Rain is the Norm

Rain: moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls visibly in separate drops (according to apple). Rain is definitely common in The British Isles; it’s the norm, something that I now strangely see as positive after a month in Ojai.

Rain is what makes everything luscious and green and allows us to wear the great apparel called rain gear. Granted rain doesn’t come with the positives of giving you a glowing color or allow you to wear shorts, but it is definitely refreshing.

Pessimists could argue that rain is horrible, and I say I can see their perspective — coming in after a trip out completely drenched is not always fun in the best of circumstances. But it definitely makes you appreciate your comfy warm home a lot more.

I now see rain as an extreme positive, but I must say too much can be slightly overwhelming. Everything in moderation.

In fact it’s raining in England right now, so off I go to suit up in my rain gear and enjoy the most of the great weather while I can.

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Buisness Time

This will no longer be a diary of any sort after this post. I recently came to the realization that my own method of expressing myself is not through the guitar, and definitely not the paintbrush. I deal with truth. My opinions and philosophy change perpetually, and truth can be drawn from it in only a very short window of time.

I’m gonna lay down the FACTS. I’m gonna say THIS is what this artist has been up to, see it, love it,  and move on.

The Typical Brit

How can you define someone as typical? You can’t. So how can you define a nation as a typical way? You can’t. All one can presume is that the typical figure portrayed as a representative of a country is what the majority of the population is like. This is how stereotypical opinions form.

On television someone of a certain class or nationality is often presented in a particular way in order to entertain the viewer. The characters are often presented as caricatures, over exaggerating their characteristics in comedies to make them amusing. If one English person is like this then they all will be. This is definitely not the case.

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OVS, are you blackout ready?

Instant darkness. The excited yells of frantic girls could be heard across the Upper campus as Ojai Valley School experienced it’s first blackout of the year. Many of us did not know how to react. It was exciting for all-this chaotic, fortuitous occurrence meant that study hall was postponed.  A herd of girls began to stream out of the dorms, assembling into the blackhole, but they were soon told by the faculty that this was not a fire drill and that it was okay to be inside the dorms. We retreated. Back inside the black enclosures, people huddled together, walking to their rooms scouring drawers and closets for any source of light they could find: flashlights, cell phones, even laptops.

I was one of the few for whom this was a frightening experience. I have nyctophobia, meaning I am afraid of the dark. My first instinct was to grab my headlamp that had been so handy during dark nights camping out in the Eastern Sierras just two weeks back. It was just my luck when I snapped out of my frantic state and realized my headlamp was upstairs, in the storage room. It was a scary journey up but when the dorm parent on duty, Ms. Smith, opened up the room, I dashed in there to find the precious light source.

I walked back downstairs with a new sense of calm, the light from my headlamp illuminating the way back to my seat in the girls lounge. There, Mama asked passing girls where their flashlights and headlamps were. Apparently, we were supposed to keep them in our rooms, in case of emergency like this. Weird. In my four years at Ojai Valley School, this is the first blackout I have ever experienced. This was also the first time I have ever heard anybody tell me that I needed to keep an emergency headlamp just chilling in my room. The only girl I witnessed having a headlamp handy was Zooey. I guess we all didn’t get the memo.

XOXO Gossip Girls

On the guilty side of our subconsciousness, we love the superficiality. Ojai Valley School, a  campus on 195 acres, digests unbelievable amount of gossips ranging from trivial to substantial each day. I may be involved, you may be involved, or we may even be grouped in a single story.

This ultimate truth could upset someone like me. We can act like we do not care, but on the very back side of our brain, our nerves will always be tingling due to these sneaky “truths.” So, why don’t we enjoy?

The Other Invisible Children

About two seconds ago I was browsing the WordPress home page. On the page are a number of links to other peoples’ blog posts. The links are joined by pictures relating to the posts. One picture in perticular popped out at me. The picture was a young male looking into the camera. The title underneath his picture was “Another Suicide. Not Just a Number.”

