Well, I have made it! Finals are over and a bright new future of higher education looms ahead, but before I march off into the unknown, I would like to stop and thank some of the amazing people who have made my high school years special.
It is hard to decide where to begin my thanks, so I will start with the staff. Over the last two years I have grown to love the staff of Weimar Academy. They have guided me in tough decisions, disciplined my when I needed it, cheered me when I was down and taught me despite my attempts to remain untouched by academics. I have learned from them the lessons of patience, courtesy, diligence and the power of prayer. There are so many memories and snippets of advice that I am taking with me from my teachers and I am infinitely grateful for their willingness to teach. There really is very little more to say than, "thank you, you have helped shape who I am!"
Two years ago I came from a charter school environment into the chaos of a dorm. I don't believe I ever would have adjusted to living with so many girls had it not been for the awesome people who took the time to be my friends. Despite my spoiled behavior, they still put up with me and even pretended to enjoy my company. Now I am so honored to have retained and even made a few more friends that I will hopefully keep for ever. My friends have done a far amount of teaching as well, and I am grateful that they cared enough to correct me and to educate me when I needed it. In the years to come I will not forget those who I have grown to love and I hope that I won't be forgotten either. I love you all and you are what made high school and experience worth going through.
As my days of academy have come to a close I want to share a few words of wisdom with those who will follow behind. I am no genius and I do not have a lot of past experience, but I have learned a little worth sharing.
Don't waste your time being angry or superior, eventually you have to make friends (or make up with friends) or else high school life is very boring. Another thing to keep in mind is, high school is fun to mess around in, but you are really here to learn and get ready for college, so prioritize accordingly. My final words of wisdom are: always, always, always seek to put God first and He will bless all your efforts.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Ancient, Like A Tree -- Prompt 35
In five years I am going to be old!! There will probably be a myriad of worry wrinkles and a few gray hairs popping out of my head as a result of college stress. Or perhaps I will have begun dyeing my hair so that no one will notice how I'm aging. I can see it now, all alone (because I'm not going to have gotten in these next five years), working everyday to pay off my thousands of dollars in loans (student loans to pay for college which I will have just graduated from) worrying over my budget and my latest diet.
It is going to be pretty rough being twenty-two.
Who knows, maybe I will have been a missionary in a far distant land (I do want serve as a student missionary) and be a seasoned story teller. I most definitely want to be done with college... no career is worth more that four years of university schooling (or so I say now). I hope to be surrounded by friends whom I love and to have a decent job. I would be nice to have a boyfriend, but that is a bonus at that age. Most importantly I want to be a christian in all I do and to have obtained the ultimate: an amazing, sincere, growing relationship with my Maker.
It is going to be pretty rough being twenty-two.
Who knows, maybe I will have been a missionary in a far distant land (I do want serve as a student missionary) and be a seasoned story teller. I most definitely want to be done with college... no career is worth more that four years of university schooling (or so I say now). I hope to be surrounded by friends whom I love and to have a decent job. I would be nice to have a boyfriend, but that is a bonus at that age. Most importantly I want to be a christian in all I do and to have obtained the ultimate: an amazing, sincere, growing relationship with my Maker.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Your Life, Your Responsibility -- Prompt 35
According to the article Arelia Taveras' fate is totally her fault. She was the one to originally put her self in the situation where she could become addicted to gambling. She chose to go into the casinos and played the games, no one made her, and she is responsible for the results of her actions.
I don't think that there is a basis for a lawsuit in Ms. Taveras' story. The casino was not responsible for her choice of pass time or her bad gambling skills. Ms. Taveras' suing the casinos is rejecting her personal responsibility. The casino could have/should have noticed and attempted to stop her, but it was not their responsibility to keep her from gambling.
In a situation like this, personal responsibility ends when she is unconscious. She chose her way and put the time and effort into her hobby. Someone would not sue if the became addicted to making model airplanes and spent millions of dollars "compulsively" (or at least I hope not). Also another example is: a doctor required to gain consent from his patient before he is allowed to treat her, unless she is unconscious. Similar in this case, Ms. Taveras is responsible for her actions until she totally looses consciousness and is unable to control herself.
