Oh Yeah? Well how do WE know?

Today in math, my teacher was ranting on and on about like 4 different formulas that would give us the area of a triangle. 4!!! Of course, being the critical and kind of bitter person that I am, I asked what proof we have of that being the area of a triangle; he tried to answer the question then went on about paying your agent or buying groceries or something like that. That took away my faith in math! It got me thinking; how do we really know that's the area of a triangle? How do we know that someone didn't just bribe the person who was in charge of making mathematical rules to believe his "theory"? What if, like 600 years ago, math was created and there was a LOGICAL explanation for everything and there weren't any random formulas that included the "magic number 1" (don't ask me, ask M. Sanschagrin, my teacher). WHAT IF, some moron thought it would be funny to teach his kids the wrong way to do math, a harder more complicated way to do math, and that caught on and that method was taught to future generations, and the moron who thought it would be funny to teach everyone the wrong way to do math equations is sitting up there in hell, laughing down at us because what we're doing is WAY OFF.

I'm not convinced that someone came up with the number pi (3.14159andsoforth) because of "science" and "math". I think he was just another moron who thought it would be funny to mess with today's idiots. They say that pi is an infinite number, HUH! I bet they claim that no matter how long they spend doing that procedure to get the decimals of pi they will never find the last decimal, so that people will believe that pi's an infinite number so that the OTHER moron who came up with the idea of pi wouldn't have to make up random numbers and figure out a way to convince the mathematical association or WHATEVER THE HELL it's called that the numbers are legit.

I would like to know who woke up one day and said, "Hey, I'm gonna make up a weird formula that somehow kinda works so that today's society can struggle and be stressed out even more then they already are", therefore they would look aged. Aging=money spent on creams and treatments to make them look younger, which leads to feeling younger -> money spent on yoga classes because yoga is "youthful"... leads to money spent on over priced clothes so they look young and hip, which eventually leads to kids, then money spent on math tutors because they parents can't help them while they're juggling partying with yoga classes, duh! IN THE END (da da da da, snare drum roll, spot lights flashing across the stage. A guy with an annoying voice holds a microphone and says...) MORE MONEY FOR HIM. See? Everything revolves around money. Give me anything and I will find a way to link it to making money. In the end, the people who make up the ministry of edumacation don't really care about the students, they care about how many millions they can fit into their pockets:)

Another thing that cracked me up, is that our teacher told us that when we alter an equation or fraction or something on ONE side, we have to do the same thing to the other side so the world stays balanced. WHAT IF, the world was unbalanced to begin with, so in our attempts to balance things, really, we're leaving it unbalanced. Just saying...

Anyway, ginger and peach tea (it's a new tea that I'm trying out) in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. And there will be one. Aaa, maybe. lol.

FINALLY

HEY!!! So, thank you to Neesonfamily (grace, is that you?? lol) for the topic about how teenagers think about their parents and what they expect from them, that will DEFINITELY be fridays topic, however, before i forget, I want to blog about something that i did these past couples days.

On sunday night, me and 4 friends started a village simulation. We slept outside, had to cook our meals outside and fetch water and food from a few kilometres away. We walked to and from school and did our homework and all the stuff we needed to do outside. in the cold. in the rain. with no proper jackets. or adequate shelter. But it was really fun!!!

So, on Sunday night, we pretty much got our stuff organized and set up and went to bed, we stayed up pretty late but woke up at 5:30 because the STUPID birds wouldn't shut up. Me and 2 others went for a little jog to kind of wake us up, then we ate a huge breakfast of tea, fruit, nuts, more fruit, a lot more nuts and more tea. The reason we had so many nuts, is because Catherine, who was in charge of supplying the nuts, must of brought at least 1 kilo of "assorted nuts" from the yates street market. We didn't bring a lunch, because we were doing a VILLAGE simulation, and we figured that kids in little villages in africa and asia wouldn't be able to bring a lunch, so we went hungry.

