Brooding Hunks.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
One syllable.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
"So, Vivian, are you excited for college?"
During Spring Break, my dad and I visited six colleges all up and down the Eastern part of the country. I flew out to Washington, DC (where my dad lives) on Saturday, and on Sunday we drove down to North Carolina. We stayed overnight in Davidson, North Carolina, and on Monday, we visited Davidson College and then drove over to Wake Forest University. After that, we drove to Chapel Hill, and visited University of North Carolina on Tuesday. After the tour, we drove back up to DC. On Wednesday afternoon, we drove up to Pennsylvania to visit Bucknell University. We did the tour on Thursday, an continued north to upstate New York. On Friday, we did tours at Hamilton College and Colgate University. On Saturday, we drove back to DC, and on Sunday I flew home.
Was that a hectic paragraph? Yeah, well it was a hectic week. And I was sick (I even woke up with a fever on Saturday) the entire time. While I would like to bemoan my crazy week, I don't. Aside from being a little uncomfortable from coughing and sneezing, I had a great time visiting all of the schools and getting a better idea of what I'm actually looking for in a college. There are so many things to consider, and while it may seem overwhelming to visit so many schools in such a short amount of time, and have so much information thrown at you, it was actually really helpful. Of those six, two of them are out for sure, and two more are on the maybe list. By seeing the schools that I didn't like, I now know what schools to stay away from, which was very helpful.
I learned two things during all of the visits: 1) That I am ridiculously excited and ready for college. 2) That I am ridiculously scared and under-prepared for college. At one point, my dad asked me, "So, Viv, does all of this touring and seeing colleges make you wish you were already in college?" And my immediate reaction was one of hesitation. My response? "Yeah, but it also makes me wish that I didn't hate high school so much."
The truth was that seeing the colleges did make me wish I was there, because they seemed so much more fun than what I'm doing now. You get to pick most of your classes, so that you're actually studying things that you're interested in. You get to have *gasp* free time, and join clubs and participate in intramural sports and other fun things like that. That all seems really fine and great to me. But by wishing myself away to college, that means that I'm not living in the present, not savoring the time I have left at home with my parents. College signifies a completely new stage in your life, one where you have to figure out how to live on your own. Once you graduate, it's not like you can say, "Well that was fun, time to go back to normal life now." and go back and live with your parents.
I suppose what I actually learned was that college is going to come anyway. I can't just plant my feet in the ground and hope that I can stop time (because technically, that's not physically possible). So, though it's a struggle to get up in the morning and come to Uni, I'll appreciate it in the end, and when it's time to actually go to college, I'll be ready and excited.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Don't judge Mrs. Regan...
The book is about a girl named Vivian (or Viv, as she likes to be called by everyone (I just like to be called Viv by my close friends, by the way.)) whose grandma has just died. Viv was raised by her grandma and they were like two peas in a pod. In the beginning of the book, Viv loses her faith in pretty much everything, until something incredibly unexpected happens (dun dun dunnnn). While she was previously skeptical of astrology and horoscopes, Viv gets a reading done by a woman named Kavia, who tells Viv to avoid taking the train home that day. She does as she is told, and the next day, she wakes up to find that the train that she would have taken crashed and the train car that she normally rode in was completely destroyed. Viv is now hooked and, though she tries to suppress her astrological urges, consults her horoscope more and more.
I'm about halfway through this book, and so far, I really like it. I, for one, have always believed in horoscopes and they are generally the first thing I turn to when I pick up my copy of Seventeen Magazine. Some people (my mother) say that horoscopes are either wrong or just coincidental. However, whenever I read my horoscope, it usually fits me pretty well. Or is it just that I make it fit me? Here is where the doubt to my "faith" comes in, because I do this with songs and books and movies too; I recognize similarities between the song/book/movie and my life, and then I start to take advice from said song/book/movie. This sounds pretty odd, but even as I was reading "Vivian Rising," I was thinking, "hmm, her name is Vivian, she is kind of similar to me, her situation is kind of like mine..." and I take notice of what she does. So far, I don't think I have actually consciously followed "advice" gleaned from a song/book/movie, but that's definitely the way I listen to/read/watch them; always on the look out for parallels.
