It seems that most historical studies in elementary schools revolved around three topics: Abraham Lincoln (his early life, never the Emancipation Proclamation or Gettysburg Address), Martin Luther King Jr., and the discovery of chocolate by the Aztecs. Being the all-things-sugar loving child I was, when given a choice, I would delve into the ancient world of my favorite snack.
When reading the 15 page "textbooks," I was always shocked and saddened by the fact that chocolate wasn't sweetened in its early days, and didn't come neatly packaged inside a Hershey wrapper. It came as a bitter, hot, liquid. My mission was to taste the origin of my joy. To become the Queen of the Aztecs (I was six, give me a break.)
In 7th grade, I was given the opportunity to taste raw cocoa. Here was my chance. I was about to assume my position as ruler of the fine confections. I hated it. I swallowed it with a grimace and vowed that I would never go after so much power ever again.
I'm trying to be articulate, but lord knows how that's going.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Too Dumb To Refine
I don't think anyone reads these posts, but i like forming sentences, so I will continue.
It never crosses my mind that I am intelligent. Strictly, I am a b student, though I do try. Looking back on blog posts, the only two I actually liked were "Evaporar" and "Tea Cookies And Their Relevance To My Father In Ice Skates" and even then, I find my writing to be choppy and all over the place, exactly the way I cook.
Anyways. I was listening to New Slang for the millionth time and a particular line stuck out to me that hadn't before. "Am I too dumb to refine?" It's relevance stuck to me like honey and pollen (bear with me through my food similes, I'm hungry) and I almost broke down in the car driving home.
My music taste is comprised of indie and folk that my friends have shown me, and I usually like a bands most popular song, because I don't know any more. I can't learn any more. There isn't room for more.
I like to cook but I can't seem to broaden my horizons beyond broccoli cheddar soup. I am not a picky eater, but if given the option of a sweet potato leek quiche and macaroni and cheese, ill stick with the good old American favorite. I don't have a very refined taste, and fear the new unknown. Probably because college is rapidly approaching (I just put in my schedule for junior year. Yikes!) and I fear that I won't be able to feed into this lifestyle of delicate dishes. I would like to try new things, but can't bring myself to do so.
Being a 7 year band student, I expect myself to hold a spot in my heart for classical music, though there is nothing I had more in this world more than a sonata in b flat. I guess you would say it's not my forte.
The thing I would say I am most refined in is literature. I made a promise to my freshman English teacher that I would read 101 books by the end of sophomore year. I finished by December. I like to think that I read high and sophisticated books but The Great Gatsby, A Clockwork Orange, and To Kill A Mockingbird are books that most high schoolers would have read by graduation. All I did was read them a few years early. Most of the one oh one was composed of John Green and Shakepeare. I give myself too much credit for liking Shakespeare.
Anyways. The point of this (really poorly written) post was to show how The Shins make me realize my failures, and that I need to finish reading The Winters Tale.
Happy winter to all, and to all a good night.
It never crosses my mind that I am intelligent. Strictly, I am a b student, though I do try. Looking back on blog posts, the only two I actually liked were "Evaporar" and "Tea Cookies And Their Relevance To My Father In Ice Skates" and even then, I find my writing to be choppy and all over the place, exactly the way I cook.
Anyways. I was listening to New Slang for the millionth time and a particular line stuck out to me that hadn't before. "Am I too dumb to refine?" It's relevance stuck to me like honey and pollen (bear with me through my food similes, I'm hungry) and I almost broke down in the car driving home.
My music taste is comprised of indie and folk that my friends have shown me, and I usually like a bands most popular song, because I don't know any more. I can't learn any more. There isn't room for more.
I like to cook but I can't seem to broaden my horizons beyond broccoli cheddar soup. I am not a picky eater, but if given the option of a sweet potato leek quiche and macaroni and cheese, ill stick with the good old American favorite. I don't have a very refined taste, and fear the new unknown. Probably because college is rapidly approaching (I just put in my schedule for junior year. Yikes!) and I fear that I won't be able to feed into this lifestyle of delicate dishes. I would like to try new things, but can't bring myself to do so.
Being a 7 year band student, I expect myself to hold a spot in my heart for classical music, though there is nothing I had more in this world more than a sonata in b flat. I guess you would say it's not my forte.
The thing I would say I am most refined in is literature. I made a promise to my freshman English teacher that I would read 101 books by the end of sophomore year. I finished by December. I like to think that I read high and sophisticated books but The Great Gatsby, A Clockwork Orange, and To Kill A Mockingbird are books that most high schoolers would have read by graduation. All I did was read them a few years early. Most of the one oh one was composed of John Green and Shakepeare. I give myself too much credit for liking Shakespeare.
Anyways. The point of this (really poorly written) post was to show how The Shins make me realize my failures, and that I need to finish reading The Winters Tale.
Happy winter to all, and to all a good night.
Monday, February 10, 2014
This Is Scattered.
WARNING. THE COHERENCY OF THIS POST IS NOT GUARANTEED,
It has always bothered me that I will never know what a Spanish accent in French sounds like. What a French accent in Russian sounds like, or a Chinese accent in Arabic. I will never be able to pick out who sounds different in other languages, because I myself sound different. I hadn't thought about this in a while, but I remembered in French class today while we were watching a video clip of a Jewish man speaking in French about his experience with the Holocaust and being held safe in a basement in France. He spoke in English and had a noticeable accent from Russia (his oringinal home), yet I could not for the life of me pick up on it while he was speaking French. This makes me think of how terrible my accent in attempted French must be.
I've recently taken on the daunting task of making a full length, feature film, documentary on my high schools winter percussion ensemble. I actually don't have a full idea of how this is going to go. But here's to hoping, right?
I am slightly worried about taking AP U.S. History and AP Language and Compostition next year considering that I am still a sophomore and it is february. I shouldn't be planning for Junior year.
This has been a frazzled Bridget, over and out.
It has always bothered me that I will never know what a Spanish accent in French sounds like. What a French accent in Russian sounds like, or a Chinese accent in Arabic. I will never be able to pick out who sounds different in other languages, because I myself sound different. I hadn't thought about this in a while, but I remembered in French class today while we were watching a video clip of a Jewish man speaking in French about his experience with the Holocaust and being held safe in a basement in France. He spoke in English and had a noticeable accent from Russia (his oringinal home), yet I could not for the life of me pick up on it while he was speaking French. This makes me think of how terrible my accent in attempted French must be.
I've recently taken on the daunting task of making a full length, feature film, documentary on my high schools winter percussion ensemble. I actually don't have a full idea of how this is going to go. But here's to hoping, right?
I am slightly worried about taking AP U.S. History and AP Language and Compostition next year considering that I am still a sophomore and it is february. I shouldn't be planning for Junior year.
This has been a frazzled Bridget, over and out.
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