On Monday, Cassidy had to go to her piano lesson at uvic, so me and catherine walked to UVIC with her (ella and karine had to go to some other stuff, so they couldn't come). We were supposed to meet ella after the lesson was over, but the lesson went longer then it was supposed to be and she had started to walk home by the time we had gotten to the meeting place. After 2 hours of walking and trying to locate each other, we FINALLY got home and ate a little bit. We needed a tent for storage, so while Catherine and Cassidy set the tent up (because Karine was still gone and ella and I are totally camping impaired), Ella and I went to go fetch the water and rice so we could have dinner.

We walked for at least 2 1/2 kilometres, then we finally got to the place that the water and rice was. there was 2 containers of water that were 2 litres each, a big tupperware full of rice and a giant 10 litre container that was impossible to carry because there was no handle.We walked at least 4 kilometres (it was longer on the way back because in my attempt to to take a short cut, i accidentally added a LOT of distance to the walk. haha, oops). 11 funny looks, at least 45 switches and arguments as to who would carry what and which way to take later, we finally got home and were ready to cook. it took us forever to figure out how work the stupid stove, but after trying for 20 minutes, it lit then blew out once the water was boiled. We all worked together to try and get the stove to light, and about 15 minutes into out efforts, someone suggested that the rice might have cooked form the heat that was already in the pan. They were right and we had the most "worth it" rice ever. It was bland and a bit watery but so hot and so filling and sooooooo worth the effort. Karine came back, then, we tried to sautee bananas and it failed so epicly that I'm not even going to go into detail about it...

That night it rained. Hard. poor cassidy had her sleeping bag soaked and every one's pillow (except for karines 'cuz she slept on the side opposite from the pool of water) was wet and every ones mats and blankets were absolutely drenched. However, we survived and walked to school just fine. It was pretty cool, actually, because we made an EPIC musical about being cold and hungry. So awesome. We're looking in to getting together and writing a legit musical, lol.

We got home and my mom, being the caring European mom that she is, had taken our sleeping stuff and put them in the tumble dryer so that they we didn't have to sleep in water:)

Wednesday, today, wasn't part of the simulation so we woke up, went inside and totally pigged out on chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. We all washed our faces and looked in the mirror for the first time in a couple days. We got a ride to school and celebrated with starbucks after school.

It was really fun, and I'm really glad that we did it. We we're eating such fresh, healthy food and spending so much time in the sun and fresh air, my skin (which had a big ugly rash on it because my skin is so sensitive that it breaks out to the cheap foam that my karate sparring helmet is made out of) had totally cleared up and I felt great and full of energy! I have made it my goal to exercise more and eat healthier so that I'm fit for summer so that i can do lots of swimming, beach volleyball and hiking:)

So, empty handed, i leave you yearning for the next post.AND THERE WILL BE ONE, about How teenagers think about their parents, and again thank you to neesonfamily. lol.

Topics.

Hello!!!! Today, I'm blogging about topics. I can never think of a topic to blog about, so that's why my posts are usually very late. This is going to be a very short post.

I always ask people what to blog about, and they either say "I don't know" or give a topic totally unrelated to what my blog is about. SO what I'm proposing, is that anyone who gives me a topic to blog about that's relevant to my blog, will be GREATLY APPRECIATED, and if I choose your topic, you will get a shout out and a link to your blog, if you have one, posted on my blog. I'm not trying to sound like I have a ton of followers (I think 8 people read my blog), but I might have people reading my blog who don't read yours, so you can maybe get a couple more followers this way.

Frozen yogurt in hand, I leave you yearning for the post. If I can think of a topic to blog about. lol.

Expectations

HI Y'ALL!!! So the reason my blog on friday didn't show up, because this is a free website, sometimes stuff doesn't work 100%. But don't worry, I didn't forget about blogging!!!

Expectations. Everyone has certain expectations they are expected to meet. Some in academics, some in sports, some socially. Some have expectations set so that they have to excel in all three fields. I used to be one of those people and believe me, it's not fun. Can you imagine being constantly expected to do something??? For example, you are about to take a test and you know that everyone in the class is expecting you to get the highest mark out of everyone. Or, everyday, everyone is expecting you to get a girlfriend/boyfriend or to hang out with your posse of 20 friends. And, the most common one, non academic stuff; In art class people expect you to be the one to use the most colour or to have the most detailed starfish or to make your dragon look like a dragon, not some mutated half horse half lizard alien thingy. Even though the people who are expecting those things think that the person can easily attain the standards that are set for them, it is quite the contrary. Because of all the pressure, the people who are expected to do great can't focus or do what they really want to do, because they are so concentrated on what people want them to do.