While this might influence my relationship with horoscopes a little, I don't think it has that much of an effect. I actually do believe in horoscopes and astrology and stuff, and I'm always curious to learn more about it. I think it's interesting to see what zodiac signs people are supposed to get along with, and what the character traits of the different signs are. Don't think I'm a crazy; Mrs. Regan did it.
ps. I'm a cancer. :)
Thursday, March 3, 2011
It's Soccer Season!!!
I love soccer. While I'd like to think I've got a little bit of skill with regards to the sport, I'm in no way as good as some people. But, this doesn't really bother me. If I make a mistake in a game or at practice, initially I'll be a little frustrated with myself, but after a while, the frustration will fade, and I'll remember how much fun I'm having. I definitely believe that soccer is one of those sports (at least in a Uni context) where you don't really have to be good; you'll have a great time regardless.
Soccer involves a lot of running, and if you know me well, you'll know how much I despise running. But during soccer, I could run forever. If I've got a ball in front of my feet and I'm dribbling down the field, or if I'm trying to get open for someone to pass me the ball, I'll be all over the place, and I'll run anywhere. I'm a left-midfielder in soccer because I'm left-footed (I'm also left-handed). Since the majority playing are right-handed and therefore (most of the time) right-footed, the ball tends to stay on the right side of the field for a lot of the game. So, if you watch me in a game, you'll see me keeping level with the play, running up and down the left side of the field, back and forth, waiting for a cross of some sort. This ends up being a ton of running, and I'm always exhausted at the end of games, but during the game, I'm so engrossed in watching the play and paying attention and creating options that I don't even notice that I'm moving.
One of the absolute best things about soccer season, though, is the weather. Illinois Winter is enough to drive anyone crazy, and Illinois Winter plus Uni homework plus sleep deprivation really does make me want to sleep all day. But once soccer starts, you know things are going to get better. You get a study hall, which helps with homework, and you also have less time in the afternoons to dilly dally. When you get home from practice, you know you have to do your homework pretty much immediately, and it's nice to have a little more motivation. But it's not like you're wasting two hours of your afternoon either; you're getting to play the best sport ever and hang out with some really cool people. AND not only are all of these things awesome about soccer, but once you get to start practicing outside, the world seems like a much happier place. You're exercising, which I know makes me feel better, and the weather is cool and a little windy, and the grass is starting to get green. It always smells nice outside, like wet grass and Spring, and fried foods from the dining hall at PAR/FAR. Yes. Soccer is a great time.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Dear Saleem, get some meds.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
It's like a see-saw, really...
I don’t really know what I intend to do through this post. Do I maybe want to tell people that they aren’t the only ones who are stressed? To let them know that everyone wants to throw their backpack out of the window every time they look at it? Or is it to let people know that, once you sit down and get started, all of that work doesn’t seem so daunting. It’ll take a few hours, sure, but it won’t kill you. In a few weeks, you’ll look back and think, “that wasn’t really so bad.” In a few years you’ll look back and think, “that assignment has no bearing in my life whatsoever, why was I stressing about that?”
Maybe the purpose of this post is to talk about the delicate balance which comes with being invested and motivated to do well in school. You do have to take these things seriously. Homework is a part of your grade, along with tests and other things. Your grades go on your transcript and determine your GPA. Colleges look at your transcript and GPA (among other things) and decide whether or not they want you. When you think about it this way, this assignment seems like a huge deal! But really, when you’re 45 and settled with your family, your junior year Math class will be the least of your concerns. These things, in the long run, are silly and small, so why should we even care about them? This is where the balance is necessary, because if you start to tip too far in the ambivalent direction of the scale, bad things happen. You might stop doing your homework and studying for tests. Your grades might drop and you might get a 2.0 instead of a 4.0 for your GPA. Colleges might look at this and say, “Woah, what happened to this chick? It’s like she stopped caring.” And your life might not turn out the way you wanted it to.