If I were asked to give Ms. Taveras advice on rebuilding her life I would first and foremost tell her to not start anything that might be addictive (drinking, smoking, or gambling). She needs to get in control of her life and find something (preferably God) to fill the void that is causing her to seek after crazy amusements like gambling. Finally she needs to take responsibility for her actions and live with the results of what she has done.
I don't think that there is a basis for a lawsuit in Ms. Taveras' story. The casino was not responsible for her choice of pass time or her bad gambling skills. Ms. Taveras' suing the casinos is rejecting her personal responsibility. The casino could have/should have noticed and attempted to stop her, but it was not their responsibility to keep her from gambling.
In a situation like this, personal responsibility ends when she is unconscious. She chose her way and put the time and effort into her hobby. Someone would not sue if the became addicted to making model airplanes and spent millions of dollars "compulsively" (or at least I hope not). Also another example is: a doctor required to gain consent from his patient before he is allowed to treat her, unless she is unconscious. Similar in this case, Ms. Taveras is responsible for her actions until she totally looses consciousness and is unable to control herself.
If I were asked to give Ms. Taveras advice on rebuilding her life I would first and foremost tell her to not start anything that might be addictive (drinking, smoking, or gambling). She needs to get in control of her life and find something (preferably God) to fill the void that is causing her to seek after crazy amusements like gambling. Finally she needs to take responsibility for her actions and live with the results of what she has done.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Differences -- Prompt 34
Why did mission trip change my life? Was it the fun field trips? How about the miracles and answers to prayer. Was it the amazing sights or the loving people. The change that has since enveloped my life was not caused by anything or anyone in Nicaragua, but rather my God's amazing grace.
Everyday I travelled with Joel to our site and one of us would preach the Word of God. Everyday I would speak a few words of broken Spanish and sit down until the sermon began.
Everyday I would pray an empty prayer to bless the people and bring them to decisions.
Everyday God would tap me on the shoulder and show me my emptiness.
There were miracles everywhere around me. One day our car was stopped by the police, another time I had not even read my sermon before I preached and God still used my stumbling words. There was a threat of rain during one of our outdoor meetings. God changed my heart before my baptism sermon and eased the way for my failure, but in my failure God came through with a victory of six souls.
Even though the God's working was so amazing and visible, I was to absorbed in myself to realize the amazing opportunity that was passing me by, but my God is greater than that. He revealed to me my pride and deficiencies and He is slowly changing me. Ask me why mission trip changed my life and I will tell you it is because God finally got the chance to reach me.
Everyday I travelled with Joel to our site and one of us would preach the Word of God. Everyday I would speak a few words of broken Spanish and sit down until the sermon began.
Everyday I would pray an empty prayer to bless the people and bring them to decisions.
Everyday God would tap me on the shoulder and show me my emptiness.
There were miracles everywhere around me. One day our car was stopped by the police, another time I had not even read my sermon before I preached and God still used my stumbling words. There was a threat of rain during one of our outdoor meetings. God changed my heart before my baptism sermon and eased the way for my failure, but in my failure God came through with a victory of six souls.
Even though the God's working was so amazing and visible, I was to absorbed in myself to realize the amazing opportunity that was passing me by, but my God is greater than that. He revealed to me my pride and deficiencies and He is slowly changing me. Ask me why mission trip changed my life and I will tell you it is because God finally got the chance to reach me.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Needed: A New Laptop -- Prompt 33
Wow, looking back I am amazed! We went through so much together. I can't say that I will miss you because you were not my most faithful companion or helper. I do believe that there were days when you did your best, but other then those rare occasions it is my belief that you were ill tempered and lazy. My, I still can't believe you ate so many hours of my time on games and internet! You were the instigator of a thousand ills, and the cause of much grief! There were those times when I would stay up all night long writing papers and when I awoke the next morning you had mysteriously hid them. Sometimes you coughed them back up after hours of searching, but more often than not you kept them buried and out of my reach. Argh! Nasty thing that you were, you found it amusing to contract an untimely illness whenever I was in the most rush and need of help. On other occasion you would function just enough to keep my hopes up, but at a rate much slower than any slug. Yes, we had a few good times, such as you sitting on my lap and playing soft music while I looked through your pictures or browsed the web, but those times were rare. I guess you taught my a lot... mostly what not to get when buying and laptop. May you rest forever, whether in peace or not I do not care!