Take a moment to think. Are you gay? Are you a lesbian? Are you thinking about suicide? I sincerely hope that isn’t on your mind. How about this question, are you afraid to share your sexual orientation with the world? How many of you are afraid of judgment or stereotyping or even abuse? I know there are a lot of questions, but I only ask them because the post that I read is about a 19 year old college student named Raymond Chase committed suicide on Wednesday. No one will ever know why he took his own life but the post’s opening sentence says, “On Wednesday night, openly-gay 19 year old Raymond Chase took his own life by hanging himself in his door room.” What question does that spark in your head?

Beautiful Sounds

The blinds are closed, but light still shines through. One bed in the room is neatly made, but the other is messy. There are papers spread atop it and a guitar case, open but empty, is sitting on the floor beside the bed. There is a desk that spreads across the small room, a bookshelf on either side. The right side of the desk is neat, the chair nicely pushed in and every single book in it’s proper place. The left side, however, has pens lacking ink, pencils with snapped tips, and crumpled up papers that failed to reach the recycling box.

Her back is red and her neck is long. She is a gorgeous woman. She sings loudly; beautiful sounds spewing out from her mouth. Six strings race up her neck, vibrating and pulsing; they are her vocal chords. A small hand gently kneads her neck while another softly pulls on her strings; they are her reason to sing. She is nameless, but people call to her. She is faceless, but easily recognized. Intricate tattoos of vines twirl around her face with a silky white dove in the midst of it all. She is an it, and it is a guitar.

Some people love sports. Others love the sciences. But I love music.

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‘Planet Michael’

Get ready M.J. fans! Just when you thought a fun kid’s play land – complete with petting zoo and carnival games – and leaving a legacy as the King of Pop music was enough, out comes….A VIDEO GAME! Michael Jackson has left an impression on the music lovers of the world that will last for as long as the earth itself will rotate. At first, in the eyes of his fans, he was running a close second to Jesus in the Relay of Life (*winky face*). At times his popularity started to leave a bitter taste in our mouths. After his death he has risen back to the top and all of the judgement seems to wash away. And wouldn’t you know it, his celebrity keeps growing with the help of his newest virtual publicity booster. He “Thrilled” us with his music and shocked us with his “change of color”. Now, as his legacy continues, Michael Jackson leaves yet another mark on history: Planet Michael.

Design a Baby

Body Image. Athleticism. Intellect. Health. These are some problems that people in society face. Life is a competition to be the fastest, the strongest, the smartest, or the prettiest. People strive to attain perfection; it is apparent in today’s society.

Take a look at the rates in cosmetic surgery. In 1997, there were 101,176 procedures for breast augmentations and 176,863 for liposuction. In 2008, the numbers jumped to 355,671 and 341,144 accordingly. In the past fifteen years, the average breast cup size in America has increased from a 34B to a 36C.

PDA

It’s no surprise that Hayley Williams would eventually make her way into this blog. Last week she was surprised by a kiss a fan gave her on the cheek and proceeded to throw a fit. To be honest I don’t understand why a kiss is such a big deal, especially a harmless one on the cheek. This brings me to the topic of PDA here at the Ojai Valley School.

It has come to my intention that hugging and even putting your arms around some one is unacceptable. Why is that? In other countries a kiss of the cheek is a hello, and I know that in the student handbook it even says that “a quick kiss on the cheek as a greeting or leaving” is acceptable. Why cant two friends simply be just friends? On several occasions I have been called about by different faculty members for just sitting alone with some even when I am in the open. This is a boarding school and technically, this is our home for around 8 months or each year. Shouldn’t we feel comfortable? If we aren’t able to be friends with someone of the opposite sex and spend time with them alone, I don’t see how that makes OVS any more home-like. I know that I just went off an a pretty long tangent, but I felt like that had to be said sooner or later.