Last year, everyday I was asked a million questions about stuff that we were studying at school, because people expected that I would know the answer. I would answer the stupid questions (for example, how do you say I'm a donkey in French?), but as the year go on, the questions got harder and harder as the people asking the questions grew more and more knowledgeable. Eventually, when I didn't know the answer, people would say "That's unlike you" or "What do you mean??? You're the smart one". At first I would laugh with them, but after a while it got annoying. I mean, tear-your-hair-out-and-then-once-you-teared-all-of-your-hair-out-start-clawing-at-the-wall-until-it-collapses-and-the-whole-building-falls-down-and-then-you-get-trapped-and-then-scream-in-frustration annoying. Do you think it's a pleasant or satisfying feeling to know that you let people down???

Of course, people don't always expect for people to do well, some people expect others to fail. Imagine, it's your turn to run the stupid hurdle course, you're feeling pretty nervous and kinda crappy because you know you suck at running, let alone jumping over stuff while running. You decide that you're going to try as hard as you can in hopes to maybe impress everyone and exceed their expectations, then, all of a sudden, someone screams, "Don't fail like you normally do". That sucks out all of your confidence and makes you not want to try. For those of you who know me personally, I think you know what P.E. class I am referring to, and to WHO I'm referring to, but to those of you who don't, just know that this happened to me and I'm sure has happened to you. Do you want to be known as the one who fails? For those of you who happen to be great at everything, think about it this way, there is always going to be someone who looks down on you because they are better.

I know that everyone has expectations that they would like to be met, even if really high or really low expectations are set for you, you still find a way to expect things out of other people. No one is perfect (and I'm anything but), but next time you are about to scream out, "Oh, I bet ___________ is going to get the highest mark" or "Don't even try, you know you're going to fail" at someone, just remember that feeling of pure crap that you feel when a comment like that is directed to you:)

I know that everyone expects something out of everyone and everything, but sometimes, we don't realize that something as simple as expecting someone/something to be great or terrible, we are totally modifying are end opinion. If we expect something to be great and it turns out to suck, then it's going to suck even more because we had an ideal picture in our mind that we let intertwine with reality.

If you're someone who feels like they have a high bar that they have to clear in order to please people, I'm assuming that you feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. 'What the hell am I supposed to do!', is something that was on my mind for the majority of my grade 6 year. All you have to do, is when someone asks a question expecting you to know the answer, or when someone (like your parents) state that they are disappointed in you because they believe you could have done better, let them know that you tried your best and worked your ass off to get the result that you did. Also, let them know that you can't focus on what you're doing because you are constantly trying to please them and that everything you do is so that they are proud of you. The person you're yelling at is probably pissed off at you at this point, so I would recommend going to your room as soon as you are finished your rant, or things could end poorly...

Hopefully this technique works for you, it worked for me.

In conclusion, we all live under expectations, it's deciding what you're going to do about them, that's the hard part.

Lady Grey tea in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

Me. Simply Me.

All of my blogs are about my school life, and I feel like you guys should get to at least know what I'm about.

I was born in Vancouver and when I was 1, I moved to Italy and lived there until I was 4 1/2. I moved back to Canada and we lived with my grandparents for a few months, then moved back to Vancouver until we found a house in Victoria, which is where I live now. In grade 2 I moved to Curacao for a year. I didn't really like Curacao. At all. In fact, not only did I not have any friends that spoke enough english for me to really have a relationship with them, but in general, I am glad I am in Canada for good. I home schooled, which I did not enjoy. My family was so, well I want to say dysfunctional, but that's not really the right word, but do you understand what I mean? Actually, dysfunctional is probably the closest adjective I'll find to describe it. Let me just say that I don't want to go back to Curacao. Ever.

Grade 3 was the 2nd worst year of my life. My teacher was awful. In fact, she was vile, unpleasant, rotten, revolting, repulsive, loathsome and just plain mean. She was constantly constricting the area in which I could learn. She never encouraged me, never said anything that inspired or motivated me and she never even looked me in the eye. Please know that this is pure and raw emotion. I'm not exaggerating at all.