Final Generation -- Prompt 32
Our generation is going to be remember for many things, most of which are not good. For example: our generation will be know for being disrepectful and irresponsible. My generation has made many advances both technological and other, and we have weathered some of the most tremendous wars and natural disasters. Laws have been passed that have legalized abortion and gay marriage, and we may have the first black, or lady president. More then all this I want to be remembered as the last generation... the generation that got their act together and took the gospel to the whole world so Christ could return. If that's the case, who would look back on my generation anyway?
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Planning of the Best -- Prompt 30
I would a have to say the best year of my life has been this last school year. I have learned sooooo much and found so many new friendships, most importantly the one with my heavenly Father, that it hard to look back and not have good memories. Especially since I made the decision to graduate this year instead of next, I have seen how much I need to work on making good memories, because I have to jam a year and a half worth of memories in-between now and graduation. Yikes, there is so much to do and store in my memory bank. Asides from the fact that I believe this coming year will be the best of my life so far, the part of the school year that has already passed my by has been amazing. I have seen God work in my life so many times. Every time I thought I had made a random decision or there was some coincidence, later on I would look back and see God writing my future in the past. It has been awesome, and of course this year would not have been my best without all the friends who laughed, cried, went crazy, talked, and grew with me. My final thought for this year is, the best was to have a good time is to plan on it!
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Insta-Cake Batter -- Prompt 29
It's your first time back at the grocery since the manager, in a not-so-kind manner, told you never to bring your kids into his store again. You're secretly relieved to have to leave them home with your spouse. Thirty minutes later, you return home--without groceries. Egg yolk is dripping from your hair, chocolate syrup is smeared across your shirt, and smashed produce is sticking to your shoes.
No one understands me!! You see, I love shopping, any kind of shopping, but particularly grocery shopping, because I adore food! I just love to ramble down they aisle and look and smell and occasionally hold all the wonderful foods.
On this particular day I was relieved of my kids (they had to stay home because of a prior incident, but that is another story. The point is they got to stay home with their dad) and was able to take my time and truly enjoy the experience of choosing, bonding with and purchasing my groceries. I had just entered the store and began down the first aisle full of bakery goods when I heard my name paged over the intercom. This was a total shock to me because I had not done anything to incite attention or create a problem. In my rush to find the person calling my name, I tripped and landed in the middle of the aisle, face down.
I must tell you that I am not a petite person, in fact, I am rather large, ok ok, I'm morbidly obese (probably has something to do with my adoration of food). Because of my size, when I was sprawled in the aisle I made it impossible for anyone to pass without an off roading vehicle and determination superior to most human beings (it is very hard to off-road among the wilds of my fat!). It was funny that there was just such a person in the store, rather, in my aisle at that very moment.
Perhaps the wirery little old woman didn't have a jeep, but she did have a cart full of bananas, chocolate syrup, and eggs (probably to make some kind of cake or maybe a really original banana split). When she saw me go down, she didn't even pause, but instead ploughed ahead at full speed. The impact was tremendous! As the cart hit all its contents smashed through the metal front of the cart (you know, it's not really wire or mesh, but all carts are made of it) and instantly became a puree that covered me head to foot. The little lady went flying and landed clear of me by about a foot. She instantly scrambled to her feet and sprinted off.
I was left a sticky mess that was soon found by an irate manager. He called in the forklift to lift me to my feet, then charged me a $200 fine and banned me from his store forever. That is how I arrived home without groceries. Egg yolk dripping from my hair, chocolate syrup smeared across my shirt, and smashed produce sticking to my shoes.
No one understands me!! You see, I love shopping, any kind of shopping, but particularly grocery shopping, because I adore food! I just love to ramble down they aisle and look and smell and occasionally hold all the wonderful foods.
On this particular day I was relieved of my kids (they had to stay home because of a prior incident, but that is another story. The point is they got to stay home with their dad) and was able to take my time and truly enjoy the experience of choosing, bonding with and purchasing my groceries. I had just entered the store and began down the first aisle full of bakery goods when I heard my name paged over the intercom. This was a total shock to me because I had not done anything to incite attention or create a problem. In my rush to find the person calling my name, I tripped and landed in the middle of the aisle, face down.