I used to become frustrated with people who told me that my best was good enough, and not to stress, but that I still needed to do well on this homework, or this test, or what have you. I would think, “So, you want me to care, but also not care. To try, but not kill myself trying. To worry, but not stress. How am I supposed to do that?” Balance. That’s the only way.
So, now that I’ve written this post, I can finally tell you what its message is; balance, guys. Try hard in school and do your best, but don’t let it kill you, because when you’re vacationing in Disneyland with your kids, you will definitely be thinking about other things.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The Rainbow in my mind.
One day I was in Pages for All Ages, which was a bookstore in Savoy (before it closed). I was looking through the young adults section, and I picked up a book called A Mango-Shaped Space. The cover had a cat and a bunch of colors on it, so needless to say, I was drawn in quickly. I flipped it over and read the back cover. There was a quote from the book which read “Everyone thinks I named my cat Mango because of his orange eyes, but that’s not the case. I named him Mango because the sounds of his purrs and his wheezes and his meows are all various shades of yellow-orange…” ‘Well that’s interesting,’ I thought. So I read on. The book is about this chick named Mia who is “far from ordinary. She is keeping something from everyone: sounds, numbers, and letters have color for her.” 'Okay, now that’s kind of strange.' I thought. 'Because I do that too…'
I was doing a craft project in elementary school, and I made a necklace with colored beads, which spelled out my name. I told someone about it, and they were kind of confused. As a kid, I usually assumed everything that I did was special, and then later I would find out that everyone did it. So, I naturally assumed that I was the only one who could see letters and numbers in color. Later I realized that I actually was.
As I learned from the book A Mango-Shaped Space, seeing letters and numbers in color is called synesthesia. There are around 60 different kinds of synesthesia, such as seeing a word and having a specific taste in your mouth, or hearing a sound and seeing a shape or a color appear in your vision. This happens because of “crossed wires” in your brain. I would try to explain it from a medical standpoint, but it probably wouldn’t make sense. One of the most common kinds of synesthesia is color-graphemic synesthesia, which is where you see letters and numbers in color. I have this kind of synesthesia, as well as another kind called number form synesthesia. This means that whenever you think of numbers, you form a mental map of the numbers. I also do this with days of the week, months, and years.
So, what exactly does it mean? Well, when I see numbers, letters, or words, I perceive them as a certain color. I don’t exactly see them as a certain color, I just sort of…understand them as a certain color. For example, the letter A is red (which I’ve read is a quite common perception for people with synesthesia, although letters and numbers are not usually perceived as the same color between two different people). I understand A as being red, even though I know, as I type it, that it’s actually black. All of the words on here are black because that is the color that I’m typing in, but I perceive them as being colored. Another example is the word Thursday. Thursday is totally yellow, even though there’s only one yellow letter in it (the h). So, with words, I see the individual letters’ colors, but then there’s also an overall color for the word. (I’m hoping these descriptions make sense.) For days of the week and months, etc, I have a certain image of the order of them. It’s not exactly like I see a picture of the days when I think about them, but I have a certain feeling as to how they’re organized.
I really love having synesthesia, mostly because I really like colors, and it’s neat to have everything be colored. I also love it because it gives me a really good memory, nearly photographic. I can remember numbers and names because of what colors they are, and dates because of the way that I see them ordered. I'm also a really good speller because I can tell when a certain letter doesn't belong in the word because the color is wrong. Some famous people with synesthesia are Nikola Tesla, and both Syd Barrett (founder of Pink Floyd) and Pharrell Williams are thought to have it, but it hasn’t been confirmed.
If you want more information, and a clearer explanation as to why synesthesia happens, Wikipedia has a pretty good page. In closing, here’s an example of how I perceive things; I’ll try to make this as accurate as possible, although sometimes it’s hard to pinpoint the actual color of a letter.
Vivian
This isn’t exactly how it looks, but you get the general idea. :)