children. Sure, it’s adorable to see these little smiling faces in caps and gowns, because we’re used to those being things for older children and young adults.  It’s similar to the way I feel baby shoes are so freaking cute, especially baby Converse or Vans.

Maybe I’m just bitter though. I didn’t have any graduations until I finished twelfth grade. My sisters had both had eighth grade graduation ceremonies, but we moved long before I had my chance, and my middle school did not subscribe to the graduation idea.  I even remember my sisters getting gifts for their graduations, but since I didn’t have a ceremony and only did all the other same stuff to move up into high school, I didn’t get any presents when it was my turn. You know why?  Because it wasn’t a huge deal and nobody thought it was special because there was no ceremony beating them over the head to remind them.

I don’t know the numbers, but when I attended the graduation of the high school I taught at up until last year so I could see my former students graduate, the numbers seemed smaller than years past.  I guess this graduating class was smaller than they have been recently, but a few teachers also told me less kids had decided to attend the ceremony.  How sad!  Graduating from high school truly is a huge rite of passage, and not everyone does it, so it is special, yet more kids are choosing not to attend these days.  My theory is that they don’t see it as all that special since they’ve already done it so many times.  Can we save to special occasions for the occasions that are special so they retain their meaning and importance?

I “walked” for my high school graduation.

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Then I worked hard for two years, while maintaining a GPA that earned me the ranking of Magna Cum Laude to earn my A.A., and I “walked again.

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After completing my requirements for my B.A. and ranking as Cum Laude, I decided I had worked hard enough to go through one more ceremony. (Sadly, I cannot locate this picture) They were special, not because they were a natural progression in life, but because I had worked my butt off for something the average American does not actually achieve (please do not interpret this as elitism- not everybody chooses this path for various reasons, but I did and worked hard for my success). I just don’t want to see what is special lose its meaning.

Aint too Proud to Beg Book Blog Tour DAY SIX

This is my final stop on my blog tour.  Thank you to Willow’s Author Love Blog for hosting me for my final day and many thanks to all the great bloggers who allowed me to “stop by” to promote my new release.

http://willowsauthorlove.blogspot.com/2014/06/terri-klaes-harper-blog-tour.html

Ain’t too Proud to Beg Book Blog Tour STOP FIVE

A grateful thank you to Jeniann Bowers for hosting me today.

http://thecatchall72.blogspot.com/2014/06/introducing-terri-klaes-harper-blog.html

Ain’t too Proud to Beg Book Blog Tour STOP FOUR

Many thanks to Jennifer Pickrell, a former creative writing classmate from our high school days, for hosting me for day four.  Check out today’s post and explore the rest of her blog.

http://jenniferpickrell.wordpress.com/2014/06/04/giveaway-excerpt-of-memoirs-of-an-ordinary-girl-fresh-meat-year-by-terri-klaes-harper/

The Best Intentions versus Follow Through

Sometimes I avoid honesty and give vague responses when asked specifics.  I’m going to use brutal honesty this time, embarrassing and sad as it is.

“How’s the book launch going?” I’ve heard (or had it messaged to me) several times since last Friday.  My responses have ranged from, “Hard to tell yet,” to “Could be a bit better.”

Lies!

It’s not hard to tell when books are sold on Kindle or CreateSpace (both part of Amazon).  I can look it up in almost real time.  I just didn’t want to believe the results myself, let alone admit to anyone else how much my brand new baby book is not selling. One of the most puzzling things is that my first book, which nobody even knew about until after I launched it, did slightly better than this one, the one people were excited and supportive about…until I launched it.

Of course, that’s not quite fair.  People are still excited and supportive, all the way to the point before purchase.

I have sold exactly 20 books right now.  Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate those 20 sales.  I truly do.  And I’ll appreciate them even more if the buyers read and review them on Amazon and Goodreads.   I guess I had just set my sights higher for this book and I’ve put so much in to not only the writing and editing, but also the promotion, which is the hardest part.

I never wanted to be the whiny baby about my book sales, at least not publicly.  I usually keep a smile about it, and maybe crack jokes, even if I’m kicking my feet and throwing a tantrum on the inside.  I’m not an all caps kind of girl, so this must be important:

THIS IS NOT A PITY PARTY. IT’S AN AWARENESS INTERVENTION.

Yes, I’m feeling down about my book not hitting number one overnight.  Actually, my personal goal was 100 sales on my opening weekend.  What can I say? I’ve learned to set my goals often higher than a reasonable result should be expected.  But with the support I was feeling on the way into the launch, it seemed reasonable. Something went wrong.  Maybe a few things went wrong.

