It Tolls for Thee

I was reading the news on my new wii(!) a couple days ago, and I read about some Hindu/Christian conrotersy in India. I knew that Christians are a very small, disliked minority, and I know that church and house burning is frequent. So I read about several Christian homes burned, no news, but I was struck by the line, "Christians retaliated by burning several Hindu homes." Christians retaliated? The sufferers who have learned hope, patience, and love retaliated?

We're no more loving, forgiving, or passive than anyone else. Terrorists give Muslims a bad name like the KKK gives Christians a bad name. On any other day, it could be any one of us.

We are all the same.

Was it everything you wanted to find, and then you missed me while you were looking for yourself out there?

This is sort of in response to Sarah's latest post. Or in support of Sarah's latest post.

When I was growing up, I was convinced that I was going to go to Yale. I don't know why. Maybe it was my fascination with Boy Meets World. But there was no doubt in my mind that I could do it.

I was over ambitious. Of course. All kids are. But, looking back on it, I was pretty darn close to having the best marks in my high school. I had extra-curriculars coming out of my ears. And my vice-principal wrote me a letter of reference to kill for. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm bragging, but I'm really just trying to use some logic.

Who knows what could have happened?

I tell myself every day, I would never have found time to write the SATs. A good point. I could never affoard to go to school in the States (though I've since heard that Ivy League schools pretty much pay for you if you're accepted). I feel dumb at MUN sometimes; I'd die at a fancy school. And I could never survive living that far away from home. Everything that means anything to me is in Newfoundland. If something bad ever happened, and I went away to a better school, I'd regret it.




If something bad never happens, and I didn't go to the best school that I could, I'll regret it.

Just as I am, Thine Own to Be

I'm not really sure why I'm blogging now, considering I have a 60% final tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps that's the reason.

The last little while has been crazy. We had our DYB concert on Saturday night, so there was lots of getting ready for that, and my parents came in to see it, so we did lots of shopping and eating out. It was fun, but pretty tiring.

But I do have a somewhat funny story about the power outage of December 1, 2007. Guess where I was when the lights went out. Yep, the bath tub. But not conveniently lounging away in the bubbles. In that awkward spot where the tub is half full so I had just decided to jump in and acclimatize myself. But I could hear my roommates running around frantically and talking about how the furnace had cut out, so I decided to stay in my warm tub. When I decided a few minutes later that I should probably join the rest of my household, I yelled for someone to bring me a flashlight (it was pretty dark in there), but Alison replied from the living room, "We can't hear you from out here!"

It was a frustrating situation. I thought it was funny.

So yes, Calculus midterm tomorrow. Uh oh.