I must tell you that I am not a petite person, in fact, I am rather large, ok ok, I'm morbidly obese (probably has something to do with my adoration of food). Because of my size, when I was sprawled in the aisle I made it impossible for anyone to pass without an off roading vehicle and determination superior to most human beings (it is very hard to off-road among the wilds of my fat!). It was funny that there was just such a person in the store, rather, in my aisle at that very moment.
Perhaps the wirery little old woman didn't have a jeep, but she did have a cart full of bananas, chocolate syrup, and eggs (probably to make some kind of cake or maybe a really original banana split). When she saw me go down, she didn't even pause, but instead ploughed ahead at full speed. The impact was tremendous! As the cart hit all its contents smashed through the metal front of the cart (you know, it's not really wire or mesh, but all carts are made of it) and instantly became a puree that covered me head to foot. The little lady went flying and landed clear of me by about a foot. She instantly scrambled to her feet and sprinted off.
I was left a sticky mess that was soon found by an irate manager. He called in the forklift to lift me to my feet, then charged me a $200 fine and banned me from his store forever. That is how I arrived home without groceries. Egg yolk dripping from my hair, chocolate syrup smeared across my shirt, and smashed produce sticking to my shoes.
Monday, February 4, 2008
I'm Sorry, Did I Offend You? -- Prompt 28
To Censor: to examine in order to suppress or delete anything considered objectionable.
I believe censorship is against the rights of the American people, however, when uncensored materiel (explicit sex, drugs, violence, language, etc.) is published in magazines, newspapers, bulletin boards, or other public places I think it is improper and crude. Children are all around in our society and they are constantly being bombarded with images, language and ideas that should not enter their heads for a long time, but are blatantly displayed all around. We do have a right to free speech, but we need to consider those with innocent minds. Our opinions should not be restricted or suppressed, but we need to be respectful and courteous of other and their viewpoints as well.
The most common case of censorship I can think of is in the textbook industry. It is common practice for a publisher to write a text book tailored to his point of view, even though it may distort the truth. This is wrong. Untruth in the school system should definitely be censored, if that is the term you would apply to making sure our education material is worthy of the name educational.
We have rights given to us by the American nation, but we need to use these rights with respect and responsibility. If we expect others to accept our opinions and not be offended, then we must return the favor.
I believe censorship is against the rights of the American people, however, when uncensored materiel (explicit sex, drugs, violence, language, etc.) is published in magazines, newspapers, bulletin boards, or other public places I think it is improper and crude. Children are all around in our society and they are constantly being bombarded with images, language and ideas that should not enter their heads for a long time, but are blatantly displayed all around. We do have a right to free speech, but we need to consider those with innocent minds. Our opinions should not be restricted or suppressed, but we need to be respectful and courteous of other and their viewpoints as well.
The most common case of censorship I can think of is in the textbook industry. It is common practice for a publisher to write a text book tailored to his point of view, even though it may distort the truth. This is wrong. Untruth in the school system should definitely be censored, if that is the term you would apply to making sure our education material is worthy of the name educational.
We have rights given to us by the American nation, but we need to use these rights with respect and responsibility. If we expect others to accept our opinions and not be offended, then we must return the favor.
Wordage According to Muah -- Prompt 27
Yes Dear -- Whatever, I'm not up to arguing
Tear, Tear, Double Tear -- I'm so sorry (note the excessive sarcasm)
Anytime this year would be nice -- It's ok, I'm really slow too, but I'm also really impatient, so hurry up!
Don't hurt yourself! -- Said after someone implies they are trying to think in order to remind the person to be careful when trying things for the first time.
Tear, Tear, Double Tear -- I'm so sorry (note the excessive sarcasm)
Anytime this year would be nice -- It's ok, I'm really slow too, but I'm also really impatient, so hurry up!
Don't hurt yourself! -- Said after someone implies they are trying to think in order to remind the person to be careful when trying things for the first time.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
I'm Bored Already -- Prompt 26
If I were stranded on a desert island for 10 I would bring:
Kelsea because she is my best friend.
The Bible because there is always something you can learn and be encouraged by.
A CD with all my favorite music on it (Josh Groban, Casting Crowns, ASK, etc.) because I love music.
Potatoes, because they are super yummy and healthy besides.
Water because I think that the island will be surrounded by salt water so I will need some fresh water.
A sarong, because it is an island (duh!).
And finally a boat so I won't be stuck on the island forever.