My theories:

1) People generally do have the best intentions, but may lack follow through.  Life is full of distractions, and we’re surrounded by life on a daily basis.  I believe with all my heart that there are several people who tell themselves when they see something that reminds them about my book, “Oh, yeah, I want to get that.” And they really do want to, but then life happens and they simply forget.

2) People just assume the book is doing fine.  Unless you have gone through promoting a book yourself, it’s unlikely you would really comprehend how much work and how hard it is.

3) People tell themselves they’ll do it later. Because of number 1. Or maybe they are reading other books and decide they’ll get mine when they’re ready.  That’s what I would probably do because I already have so many books I want to read.

4) People want to be supportive because they think it’s really cool that I wrote two books now, but maybe the book content just is not appealing.  Not everyone is cut out for reading about a teenage girl, after all.

My solutions to the theories:

1) This is the hard one.  Write it down on a to do list or something.  It’s actually super easy to do just about any time because you can order from home, right from your computer, at any time of the day or night, and it hardly takes up any time.

2) It doesn’t matter how well-written and witty my book is.  If people don’t know it exists, they cannot buy/read it.  I need everyone I know to be part of my marketing team. Word of mouth recommendations are huge!

3) I appreciate that people who love to read are generally in the middle of one, two, or ten books at once already.  It can become overwhelming.  I would ask that if you know you want to read it at some point to go ahead and make the purchase now.  The better my book performs in sales right now, the better the chance I can keep the momentum rolling longer.  Then help me out with a review once you get a chance to read it.

4) I could argue that the book is entertaining no matter who you are, because I believe anyone who has ever experienced being a freshman or who lived during the early ’90s can relate, which is true, but some people just aren’t going to believe me.  That’s fine, but you know people who would enjoy it.  If you’re not going to read it, pass the word on to others, or buy it a gift form someone.

I’m not going to lose my passion and optimism.  My book is good and I believe in it.  I think once people read it, they’ll feel compelled to tell others.  I just need to get it into some hands for that to happen. I’m grateful for the people who have bought my book and those who are spreading the word.  Please don’t stop. I need you.

 

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Ain’t too Proud to Beg Book Blog Tour STOP THREE

Thank you to Kaycee at Wonder Struck for hosting today’s blog stop and for the wonderful book review.

Please follow the link to Kaycee’s blog: http://wonderstruck-kcks.blogspot.com/2014/06/terri-klaes-harper-blog-tour-book.html

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Ain’t too Proud to Beg Book Blog Tour STOP TWO

I kicked off the tour on Saturday, and now I’ll have a stop each day through Thursday.  Many thanks to Shannan Williams for hosting me today.

Please read the post and consider following Shannan’s blog.

http://shannanwilliamsworld.blogspot.com/2014/06/memoirs-of-ordinary-girl-fresh-meat.html

Ain’t too Proud to Beg Book Blog Tour STOP ONE

Here’s a link to the first of my book blog tour stops. Much thanks to Elle Klass for having me.

Enjoy and spread the word.

http://thetroubledoyster.blogspot.com/2014/05/memoirs-of-ordinary-girl-fresh-meat.html

Launching My “Ain’t too Proud to Beg” Book Blog Tour and Book Release Party

That’s really a pathetic title, isn’t it? Seriously though, in the wise words of TLC, “I ain’t too proud to beg” for some book sales, and I also thought this fit the style of my books bringing back the nostalgia of the ’80s and ’90s through music and other now dated pieces of pop culture.

Releasing my second book in the Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl series is a pretty big deal to me…you know… because I wrote the book and all. Today is that big day and I want to share it with as many people as possible. And I want you to share it with as many people as possible. So I’m going on tour, virtually.  I begged (and possibly blackmailed) a few people to post about me and my book on their blogs through next week. Each day, I’ll link their posts to my blog. I’m also going to host a sort of Facebook release party a few evenings next week.  Join if you can. Trick someone else into joining if you can’t. I’ll have some trivia of the times, a few guest authors, and some Q&A moments. It’s a public event on Facebook I’ll be sharing on my author page.

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I like to mix the truth with imagination, so this is about one part truth, one part nostalgia, and three parts imagination.

