Right now, I´m sitting here at Burns Middle School hanging with a group of kids that are ages 12 to 14. Let me just say that they must be on something because these kids are so hyper and have so many ideas that it just completely blows my mind. Like, they're always screaming or telling you this really random but funny story that happened to them while they were in class. For instance, today, this little boy came in and was telling me all about how his teacher ripped him off on his grade and gave him a 65 when it was supposed to be a 90. Then, he went into this long spiel(sp?) about how this teacher was awful and how no one liked him and how the rumor was that everyone was trying to get him fired.
But besides that, they're pretty cool kiddies. They're so little and cute you just wanna give them this big ole hug. They always seem to think you are the coolest person alive because you're in high school and you have a laptop. But with the laptop come all the little nosy students. They're all like, "OOH! You have a laptop...Whatcha doin?...Can I see?" A little annoying at times, but very cute.
They also can't really play their instruments that well yet either. They're still in that stage where everything is hard and they just don't want to work hard enough to play all the good stuff. But that's okay, they'll get there. All I know is that it feels so cool to be able to sight read their stuff on the violin when I play cello! And I can transpose the base clef into treble so I can play the cello part on the violin. Oh yeah, I am soooooo awesome!
Anyways, I promised the kids at the middle school that I would blog about them and I hope this suffices. Love you cuties :)
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Metal Forks
So I have a question: what is wrong with allowing mature teenagers to use metal utensils when they consume their midday meal? Honestly, why do we always have to use plastic forks, spoons, and knives (what a joke)? I mean, it's one thing to eat outdoors at a picnic complete with plastic silverware, but in the cafeteria? I guess it just goes along with the theme of FAKE! The food is fake and therefore we need fake forks? The only problem with this hole free philosophy is that the food is so fake that you can't cut it. The fork breaks before your food does. And that, I have to say, is completely depressing. And if you are of a cleanlier nature and avoid touching food at all costs, then you are toast. It is completely impossible to cut any of the food into bite size pieces that will fit in your mouth without spilling crumby stuff all over yourself.
And why, you may ask, do these horrible people not let us have metal things with which to cut our food like normal human beings? *Drum roll please* Because, we will use them as weapons. Yeah. Okay, well I can kind of see where they get this idea, because when fights break out in the cafeteria and girls will use their nails and pull out hair, it may not be a good idea to have a pile of metal forks just screaming, "Use me to stab her!" But honestly, because a few people are immature I am forced to use my hands to split food or risk breaking the thing? I don't like the idea at all.
But you see, that's not even the worst part. The ultimate gut puncher is that in elementary school, WE WERE ALLOWED TO HAVE METAL FORKS! Isn't that great? When you are six years old and can barely write your name, you are still allowed more privileges than a seventeen year old? Come on. That is insane.
And why, you may ask, do these horrible people not let us have metal things with which to cut our food like normal human beings? *Drum roll please* Because, we will use them as weapons. Yeah. Okay, well I can kind of see where they get this idea, because when fights break out in the cafeteria and girls will use their nails and pull out hair, it may not be a good idea to have a pile of metal forks just screaming, "Use me to stab her!" But honestly, because a few people are immature I am forced to use my hands to split food or risk breaking the thing? I don't like the idea at all.
But you see, that's not even the worst part. The ultimate gut puncher is that in elementary school, WE WERE ALLOWED TO HAVE METAL FORKS! Isn't that great? When you are six years old and can barely write your name, you are still allowed more privileges than a seventeen year old? Come on. That is insane.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Celebrity Crushes?
You know those types of people who hear the name of a celebrity and freak out about how gorgeous he is and how he was amazing in this movie or that? The same ones who start those freaky fan clubs that know every single detail about that person's life and scream whenever that person's name happens to be mentioned? Well, I am NOT one of those people. I feel sorry for the person who has to deal with all the paparazzi and the crazy stalker fans. But sometimes I find what's really sad about their lifestyle is that America doesn't fall in love with the actual person for who they are, but merely for the different characters they portray in movies or TV shows. It'd be such a bummer to have all these people who completely adored you for someone you're not and just pretended to be for a few weeks. When would you ever find someone who would look past all of the fame, fortune and plasticity of Hollywood and care about the person on the inside?
Now, I'm not saying that I won't say that so-and-so is cute or that if we lived in the same town that I'd like to date them or something. But going overboard and writing the fan mail that they never have time to read, or pasting posters of them all over every single possession? I'm not so sure that's even good to think about. It's just kind of hard for me to fathom why someone would want to plaster this person's pictures everywhere when in two weeks that person my not be cool anymore. I don't know, maybe I missed one of those girl genes...the one where you're completely boy-crazy at twelve, love to spend the day shopping, and wearing pink, glittery stuff. Sometimes to me, celebrity crushes seem like a far-fetched dream that has a slim chance of coming true.
Now, I'm not saying that I won't say that so-and-so is cute or that if we lived in the same town that I'd like to date them or something. But going overboard and writing the fan mail that they never have time to read, or pasting posters of them all over every single possession? I'm not so sure that's even good to think about. It's just kind of hard for me to fathom why someone would want to plaster this person's pictures everywhere when in two weeks that person my not be cool anymore. I don't know, maybe I missed one of those girl genes...the one where you're completely boy-crazy at twelve, love to spend the day shopping, and wearing pink, glittery stuff. Sometimes to me, celebrity crushes seem like a far-fetched dream that has a slim chance of coming true.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Life without me?
