Stupid High School

So I’m sitting in front of the tv right now. I volunteered for the Habitat for Humanity at the Gus Macker tournament from 4 to 8. I feel like after I got back, all I’ve done is eat. In reality, that really is all I’ve done. I tried to start homework, but I just couldn’t. I’m having such a hard time getting back into the swing of things after one weekend. I wish I could learn study habits and things I never had to in high school. There are so many of us down here who were able to slack in high school and got a shock when we got here. I have my first chemistry test tomorrow night, and I have no idea how to study for it. I read over my notes twice and looked at old tests, but I feel like it won’t be enough. High school is supposed to prepare us for college. I don’t feel prepared in the slightest. I don’t know time management. I never had to study for tests. My classes weren’t challenging. How does that prepare me for college? I know some bigger schools would have been better, but that wasn’t the district that I lived in. I would never have asked my parents to pay tuition for me to go to a bigger school with more challenging classes. So after wasting plenty more of my time, I’m going to go back to studying and trying to do other homework!

Unproportional Killing

The strategies of WWII were obviously not in proportion or morally correct. I guess I could understand if the U.S. Air Force was trying to get Japan to surrender. Sure, kill their civilians until they crack. Not exactly something I would agree with, but they obviously thought differently than I do. In my mind, firebombing is like torture. The civilians were unknowing of their deaths coming, and it’s not like they could have persuaded their government to surrender even if they did. After seeing the equivalents of the U.S. cities that would have been destroyed, my heart fell when I realized the damage. In my mind, I think the firebombings were too extensive, but I’m sure they felt differently back then. The nuclear weapons just went too far. After the damage they had already done, they had to go back and kill more people. Now, looking back, people wonder whether there was enough time in between the dropping of the nuclear arms. Before I decided on mechanical engineering, I had wanted to go into nuclear engineering. Although obviously not for the formation of nuclear arms, I thought that might end up being the only place I could find a job. I knew that I didn’t want to have any part in a nuclear war, and that is part of the reason that I changed my mind. So overall, I do not believe that the strategies were in proportion, and the ends did not justify the means.

Enough is not enough, but it will have to do...

When the first woman got up and read her “inspired fairy-tale,” I was completely impressed. All of her words went straight to my imagination, and it was as if I could see the evil sunflower and pages growing from the ground. After she finished, Kate Bernheimer went up to the podium and decided that her own introduction to herself wasn’t as good as the previous introduction. She started right off into the book reading. The books she read from were from a series about the three Gold sisters: Merry, the oldest, Ketzia, the middle sister, and Lucy, the youngest. Though she only read from the first two books about Ketzia and Merry, you could easily see the relations between the stories in the books, and also you got a hint of the fairy tales. She said that she uses German, Russian, and English fairy tales. Throughout her reading, I sat debating what I thought of her writing. In my mind, it was quite odd intermixing riddles with her stories. Also odd were some of the quotes about the piano and guitar teacher. It made me wonder if he were the reason Merry became so cold later on in life. It seemed like the parts Kate chose to read somehow flowed into the next. She went from talking about the “ice walker” girl to how she was later in life, walking around the streets looking for vodka. The two were related by her feelings from the day she saw the girl fall through the ice. Overall, even though I thought her passages were quite odd, I still have this nagging feeling to read her books.

HOBY...the love of my life :)

Ok, so I finally decided that since I mention HOBY in about half of my blogs, I would describe why it is so dear to my heart! First of all, HOBY is a leadership conference for students coming out of their sophomore year of high school. One student from each high school has the opportunity to come to this prestigious conference. It consists of 4 days of goofy cheers, panels, motivational speakers, magnificent Butler food, and bonding. You get down to Butler University on a Thursday morning. Immediately greeted by cheering junior counselors, you tell your mom or dad that you want to go home right now. If they are good parents, they make you stay. After registering, you are dragged into a circle to do ungodly embarrassing cheers. When all of the students have finally arrived, you are grouped into teams with a counselor and junior counselor. This is your group for the rest of the conference. The next 3 days are filled with more cheering. I could go through every little detail, but as I tell everyone else, it doesn't mean the same thing if you aren't there. On Saturday night, there is a dance. During this time, you get to mingle with people other than your group, who by this time, you want to spend time with anyways. Sunday morning could end up being one of the saddest days of your life. This is the hour of truth, how much did you come to love the people you just spent 4 days with. After leaving, you realize that you have just left some of your best friends. They aren't the same kind of friends as the ones from home. These people came to know the real you, because at HOBY, you don't have to pretend to be anyone else. If you choose to come back the following year as a JuCo, you must complete 100 hours of community service. In my mind, it is completely worth it. Being a JuCo is also a very rewarding experience. You get to go along with one of the groups but also see the change in the ambassadors. It's also a great chance to see some of the best friends you lost contact with over the year. I went back this past summer for the 3rd time. I was able to be a Special Assisstant. This meant that I was almost completely behind the scenes working to make everything go smoothly. That position meant a lot to the ones who got it. There were only 7 of us who were ambassadors together. These people are some of my best friends, and I cherish any time that I get a chance to see them now. The following video is from the talent show this year. The guy and the three girls have known each other since their ambassador year more than 6 years ago. They were grossed out but not as much as the crowd was!

