Becket and Model UN
Oct. 15th, 2004 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaJournaling is not selfish, Liz. People write in diaries; what is different about that? Sure, some people take it as a place to be dramatic, to fish for compliments, or come out as much more victimized than they are. However, even in the case of those, reading those of others really put things into perspective. I, myself, am perfectly open; I write as if I were writing in a personal journal. It's cathartic. I really don't believe in privacy; I really don't. Oh, sure, I shall defend it in principle, but not for myself. I don't need it for myself. Perhaps if I had something to hide, I would, but I don't, at least not yet. Liz, you too write a fine journal. It's thoughtful and not overdramatic. You really don't complain a lot-- and there's not even anything wrong with complaining, either, because it's helpful to let it out. Writing for the sake of pure beauty, too, and intensity, can be a useful skill.
"Becket" has actually turned out to be an excellent movie. The acting is wonderful . . . and it's interesting, because Thomas Becket isn't like the crazy hunk one would expect from more modern movies, where he'd be all brooding and such . . . but, anyway, as I really don't feel like going into the whole story of King Henry II and Thomas Becket, I'll just leave you a recommendation for the movie. Very good story of the conflicting loyalties of friendship and duty to God . . . it's very, very much like Prince of Egypt-- there's even the whole ring thing in there, where the godly one gives back the ring and the two are forever divided, hating each other . . . it's actually pretty funny how close it is; I started laughing. I'm the only one who ever reacts to the movie in World History. It's very sad. The only other sign of life with the others is, "Why do they all (the monks) have bald spots?"
I've been rather depressed and empty-feeling lately. Also, as you can probably tell, I'm very stressed out. I am going to list things to make me feel better, and more organized.
Things I must do on a time schedule:
1) All Monday-Wednesdays, Fridays, 3:30-5:30: Fall Play rehearsal
2) All Thursdays, 3:30-5:30: Speech/Debate practice
3) Saturday (tomorrow): Build set
4) Next Monday, 7:00-8:00 Orchestra
5) Next Tuesday, 9:00(am)-9:50(am): Orchestra
6) Next Wednesday, 6:30: Orchestra
7) Election Tuesday, 6:00(am)-(probably)3:00(pm): Working the polls
Things that I must do in my own spare time for a time that is due:
1) November 1st: College application to Miami of Ohio, teacher recommendations (which I must obtain by first giving information to the selected teachers), counselor recommendations (which I must obtain by first filling out forms), college essay, TWO Harrison Scholarship essays
2) December 1st: Model UN position paper (CONFOUND THEM!!! I planned to write it over Christmas Break like I did last year!!!)
3) Whenever the heck all college applications are due: The rest of the college applications, but, considering that I have already had to have DONE them by November 1st, all I will have to have done will be polish the essay a little more and then mail in more applications. I think that's it
I feel bitter. What else is new?
I would really like to do the Historical Security council, but I really would rather not do it alone. I think you only can do it alone, though. Then again, it's historical, so it would probably be easier to find information on-- after all, it's already happened. I also prefer history. I also probably have a pretty good shot of getting in, if I ask Mr. Johnson, because I've had him for the two hardest courses of History offered at Central: AP US History and (well, half of . . . but I'm getting the other half the best way I can . . . ) AP World History. However, Robert, if he wanted to do it (though I think he prefers modern Security Council-- and I think that's pretty awesome, too), would have more experience and would probably say and do more. Seth, too, with his combination of ability to never sleep and general Seth-ness, would present a good case (and have time in his insomniac hours, lol, to write a good research paper) would also have a good shot at it-- though Mr. Johnson knows neither of them very well, at least not better than me. Personally, I'd like to just work WITH someone, either of them or anyone . . . and do it. I would also like to do civil rights issues. Anyway. Communism/Berlin Airlift vs. Civil Rights . . . oh goodness. It'd be nice to know which countries we were planning on doing. That affects a lot. I would love to be Japan, especially in a discussion on Nuclear Non-Proliferation. I would so get up and give a Hiroshima sob story, and reiterate firmly that we were the only country ever to have been attacked by nuclear weapons, and we know what we're talking about. Anyway. Being the US talking about Iraq would be dead interesting-- but so hard to write, seeing as how we don't know whether Kerry or Bush will be in office at the time. Isn't that a scary thought? We actually may be DONE with Bush by the time Model UN rolls around. That is CRAZY. That is BEAUTIFUL.
I got to be a slave trader today. The top six of us in our English class (and I was, I confess, surprised to see that it was not Robert and Seth who were the top two boys). We drew three or four people each to be our pods and then went out in the hall and "traded" them amongst ourselves to create the perfect pods. Lindsey managed to draw, by pure chance, every single kid of Asian descent, and we half-considered keeping it together as the "Asian pod." I know we'd make a huge joke out of it, like asking, "What's the Asian Pod got to say about it?" It would be an administrative nightmare; the principle would walk in and be like, "Why are all the Asian kids separated into one pod?" It's especially bad since the only minorities we have in our English class are Asian.
I wish I was Asian. I am an egg: White on the outside, yellow on the inside (yeah, I know, that's terrible . . . but I read it in a book by a Chinese-American woman). Yet the Asian Pride people don't consider that good enough. *Sigh.*
Anyway, I'm now in a pod with Liz, Joey, and William. I am bound to speak not on the issue of the chattel-trading, lol . . . so don't ask me.