Kelsea because she is my best friend.
The Bible because there is always something you can learn and be encouraged by.
A CD with all my favorite music on it (Josh Groban, Casting Crowns, ASK, etc.) because I love music.
Potatoes, because they are super yummy and healthy besides.
Water because I think that the island will be surrounded by salt water so I will need some fresh water.
A sarong, because it is an island (duh!).
And finally a boat so I won't be stuck on the island forever.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
My Jolly Christmas Break -- Prompt 25
My Christmas break did not start out with a bang, but it did begin with another raucous noise. This noise was emitted from me as I slept for the first three days of my home leave, but soon I returned from my comatose state... just in time to start eating. Even though I did immensely enjoy all the rest and stuffing of my face, I soon fell into a state of complete boredom. Lucky for me, my family took this opportunity to start out on an eight hour trek to southern Oregon.
The drive was long and extremely boring, but the family at the other end of the highway was well worth the back-aches, endless snacking, and miles of black asphalt. While in the snowy northern country (that is a comparison to central California, not the north pole) I enjoyed the playing all sorts of board games (my family has many, most of which take well over an hour to complete), card games, a few good books, and of course I did not neglect eating or sleeping. I was also "thrilled" (note the sarcasm) to discover that my ice-skating skills are much reduced since my last venture across frozen water. Luckily I escaped my encounter with only a nice set of blisters on my ankles.
I was not impressed by the prospect of coming back to Weimar, but here I am, ten pounds heavier. Oh well, there is another home-leave right around the corner in which I can catch up on my much neglected eating and sleeping hobbies.
The drive was long and extremely boring, but the family at the other end of the highway was well worth the back-aches, endless snacking, and miles of black asphalt. While in the snowy northern country (that is a comparison to central California, not the north pole) I enjoyed the playing all sorts of board games (my family has many, most of which take well over an hour to complete), card games, a few good books, and of course I did not neglect eating or sleeping. I was also "thrilled" (note the sarcasm) to discover that my ice-skating skills are much reduced since my last venture across frozen water. Luckily I escaped my encounter with only a nice set of blisters on my ankles.
I was not impressed by the prospect of coming back to Weimar, but here I am, ten pounds heavier. Oh well, there is another home-leave right around the corner in which I can catch up on my much neglected eating and sleeping hobbies.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Half Gone Already? -- Prompt 24
This year has been truly CRAZY!
It is almost maddening when you feel how much you are growing (spiritually, mentally and socially) because of all the growing pains. Sometimes it seems easier to quit and go home, but that is a sign of cowardice, not strength. Even though this year has challenged me in a frillion ways, it has also been one of my best.
It has been awesome to be in the dorm and find a new family that always is there, even when you wish they weren't. It has been so much fun to get to know all the new people, and to get to know the old people even better. Running up and down the halls, screaming is always fun too. It's not just the girls that are my family either; the guys make up another huge part of my large Weimartian family. They are awesome to get to know as people, friends and brothers, since that's what they really are. The final part of the Weimar family is the staff. This year they are amazing. I love all of them, both new and old. I especially love the new blood running through the academy because they are learning just as much as the students. Every person in my big, nutsy family is amazing and I am so glad they are here this year.
There are so many memories packed into every day, it is hard to look back and pick just a few to give as an overview. The ones that especially come to mind are "dorm only" stories, but I will tell you they included such things as permanent markers and overdoses of sugar. As for stories that are kosher for all, I can think of many, but one in particular includes a wild goose chase of a scavenger hunt, complete with wacky, misworded clues. Oh well, we love you anyway Johnathan (although you are high on the list of those needing revenge). Banquets are fun too, sorta ... the food was good, and the entertainment was just that, VERY entertaining.
All in all this year has been amazing. I have learned so much, even though, much to my teachers' chagrin, most of it has not been scholastic. I am looking forward to another semester filled with memories and fun, and yes, growing pains.
It is almost maddening when you feel how much you are growing (spiritually, mentally and socially) because of all the growing pains. Sometimes it seems easier to quit and go home, but that is a sign of cowardice, not strength. Even though this year has challenged me in a frillion ways, it has also been one of my best.
