Updated

     I am trying to stay updated, one with school, second with family and friends, and finally with this blog! It is honestly so difficult to remember to write a little bit everyday here. To remember that not only does it help myself to write, but maybe someone out there is enjoying themselves reading my thoughts (mainly unanswered queries). Speaking of questions, have you ever wondered why there are just some people that give you an un nerving vibe? I have never felt this way just looking at someone in a light filled and public setting, but when I am walking alone to my vehicle and I see someone in the dark it gives me the heebie jeebies. I feel uncomfortable and wish I had something menacing that I had been carrying around to keep them away from myself. But when it is not isolated there is something comforting in the fact that I can talk to someone in a public setting and not worry about them "getting me".

Fundamental Rights

     The fundamental rights of the accused, we get a fair and speedy trial. That is about all that I remember from my studies of government this week. I am certain that I messed up atomically on my a.p. government test today. I had named the wrong amendment when I had written the essay portion; I used the insides of the 6th amendment and named it the 5th amendment. What an awful and stupid thing for me to do.

     I am honestly very disappointed in myself. If I had just went through my note cards once more I would have been certain that the 6th amendment stated that accused has a right to a fair and speedy trial. But instead I ate my chocolate chip cookie and thought, man this test will be nothing. I am almost certain that I am going to fail it. I hope that my teacher does not think I am an incompetent fool that just uses the tiny bit of knowledge she has and haphazardly stitches it together.

     Completely disappointed, not only does it disappoint me but I wish there was something better that I could do to make everything better! Nope all I can do is study and hope that my senior year is the best year in the world for me. I will hopefully be one of the first people in the nucleus of my family to be going to college right after high school. I had always dreamed of going to the University of Chicago but in my heart I feel that I am not good enough for such a wonderful school. Even though there is not a good chance of me going to that college I am still dreaming even when the deadline for my application is only a month away.

The populace is one of images

     The time has come for me to look on at the country and think, we are a viewing country. Maybe things don't look good. But we still look, we look and find and scower for something new. Looking is what we do, do we read too often probably not. It is just apart of the American way of life. Maybe it is not that our attention spans are diminishing, but that we would prefer to all take the same amount of time viewing an image rather than taking varying amounts of time to read an article or page of literature.

     The different ways that we communicate also say something about the American culture. It is diverse, and old. There is no definite American identity because we are all different, so very different. It is easier to identify a small group than an entire country. To segregate between small groups is so simple, even to segregate by saying the Americans, Germans, and Spaniards. What I am getting at is that when I looked at the statistics for my picture blog, both graphs showed an immense amount of people who live in America viewing it while Eastern Hemisphere countries seemed to be more interested in my writing blog. There are always differences and maybe this is too much of a hasty generalization, but I think I am using good data.

      I hope my conclusion was not non sequitur. While writing this I am also trying to synthesize my new vocabulary terms so that I am prepared for the A.P. language test this coming May.

Statistics... :)

     I really do love my statistics class, I tell my dad new things all the time and for once it is him telling me HE doesn't understand. Honestly he will tell me a hundred things and they fly right over my head like a jet plane. But with statistics I am the whiz chatting out new terms and weird graphs, I feel useful. And now I feel peaceful with my sleep time tea mixed with delicious instant cider and a teaspoon of Jonesers handmade white chocolate honey. Which was a wonderful stalking stuffer from my mom. Makes every cup of tea that much better. Even my tea-cider. Shucks I am even enjoying my cider in an old washed out spicy mustard jar.

     This might just be my new favorite drink, aside from cream soda and milk. When I get a camera to take wonderful pictures with I shall. But in the time being a nice image of a steaming hazel wood concoction in a clear 8 ounce jug will have to do. The tea is my fathers and the instant cider happens to be my mothers, maybe on a metaphorical level I am just drinking a glass of what I would be as a drink and no wonder I love it. I love my parents and all the good they wish upon me even when they are critical it is out of love that they critique me to be the best I can.

     So when you find that thing that you know better than your parents, show it to them, and include them.