Triumphs and Turmoils
Linguistically and Visually Illustrated Turmoils and Triumphs of your Overly-Complex and Opinionated Adolescent
(who's also a major treehugger)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Mystery of 'Da Jawn'
Friday, May 27, 2011
Something Different
My First Taste of Self-Discovery
Looking back on this picture, I vividly remember the scene it portrays so perfectly. I remember the sensations I experienced before the picture was taken, as well as my ensuing thoughts at the moment the shutter snapped. I was four years old, posing for a mom-endorsed photography session with my one-year-old sister, Shana. It was autumn and the endless expanse of green grass was speckled with fallen leaves of yellow, orange, and brown. I can still remember the soft rays of sunlight dancing through the trees, stopping to perform winding pirouettes on the tips of blades of grass. I can still feel the cool, crisp breeze spiced by the glowing warmth of the sun beating on my ears, my nose, my hands. I can still smell the freshness, the organic scent of falling leaves in autumn tickling my nostrils, renewing me, and teasing me with the excitement of the changing seasons. I can still visualize my mother braiding my soft, damp locks of hair, telling me I will look different in the morning. I can still remember my anticipation of the pure elation I felt would be brought by a difference, brought by a change. I still today can perceive the wonder I felt knowing I looked different for the first time since I could remember, and most vividly of all, I remember stepping outside and being encompassed by nature, by the beauty and wonder of G-d around me. I felt myself melt into my surroundings, and I left my brain for my natural sensations.
Stepping delicately to the little red wagon, I took a deep breath of the full, fall air. This was the very reason why I loved fall so much: the astounding fullness of its air, filled with the scent of biodegrading leaves, and the newly discovered concept of change, seen through the changing colors of leaves. The purely enchanting deepness of autumn just captivated me. The idea that it had so much more to offer, as the leaves slowly gradated their way from green to yellow, yellow to orange, orange to brown, and fell to the ground. This profound concept of change was only complemented by the change in weather as the cool breeze snuck in, the change in the texture of my hair, made braid-wavy for the day, as well as the change in the school year. I would be starting Pre-K at Shipley soon, moving from my preschool at Trinity to a real school. As I pondered these changes, slight jealousy arose for my sister, who had yet to begin preschool, let alone school in general. Nature saved me from dismay, however. I remember vividly feeling the fall air fill me, lift me up, and place me down gently. I felt the deep creases in the leafy hands of trees caress my soul, whispering to me that ‘everything is going to be alright’. They told me silently of their experiences, what turns them green and red, orange and brown, why they slip away from the cold’s strangling embrace and sprout again when warmth tickles their buds. They told me I was special; they saw the kindness in my heart. They said that they would stand by me, even when they slipped away from the cold. They told me they would be there for me, always and forever. I believed them, and the leaves still speak to me today.
As this silent promise was made, quickly and fluidly, my mother was setting up for the photography session and my sister was frolicking in the grass. As my mother called my name, a beam of sunlight washed upon me, trailing over me with its misty veil of light. With my extrasensory awareness system on high drive, I consciously made my way over to the wagon, where my ham-of-a-sister awaited me, as well as the pictures. Dissipating the last tinge of jealousy, I sat down in the cold, hard wagon and let my legs share their warmth with its thin, steel skeleton. I put my arm around my baby sister and held her close, kissed her on the eye, and told her I love her. It was this beautiful and spiritually empowering moment that was frozen in time forever, captured by a swift movement of my mother’s hand with the icy lens of a camera.
Even now I can associate the open, unthinking feeling that so swelled inside me that day with my current philosophies. The feelings and concepts that I perceived have been ever-present in my thinking since that day. In the past, they have been things that I observed diligently, inquisitively. Only more recently have I begun to deeply analyze these observations, and the more I do, the more the story behind this picture ties perfectly into my philosophies. The natural inclination, oneness, and pureness of children fit so naturally, so perfectly together that every time it strikes me I have to stop and marvel at its perfection. At these moments I am half in awe at the unfathomably complicated way in which everything makes sense, and half joyfully unsurprised that G-d and His Providence create such complex perfection. It no longer awes me to see how at peace I was at such a young age; my cogitations have shown me that the peacefulness I so strongly displayed on the day this picture was taken is natural at that age. What I felt that day reminds me that life is an endless struggle to regress to that openness, an endless struggle to once again be aware of life around your body, an endless struggle to live through perceiving the way young children do so beautifully, with no sign of over-thinking
This is a picture of a fall scene and a young girl kissing her baby sister in a wagon. What it means to me, however, is very different than its implied significance. When I look at this picture, I am swept back to the events that no one saw. When I see soft lighting on my forehead and my hair, the pure, snowy whiteness of the bow in my hair, I am placed back into the autumn air, back into the glowing sun, and back into my first taste of spiritual discovery. It is not so much the image portrayed in this picture that resonates inside me so strongly, but rather the sensations I discovered prior to the picture’s being taken that facilitated my actions in it. My subconscious discovery of myself, of the trees, and consequentially of G-d set the path for my current philosophies and revealed to me who I was… who I am. This picture reminds me that the power children have to feel, and thus perceive, is the route to happiness because it brings to me the purity and the clarity that I felt so crisply that day. Aside from this, it reminds me of the trees’ message to me; the message the gently rattling leaves so gracefully told me: I am special. The delicate kiss on my sister’s eye reminds me infallibly of the love one is able to share with another, of the power one has to spread happiness, to induce a gently tugging smile on the faces of those around them. Like the trees, it reminds me that I know who I am. This beautiful picture, the warmly pulsating feeling of love it brings to me, and the story of my first taste of self-discovery remind me that as long as I have the power to love, my life will never be worthless.
