Fave Month Evar in Lyfe?

Okay, so I know I should be doing my Extended Essay because I only have 2,437 words and it was due yesterday, BUT Sparknotes.com (which I wasn’t using to write my essay of course…. angelic face*) had a super tempting advertisement that I just had to click on. It led me to this article called August Is the Best Month so I used my incredibly valuable time to read it. You can probably guess, I loved it! It might be because it’s TWO something A.M. in the morning (Cool. Tautologies. I learned that word from the Department of Redundancy Department) and I’m super bored from Extended Essay nonsense, but I thought it was the most creative, fun, wonderful, witty, spirited, superb opinion article I’ve ever read in my whole life. Did I really admit that? I think I might be overly tired. Anyways. At least my grammar is correct- I hope. Because grammar is kinda important when writing an essay. The graders in Istanbul won’t be merciful to a “Hermann Hesse totally rocked that ending, like forreals” or “Siddhartha is a major babe!” Okay there’s no hope. I’m delirious. GAH, Back to the point!!

Dear Future Me,
Here is an awesome Idea! Post Something JUST like this, except BETTER. Pick a BETTER month and come up with ten.. no.. ELEVEN even BETTER reasons why that month is BETTER than August and then write about it during…no, BEFORE that month! You can definitely do it. Past You was counting on Me… You… I don’t think anything I say is going to make sense to Future Me.
Love, Past You.. Me?

P.S. Holy Cow. Delirious Past You.. Me just realized how much she uses Caps Lock when she’s tired/bored/months younger than You, I, Me, We are now, will be soon. GO CAPS LOCK. If you didn’t know already… It’s cruise control for cool. Thumbsupskies*

P.P.S. PLEASE. No more brainstorming until after You Me finishes her my Extended Essay.

P.P.P.S. Also, before the results of the Fave Month Evar in Lyfe competition there needs to be more updates on this superlong ToDo List. I have to fill in all my tens of thousands of daily readers who care. Well, tens… okay no, but there are at least 3 pretty much every day, sometimes I get like 12 on really random days for no reason and I don’t notice until a month later and I’m thinking to myself “I don’t know why because I only update this thing like 6 posts/month.” Okay, this is dumb. Back to work..

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Mischief Managed.

I was in the middle of writing a very emotional tribute to the Harry Potter series and it being the end of an era… blah blah blah, when I stumbled upon a note my friend has just posted on Facebook for all to see. No one has been more upset about missing the midnight premier than this girl, Lexie. Let me explain. Because we are at Governor’s School, not only are we not allowed to go to the midnight premier, we aren’t seeing the movie at all for the duration of our stay. There’s one thing you cannot mess with and that is a school of 400 nerds and their opportunity to see the last Harry Potter movie. It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. It almost makes me want to pack my bags and head home right now. Anyways, enough whining. I think I should post my friend’s farewell to Harry Potter because it means a lot to her.

