Friday, October 25, 2013

Bat Mitzvah Woes

So, I know it's a little late, but my bat mitzvah is in two weeks.

AND I'M FREAKING OUT
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Really, though, it's getting down to the wire and I'm pretty stressed. Maybe this is why kids do it when they're twelve, how stressed can a twelve year old really be?... wait, no, I take it back.
I had my first existential crisis when I was twelve.
Anyway, I basically have to have, like, fifteen minutes worth of Hebrew chants memorized.
It's hard enough to memorize fifteen minutes of English anything, especially sans music and without a cue or any chance of improvisation. Forget another (non-romance, non-germanic) language!
In addition to all this, I have to give a speech about my life, bearing my soul to anyone who decides to show up that day.
Sounds fun, right?
well, there is going to be cake afterwards... so....
We'll see how it goes.


Live long and prosper,
Sherrod

vs. The Neverending Kudzo



Kudzu: an invasive plant that grows anywhere, any time, any which way it likes.

vs: meaning against.

translation: there was a battle between the IB Juniors [the girls mainly] and the evil Kudzu, which we awesomely won. Because we are just amazing like that.

But honestly, I'd never really known about or seen Kudzu before today, oddly enough, and was shocked to realize how stubborn an resistant the plant could be--it tried to swallow me whole, twice! In all sincerity, it wasn't all that bad, especially when Maggie fell twice, but I could've done with the nippy whether and the fact that I kept getting stuck in the Kudzu...and that time when I practically fell into some thorns....ouch...

Moral of the story: Kudzu's not half bad, but it's not to great either; stay away

Update!

I'm not entirely sure if this can qualify as being stressed or being lazy, but I've been feeling extremely drained at even the mere mention of attending school. I don't ever feel like getting up in the mornings and maybe it's because I'm developing insomnia. (Can one develop insomnia? Is that a thing?) Anyway, I'm not entirely sure what the point of this post was. I just felt extremely guilty for not having posted in a while. So, I guess, the logical thing to do would be fill you in on things.
All of my shows have recently either gone on or come off of hiatus and it is an extremely emotional time for me, especially season 9 of Supernatural. Just no. Also, I'm waiting very patiently for the beginning of Series 3 of Sherlock (I mean Harry Potter even came back before Sherlock did and that was supposed to be over!) and the 50th anniversary episode/winter premiere of Doctor Who. I'm also trying to finish multiple book series', which is a challenge with the amount of homework I have to do. I have, however, checked out a bunch of classics from the library, which I haven't even started on yet...Whoops.
I'm entering a poetry contest for one of the colleges I want to apply to, so that should be fun. Except for the fact that I have immense writer's block and haven't been able to write anything for over a month. It's a troubling life. Anywho. I've checked with Sherrod and apparently it is possible to develop insomnia, so that's interesting. Not entirely healthy or pleasant, but interesting...Also, small note, cutting vines is a terrible past time. 0/10 would recommend. I'm convinced the Japanese transferred vines to the states as a way of destroying us during the war. I don't care what anyone else says, that's why those things are here.
I suppose that's really it, aside from the fact that it's almost that time of year, my favorite time! I love Halloween with a passion! So, Happy All Hallows Eve and don't forget to watch a few Tim Burton movies! Or Hocus Pocus. Or...Ya know what? Just make sure to watch a lot of Halloween movies and enjoy an extra candy bar for me.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

See Mariatu Stress



If the title can't clue you in on my predicament, maybe this can: I'M SOOO STRESSED OUT!!!!! Better?

When my debate coaches suggested IPPF debate to me (that is Internation Public Policy Forum debate, its really cool and what not, you should totally google), I was all in, since for the past year and a half all I've been doing is public policy debate. The problem, however, is the work load I'm already receiving from IB alone in addition to Model UN, Student Government, and pretty soon, swim team. Can you say, spread too thin? Just adding on IPPF is darn nearly about to kill me, and it probably doesn't help that we can't seem to meet the quota for the minimum number of members on our team. *le sigh*, tis life I guess.... And now I'm hungry. 

Monday, October 7, 2013

Girl Probs....

Dear God, it's happened again. Yes, it's true...I've joined three more fandoms over the weekend! They are below.