I have not written ANYTHING in so long. It's really, really bad. I haven't posted in the journal for my story, I haven't edited, I haven't added, and I haven't done a single thing. I've THOUGHT about things, but I haven't DONE anything. *Sigh.* I just don't have time, I guess, not here, not now, not yet . . .
"Becket" has actually turned out to be an excellent movie. The acting is wonderful . . . and it's interesting, because Thomas Becket isn't like the crazy hunk one would expect from more modern movies, where he'd be all brooding and such . . . but, anyway, as I really don't feel like going into the whole story of King Henry II and Thomas Becket, I'll just leave you a recommendation for the movie. Very good story of the conflicting loyalties of friendship and duty to God . . . it's very, very much like Prince of Egypt-- there's even the whole ring thing in there, where the godly one gives back the ring and the two are forever divided, hating each other . . . it's actually pretty funny how close it is; I started laughing. I'm the only one who ever reacts to the movie in World History. It's very sad. The only other sign of life with the others is, "Why do they all (the monks) have bald spots?"
I've been rather depressed and empty-feeling lately. Also, as you can probably tell, I'm very stressed out. I am going to list things to make me feel better, and more organized.
Things I must do on a time schedule:
1) All Monday-Wednesdays, Fridays, 3:30-5:30: Fall Play rehearsal
2) All Thursdays, 3:30-5:30: Speech/Debate practice
3) Saturday (tomorrow): Build set
4) Next Monday, 7:00-8:00 Orchestra
5) Next Tuesday, 9:00(am)-9:50(am): Orchestra
6) Next Wednesday, 6:30: Orchestra
7) Election Tuesday, 6:00(am)-(probably)3:00(pm): Working the polls
Things that I must do in my own spare time for a time that is due:
1) November 1st: College application to Miami of Ohio, teacher recommendations (which I must obtain by first giving information to the selected teachers), counselor recommendations (which I must obtain by first filling out forms), college essay, TWO Harrison Scholarship essays
2) December 1st: Model UN position paper (CONFOUND THEM!!! I planned to write it over Christmas Break like I did last year!!!)
3) Whenever the heck all college applications are due: The rest of the college applications, but, considering that I have already had to have DONE them by November 1st, all I will have to have done will be polish the essay a little more and then mail in more applications. I think that's it
I feel bitter. What else is new?
I would really like to do the Historical Security council, but I really would rather not do it alone. I think you only can do it alone, though. Then again, it's historical, so it would probably be easier to find information on-- after all, it's already happened. I also prefer history. I also probably have a pretty good shot of getting in, if I ask Mr. Johnson, because I've had him for the two hardest courses of History offered at Central: AP US History and (well, half of . . . but I'm getting the other half the best way I can . . . ) AP World History. However, Robert, if he wanted to do it (though I think he prefers modern Security Council-- and I think that's pretty awesome, too), would have more experience and would probably say and do more. Seth, too, with his combination of ability to never sleep and general Seth-ness, would present a good case (and have time in his insomniac hours, lol, to write a good research paper) would also have a good shot at it-- though Mr. Johnson knows neither of them very well, at least not better than me. Personally, I'd like to just work WITH someone, either of them or anyone . . . and do it. I would also like to do civil rights issues. Anyway. Communism/Berlin Airlift vs. Civil Rights . . . oh goodness. It'd be nice to know which countries we were planning on doing. That affects a lot. I would love to be Japan, especially in a discussion on Nuclear Non-Proliferation. I would so get up and give a Hiroshima sob story, and reiterate firmly that we were the only country ever to have been attacked by nuclear weapons, and we know what we're talking about. Anyway. Being the US talking about Iraq would be dead interesting-- but so hard to write, seeing as how we don't know whether Kerry or Bush will be in office at the time. Isn't that a scary thought? We actually may be DONE with Bush by the time Model UN rolls around. That is CRAZY. That is BEAUTIFUL.
I got to be a slave trader today. The top six of us in our English class (and I was, I confess, surprised to see that it was not Robert and Seth who were the top two boys). We drew three or four people each to be our pods and then went out in the hall and "traded" them amongst ourselves to create the perfect pods. Lindsey managed to draw, by pure chance, every single kid of Asian descent, and we half-considered keeping it together as the "Asian pod." I know we'd make a huge joke out of it, like asking, "What's the Asian Pod got to say about it?" It would be an administrative nightmare; the principle would walk in and be like, "Why are all the Asian kids separated into one pod?" It's especially bad since the only minorities we have in our English class are Asian.
I wish I was Asian. I am an egg: White on the outside, yellow on the inside (yeah, I know, that's terrible . . . but I read it in a book by a Chinese-American woman). Yet the Asian Pride people don't consider that good enough. *Sigh.*
Anyway, I'm now in a pod with Liz, Joey, and William. I am bound to speak not on the issue of the chattel-trading, lol . . . so don't ask me.
I have not written ANYTHING in so long. It's really, really bad. I haven't posted in the journal for my story, I haven't edited, I haven't added, and I haven't done a single thing. I've THOUGHT about things, but I haven't DONE anything. *Sigh.* I just don't have time, I guess, not here, not now, not yet . . .
