events of tomorrow worthy of blogging:
going to market day (to shop)
picnic. in the rain.
(because of^)
LE TOUR DE FRANCE.
yes, i am a very lucky gal. i'm going to go watch.
the tour. the famed race that i have watched every year on TV ever since i was a gal.
the route happens to go through the little town i am staying in :)
okay fair enough,
i am experiencing many things here that lots of people won't ever be able to.
and i am truly lucky and grateful for it.
some of you may be thinking to yourself,
"wow she's so boastful and brags about everything she's doing!"
i'm sorry if you think that. that's not the point of sharing these things with you, those of you even reading my blog.
the point is that this is basically my journal, and one that YOU lucky people get to read into.
I'm sorry you may think that this is bragging of me.
And i do quite realize that.
But this is me just completely being honest about what I'm experiencing; and the excitement that comes along with it.
Now on the contrary, wouldn't it be boring to read:
Oh so uh today.. well today i ate breakfast, and i talked to Florence. then we found out that the Tour de Fance was going through our town. so were going. a good coincidence that I'm here at the same time it's going on.
or this:
Hey. I'm gonna be in Rome next week. Peace out homies.
I believe that is no way to blog and write about what you do or feel (because thats what a blog IS, right? at least for some people.)
Just my opinion, though.
So, all I'm saying is this: Read my posts about my exciting once-in-a-lifetime experiences with an open mindset. Don't shut out what I'm doing and be angry with me. I am not a bragging type of person. This is just my opportunity to really write about the kinds of things that are special to me, and things that I will remember for the rest of my life; things I hope you will find interesting to read.
That will be all for today.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
a WWII story and 70 years strong.
yes, my wonderful holiday was indeed better than yours.
at first, i was of course discouraged by the fact i was in fact out-of-the-country ON the birthday of my country.
Ironic, isn't it.
But, to make up for the sad thought, the day was filled with absolutely amazing and important experiences.
First off, a little history. (it is indeed a very, VERY, VERY long story. this is a sliver of it.)
My great grandpa Ted was a bomber pilot in World War II. On May 29, 1943 he embarked on a bombing mission over France, where they were to drop their bombs on the target, cut across the British Channel and go back to base. They dropped their bombs, and everything seemed well, until they ran into some complications. German fighter planes attacked their squadron, and Ted's plane was hit. He fell out of the formation and immediately became the target that the Germans were looking for. It was apparent that the crew needed to bail, so Ted orded everyone out. Everyone made it safely out with their packs, including him. Ted realized that he was going to land in a tree, which he did. His parachute was stuck, and as he was hurriedly trying to cut himself loose (for he knew that the Nazis in the town knew he was there, and everyone knew), a young, teenage boy came running to him. That boy's name was Henri. Henri was part of the French Resistance. Ted was hid over the course of several weeks by the Resistance in fields, in peoples houses, and escorted in the operations by codename "Shelbourne". This operation was to take Allied downed aviators to a beach nearby (codenamed Bonaparte Beach), where in the night boats would be met to take them across to England. Right when Ted came, however, the operation was discovered by the Nazi Germans, and had to be cancelled. A different route would have to be figured out. This eventual route was escaping to the Pyrénées Mountain Range, where they would climb across the mountains into Spain, and off to home. So many more details are in this than i can give on here, but all in all Ted made it back home safely, after being M.I.A. for several months. He had a newly wedded wife at home; no children.
Eventually after the war ended, Ted decided that he wanted to really KNOW who those beautiful and absolutely amazing people were who were willing to help him, even willing to give up their lives for, which many did. Through many trips and hard work, Ted and his wife Ann and some of their children (my grandpa Randy included on this trip) were able to find the little town of St. Quay-Portrieux in Brittany, France, where Ted crashed. After many trips, it was discovered that Ted's plane had been discovered out in the bay off the coast, and that a diver had gone and recovered many things from the plane, which we now have. Over the course of decades of years, trips have been made, a memorial was built with the propeller of Ted's plane in remembrance, and friendships have been kept throughout the generations.
Those generations (4, to be exact) are ME. my family. It's been 70 years since my great grandpa crashed in France. And we are still such dear friends with every single part of the family of Henri, the teenage boy who first found Ted, and the other Resistance members who played such an important role in saving Ted's life.
If it weren't for these people, I WOULD NOT BE ALIVE THIS DAY. and neither would 3 other generations of my family.
Every trip is greeted with tears of happiness,
and every trip is ended with tears of sadness.