From grades 4-6, it was all really me trying to figure out who I was. I tried being the "it" girl, I tried being "that" girl (see Catherine's comment on my post about elementary school). I tried to not at all care about my social life and to try and be perfect. I didn't really like who I was, looking back at it, but I admire myself for trying to figure out who I was, and for not being sucked into the trap of people with no souls who just say what they say because they want attention. Don't let your actions define you, but let them add to who you are and to how you got to the place you are now.

Grade 7 has truly been the best year of my life so far. I have figured out who I am and who my real friends are. I learned the hard way that people I thought I knew so well have changed into someone that I don't recognize or want to be with. It's hard, but I guess discovering things you didn't want to know about each other is the only way that you can make you get yourself together, grow up and move on.

I hope you learned something from this post. Thank you for reading:)

Now, with a weight being lifted off my shoulders, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.

Facebook

Ok, here's the reason why I didn't blog on friday; My power was out from 8 o'clock in the morning on friday until 1:30 in the afternoon on saturday. I was busy and sick the rest of the weekend, so that's why I didn't blog on the other days. So, to reply to anyone who says "But you said you would give us candy and an apology letter if you didn't blog!" 2 things: 1) Don't start a sentence with the word but. Anyone who's ever been to school knows that it's not proper grammar and that it makes you look stupid 2) I have a very legit excuse, so don't even ask. The answer will be no.

Facebook, a website that can keep you glued to the computer for 4 hours at a time. The website that pairs beautifully with procrastinators, because what better way to waste your time then to log on to Facebook?

I don't know about you, but as soon as I look at the computer, all I think about is logging on the magical land of Facebook. I start to think of my little grapes on farmville, and my mob on mafia wars, and of course, I can't neglect the little bunny I made on petville! So I log and tend to all of my virtual duties, and then, I glance on to the homepage and see a really funny status. I press the "like" button and post a comment. The person replied! So of course, I have to reply to the comment. That goes on for a while, until I run out of things to say, so I just go become a fan of a bunch of stuff that I didn't even think I was a fan of until I saw that my fbff (facebook best friend forever) became a fan of it. Oh look! I have a new message!!! It was my other fbff asking me if I wanted to go for a bike ride!!! She's online, so we just start to chat. As I'm chatting with her, I start stalking peoples profile. I know that person!!! *click* Add As Friend. YES!!! Now I have 250 friends.

As I'm doing this fun stuff, my mom screams down the stairs that it's time for dinner. How is that possible? Have I logged on for that long!?!? Uh oh. I have. Now, I have to eat dinner and do all the homework that was assigned. As I'm eating dinner, Mom suggests that we go for a walk, I tell her that I have homework and says, that's ok, you finished most of it while you were in your room, right? I don't want to tell her that I was on Facebook the whole time, so I just agree with her. By the time I get back, it's 7 o'clock, and I have to get ready for karate class. I get there just in time, and the class runs late. By the time I get home and have a shower, it's 10 o'clock. CRAP!!! I'm too tired to do the homework!!!

Other than the fact that Facebook causes problems later on, Facebook is a wonderful place, a haven of perfection, blending my utopia and reality. It's a place where you can show off your pictures, where you can pick fights and things will still be normal the next day when you see them in person!!! A place where you can become friends without having to worry about first impressions or if you actually get along. Facebook is a replacement for therapy; if your self-esteem is low that day, just post that in your status and a bunch totally unqualified people who you don't even know will encourage and support you. The only place where you can get married, no matter what age!!! The only place that you can have kids without having to go through.... well you know. Facebook is the replacement for real connections and conversation. You can deal with your problems by simply hitting the 'send' button on chat. You can confront people without actually having to confront them! You can say stuff you don't mean without the person knowing that you lied. It truly is the reality in which we live, there is no such thing as face-to-face heartfelt conversations anymore, they're now Facebook chat heartfelt conversations. We come alive on Facebook, we get to be the person we don't dare to be in public places! You can feel so loved and content when really, you're just sitting all alone in your room eating the leftover chocolate from easter, your hair is heinous and you're still wearing your pjs.

Nothing in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.