January 2, 2013 § Leave a comment
New years resolution! As an aspiring arts critic I decided it would be beneficial to create a blog where I could review vocalists. It’ll take the burden off of some of my friends. Check it out!
December 13, 2012 § Leave a comment
I will resume writing about things that are actually interesting and important once I get through this rough stretch of holiday concerts. Too many personal posts for my taste!
December 13, 2012 § Leave a comment
Today in biology I cut a fetal pig’s heart clean in half and felt absolutely nothing. Could the symbolism be any more transparent?
Alright Heather, cut the melodrama.
Playing the beautiful loving character that is Hope Cladwell all fall opened my eyes, I think I may be a bitch. At a young age I prided myself on my altruistic personality, now I wonder where that compassion has escaped to. I look at the small handful of people I’ve lost due to my over competitive attitude, low tolerance, and fear of commitment. I see faces that I’m glad have nothing to do with me anymore, and one face that I wish I could make look me in the eyes again.
I think about who I was exactly one year ago. I think about the guy who was supposed to remain my best friend for the rest of my life, the same guy who I can’t even say hello to in class. While I hesitate to throw out the term “used,” I never though I’d be the one taking advantage. I fear heading down the same path again.
October 3, 2012 § Leave a comment
Disclaimer: This is probably considered a rant, so bear with me.
A few days ago my brother came home with a paper from his middle school math teacher informing my parents about the “challenge homework” that the class offered. My mother was furious that my brother had not been recommended by the teacher to complete these assignments.
Before I go any further I should clarify that I absolutely despise math, but my brother is definitely an aspiring engineer. Personally, I’ve been an avid fan of English since the fourth grade.
As an English lover, this incident got me thinking. Why are these middle schoolers even offered math “challenge homework” in the first place? This special homework never is offered in English or history, but always seems to be an option in math classes.
At a very young age these kids are already being separated in to “good at math” and “bad at math.” While I’m sure that these extra assignments are very beneficial to those who fall under the “good at math” category, what do the “good at English” kids get? Or the “good at history” students? These math challenge assignments only provide a false sense of entitlement. Meanwhile, the students who do not excel in math feel inferior.
Categorizing at such a young age puts kids in a box. Who is to say that just because a kid is not great at math in seventh grade means that he does not stand a chance?
August 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
My family has never done much traveling. I’ve been over seas a couple times, only once that I can remember though. As a result of sticking pretty strictly to the northern states, I’ve never been anywhere where my accent seems…foreign.
I sport a very classic northern monotone, and on top of it, I say wicked. Well, I wouldn’t actually call it a monotone, but its much less expressive than the accents you hear in the south. I’ve actually been down here before, but I’ve never noticed how out of place my voice seems. Is this what its like to come to America from a different country? Or a different region even? There’s some food for thought.
Aside from the accent, Nags Head is very different from Cambridge. Boston lives up to its unfriendly stereotype, everyone sort of…keeps to themselves. That’s not to say that there aren’t friendly people, because there certainly are, but not as many outwardly friendly people as there are here. Everyone seems more willing to start a conversation. I like it, its refreshing.
August 12, 2012 § 1 Comment
For a born and raised New Englander, I posses a strangely misplaced love of the ocean. Don’t get me wrong, vacations on Cape Cod are relaxing and fantastic, but the water can never compare to the thrilling size and strength of the waves here in North Carolina. Although I do plan to cash in on my fair share of tanning time, I also am excited to whip out the boogie board and wash up on the sand until my sandburned legs and stomach can’t take it any longer. I am excited to dive under enormous crashing waves, and let them pick me up and gently place me down.
Being a human being comes with the unfortunate handicap of having no wings, so being in the water is the closet you’ll ever come to flying. I’ve loved the water from a young age, and have never been afraid to dive right in (despite my many irrational fears as a child). This is why I swam for five years, and this is why I can look past the unpleasantness of salt water in my eyes and adore the beach.
I’ve been snapping many pictures to document my trip, and am excited to share them. Forgive me, as I’m not a photographer (unlike many of the talented aspiring artists on wordpress).