We never want to leave,
we LOVE THESE PEOPLE.
THEY ARE OUR FAMILY.
The END.
of the story, that is.
Now for what I did today.
With my grandparents and my aunt, uncle, and cousins, we saw the following:
*the field my great grandfather landed in.
*the tree that he landed in.
*the field he was moved to and stayed in the first night.
*the other fields he stayed in at nights.
*the safe houses he was kept.
*the houses of Resistance members.
*so many other places. newly discovered on this trip, too.
but lastly but not least, we saw:
THE PLANE.
okay we actually didn't see it.
we got on a real professional fisherman boat though, and went out to where it was. it was the wrong time of year and the tides were too high to see it. but, i have seen pictures.
to make up for it, however, we got to GO FISHING.
Mackerel fishing.
It was some of the most fun I've had! Mostly.
I caught 5 fish in the time we had to fish, about an hour, and had the most of anyone. Even more than the fishermen themselves!
They were so impressed with me that the driver of the boat had me DRIVE THE BOAT BACK TO THE HARBOR. a good half hour away. at least.
this is no average ski boat, my friends. it has the whole GPS/satellite/coordinate graph/who-knows-what computers everywhere, and so many things that made it that much harder! I had to take a graphed out course as to avoid all the hidden rocks in the area. Which I successfully accomplished.
Anyway, after a good day of getting Mackerel blood everywhere, holding and unhooking fish, sharing memories of a war that brought two families together, it has been very tiring. And all this writing is doing me no good. I hope I still have someone reading.
To. The. Last. Word.
Thank you, and Bonne Nuit :)
at first, i was of course discouraged by the fact i was in fact out-of-the-country ON the birthday of my country.
Ironic, isn't it.
But, to make up for the sad thought, the day was filled with absolutely amazing and important experiences.
First off, a little history. (it is indeed a very, VERY, VERY long story. this is a sliver of it.)
My great grandpa Ted was a bomber pilot in World War II. On May 29, 1943 he embarked on a bombing mission over France, where they were to drop their bombs on the target, cut across the British Channel and go back to base. They dropped their bombs, and everything seemed well, until they ran into some complications. German fighter planes attacked their squadron, and Ted's plane was hit. He fell out of the formation and immediately became the target that the Germans were looking for. It was apparent that the crew needed to bail, so Ted orded everyone out. Everyone made it safely out with their packs, including him. Ted realized that he was going to land in a tree, which he did. His parachute was stuck, and as he was hurriedly trying to cut himself loose (for he knew that the Nazis in the town knew he was there, and everyone knew), a young, teenage boy came running to him. That boy's name was Henri. Henri was part of the French Resistance. Ted was hid over the course of several weeks by the Resistance in fields, in peoples houses, and escorted in the operations by codename "Shelbourne". This operation was to take Allied downed aviators to a beach nearby (codenamed Bonaparte Beach), where in the night boats would be met to take them across to England. Right when Ted came, however, the operation was discovered by the Nazi Germans, and had to be cancelled. A different route would have to be figured out. This eventual route was escaping to the Pyrénées Mountain Range, where they would climb across the mountains into Spain, and off to home. So many more details are in this than i can give on here, but all in all Ted made it back home safely, after being M.I.A. for several months. He had a newly wedded wife at home; no children.
Eventually after the war ended, Ted decided that he wanted to really KNOW who those beautiful and absolutely amazing people were who were willing to help him, even willing to give up their lives for, which many did. Through many trips and hard work, Ted and his wife Ann and some of their children (my grandpa Randy included on this trip) were able to find the little town of St. Quay-Portrieux in Brittany, France, where Ted crashed. After many trips, it was discovered that Ted's plane had been discovered out in the bay off the coast, and that a diver had gone and recovered many things from the plane, which we now have. Over the course of decades of years, trips have been made, a memorial was built with the propeller of Ted's plane in remembrance, and friendships have been kept throughout the generations.
Those generations (4, to be exact) are ME. my family. It's been 70 years since my great grandpa crashed in France. And we are still such dear friends with every single part of the family of Henri, the teenage boy who first found Ted, and the other Resistance members who played such an important role in saving Ted's life.
If it weren't for these people, I WOULD NOT BE ALIVE THIS DAY. and neither would 3 other generations of my family.
Every trip is greeted with tears of happiness,
and every trip is ended with tears of sadness.
We never want to leave,
we LOVE THESE PEOPLE.
THEY ARE OUR FAMILY.
The END.
of the story, that is.
Now for what I did today.
