Games.

Finals. Then break.
Finals. Then break.
Finals. Then break.

It’s all you hear while walking through the hallways of the girl’s dorm.

There’s the occasional strum of a guitar from the room next to mine, and my roommate is hunched over her books, studying in a language that is not her own.

People are running down the halls, laughing about a three week break from school or screaming in a burst of rage, “I hate finals!”

And amidst all of the chaos, all of the sounds melding into one, melodramatic hum, I remain motionless. The last words printed on the book in front of me stand out above the pressing noise.

“There are worse games to play.”

And although the circumstances are different, the words adapt to mean everything and anything.

The game of studying for finals that will, in the end, not throw my grades off some horrendous no-returning-from-here cliff. They will not make or break my chances of getting into a college that awaits me two years in the future. They will only bring chaos to here-and-now moments.

As soon as the school leaves for break, everyone will forget their almost-meltdowns about how, “There’s no way I’m not going to fail my chemistry final.”

Through the race of muttered curse words, ripped pages, destroyed text books, and the silent but studious players in a never-ending game, everyone needs to stop and breathe.

After five or six two-hour long tests, it will be over, and everyone will have a three week break to regain the sleep they lost in preparation for a final that they will forget the information to in a matter of hours.

In. And out.
In. And out.
In. And out.

Valued.

The value of the written word is highly under-appreciated.

People have shortened typed and written words to make it easier or faster to get their message across. But sometimes, their message is as dismal as “lol.”

The literacy rate in America must be on a steep decline, what with people typing with ludicrous letters and numbers left and right.

It does not seem like a big deal, but when I read something someone sent me, and it l00k5 lyk33 th15, I want to scream. L33t Speak and “modern-day shorthand” are both ridiculous.

Fragmented sentences, incorrectly spelled words, and poor grammar are not fashion statements, they’re just ways for you to display your stupidity for the world to see.

Please, World, write with the competence I’m sure you possess. Please.

Snowflakes in Southern California

You may have already heard from my fellow blog-mates, but it is time once again for Secret Snowflakes to take OVS by the reins and kick off!

Each person in our school drew a name out of a paper bag and then had to go out and buy not one but five gifts for them, one for each day of the school week.

The presents usually start small and get gradually bigger, each coming with a clue (ex. I have blue eyes, I’m not a day student, etc.) to help the gift receiver guess who is giving them presents.

It is unfortunate, however, that some people do not feel up for the holiday cheer. Some people either give bad presents (like used airplane headphones) or no presents at all.

The people who do this tend to ruin the spirit of the rest of the school, and it makes the week before final exams all that more stressful.

I can only hope that this year everyone will receive and give presents, and no one will be left with a frown on their face.

Nerdfighters.

Nerdfighter: (n) a person who is not composed of cells, bones, tissue, etc. but is instead composed entirely out of awesome.

Welcome to Nerdfighteria.

Hank and John Green, proud founders of Brotherhood 2.0 and Nerdfighteria, are two brothers who wanted to reconnect using only video blogs. The Vlogbrothers promote being weird or a bit off-center, proudly stating that being a nerd is one of the best things to be.

With three videos a week, Hank and John are still able to keep up with their “day jobs.”

Hank Green is the creator of the website ecogeek.org and is a comical musician, writing songs about Harry Potter, selling dogs on eBay, and giraffes.

John Green is an award-winning author, writing the books Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, Paper Towns, and the co-written Will Grayson, Will Grayson.

Their videos are humorous and sometimes rather informative.

I am very proud to be a Nerdfighter and encourage anyone to watch the Vlogbrothers’ videos and join Nerdfighteria.

DFTBA*, Nerdfighters, DFTBA.


*An initialism: Don’t Forget To Be Awesome

Spoiler Alert?

I went to see Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1 yesterday, and I was more than enthusiastic with the results. I was paying strict attention to the scenes and details and I found only three important things that they either altered a little bit or left out entirely.

Compared to all of the other Harry Potter movies, this is phenomenal.

The only major things they left out or changed in the movie that JK Rowling wrote in the book were the goodbyes between Harry and the Dursley family, Hedwig‘s death (sadface), and a mural Luna Lovegood had painted on the ceiling of her room.