Book Blurb: “It’s just another extraordinarily ordinary year in Drew Hotchner’s world, and one she faces again with wit and sarcasm.  Freshman year is the only thing that just might be more horrific and awkward than middle school, and Drew cannot avoid it.  Thankfully, she is not alone and still has her support crew of friends, because some things never change, no matter the setting.  Old enemies return and new distractions abound, such as a new crush, even while she holds onto the old, the advent of the grunge music movement, helping to plan a wedding, and the creepy neighbor boy down the equally creepy rural road.  Drew must again learn to hold her own in the unknown and to stay true to her identity while also learning that doing the right thing is not always the easy thing and may take a degree of maturity a fourteen year old often doesn’t realize she has.”

And here’s an excerpt to whet your Drew Hotchner appetite:

And so It Begins

As the casket slowly lowered down into the grave, tears were dabbed from damp faces with pristine, white tissues, stark against the corresponding black dresses. From my vantage point in class, I could watch entire funerals take place in the cemetery next to, and down the hill from, Florntayor High School. I wondered who these people had been and whom they had left behind. I found myself making up dramatic stories in my head about their lives and tragic deaths. This was the second funeral during this class period within the first two weeks of school. How fitting that it was during my math class, the most dreaded of all subjects for me.

Jolting me from my daydream, a hand reached back and grabbed my left ankle, which I had apparently been jiggling as I had crossed that leg over the other. This proved to be too much temptation for Chip, the huge redneck who sat directly in front of me and asked me out daily. The overgrown senior turned and smirked, not letting go of my ankle. I mouthed silently to him that he better let go, but he just held on tighter and shook his head, his frizzy mullet rustling over his plaid flannel collar and bare, yet Chewbacca-fuzzy shoulders (the flannel sleeves had obviously been ripped off to allow for a more functional summer shirt), so I used my other foot to kick him in the butt, just missing his can of chew. “Ouch!” he howled, drawing attention from Mr. Bunson, my worst nightmare.

“Mr. Dicksen, what seems to be the problem?” Mr. Bunson inquired, peeking over the oblong glasses that had slid down his nose.

“She kick’d me!” Chip whined as he pointed his thumb back my way.

“Is this true, Ms. Hotchner?”

“Only because he grabbed my ankle and wouldn’t let go,” I stated as matter-of-factly as I could.

“There is no reason to resort to violence, young lady,” Bunson reprimanded as he tried to get his lab coat unhooked from something sticking out of the table in the front of the room. This was pre-algebra. Why did he wear that thing anyway? It’s not like we were mad scientists mixing chemicals. We were just trying to solve for x and y, or in my case, trying not to fall asleep. In the very moment he unhooked himself the bell mercifully rang. “You keep your feet to yourself, Ms. Hotchner. Ladies do not kick, and I will not hesitate to write you up if it happens again.”

“But he grabbed my ankle. It was self-preservation. Why doesn’t Mr. Dicksen get in trouble?” I asked, almost a bit too mockingly. Realizing I probably should have kept my mouth shut, I quickly added, “I promise I won’t do it again, if you could just move him away from me. He bothers me every day and I’m afraid he’s hindering my ability to learn.” Maybe I could change my sass to a plea for help. A sort of “Help me, Mr. Bunson; you’re my only hope” type tactic.

“Is that so? I’ll consider that. Do not be as late for your next class now as you were for mine.” Ouch. I had already been late for Mr. Bunson’s class two times in as many weeks, quite possibly coinciding with the days of the funerals, though I could not remember for sure. I had to race all the way across campus after changing from gym class, and I had to stop at my locker because there was nowhere to keep my math book in the locker room, so even though I’d been halfway in the classroom at least one of those times, Mr. Bunson had written me up for being tardy both times. One more tardy would equal after school detention for me. The worst trouble I’d ever been in before was two days kicked off the bus and two weeks of bus probation when I was in middle school, which incidentally, was also an unjust punishment when I had stood up for someone. I could already tell Mr. Bunson did not care for me any more than Mrs. Nelson, my bus driver, cared for me.

I wished I could start this school year over again, maybe with a different schedule, or in an entirely new location. High school was supposed to be better than middle school, but being a freshman sure didn’t feel like a step up. I was content to not stand out in any way for the rest of high school, as I was certain it would be easier to survive that way. For this reason, I was glad my friends and I had chickened out of our original plan to make an impression on our new teachers and fellow students…

Copyright 2014

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Another Book, Another Soundtrack

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In my upcoming book Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl: Fresh-meat Year, Drew’s musical tastes have grown and grunge has been unleashed. With each video, I’ve included the excerpt where the song or band is mentioned.

Metallica: Enter Sandman

“My guess was he was just a bit taller than I was, and his dark brown hair hung in his face, covering one of his eyes. He wore a black Metallica tee shirt, so I knew he had good taste in music. We would be a perfect match.”