With my grandparents and my aunt, uncle, and cousins, we saw the following:
*the field my great grandfather landed in.
*the tree that he landed in.
*the field he was moved to and stayed in the first night.
*the other fields he stayed in at nights.
*the safe houses he was kept.
*the houses of Resistance members.
*so many other places. newly discovered on this trip, too.
but lastly but not least, we saw:
THE PLANE.
okay we actually didn't see it.
we got on a real professional fisherman boat though, and went out to where it was. it was the wrong time of year and the tides were too high to see it. but, i have seen pictures.
to make up for it, however, we got to GO FISHING.
Mackerel fishing.
It was some of the most fun I've had! Mostly.
I caught 5 fish in the time we had to fish, about an hour, and had the most of anyone. Even more than the fishermen themselves!
They were so impressed with me that the driver of the boat had me DRIVE THE BOAT BACK TO THE HARBOR. a good half hour away. at least.
this is no average ski boat, my friends. it has the whole GPS/satellite/coordinate graph/who-knows-what computers everywhere, and so many things that made it that much harder! I had to take a graphed out course as to avoid all the hidden rocks in the area. Which I successfully accomplished.
Anyway, after a good day of getting Mackerel blood everywhere, holding and unhooking fish, sharing memories of a war that brought two families together, it has been very tiring. And all this writing is doing me no good. I hope I still have someone reading.
To. The. Last. Word.
Thank you, and Bonne Nuit :)
Sunday, July 3, 2011
binary thinking: eventful vs. tedious.
dearest friends.
I have great news to share.
Many an event has occurred in the life of Emily!
As of yesterday, that is.
EVENT #1.
I received a phone call from mom.
Surprise, surprise, WE'RE GOING TO ROME!!
AHHHH.
yeah.
me.
I'm going to ROME. ITALY.
people I'm going to ITALY!!! (my attempt at Italian colors. White doesn't exactly work here; but just go along with it.)
Turns out our plans to go see the two mountain stages of "Le Tour de France" fell through, so were spending those days in Italy.
I cannot even explain to you my joy.
More details later.
EVENT #2.
I saw family today.
YES! My grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins arrived in Brittany today!
They had been in the lovely city of Paris all week, and finally journeyed on my way.
PHHeww.
I wanted to cry, I was so happy to see people who actually spoke English.
People I knew; and people I loved dearly.
I acted as translator (ha ha ha, funny. what a great translator I seem to be. apparently enough of one.)
More details about our adventuring tomorrow.
EVENT #3.
I had an epiphany last night. I was yet again up at 2:30, but this time for a completely different reason.
I was writing poems.
All this thinking about poetry the past couple days has had my mind in a mess.
Yes, a complete and utter mess.
My thoughts keep swirling around me, trying to get out and formed into writing;
yet it takes so much more time to write than you think.
But, I wrote one and a half poems last night.
One was a simple one about wind, (something on my mind yesterday)
and another is the one that is currently on my homepage.
Yes, to your left.
READ it. LOVE it. MAKE it your scripture. Basically I need to polish it up, but that in and of itself is what I live for. Every day. Finding myself. Figuring out who I'm supposed to be.
Enjoy. Tell me what you think about it, too. I would like that. And appreciate it. Very much :)
As for the title of this post.
I don't know where I was going with it.
Probably because other than those three events of the day,
I sat around and did absolutely nothing.
And was totally and utterly bored. A tedious day to live.
And that will be all for July 3, 2011.
I have great news to share.
Many an event has occurred in the life of Emily!
As of yesterday, that is.
EVENT #1.
I received a phone call from mom.
Surprise, surprise, WE'RE GOING TO ROME!!
AHHHH.
yeah.
me.
I'm going to ROME. ITALY.
people I'm going to ITALY!!! (my attempt at Italian colors. White doesn't exactly work here; but just go along with it.)
Turns out our plans to go see the two mountain stages of "Le Tour de France" fell through, so were spending those days in Italy.
I cannot even explain to you my joy.
More details later.
EVENT #2.
I saw family today.
YES! My grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins arrived in Brittany today!
They had been in the lovely city of Paris all week, and finally journeyed on my way.
PHHeww.
I wanted to cry, I was so happy to see people who actually spoke English.
People I knew; and people I loved dearly.
I acted as translator (ha ha ha, funny. what a great translator I seem to be. apparently enough of one.)
More details about our adventuring tomorrow.
EVENT #3.
I had an epiphany last night. I was yet again up at 2:30, but this time for a completely different reason.