In the book, Harry’s cousin, Dudley Dursley, gives Harry a strong hug goodbye and confesses how he never hated Harry, not after he saved his life in Book Five. In the movie, however, Harry just watches them drive away in their car, never to be seen again.

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Batman v. Spiderman v. Superman

Earlier today I was reminded of an essay question I was given last year. It read:

Who would win in a battle: Batman, Spiderman, or Superman?

I have no doubt in my mind that Batman would win.

I am also the only person in my world history class who thinks so.

Batman would easily take out Spiderman with a Batarang before Spiderman could even think to spin one of his wimpy little webs.

Then there is the debate about Superman beating Batman. But Superman Would. Not. Win.

Batman’s true identity (shh! don’t tell!), Bruce Wayne, is one of the wealthiest men in the entire world. Anyone who thinks he wouldn’t be able to get a large amount of Kryptonite at the snap of his fingers is sorely mistaken. And although Superman appears to be indestructible, he can be killed.

Batman would have the Kryptonite ready for when Superman came bursting through a wall or a billboard or a freaking chihuahua, and Superman would be weak and feeble. Then Batman would tie Superman tight with a Batrope or a Batlasso or a Batscarf or a Batsomething.

And even though Superman could potentially get free if he escaped the Kryptonite infested areas, he has morals, and therefore would be too much of a girl to kill Batman.

Batman, however, is prepared to be the bad guy if need be, and the bad guys tend to kill… Mercilessly.

So before Superman could get away from the Kryptonite, Batman would be a badass and kill him. Or harm him so badly that Superman would not be able to hurt Batman and then he would be too afraid of Batman to ever go near him again and so Superman would run to his Superfriends and cry Supertears and write down his feelings in his Superdiary.

The End.

Kindled Spirit

People all around the world are raving about the Kindle or Kindle for iPad. They get unbelievably excited about reading a book off a bright LED screen, and it makes me want to cry.

Yes, the Kindle is helping reduce the amount of trees being cut down for paper, but the batteries they use will eventually die. Those dead batteries, when thrown away, will be sent to a landfill or be buried underneath some great big hill, or be disposed of by shooting them far away into the freaking space-time continuum.

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Questions


We’re asked questions everyday.

“What’s your name?”
“Did you bring the homework to class?”
“Are you going to finish that?”
“How are you today?”

Many of the questions we answer are pointless, but we choose to give extensive answers anyways.

“My name’s Harold, you see, because my great-great-great grandfather had this pet crocodile who…”
“Well, Mr. Smith, I didn’t bring my homework to class because, on my way over, I was attacked by a vicious…”
“Of course not, I’ve been counting my calories lately and…”
“I’m doing great! I got a new dog and I named it snuffles. Not because she snuffles a lot but because she…”

Why do we answer questions so thoroughly? Wait, don’t answer that.

One day, I want to ask someone the simple question of “why?”

“Why is your hair that color?”
“Why did you skip over here instead of walk?”
“Why does the human race need oxygen to survive?”

One day, when I ask that question, I don’t want them to answer with:

“My hair is this way because my DNA that I formed in my mothers womb…”
“I just saw this really cool movie where the main character only had the ability to skip because…”
“Well, when the lungs intake certain gasses…”

No, I want them to answer with:

“Why not?”

“Why is the sky blue?”
“Why not?”

Sorry.

It is unfortunate, a tragedy. Girls and boys everywhere are put under a microscope, dissected and torn apart with no mercy. They are tormented because they are different.

Because they aren’t skinny enough.

Because they’re wardrobe consists of mostly black.

Because they have a stutter.

Because they like the same sex.

Because the world has decided on its picture of perfection, and the rest of us didn’t get a say in the final result.

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But Darling Don’t

It is that one person who you think is your friend.

That one person who will tell you anything and everything.

That one person who will come to you, crying, because they did something wrong.

That one person who lies through choked sobs and teary words.

It is that person that will turn their back on you as soon as they get what they want.

After they have achieved their ultimate goal (whatever that may be), you are useless to them.

Tell me, what is friendship?

What does it mean to befriend someone?

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