The Mildly Epic Story of How I Obtained a Cheese Hat
So, for those of you who do NOT know what a cheese hat is, it's basically the sexiest thing in the world.
All in all, it makes everything look sexier. Even David Archuletta.
Now, this cheese hat isn't any old cheese hat; it's not the one you buy at a store and fasten to your baby's head to make sure it looks sexy (and hopefully doesn't suffocate in the cheese-shaped foam wonderland). No, no, you see. This cheese hat is the one that everyone wants. This cheese hat is the one Wisconsinites, and only Wisconsinites, wear to the National Science Olympiad Tournament's Swap Meet, which just so happened to have been held in Wisconsin this year (making their desirability skyrocket). Yes, my dears, this one Cheesehead® cheese hat has the desirability of Emma Watson and James Franco combined. Mmm, pure sexiness.
To illustrate, there are approximately 10,000 kids at the Science Olympiad National Tournament. Around 20 of these kids are from Wisconsin, so we will assume the presence of 20 cheese hats. That's a ratio of 1 cheese hat to every 500 kids, all of which want a cheese hat.
Now, it's my first year in Olympiad. I wish I would have joined earlier, but I didn't for some reason, so this was my first experience at a swap meet. I had no idea what awaited me. Kids are zipping by with whatever possessions they have to their name, grasping for hats and t-shirts to bring back proudly to their team. Some kids were filing by, eyes glued to the ground, cheese hats gripped tightly to their chests, as unresponsive as possible to the business tactics of the extremely smart adolescent population waving hands, chocolate, license plates, and other miscellaneous knick-knacks in their direction. It looked a little like this:
OHAIIIII
Well howdy there!
*Announcer-style voice* It's currently 12:30 AM, it's looking beautifully dark and warm outside, and today *feeling boob*, there's a 30% chance that I have mounds of homework piled in front of me! (it's a joke, because Karen Smith's boobs could tell when it was already raining.. in other words, I DO have mounds of homework piled up in front of me!)
This week has been particularly stressful in general, because Science Olympiad Nationals were last weekend (wooooo!!!!) (we came in eighth, btw, and my main event, Sounds of Music, FIRST IN DA NATION, BABY!!!), so I missed Thursday and Friday of school, and then I got "a stomach bug" but really i had to finish my 19 page History essay and ended up missing Monday and Tuesday, as well as most of Wednesday (when are ya gonna write a paper on the legal ramifications of the Vietnam war while in Wisconsin competing against the smartest underaged people in the nation!?)
So, as you can imagine, I missed a heck of a lot of work... and tests, and quizzes, and oral examinations... ohhh, how high school just toots my boot!
So, basically, I'm all like SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOLL!!!!! As you can see from the below representation:
Seeing as my brain enjoys throwing random and unrelated things at me, two different songs (that don't even go together, mind you) are suddenly on repeat in my head, one whose name I don't even know (which drives me crazy!). And, for some reason, Chinese words crept their way into my mind in the last ten minutes (I don't even speak Chinese!), so now my brain's going buckwild on me as my SCHOOOOOOOLLLLLL alarm is sounding (quite gratingly, in fact), some weird mashup of In the Sun by She & Him and some other song with annoying whistling are bouncing back and forth, and Chinese words are echoing in squeaky voices across the caverns of my vacant mind. So now, it's sorta like this:
Put, simply, I'm in mental turmoil. To top if off, my family friend (who has a wicked obsession with Harry Potter) is taking me to New York City this weekend to see Harry Potter the Musical and visit the Harry Potter Exhibit. It should be fun, but I'm not quite sure if I'll be able to prevent my brain from running back to shouting its famous siren, playing the broken record of Chinese babbling, and blasting random annoying songs whose names escape me (pet peeve!!). Oh, well. This should be a loooonnnng weekend. Someone buy me fudge if I survive.
Actually, don't. Bikini season is approaching and I'm eating a net 5 times a day what I've eaten each day all year. Oompah Loompah Lumpy Thighs, here I come!
Anyway, I should really get back to my homework, seeing as, regardless of how many eye-daggers I've sent flying at it, this mound of homework is not shrinking without my productivity, and I'm having severe trouble formulating coherent sentences. It's 1:07 AM, if you're awake right now and reading my blog, go to bed. Why? Because you can.
Night night! xo<3