I was writing poems.
All this thinking about poetry the past couple days has had my mind in a mess.
Yes, a complete and utter mess.
My thoughts keep swirling around me, trying to get out and formed into writing;
yet it takes so much more time to write than you think.
But, I wrote one and a half poems last night.
One was a simple one about wind, (something on my mind yesterday)
and another is the one that is currently on my homepage.
Yes, to your left.
READ it. LOVE it. MAKE it your scripture. Basically I need to polish it up, but that in and of itself is what I live for. Every day. Finding myself. Figuring out who I'm supposed to be.
Enjoy. Tell me what you think about it, too. I would like that. And appreciate it. Very much :)
As for the title of this post.
I don't know where I was going with it.
Probably because other than those three events of the day,
I sat around and did absolutely nothing.
And was totally and utterly bored. A tedious day to live.
And that will be all for July 3, 2011.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
WARNING.
sorry everyone.
i'm under construction.
i hope i haven't offended anyone already.
i'm workin on it, okay!
much love,
emily
i'm under construction.
i hope i haven't offended anyone already.
i'm workin on it, okay!
much love,
emily
modge-podge:
just like the title: this post is my journal for the day: a modge podge of things, thoughts...
and of course adventures.
first off; an apology. my past few posts haven't been on my trip at all.
that's because i haven't done anything those days.
like no, really.
on those days i woke up at 11, ate my usual crepes with butter and honey and my hot chocolate, read Lord of the Rings all day, sat on the computer blog stalking (real world blogs, as in designer clothing blogs, etc.), then eating dinner with the fam and sleeping. like i said, nothing.
but, today was different. i will explain.
first on the agenda for July the 2nd.
A HAIRCUT.
no i did not tell anyone about this haircut.
no i did not plan on getting one in the first place.
yes i did walk into a coiffure (hair salon) and get myself one.
yes i did pay for it with my OWN Euros (25 euros. thats like 30 bucks or so.)
and yes it did turn out a little differently than i imagined, and tried to explain.
language barrier. and cultural barrier.
but hey, an adventure, right?
and don't worry, it still turned out great:)
and HA. no pictures. (later i promise)
then after this, was a very long reading period outside in the sun and warmth (FINALLY)
I finished the first book in Lord of the Rings. Halfway through the second. I'm addicted.
then lunch.
then Florence's dad came at 15:00 (thats 3:00pm for you homeland losers)
and we went to the BEACH in ST. QUAY-PORTRIEUX.
ohh, it was lovely :)
i don't remember how long we stayed there, but then we went to dinner at le chez de Papi et Mami (the grandparent's house) and had dinner with the whole family for another birthday (there's been 2 so far since I've been here, and one tomorrow too.)
then finally, we came home.
i feel exhausted. and i need another run. i don't even want to know how much weight i'll gain here. hopefully i'll still be okay for XC (cross country) when i get back???!
okay so those were the events of today.
here's something special that happened today, something I'll remember for the rest of my trip, and for a long time.
I got online to write this post, and I checked my email.
I had received an email from a very close friend whom I have known since we met in 4th grade, and been best friends since.
She read my last blog post and sent me a very sincere email that touched me, and comforted me more than she could understand. Thank you, Isa. I love you so much. Thanks for always being there for me.
(p.s. folks: her blog is www.rechercheraven.blogspot.com. go to it. follow. read. yes.)
i love you all. i have more news!! but, i'll save it for tomorrow :)
and of course adventures.
first off; an apology. my past few posts haven't been on my trip at all.
that's because i haven't done anything those days.
like no, really.
on those days i woke up at 11, ate my usual crepes with butter and honey and my hot chocolate, read Lord of the Rings all day, sat on the computer blog stalking (real world blogs, as in designer clothing blogs, etc.), then eating dinner with the fam and sleeping. like i said, nothing.
but, today was different. i will explain.
first on the agenda for July the 2nd.