I know this may sound crazy, but I'm going to say it anyways. Have you ever been living your life, just being normal, and then wondered what would happen if you were to die right then and there? Well....I do....sometimes.
Now anyone who knows me knows that I'm not the crazy psychopath who is obsessed with death. But sometimes I just wonder what kind of legacy I'll leave behind. If I'm in my car and I nearly run off the road, I think about the newspaper story that could be published, "Girl Crashes while Driving Home." And then I think about what they'll put in the story. Will they know how loud I had my music, or what song I was listening to when I crashed? Will they dig deeper and know why I was in a hurry, or what emotions were going through my head? Or will they just assume everything or make up random facts to make it a better story? Or maybe....what if I'm not driving home? Maybe I'm riding on a bus to a volleyball tournament or I'm walking through the mall after an academic competition and then...BANG! I'm dead. What kind of story would they make up then?
Then I think that what people really thought about me would surface. Would my friends be sad that I died? Did they think I was mean and selfish and bossy, or nice and caring like I tried to be. I just have this desire to know how I will be remembered when I am no longer on this Earth.
This whole interest in the legacy I will leave behind was probably sparked by one person, Alfred Nobel. Yes, he died in the late nineteenth century so I know there's this nagging question, "How did he affect ANYthing in your life?" Well, we were in youth group one night and my youth pastor read us this story. Back in the 1800s, there was a newspaper story written about this man who had died in some sort of accident on the road. It discussed how the people responded to his death by being happy that the inventor of the destructive dynamite was finally dead. There was only one problem: the man who invented the dynamite wasn't dead. What had happened in reality was that Alfred Nobel's brother had died in the accident, but the reporter had switched the names. Once Nobel realized what the general public thought of him, he quickly worked to change his name and use his brain for the good of all people. It puts life into perspective and makes you wonder whether you're living the life that deserves a legacy.
Now anyone who knows me knows that I'm not the crazy psychopath who is obsessed with death. But sometimes I just wonder what kind of legacy I'll leave behind. If I'm in my car and I nearly run off the road, I think about the newspaper story that could be published, "Girl Crashes while Driving Home." And then I think about what they'll put in the story. Will they know how loud I had my music, or what song I was listening to when I crashed? Will they dig deeper and know why I was in a hurry, or what emotions were going through my head? Or will they just assume everything or make up random facts to make it a better story? Or maybe....what if I'm not driving home? Maybe I'm riding on a bus to a volleyball tournament or I'm walking through the mall after an academic competition and then...BANG! I'm dead. What kind of story would they make up then?
Then I think that what people really thought about me would surface. Would my friends be sad that I died? Did they think I was mean and selfish and bossy, or nice and caring like I tried to be. I just have this desire to know how I will be remembered when I am no longer on this Earth.
This whole interest in the legacy I will leave behind was probably sparked by one person, Alfred Nobel. Yes, he died in the late nineteenth century so I know there's this nagging question, "How did he affect ANYthing in your life?" Well, we were in youth group one night and my youth pastor read us this story. Back in the 1800s, there was a newspaper story written about this man who had died in some sort of accident on the road. It discussed how the people responded to his death by being happy that the inventor of the destructive dynamite was finally dead. There was only one problem: the man who invented the dynamite wasn't dead. What had happened in reality was that Alfred Nobel's brother had died in the accident, but the reporter had switched the names. Once Nobel realized what the general public thought of him, he quickly worked to change his name and use his brain for the good of all people. It puts life into perspective and makes you wonder whether you're living the life that deserves a legacy.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Fall Colors
The prettiest and greatest thing about fall is the changing leaves. The brilliance of the gold, scarlet, and fiery oranges mesmerizes all who witness their beauty. When I come home in the afternoons, I love glancing out the windows and noticing how every color, though different, seems to fit perfectly with the other colors around it.
But I have to say, there is this one tree, and I have no idea what type it is, but I call it the "Fire Tree." Believe me, it completely deserves it. When autumn first begins, the leaves are dyed a bright, sunny yellow, but only on top. As fall continues to progress, the leaves on the inside of the tree begin to changes to the gorgeous yellow and the leaves on top crisp to a pumpkin orange. Finally, towards the end of the season, the inside burns the bright orange and the top is a dusty rouge. Every now and then, the sun catches the leaves just perfectly, and the tree seems to glow from within. Now I'm not a very good artist, and never have been, but seeing this tree makes me wish that I could just attempt to capture the beauty displayed before me. But, since I don't have this talent, each time I drive by, I take a few extra seconds to look at the tree and think about how pretty it is. And that, is pretty much the highlight of most of my fall days.
But I have to say, there is this one tree, and I have no idea what type it is, but I call it the "Fire Tree." Believe me, it completely deserves it. When autumn first begins, the leaves are dyed a bright, sunny yellow, but only on top. As fall continues to progress, the leaves on the inside of the tree begin to changes to the gorgeous yellow and the leaves on top crisp to a pumpkin orange. Finally, towards the end of the season, the inside burns the bright orange and the top is a dusty rouge. Every now and then, the sun catches the leaves just perfectly, and the tree seems to glow from within. Now I'm not a very good artist, and never have been, but seeing this tree makes me wish that I could just attempt to capture the beauty displayed before me. But, since I don't have this talent, each time I drive by, I take a few extra seconds to look at the tree and think about how pretty it is. And that, is pretty much the highlight of most of my fall days.
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