If I had to describe my blogging experience I would compare it to flying a kite. I’m not sure if this is just me but whenever I attempt to fly a kite it takes me forever to get the thing in the air, but once its in the air its a whole new struggle, keeping it there, but once I complete these to Herculean tasks its smooth sailing and nothing but smiles. When I try and start a blog it takes me what seems like an eternity to come up with an idea and then I spend the remainder of my lifetime finding a creative or unique way to articulate the idea.
As most of you may know a huge earthquake devastated Nepal and his killed and dislocated countless people. This really hit home for me because my partner on this blog his family in Nepal, who luckily weren’t badly affected, and I myself have family in India who felt it even though they were a ways away from the epicenter. So, after talking with my partner in this blog we decided that we should try and help the situation however we can.
So the next day we brought jars and envelops and asked each of our classes if they would be kind enough to donate. Initially we expected to not make much and that we would receive nothing more than pocket change. But we were so wrong. When I made my quick announcement and watched my envelope go around I was amazed to see people were contributing as much as twenty dollars per person. It was a truly beautiful thing to see, because it would have been so easy for all of them to simply pass it along without giving it so much as a second thought but instead I saw people cleaning out their wallets asking me if they could bring money tomorrow or if their was any limit to how much they could donate or if they could collect money themselves and give it to us. My parents encountered a lot of hardships when they first arrived to this country and they said the only thing that kept them going was seeing the general goodness in humanity which I never understood until today.
A common belief in life is that once you leave high school, you choose your field and essentially stick with it till you retire. Anyone who doesn’t follow this path is often looked down upon because they “quit” what they initially thought they would do. But just because you don’t follow through with something doesn’t mean you crashed the car it just means you took a wrong turn.
One of the most important things I have learned in all my years of school is how much people change. I knew people in elementary school that if I ever tried to connect with that person they used to be it would be futile because of how much they changed. I am no exception, in eighth grade I was 5’1 and 120 pounds and if you can’t already figure it out, out of shape. But just a year later I was 5’5 and a 125 pounds, and In much better shape because I had added a fair bit of muscle mass. One of my closest friends in elementary school, who shall remain nameless, used to be a very studious and lovable kid, once we reached middle school we began to drift apart and became a “nerd”, but today he is a big meat headed football player, and I’m not exactly sure if he maintained his grades but I’d bet he didn’t. While I do believe it is wrong to make broad generalizations about people, I feel as though putting it in relative terms such as “nerd” or “meat headed” makes it easier to see the change.
Their are so many little things that give us happiness. I find it interesting how people spend all this time and effort to get things when they could be gaining the same happiness from something that would be insignificant in the eyes of another person. For example, I once went to the dollar tree and purchased a small toy gun with a ball attached to it with a string so when u shot people the ball comes back. For most people that toy would seem like a piece of junk but it manages to provide me with endless pleasure.
Not to long ago, the army said they were no longer going to allow those with tattoos to join and those in the army could no longer get tattoos. The very idea of this made me cringe. First of all I believe the social stigma that comes along with having a tattoo is completely unprecedented because for some people tattoos are strictly cultural and for others it is a way to prove their individuality through inking their bodies with a design that is significant to them. So, why then do people assume that those with tattoos are not good people. I believe this is because of the terrible habit that humans posses when one person does something bad we alienate the whole demographic that they belong too. An example of this is how people automatically assume that Muslims, or any person of color for that matter, are terrorists. It is the same thinking that goes into the decision to make tattoos because a few people made mistakes and happened to have tattoos we automatically develop this negative perception of anyone who has a tattoo.
My partner in crime has made several posts about running, so I feel its appropriate that I add to the discussion. I began running when Amogha, my partner forced me to join the school’s cross country. Before, I actually gave in I made every excuse I could think of like I have no time, I am not fast, I don’t know anyone, or I don’t like running. The reason was for the fear of trying something new.