I was, by some miracle, sitting with all the smart kids in math class. Not only was I sitting with them but I was being taught advanced math concepts with them. The only clear problem was that I could not for the life of me understand what my math teacher was saying. She was saying things, I was sure of it, her mouth was moving but what was coming out was surely not English. I looked around at all the smart people around me to see if anyone had the same problem but everyone was just nodding along with their understanding smiles mocking me. How in the world could they understand what Ms. Dvora was saying! More importantly, How could they be smiling when math was being taught!? Eww! "If the units meet 200 then it's 30 units from a which makes the circumference of the trapezoid approximately a 70 foot long sandwich." It was in this moment I discovered I liked humanities better.
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What is "good and what is"bad"?
Good ɡo͝od/ to be desired or approved of. Bad /bad/ of poor quality; inferior or defective. This is the dictionary definition, but what do these words mean to me personally? When I look at a piece of work I create and call it "bad", it's based off of my own expectations of what I can do and what other people are doing around me. If I look at someone else's work and say it's good, there are two possibilities, 1.) I'm might be lying, I'm nice like that, or 2.) I'm basing this off of what I expect from this particular person, what they seem like they can do, based off of their abilities and values. Basically it's a huge cycle of judging. The hardest thing ever is to sit around in artificial ignorance and forced euphoria while children starve, countries are terrorized by terrorists, and countries are in civil wars with themselves. When most people share stories about the hardest thing they've ever done it usually involves something physical, such as pushing a boulder up a mountain, or giving up Taco Bell. My on-going difficulty has more to due with my mentality than anything physical. I care about the Earth and all the people that live on it, it's hard to see everyone at war with each other.
Something that I found inspiring over the weekend was The General Theory of Relativity. I know this is an odd topic for a 15 year old girl to be inspired about over the weekend but let me tell you the story: My moment of inspiration started when I was finishing up my physics homework. I started of writing about Newton's Laws of Physics but I decided to dig a little deeper and research General Relativity. It kind of hit me how absolutely amazing physics, Einstein, the Earth, and just life all together is. Albert Einstein proved how the universe works with a single, one inch equation! If Einstein can do that then why can't I do something I put my mind to?
Really anything can inspire me if I'm in the mind set. For example, uh, a jar of pickles: Pickles are pickled cucumbers, thus the name, but there's more than that hidden underneath. When you pickle something that usually means you are trying to preserve it. A life form being preserved. If you can pickle cucumbers who says you can't pickle a human, figuratively, I mean. Who says we can't preserve the life of a human and essentially make human life longer than natural? Google, I'm lookin at you. |
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