  • Honor Society
  • Push Play
  • Before You Exit

I really did try to not join another one considering that I'm already apart of like 50000000, but I just couldn't resist. Up-and-coming boybands are my weakness...aside from Honor Society, because they've been around for a while... How do you think I jumped on that whole One Direction wagon?
Anywho..... if anyone's bored and looking for some ah-may-zing music to listen, I suggest the aforementioned boybands.
Tata for now. 
Mariatu

Sunday, October 6, 2013

RE: The Great Gatsby

So, like I said in the prequel to this post, I have been reading The Great Gatsby. I've recently finished and, well, I still think Gatsby is pretty crazy, but now that I've finished I can understand him slightly better. Jay Gatsby, or James Gatz as he was born, came from a somewhat poor family and ended up running away from home and enlisting in the army for World War I. He met Daisy and almost immediately fell in love with her because of how extraordinary she was. He left for New York and they never spoke again, but he still loved her and she loved him.

Now, here's my thing with Gatsby. He can't deal with not having Daisy. He'd do pretty much anything for her (including taking the blame for a hit and run/manslaughter) and while people may find this romantic, it's extremely unhealthy. I already talked about how he dedicated a greater part of his life to finding her, but that's not all. Honestly, I don't think Gatsby ever really loved Daisy. It's possible that he liked her or was infatuated with her, but he didn't love her. When he moved the New York, he was pretty much alone, his only company the people who came to his parties (majority of whom didn't even know Gatsby). It's possible that he missed having her around because she was his company, because she 'understood" him. But Gatsby is irrational. He's so hung up on getting back to this old life and better version of himself that just so happened to include Daisy, that he nearly tears her family apart. And, while it's partially Daisy's fault too, he should have known that his reappearing wasn't going to make Daisy leave her husband, even if she "never really loved him." And Gatsby's forceful. He refused to leave the hotel room everyone was in until Daisy said she didn't love her husband and, even after she said it, he wouldn't leave without her. His obsession with Daisy may actually be part of the reason he was alone and no one attended his funeral. He almost never left home and was never very social. All he cared about was Daisy.

I feel like Daisy knew that Gatsby was a little off because, even though she says she loved him, she still stays with her husband. I assume it's because she knows Gatsby is unstable. And I don't like that people call Daisy stupid because she's not. She understands the world in many ways and that's why she's always so sad or anxious or whatever you want to call it. When she said she wanted her daughter to be a "beautiful little fool", it was because she didn't want her daughter to know how ugly the world really is, she doesn't want her daughter to hurt the way she did. And, I feel bad for Daisy. She was making a life for herself, she was somewhat happy with friends and a family, a child, but Gatsby comes back into town and that entire life is shifted in a matter of days.

This is the last thing I'm going to say about this book. I did not like the narrator. Nick Carraway was extremely indecisive and entirely too attached to Gatsby, even though they'd only known each other for a few months. He made impressing and being around Gatsby a large part of his life, and honestly, I just didn't like his character. I felt like he had no real grounding. The only definite parts of his life were Jordan barely, Gatsby and Daisy.

It was a good book and I'll probably end up reading it again in the next few months. I need time to recuperate. One can only handle so much of James Gatz (who wasn't actually and Oxford man, big surprise there).

Monday, September 30, 2013

An Ode to the French Fry



This afternoon, when several other IB students and I were all huddled together on the Sea Isle Elementary School stage, directing the 4th and 5th grade CLUE students' performances of their own original spins on various Greek myths (whoo! What and intro, eh?), it hit me: I'm getting old!

I mean, here I was , surrounded a bunch of ten-year-olds still squeamish over holding each other's hands for fear of cooties, and all I could think was Holy crab-cakes, I'm getting some serious mileage! In reality, these kids were born when I was like what? Five, six,years old?  Now they're all looking up to me in wide-eyed wonder, fascinated that my best-friend can drive, and I have a true-blue cell phone! Which brings me to french fries.

When I was ten, I had an obsession with fast food, or, more specifically, McDonald's french fries--that and Joe Jonas. As a child, my whole world revolved around who was dating 'my man' and whether or not my mom would make that pit-stop at the Mickey D's around the corner everyday after school so I could get my french-fry fix. These kids, however, have their eyes set on Harvard, and Broadway, and making a real difference in the world--not that I wasn't, considering I had my whole life planned out at age six--but all I as a young woman, ready to leave the comfort of home and brave the unknown of college life, can think of is how simple life back then was and wish for a day to go back in time when all that really counted in life were french fries...and the Jo Bros...

*Yes I do realize this was not an ode, but I felt like calling it an ode so an ode it will be :P *


Sherrod's note: pseudo-ode