This picture is our entire group of special assisstants from 2007!!!

Hmmmm... weekend update?

I feel so grateful that my parents live about 100 miles away. This weekend was great getting to see them again. Even though I have seen them about every other weekend, it still makes me happy every time. My brother even came up from Miami of Ohio! We kept it a secret from our parents until he walked in the door of my dorm room. I kept having to leave the room to talk to him on the phone! I told my parents they were going to meet my new boyfriend...I'm pretty sure they knew I was joking about that since right now, Mike and I are practically perfect. We all walked over to the golf course where we were tailgating with Mike's family and some of their friends. It was a lot of fun, and I think Timmy finally realized why I like spending so much time with Mike and his family. I guess on his way back to Farmhouse with Mike, he said something about how everyone else's families except for ours is outgoing, funny, and energetic. As I've said before, my family is very reserved. Then, when my brother tried to start his car, I guess it died so my parents had to go help him fix it before they left. I took a nap at that time! It was pretty great... When I woke up, I got ready to go out with Mike. It was one of our friends' 21st birthdays so we had to venture over to see his first shot. He dedicated it to his aunt who passed away over the summer. After saying our happy birthdays, we left. Today, all I've done is sit around and try to do homework! I finished about half of my engineering lab bonus even though it's not due till Friday, and I haven't started the stuff that's due on Wednesday. I have trouble with my priorities once in a while :) Well I think I'm off to do more homework and sleep. Hope you all had a great weekend!

"A Journey to Discover Yourself " ( Ishmael Beah)

I have definitely been impacted by Blood Diamond, A Long Way Gone, and hearing Ishmael Beah speak. Before these three things, I never really understood the issue with child soldiers and never even thought about the fact that they fought for the government also. I always had pictured in my mind groups of children fighting against trained professional troops. I never imagined it to be child to child combat. Ishmael Beah was quite honestly one of the most interesting speakers that I have heard. Usually, I can't sit through a long talk, but I think the fact that I already read the book for class helped a lot! While everyone else was squeaking in their chairs and rustling around, I was just listening intently to every word that rolled off his tongue. He spoke about many interesting things, some of which you could gather from the book and others you couldn't. One of the first things he talked about was how he gets upset when the panels he speaks on do not give him enough time to delve into the topic of child soldiers.
To me, the most troubling issue that Ishmael spoke about was the women in the army. I completely understand why he left their story to them. They could not have done justice to his story, and he couldn't have done justice to theirs. When he talked about this, it became mind boggling because he had never spoken of women and girls in the army. Throughout the book, I never once pictured Ishmael fighting next to a woman. He never spoke of any girls in the rehabilitation center. What happened to their children? Who took care of them if Mom had to fight? The thing that really disgusted me was how the girls would have children by the commanders and have to raise them in the midst of war. That is completely unfair to both mother and child. In reality, I understand why they didn’t leave. It was either be shot by the government or by the rebels, neither of which is a very pleasant scenario. I would love to hear about the war and fighting from a womanly point of view. As Ishmael said, some of them just aren’t ready yet. Some of them had to make it out alive, but right now they are scared of what society will think of them and their children. Before I leave you, one other thing I found interesting is that Ishmael has only been back to Sierra Leone once and it was this past year. After all he has done for the cause of child soldiers, I was surprised it took him that long to go back.

For the Love of the Community!

Wow, other than the awful CFU in Engineering Lab today, my day was pretty damn awesome! Tonight was so exciting. I went with one of my team members over to the Habitat for Humanity meeting. He has done it before, and I've always wanted to. We were like 40 minutes early so we just sat and talked for a while. When we went in and sat down, I suddenly got really happy. I'm one of those people who loves community service projects in every way, shape, and form. Pizza was offered, and everyone got up to get some. It was then that I saw one of the girls that I went to Girls State with before my senior year! We were so excited to see each other. Even though Girls State was by chance the worst week of my life, I still love all the girls who were in my city. Most of us got really close and had a lot of fun. As long as we weren't doing the required activities, we were smiling, laughing, and having a great time. I remember staying up until like 2 almost every night even though we had to be at breakfast by like 7. We would just stay up and eat and chat. Back to the present, when we started walking back to the dorms, we saw a squirrel. At the same time, we said, "I love squirrels." It was so random but funny because we hadn't seen each other in over a year and could still laugh like we did that week. I love seeing people that I met through activities like HOBY and Girls State because I usually know that they are nice and down to earth. But yeah, community service almost gives me a high it makes me so happy. I don't know exactly why, but I'm sure some of it has to do with the fact that every community service experience that I've had has been loads of fun!