A HAIRCUT.
no i did not tell anyone about this haircut.
no i did not plan on getting one in the first place.
yes i did walk into a coiffure (hair salon) and get myself one.
yes i did pay for it with my OWN Euros (25 euros. thats like 30 bucks or so.)
and yes it did turn out a little differently than i imagined, and tried to explain.
language barrier. and cultural barrier.
but hey, an adventure, right?
and don't worry, it still turned out great:)
and HA. no pictures. (later i promise)
then after this, was a very long reading period outside in the sun and warmth (FINALLY)
I finished the first book in Lord of the Rings. Halfway through the second. I'm addicted.
then lunch.
then Florence's dad came at 15:00 (thats 3:00pm for you homeland losers)
and we went to the BEACH in ST. QUAY-PORTRIEUX.
ohh, it was lovely :)
i don't remember how long we stayed there, but then we went to dinner at le chez de Papi et Mami (the grandparent's house) and had dinner with the whole family for another birthday (there's been 2 so far since I've been here, and one tomorrow too.)
then finally, we came home.
i feel exhausted. and i need another run. i don't even want to know how much weight i'll gain here. hopefully i'll still be okay for XC (cross country) when i get back???!
okay so those were the events of today.
here's something special that happened today, something I'll remember for the rest of my trip, and for a long time.
I got online to write this post, and I checked my email.
I had received an email from a very close friend whom I have known since we met in 4th grade, and been best friends since.
She read my last blog post and sent me a very sincere email that touched me, and comforted me more than she could understand. Thank you, Isa. I love you so much. Thanks for always being there for me.
(p.s. folks: her blog is www.rechercheraven.blogspot.com. go to it. follow. read. yes.)
i love you all. i have more news!! but, i'll save it for tomorrow :)
Friday, July 1, 2011
Be Still, My Soul.
Be Still, My Soul
1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.
4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
I've never felt so alone before.
Never felt so helpless.
I've never been so unmistakably small,
never been so hopeless.
I haven't been able to sleep.
every single night I'm up until 1, maybe 2. just trying to sleep.
sometimes I have nightmares.
most of the time, I'm just homesick.
I was impressed to pick up my iPod and listen to this song tonight.
It was 1:30.
I did it anyway.
I believe it's a good thing I did.
Thank you, was all I had to say.
let's play categories. and discuss,
please, everyone.
let's be big people, for once.
it's like we look at someone and automatically pick them up; "man-handle" in the words of Owen Wilson in the movie Night at the Museum, and just put them in whatever little shelf we have categorized in our own worlds.
for example:
POPULAR
(then come the subcategories)
-popular b*tch
-chill popular
-follower of the populars, becomes popular themselves
-popular because of the jealousy of others to be like them
-the "pretty" populars
-etc, etc.
JOCK
(yeah dont really call it that anymore, but you all know what im talkin' about.)
-football
-lacrosse
-baseball
-basketball
soccer and track/field? no. they're just losers.
DRUGGIES
swear, drunk/hungover at school, tatts/piercings, what have you, etc.
LOSERS
-the ones who read.
-the ones in band.
-the ones in orchestra.
-the ones in choir.
-the ones who know every answer to every question in class.
-the ones who are smart.
-etc, etc. too much falls into this category. basically anyone who isn't "cool"
and here's the group of people that i've made in my world, who i dislike the most.
*the fake girls (and boys) who put on such a "great" outer appearance; who give those shallow compliments to everyone, who say they hate school, who go out and party every weekend, who copy their friends homework just cause they're pretty and "so nice", who somehow in this world get all the attention they ever need focused on them.
*these kinds of people take the AP classes just to get the college credit, and so their parents are happy.
*these kinds of people complain and complain and complain about how hard their life is and beg for attention for it.
*these people are so fake, it drives me crazy.
in my mind, this isn't an outward kind of appearance (although that is included on this one too), it's more based on behavior.
and man, do these people need an attitude adjustment.
whenever i felt put out about something and pouted around my family, my dad always tells me, "Emily, you're having a badattude."
It always just invigorated me more when he would say that.
Nevertheless, i always knew he could never be more right.
Anyway, that was just a tangent. But I felt like I needed to put that out there.
I feel like I don't really fit in any of these categories though. And I hope that people don't put me in their own derrogatory categories of their own, because I try so hard to never do anything that would make it seem like I was an enemy.
-I actually like school. In fact I love it. Would this make me a nerd or a loser?
-I take AP classes. As many as I think I can handle. And not only for the credit, but because I'm in a good setting there, with other people who are willing to work hard; a good surrounding, and where I can learn to the best of my ability. Does this make me a loser yet again?
-I'm in choir; I'm a musician and I love to sing. Does that make me a choir geek?
-I love to read. I had a stagnant period of my life where my love for it was clouded by the pressures of peers that "reading isn't cool". It's a good thing I rediscovered my passion for it this summer. But once more, am I a loser because of this?
