Silly Boys

So we were watching this movie in Biology, called Gattaca or somthing. It's about how learning the entire human genome could cause like a million problems. In this movie, children are born invitro, and their parents get to choose every aspect of their genes. Well, there's this one family who has one child born normally, Vincent, and one child born through this genetic stuff, Anton. Well, the genetically superior child always picked on his older brother because everyone believed that he was this weak little thing who wouldn't amount to anything. Sometimes, the two boys would play chicken and see who could swim the farthest out into open water before turning back. For the first few times the genetically better child would win, but after working for years and gaining muscles and endurance, Vincent beat all odds and swam farther than Anton. Then, after Vincent gets into Gattaca with the help of some people, his brother challenges him again to a game of chicken to redeem himself.

This is where I get confused. See, this scene is late at night when the sea is tossing and turning and you can't see the shore when you get far enough out. I think it's safe to say that this competition was more than a little dangerous. It was just weird, if Vincent was strong enough to beat Anton before and get into Gattaca, then why did Anton feel the need to challenge him again in those awful conditions? Why couldn't he just let it go and say yes, in this one area, you are better than me? I don't know, I think it's a boy thing. They have to go out and do something dangerous in order to feel like they've accomplished something and truely won. For girls, it's like, oh hey that's dangerous and I could lose my life? Well, forget it then.

In reflection, boys are just silly and I have no idea why they feel like they have to prove themselves in the weirdest ways.

Tick...Tock

It's really kind of crazy actually. My junior year of high school is almost gone. I'm not quite sure how it happened. I was certain that yesterday was my trip to Hawaii, my first day of school, or even Sadie Hawkins, but I look at my calendar and I realize, it's all gone. Prom was last week. Last week! Can you believe it? I spent all that time preparing for it, and it's over. This upcoming weekend I have two pretty big school trips planned, and it's just going to be a little bit crazy. But seriously, where did all the time go?

It doesn't seem right that this is one of my last blogs to ever have to write for a grade as a junior. There's no way that I've already (almost) completed 11 years of schooling, and by the end of the next one, I'll be well on my way to college and the big world out there. Kind of a scary thought.

Now, I know that for the entirety of this year I've been saying, this year has gone by SOOOO SLOW! But now that I'm at the end, the race doesn't seem like it was that long. I've made so many new friends this year, especially seniors, that I wish I would have gotten to know last year so we could become better friends. But I didn't. And now, they're going to be gone in a matter of weeks, and I may never, ever see them again. We won't have any more matches together, no more helpful hints at school, and no more therapy sessions after a long day. It will all be over, and I won't ever get these days back. It's a little depressing. In some ways, change is good, even needed, but just now, I don't want my life to change. I want to stay in my little bubble and not have to leave my friends, family, and security. But things are changing, and too quickly I might add. Even though I still have one more long year of high school ahead of me, I'm sure that, when I walk down the aisle to get my diploma, in my mind's eye I'll be walking the halls of high school for the first time.

Poe

Okay so today we were in history and it was the last day before the big test. Where I sit, I'm near some people who like to talk during the class. Well, somehow, these guys brought up how this one time during quick recall I made a really stupid answer to a question. The question said, "This man shaved his mustache..." and I thought, "Oh hey we just talked about a guy shaving his mustache to avoid the army" so I buzzed in and said, "Poe." (Of course it was wrong....way wrong). In my defense, I was tired and on edge and when I heard something that rang a bell I reacted too quickly for my mind. Anyways, so we're talking about it in our small circle and I keep telling them to be quiet because it was embarrassing. Because that of course could not have been humiliating enough, one of them decided to bring it up in front of the whole class. So fun. The whole freaking class got to hear about how stupid I was.

Now for me, I'm always a perfectionist, and obviously, criticism is something I don't deal with very well. So when these boys brought up something that I'd spent two years trying to forget, it really made me angry. I couldn't think of a good enough comeback so I just kind of sulked all period and refused to talk to them. It was so bad that the teacher called me up to his desk after he'd finished teaching and made sure that I was okay. Yeah. I guess if looks can kill, he was going to have an EMT on call or something, haha. Anyways, I had to get this out of my system because I was so angry. But I'm okay now.