Jesus Jones: Right Here, Right Now

“In the time it took me that night to do my homework, except for the pre-algebra I was avoiding, and listening to my entire Jesus Jones cassette tape (both sides), Ryan called for my sister seven times.”

Paula Abdul: Rush Rush

“I expressed this theory to Adrienne as I dropped off her books that afternoon and we watched Paula Abdul and Keanu Reeves in her Rebel Without a Cause style video for ‘Rush Rush.’ Somehow we found her to be an acceptable pop artist, and we both drooled over Keanu, just as we had while watching him bring down surfer bank robbers in Point Break.”

 

Nirvana: Smells Like Teen Spirit

“That evening I was introduced to Nirvana for the first time and their “Smells Like Teen Spirit” video revolutionized our outlooks on pep rallies and helped usher in a whole new style of musical genius to teens everywhere. Soon after, the Bubba-Joes and Allie-Maes of Florntayor weren’t the only ones wearing flannel shirts. Grunge had arrived, and it was wonderful.”

 

Ozzy Osbourne: No More Tears

Dustin and Adrienne were watching Ozzy’s “No More Tears” video from an old floral couch with wooden trim and threadbare arms.

 

Billy Ray Cyrus: Achy Breaky Heart (hahahahaha!)

“That was Chip Dicksen, the redneck senior in my math class who thinks grabbing my ankle is a turn on.”
“You better watch out. With that mullet, he’s likely to sing ‘Achy Breaky Heart’ to you.” I simply rolled my eyes in response.

 

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Under the Bridge

While Anne and I happily watched Anthony Keidis running and running in the “Under the Bridge” video, Mona and Violet’s minion Julia came sauntering in our direction.

Soundgarden: Outshined

I spied a black Soundgarden shirt draped over his desk chair, which I picked up and flung at him. “I’m going to need you to put this on,” I said as I lowered my backpack from my shoulders, untangling my hair from the upper loop.

 

Firehouse: Love of a Lifetime

“It’s a mystery,” she replied, shaking her head sympathetically. “But they danced to ‘Love of a Lifetime,’ so they’re probably going out now. I saw them together earlier.”

 

Guns N Roses: Don’t Cry

We managed to escape the world where parents mattered while attempting to rescue Princess Toadstool, later known as Princess Peach, in Dustin’s attic bedroom. Guns N’ Roses blared from the stereo. We stopped between levels as “Don’t Cry” came on. “I love this song. I know it’s a released song and everyone knows it and all, but it’s still one of my favorites on this album,” Dustin admitted, and we listened without speaking, all the way until Axl Rose held out the final note, his voice wavering up and down, and then we resumed the game until Adrienne’s mom showed up.

 

Jane’s Addiction: Been Caught Stealing

“Ugh. Now I have to find another date,” I replied.
“Take Adrienne.”
“No way. She’s got Jane’s Addiction concert tickets that night. Besides, Angela didn’t think I could get a real date, so the gauntlet has been thrown down, in a matter of speaking.”

 

Pearl Jam: Alive

The great debates of our lives became whether or not Adrienne and I were going to torture ourselves by not only attending the upcoming homecoming game but the dance as well, whether Nirvana or Pearl Jam was better, and whether or not Dustin liked me. We were currently undecided on all fronts.

 

Bryan Adams: Everything I Do

For the rest of the night some poetry was recited by a mousy junior girl and Bryan Adams’s “Everything I Do” was sung a cappella, and badly, by a senior who was using it as a means to ask a girl to prom. She said yes and with tears in her eyes, which were obviously there for different reasons than the tears I had in my eyes after the performance.

 

Sex Pistols: God Save the Queen

“Do you think they’ll have Sid and Nancy: Love Kills?” Adrienne had taken an interest in British punk music as of late, and had written “God Save the Queen” and “Sex Pistols” on all her notebooks.

 

Guns N Roses: Patience

He played the usual “Electric Slide” type torture after the first bride and groom and father and daughter dances, but he had brought along a selection that Dustin and I enjoyed as well, including Guns N’ Roses’ “Patience,” which became our slow dance for the evening.

 

The Doors: Riders on the Storm

We both sat without speaking for what felt like eternity, but I knew was only about thirty seconds because we only covered a short stretch of the drive home in that time and we didn’t make it past the beginning of The Doors’ “Riders on the Storm.”

I love reliving my youth through the music that shaped it, and I think Drew would too.  Hopefully you relived yours a bit as well.  The book will be unleashed tomorrow at http://bit.ly/tlklaes