“Harry Potter isn’t just a book. It’s not just a series, and it most CERTAINLY is not just a movie. It’s an era…. a universe…. a world, and it is one of the reasons that I am who I am today.
To some people, it’s entertaining. To me…. I don’t even know how to describe it. The books are probably as important to me as the Bible is to some Christians. I’ll preach it to you too…. just diss it and I will cite verses from the pen of J.K. Rowling and jinx you with my pretend-wand ’till you’re convinced I’m crazy. I’m fiercely protective of it and I seriously get more worked up about it than most people. I was one of those people who waited for the books like a kid who just drank 3 gallons of water waits for the bathroom. When I got them, I would read non-stop until I finished and then I would re-read them all again, and then again. And then again when I was bored. My mom will still say to me “stop reading the same thing over and over again! Don’t you ever get tired of it?” I don’t. It’s like a different journey every time and I get to learn more about the characters and imagine more about the world that Rowling created every time. I fantasize so much about riding on a real broomstick and playing quidditch (I would most def be a chaser) and so I settle for just playing muggle quidditch with all my favorite muggles. I have a real broomstick too. When I went to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, I cried inside just seeing the ‘life size’ Hogwarts and then cried again inside when I remembered that none of it was actually real. But like… it is real. And no matter how many cynical people tell me I’m cray-cray for thinking it’s real, look around you. Rowling freakin’ created a universe. (“Of course this is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”)
I know I can seem like a little bit of a ‘snitch’ sometime when people are all psyched about the movies when they haven’t read the books or something, but it’s only because I feel sorry for them for not being able to experience the true magic of the world you get to imagine and see for yourself. If I could, I would so go back and just Obliviate myself (Mariela) so that I could completely relive the whole thing. I can imagine my face as I crack open the new spine of the first book for the first time and being embraced by the magic within and become enlightened once more. I look forward to when my little sister is old enough to engage in discussions with me about it, and I want to meet J.K. Rowling so badly it’s not even funny. And no, I’m not obsessed. You may be like “LOL SHE”S SO OBSESSED” but like… I’m seriously not. I don’t think Harry is “hot” like Twilight fans think of Edward, I don’t run around with a wand (ALL of the time) and try to find horcruxes…. But I do play quidditch. And I do dress up. And I do freakin’ PREACH IT. Because it’s all part of the fun. It’s all part of the magic. THIS IS REAL MAGIC AT WORK. I love being a part of it. I’ve been looking forward to going to the midnight premiere of the LAST installation of the LAST possible thing of Harry Potter for forever, and I’m not able to go because I’m having the time of my life at Gov School with other kids who feel just as strongly and just as disappointed…..For those of you who have not read the books who are fortunate enough to attend the midnight premiere….. I strongly encourage you to go pick up the books and read them. Everybody could use a little more magic in their lives. ♥ –O-O–
Sorry if this was kind of dramatic/rambley, but it seriously needed to be said. And trust me, there is a whole lot more to be said….. 🙂 I love you.
PS. I was gonna put a really good quote from a book at the end here, but there are just WAYYYYYY too many…. :)”
 

The girl who wrote this is a grammar Nazi to the extreme. By her spelling errors, most of which I have corrected, and her horrid grammar, some of which is still there, it is clear how much emotion she put into this note. She cried today and for a good reason. I hope all of you who are going to see the midnight premier, dressed in your finest Hogwarts robes and carrying magic wands, realize how lucky you are. I also hope you all say “Mischief managed” at the end of this film. (Check out the Facebook Event “I Solemnly Swear that I am Up to No Good”). Not every Harry Potter fan will be going to the midnight premier, starting in a mere 24 hours, and it breaks my heart, especially because these fans are my friends.

My friends and I dressed up at Radford on the day of the Harry Potter premier. Celebrating the event even though we couldn't go.

Sticking it to the Man

There are those teachers whose lessons follow us for our entire lives, touching the very core of our existence, changing the way we think. Then, there are those teachers who make us ask, “Who let this person teach children?” It is these teachers whom, while entertaining in their carelessness and ignorance, infuriate me to the highest degree. That is, until their ignorance affects my life for the better.

There were two AP Government teachers at my highschool (who will remain nameless except for Ms. W and Mr. R). Ms. W is the type of teacher who encompassed the entertaining aspects of relaxed teachers while still managing to teach and inspire her students. Mr. R is the epitome of a lazy teacher. I was blessed to have Ms. W as a teacher; however, my friend was not so lucky, but this brings me to my story and my inspiration for a new addition to my blog, which is still under construction. Every Ap Government student is assigned a textbook for which they are responsible throughout the school year. For some reason I’m not quite sure, this friend had gained possession of a second textbook, with the approval of Mr. R and was not asked to return that second textbook at the end of the year. Now, these textbooks are expensive and run anywhere from $50-100 or more, so I can assure you, Mr. R would have wanted that back. But by some slip of the mind, or the grace of God, if you will, this book has fallen into the hands of one of my friends. What would she want with a textbook for a class she’s already taken, you might ask. I, myself, asked this questioned. She could have sold it for money, given it to some other student who has yet to take the class, (or the ethically acceptable route) given it back to the teacher who had made the mistake. She did none of these things. She’s one of those people who has to make everything they do be amazing and unique, whether it’s intentional or not. I’ll admit right now, what she decided to do with this used AP Government textbook is probably the most useful thing I’ve ever done with a textbook in my life. It has now become her personal art collection book, with every page slowly becoming a beautiful watercolor painting, or inspirational writing, or mind-blowing pattern. It’s even better because of what’s underneath the paintings: the description and explanation of our government. She’s sticking it to the man.