It has been awesome to be in the dorm and find a new family that always is there, even when you wish they weren't. It has been so much fun to get to know all the new people, and to get to know the old people even better. Running up and down the halls, screaming is always fun too. It's not just the girls that are my family either; the guys make up another huge part of my large Weimartian family. They are awesome to get to know as people, friends and brothers, since that's what they really are. The final part of the Weimar family is the staff. This year they are amazing. I love all of them, both new and old. I especially love the new blood running through the academy because they are learning just as much as the students. Every person in my big, nutsy family is amazing and I am so glad they are here this year.
There are so many memories packed into every day, it is hard to look back and pick just a few to give as an overview. The ones that especially come to mind are "dorm only" stories, but I will tell you they included such things as permanent markers and overdoses of sugar. As for stories that are kosher for all, I can think of many, but one in particular includes a wild goose chase of a scavenger hunt, complete with wacky, misworded clues. Oh well, we love you anyway Johnathan (although you are high on the list of those needing revenge). Banquets are fun too, sorta ... the food was good, and the entertainment was just that, VERY entertaining.
All in all this year has been amazing. I have learned so much, even though, much to my teachers' chagrin, most of it has not been scholastic. I am looking forward to another semester filled with memories and fun, and yes, growing pains.
To Share or Not to Share -- Prompt 23
Secrets are a confusing topic. One of the most important things to look for in a friend is trustworthiness, but what does that entail. Does that mean that one will never tell a secret, even if it is dangerous to keep quite? I think that a true friend will know when to talk and when to zip the lip. A true friend will only speak when they know it is necessary, not just to gossip or spoil one's reputation. I guess what I'm saying is: find out if you are really loved before you entrust your darkest secrets, or you WILL suffer the consequences of broken trust and possibly a spoiled reputation.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
What Kind of Beauty -- Prompt 22
Would I rather have beauty or brains? To me, the answer is obvious; brains are much important that outer beauty. On the other hand, inner beauty (sweetness, patience, love, discerning, ect.) have an infinite value. Brains will help you rise in the business and academic world, but true inner beauty will be of the highest value in the social world.
Life is made of relationships, because of this a happy life will be backed a gorgeous character (inner beauty), but if my options are only between outer beauty and braininess, I would choose the brains, not the fading outer show.
Life is made of relationships, because of this a happy life will be backed a gorgeous character (inner beauty), but if my options are only between outer beauty and braininess, I would choose the brains, not the fading outer show.
Where We Stand -- Prompt 21
I think that God did not create man and women equal. He put man as the head of the house hold, which means man should hold the highest positions of authority (president, for example). In the past God has used female rulers to accomplish his purposes (there have been many wonderful queens of England), but it was not His original plan.
Women should be protected from extremely dangerous jobs, but many woman do not appreciate this protection. Ultimately, this is a choice that every lady must decide for herself as long as her decision does not endanger others.
Women should be protected from extremely dangerous jobs, but many woman do not appreciate this protection. Ultimately, this is a choice that every lady must decide for herself as long as her decision does not endanger others.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
The Fattening of the ... FAMILY -- Prompt 20
Thanksgiving is AWESOME! There is ABSOLUTELY nothing that compares to several long hours driving followed by several more long hours cooking. O.k., so the driving was not that great, but the cooking strange things (gumbo and sweet-potato pie anyone?) with my cousin was very fun. Soon the table is heaped with more food than could every be eaten. The men-folk continue to mosey around looking hungry and bored as the women start counting down till the cooking is over.
Besides the cooking and driving, EATING is AWESOME. Once again, I say there is nothing like gorging oneself on the twenty or so different dishes served. And after you are totally stuffed the desserts begin to arrive. Pumpkin pie, apple cobbler, lemon meragne pie... the list goes on. Once everyone is fat enough THEY could be the main course at a dinner for fifty, the nap time begins.
Now Thanksgiving naps never official begin, they just happen as one after another every seems to lose control of their eyelids. Soon the only noise that can be heard is the clashing notes of fifteen different people snoring (and of course that one faithful woman who washes all the dishes). Several hours later everyone rouses from their slumber and the families begin to find their dishes and load in the assortment of cars waiting outside. After a few more hours of driving all have arrived at their designated homes and THANKSGIVING is over.
