I'd like to make some comparisons.
Tapioca pudding is fancy cottage cheese.
Cupcakes are fancy muffins.
Donuts are fancy bagels.
Veal is fancy beef.
Potatoes au gratin are fancy cheesy potatoes.
That is all.
There's a tidbit for ya.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Jim Crow - AP Comp
I'll summarize the Jim Crow laws for you.
Blacks cannot associate with whites, be close to whites, do anything for whites, marry whites, be treated like whites, go the same places as whites, or have any of the same rights as whites. That's totally fair, right?
SARCASM.
My gosh, I can't believe some people actually believed that blacks had diseases and if we got too close we would catch them. First of all, Africans were the first to create a civilization and thrive from it. They were here thousands of years before white Europeans were, yet they were the ones being discriminated against. One example is a law that North Carolina had about the militia. They claimed that white and colored soldiers would have to be separately enrolled and could never serve in the same organization. I think that whoever is willing to risk their life to protect and fight for our country should be granted the same rights and respect as everybody else, no matter their color.
Another example of a completely preposterous law is one that Louisiana about attending circuses and public performances. Multiple races were expected to attend, but each race had their own door to enter in and their own ticket takers and recievers. However, the separate races had to be at least 25 feet apart at all times. Really? That seems like an absurd thing to say. Think of what it would be like today if we had that law. Husbands and wives would be separated and where would their half-white/half-black children go?
Am I crazy for thinking these things? I sure don't think so.
There's a tidbit for ya.
Blacks cannot associate with whites, be close to whites, do anything for whites, marry whites, be treated like whites, go the same places as whites, or have any of the same rights as whites. That's totally fair, right?
SARCASM.
My gosh, I can't believe some people actually believed that blacks had diseases and if we got too close we would catch them. First of all, Africans were the first to create a civilization and thrive from it. They were here thousands of years before white Europeans were, yet they were the ones being discriminated against. One example is a law that North Carolina had about the militia. They claimed that white and colored soldiers would have to be separately enrolled and could never serve in the same organization. I think that whoever is willing to risk their life to protect and fight for our country should be granted the same rights and respect as everybody else, no matter their color.
Another example of a completely preposterous law is one that Louisiana about attending circuses and public performances. Multiple races were expected to attend, but each race had their own door to enter in and their own ticket takers and recievers. However, the separate races had to be at least 25 feet apart at all times. Really? That seems like an absurd thing to say. Think of what it would be like today if we had that law. Husbands and wives would be separated and where would their half-white/half-black children go?
Am I crazy for thinking these things? I sure don't think so.
There's a tidbit for ya.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Nerd Camp
I was at nerd camp. Yay!! 10 hours of playing my french horn dotted with a few times to eat, sleep, and be merry. I swear I'm going to have a permanent dent in my leg from resting the bell of my french horn there. It was super fun, though. I learned some new card games ( Egyptian Ratslap and that one that Grace taught me that I don't know the name of) and bonded with a lot of new people. Oh and we had some tea and crumpets with Manny Laureano while playing Star Wars. Just a normal day at the Symphony retreat.
We did some tai chi. There was a butterfly flying around while we were tai chi'ing and I took it as a very symbolic sign. I was probably overanalyzing. Did you know there is such a thing as a tai chi conga line? Figured that one out the hard and meditative way...
There's a tidbit for ya.
We did some tai chi. There was a butterfly flying around while we were tai chi'ing and I took it as a very symbolic sign. I was probably overanalyzing. Did you know there is such a thing as a tai chi conga line? Figured that one out the hard and meditative way...
There's a tidbit for ya.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Some Things I Like About Reading - AP Comp
This guy wrote a short story about scrambled eggs. Who does that? It was such an unconventional title which got me to thinking, "So this is what Mrs. Cardona was talking about when she said a title should draw you in and make you want to read it." I definitely wanted to read William Kennedy's essay and I wasn't even disappointed when he stopped talking about scrambled eggs because the way he told his story was so intriguing. It was mostly a dialogue between himself and his dad, but the lines weren't new paragraphs each time. The dialogue was formatted in a continuous paragraph which made me read through it quicker and more intently. I also quite like it when he said he should have know that "Eggs" was awful. I should know that about some of the pieces I write but it's hard for me to admit it and I love that he admitted it so blatantly.
In Pat Conroy's piece, she kept me interested by switching between complete sentences and what I thought to be fragments. Every sentence she had me questioning what I was reading. She incorporated both humor and horror into her work which made every paragraph something new. This story was very personal and that was something that drew me to it because all of the emotions she wrote had actually happened. I really enjoyed the descriptions of the things around her, using great adjectives and great nouns for imagery. The line saying that someting is only real if you write it down is something I think that is very relevant to today and it was a great note to end on because it kept the reader thinking.