I think it’s the most incredible idea ever and I’m so happy she’s letting me be a part of it as I have done a few paintings in the book as well. Although I’m not an incredibly talented artist like some of my other friends, I do love painting and watercolors and expressing myself and sticking it to the man. Until now, textbooks were always a thing we cared for as if it were a child, loving it, keeping it safe from rain and snow, cleaning it after dinner, keeping an eye on it at all times for fear of loosing it or, God forbid, someone taking it, and turning the pages ever so gently so as not to tear one. The fact that she has decided to turn it into something so aberrant has changed my way of thinking. Her creativity is inspirational; in fact, that’s why I have decided to create a page devoted to sticking it to the man. I’ve always been one to believe in questioning authority, and this is a perfect opportunity to do just that. I’m not sure what exactly I’ll put on this page yet. Maybe it will show some artwork from the book, or some of my personal philosophy about authority, or some of my experiences with authority which my readers and friends can read for themselves and develop their own philosophies about the Man. I’m not usually one to preach my values; you can have your own. I, however, believe in Benjamin Franklin’s words, “It is the first responsibility of every citizen to question authority.”

The Heart of Life is Good

So I’ve been in Radford, Virginia for the past week and a half. Why? Because I was accepted to Summer Residential Governor’s School for Humanities, which means I’ll be here for three more weeks. I say that like it’s a bad thing, but it’s not for so many reasons, but for one in particular about which I would like to spread the word.

Last Tuesday a group of people, including a professor of psychology at Virginia Tech, visited the Governor’s School students to relay a very important and true message: The world would be a much lovelier place if we were all nice to each other. In fact, I have held this very same philosophy throughout my life and find it to be a very frustrating concept. I was  taught from a very early age by my mother that when dealing with someone you wouldn’t necessarily like to waste energy trying to be friends with (a euphemism for someone who is not nice), it is best to “kill them with kindness.” This technique has brought me very far in life and I live by these words every day. Anyways, these people who came to visit us are with an organization called Actively Caring for People who’s mission “aims to establish a more compassionate, interdependent, and empathic culture within schools, businesses, organizations, and throughout entire communities.” It involves a large-scale movement in which green wristbands with numbers are used to thank people for “any behavior going above and beyond the call of duty for others.” This movement encourages actively caring for friends, family, teachers, strangers, and anyone else one might come into contact with by using the see, act, pass, and share method shown below.

See? It's so easy!

This shows the first three steps.

1. Observing the act of kindness.

2. Recognizing the act of kindness and thanking that person for actively caring.

3. Passing the wristband to that person and telling them to “Pass it on” too!

But there is one more very important step, which is the sharing part.

4. Share your actively caring stories on the organization’s website along with the number of the wristband so you can track wristbands you’ve given to people and they can track wristbands they’ve received.

So far I have both given and received a wristband and posted the stories to the actively caring website (click the link above). I really recommend you get involved in this movement. To me, there is nothing more desirable than a world in which everyone actively cares for one another.

Positive Thinkings

This is not part of my ToDo List, but it’s something I’ve been wanting to do.

It started about a month ago when I saw a sticky note on the window of my french portable. Written on the sticky note was a quote and hearts and whatnot. I don’t know how it got there or who it came from, but it made me happy. I thought, “Oh, you can do that? What a wonderful idea!”

A few days ago I found a little pad of paper on my mom’s desk, perfect for cute notes, and I remembered the sticky note. I realized that I could make people happy taping them around school in random places. Tuesday I taped my first inspiring note to a soap dispenser in the girls’ bathroom in the 200 hallway. The note read, “Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful,” a quote from the German philosopher Albert Schweitzer. I really believe that nothing should stop you from doing the things you want to do and not letting anyone tell you something else is better. If you want to play saxophone because you like jazz music, don’t let your mom decide you will play the piano.

Tomorrow’s note will say “Keep your face always toward the sunshine and the shadows will fall behind you.” I love Walt Whitman and I think this one says a lot about how our perceptions influence our experiences. I won’t elaborate anymore on that because this would go on forever, haha!

I call these notes “positive thinkings.” Yes, I know that’s bad grammar, but it serves the purpose. I hope that, even if only one person sees the note, I can make someone’s day better. We could all use a mood-booster, especially in school.

Play the saxophone.

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