-I love to write. Poetry. It's something close to my heart that I have a hard time sharing with others. It's something that I have sheltered and hidden very deep within me, because I'm afraid of criticism. So afraid of the jabbing thoughts that could blow out that little kindling inside me, that could blow out instantly because I haven't let it grown; haven't fed and nourished it.
When people bring up poetry, or there's a poetry assignment given in class, I usually just dismiss the subject with my friends. "Oh yeah, pssh. poetry. yet again." And that's that. Even though I always feel so completely awful about saying that because it's not what I truly feel.
Maybe someday if I get the courage to, I'll share my poems on here. And yeah. I'm sure plenty of people when they read that will automatically dismiss me; pfft yeah. she likes POETRY. who likes poetry, she's a freak.
Anyway.
Thanks for letting me go off on my tangent yet again, on poetry.
So, the lesson to be learned here is:
DON'T FOLLOW THE CROWD. obviously. be the kind of person you want to be, go ahead and do what you love even if "the norm" says no! do it because it makes you happy :)
let's be big people, for once.
it's like we look at someone and automatically pick them up; "man-handle" in the words of Owen Wilson in the movie Night at the Museum, and just put them in whatever little shelf we have categorized in our own worlds.
for example:
POPULAR
(then come the subcategories)
-popular b*tch
-chill popular
-follower of the populars, becomes popular themselves
-popular because of the jealousy of others to be like them
-the "pretty" populars
-etc, etc.
JOCK
(yeah dont really call it that anymore, but you all know what im talkin' about.)
-football
-lacrosse
-baseball
-basketball
soccer and track/field? no. they're just losers.
DRUGGIES
swear, drunk/hungover at school, tatts/piercings, what have you, etc.
LOSERS
-the ones who read.
-the ones in band.
-the ones in orchestra.
-the ones in choir.
-the ones who know every answer to every question in class.
-the ones who are smart.
-etc, etc. too much falls into this category. basically anyone who isn't "cool"
and here's the group of people that i've made in my world, who i dislike the most.
*the fake girls (and boys) who put on such a "great" outer appearance; who give those shallow compliments to everyone, who say they hate school, who go out and party every weekend, who copy their friends homework just cause they're pretty and "so nice", who somehow in this world get all the attention they ever need focused on them.
*these kinds of people take the AP classes just to get the college credit, and so their parents are happy.
*these kinds of people complain and complain and complain about how hard their life is and beg for attention for it.
*these people are so fake, it drives me crazy.
in my mind, this isn't an outward kind of appearance (although that is included on this one too), it's more based on behavior.
and man, do these people need an attitude adjustment.
whenever i felt put out about something and pouted around my family, my dad always tells me, "Emily, you're having a badattude."
It always just invigorated me more when he would say that.
Nevertheless, i always knew he could never be more right.
Anyway, that was just a tangent. But I felt like I needed to put that out there.
I feel like I don't really fit in any of these categories though. And I hope that people don't put me in their own derrogatory categories of their own, because I try so hard to never do anything that would make it seem like I was an enemy.
-I actually like school. In fact I love it. Would this make me a nerd or a loser?
-I take AP classes. As many as I think I can handle. And not only for the credit, but because I'm in a good setting there, with other people who are willing to work hard; a good surrounding, and where I can learn to the best of my ability. Does this make me a loser yet again?
-I'm in choir; I'm a musician and I love to sing. Does that make me a choir geek?
-I love to read. I had a stagnant period of my life where my love for it was clouded by the pressures of peers that "reading isn't cool". It's a good thing I rediscovered my passion for it this summer. But once more, am I a loser because of this?
-I love to write. Poetry. It's something close to my heart that I have a hard time sharing with others. It's something that I have sheltered and hidden very deep within me, because I'm afraid of criticism. So afraid of the jabbing thoughts that could blow out that little kindling inside me, that could blow out instantly because I haven't let it grown; haven't fed and nourished it.
When people bring up poetry, or there's a poetry assignment given in class, I usually just dismiss the subject with my friends. "Oh yeah, pssh. poetry. yet again." And that's that. Even though I always feel so completely awful about saying that because it's not what I truly feel.
Maybe someday if I get the courage to, I'll share my poems on here. And yeah. I'm sure plenty of people when they read that will automatically dismiss me; pfft yeah. she likes POETRY. who likes poetry, she's a freak.
Anyway.
Thanks for letting me go off on my tangent yet again, on poetry.
So, the lesson to be learned here is:
DON'T FOLLOW THE CROWD. obviously. be the kind of person you want to be, go ahead and do what you love even if "the norm" says no! do it because it makes you happy :)
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