Besides the cooking and driving, EATING is AWESOME. Once again, I say there is nothing like gorging oneself on the twenty or so different dishes served. And after you are totally stuffed the desserts begin to arrive. Pumpkin pie, apple cobbler, lemon meragne pie... the list goes on. Once everyone is fat enough THEY could be the main course at a dinner for fifty, the nap time begins.
Now Thanksgiving naps never official begin, they just happen as one after another every seems to lose control of their eyelids. Soon the only noise that can be heard is the clashing notes of fifteen different people snoring (and of course that one faithful woman who washes all the dishes). Several hours later everyone rouses from their slumber and the families begin to find their dishes and load in the assortment of cars waiting outside. After a few more hours of driving all have arrived at their designated homes and THANKSGIVING is over.
How to Lose Interest in Three Easy Steps -- Promt 19
TV seems to dominate the lives of many people. It has an almost enchanting power as the images flash by at a furious rate. Watching eliminates the need to think or reason. Nothing is required of the watcher, only their attention. They are entertained without moving a muscle. The problem comes in when the TV is taken away and real life seems to have lost its luster. Reality has been warped to fit into a box. Since, almost everything has appeared on TV, it has cheapened its real life value. Even the wonders of nature have danced across the wide screen so many times there seems to be no point in actually experiencing the outdoors for oneself. Why go out and find life when you can get a distorted version within your home. There are many positive elements to having an instant, world-wide connection, but that is no excuse for letting the world pass you and your bag of potato chips by.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Anciet School Dayz -- Promt 17
I think that the boom in older adults going back to college is good. The more people who become educated, no matter how old they are, the better off the world will be. I don't think it is ever too late to learn.
It must be difficult for older people to return to college not only because of the huge financial load, but also because there just isn't enough time in a day to work, care for you family and go to school. There must also be some pressure from the younger college students that would be very discouraging. Scholarships are also much more limited for older students.
By educating older members of our society there should be a filling of jobs that require higher education. Another thing is, when the older people go back to school and show and interest in higher educaton, it will set a good example for the younger adults who are still considering going to college.
Personally, I would not join an intense team sport when I was in my fifties, but I do admire Mike Flynt for his ambitions and determination. He is proving that you can teach an old dog new tricks. I might someday fulfill my life long ambition of learning to knit, but probably not until I'm at least sixty.
It must be difficult for older people to return to college not only because of the huge financial load, but also because there just isn't enough time in a day to work, care for you family and go to school. There must also be some pressure from the younger college students that would be very discouraging. Scholarships are also much more limited for older students.
By educating older members of our society there should be a filling of jobs that require higher education. Another thing is, when the older people go back to school and show and interest in higher educaton, it will set a good example for the younger adults who are still considering going to college.
Personally, I would not join an intense team sport when I was in my fifties, but I do admire Mike Flynt for his ambitions and determination. He is proving that you can teach an old dog new tricks. I might someday fulfill my life long ambition of learning to knit, but probably not until I'm at least sixty.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Who's Lonely? -- Prompt 18
"The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with oneself."
When pondering this statement I came to the conclusion that the author was trying to express what so many folks these days live with everyday: self-dread. Many humanoids in this day and age are ridden with guilt and feelings of disgust with themselves. Because of the overbearing opinion that one must have a perfect body, family, job and life in general, the pressure is almost unbearable. When alone all the things that are hidden behind the "happy, perfect life" come to mind. There is no way to escape yourself, and that idea in itself is often overwhelming. These thougts cannot be easily erased or silenced, and no one can be quite as honest as yourself.
I like being alone because that is the only time my extremly meloncholy side can come to the surface. I like to think, sometimes it hurts, but I always like to think. Being alone for me is something to look forward to and hope for, not dread and run away from.
When pondering this statement I came to the conclusion that the author was trying to express what so many folks these days live with everyday: self-dread. Many humanoids in this day and age are ridden with guilt and feelings of disgust with themselves. Because of the overbearing opinion that one must have a perfect body, family, job and life in general, the pressure is almost unbearable. When alone all the things that are hidden behind the "happy, perfect life" come to mind. There is no way to escape yourself, and that idea in itself is often overwhelming. These thougts cannot be easily erased or silenced, and no one can be quite as honest as yourself.
I like being alone because that is the only time my extremly meloncholy side can come to the surface. I like to think, sometimes it hurts, but I always like to think. Being alone for me is something to look forward to and hope for, not dread and run away from.
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