In Pat Conroy's piece, she kept me interested by switching between complete sentences and what I thought to be fragments. Every sentence she had me questioning what I was reading. She incorporated both humor and horror into her work which made every paragraph something new. This story was very personal and that was something that drew me to it because all of the emotions she wrote had actually happened. I really enjoyed the descriptions of the things around her, using great adjectives and great nouns for imagery. The line saying that someting is only real if you write it down is something I think that is very relevant to today and it was a great note to end on because it kept the reader thinking.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Why I Write - AP Comp
Obviously I write to get my point across. It's also pretty useful to know how to write.
I also write to express my emotions. Like right now. I'm angry. Super duper angry. And as I'm sitting at my computer banging on the keys and writing super fast, I am relieving my stress and anger and tension in a beautiful and artistic form. How's that for convenient?
My first experience with writing was poetry. I think that happened when I was like 9 or 10. Sure, I wrote some stuff for school before then, but it was required so that doesn't really count. Sometimes I would start my poem off with an idea but I would never finish it. That happened a lot, actually. Sometimes I would write poems for a purpose. I remember when I was like 11 or 12, I wrote a poem to my parents for their anniversary. I remember that most of the poem was comprised of the different courses of the meal that they had that night. Lame, right? But I wrote it because I knew it would have emotional significance to my parents.
I also write because I think it's a beautiful thing to do. I like to write songs a lot because they can rhyme and, when put to music, convey a deep message. In my songs I usually write about kinda dreary things: not belonging, not being self-confident, and the like. I write like that because I love things that are beautiful and melancholy. And it's fun to come up with characters that have been in that place.
So why do I write? I write because it is the easiest way to express yourself and express what you're thinking to others.
There's a tidbit for ya.
I also write to express my emotions. Like right now. I'm angry. Super duper angry. And as I'm sitting at my computer banging on the keys and writing super fast, I am relieving my stress and anger and tension in a beautiful and artistic form. How's that for convenient?
My first experience with writing was poetry. I think that happened when I was like 9 or 10. Sure, I wrote some stuff for school before then, but it was required so that doesn't really count. Sometimes I would start my poem off with an idea but I would never finish it. That happened a lot, actually. Sometimes I would write poems for a purpose. I remember when I was like 11 or 12, I wrote a poem to my parents for their anniversary. I remember that most of the poem was comprised of the different courses of the meal that they had that night. Lame, right? But I wrote it because I knew it would have emotional significance to my parents.
I also write because I think it's a beautiful thing to do. I like to write songs a lot because they can rhyme and, when put to music, convey a deep message. In my songs I usually write about kinda dreary things: not belonging, not being self-confident, and the like. I write like that because I love things that are beautiful and melancholy. And it's fun to come up with characters that have been in that place.
So why do I write? I write because it is the easiest way to express yourself and express what you're thinking to others.
There's a tidbit for ya.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Foreign Chocolates
Hey, you. Yeah, you! Follow Me.
I got some chocolates today. My boyfriend gave them to me. From England. Cue the oooh's.
It's a big bag of chocolates called the "Sharing Mix." I shared with a few people in advisory but then I became selfish. UGH I know, not an admirable quality. But all you girls out there know what happens when something or somebody comes between you and your chocolates. I'm probably going to get fat by the end of the bag. THANKS ZAC.
Also about the chocolates: the handle ripped off when I opened the bag so I had to awkwardly carry the bag around without a handle. But I'm not bitter or anything.
Hm.
Today, in marching band, a really unfortunate fashion choice was made. To march you have to have the "proper footwear" so I store a pair of heavy-duty sneakers in my band locker. However, I was wearing a body-con skirt (for those of you who don't follow fashion, click here). I can only rock so much fashion and, let me tell you, I could not rock the sneaker/skirt combo. I was not alone, though. Fellow marching band-ites can sympathize because many of them were in the same position I was. We should form a focus group.
Not bad for my first blog.
There's a tidbit for ya.
I got some chocolates today. My boyfriend gave them to me. From England. Cue the oooh's.
It's a big bag of chocolates called the "Sharing Mix." I shared with a few people in advisory but then I became selfish. UGH I know, not an admirable quality. But all you girls out there know what happens when something or somebody comes between you and your chocolates. I'm probably going to get fat by the end of the bag. THANKS ZAC.
Also about the chocolates: the handle ripped off when I opened the bag so I had to awkwardly carry the bag around without a handle. But I'm not bitter or anything.
Hm.
Today, in marching band, a really unfortunate fashion choice was made. To march you have to have the "proper footwear" so I store a pair of heavy-duty sneakers in my band locker. However, I was wearing a body-con skirt (for those of you who don't follow fashion, click here). I can only rock so much fashion and, let me tell you, I could not rock the sneaker/skirt combo. I was not alone, though. Fellow marching band-ites can sympathize because many of them were in the same position I was. We should form a focus group.
Not bad for my first blog.
There's a tidbit for ya.
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