So, after endless nights thinking about religion, I decided that the ideal afterlife must be come sort of collective consciousness. Where the unity of the human experience is seen literally. So on earth we must prepare our minds to feel that connection, sort of like creating our heaven on earth.
For a physical embodiment of this concept, I see a kind of spider web, with a thread between each person that ever was and ever will be, representing each connection.
Except some people you are more connected with. Between you there would be a rope. Or, for some, a steel bar representing your connection.
Love always,
Kelly
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Day Four
I still haven't quite settled yet, and I've been thinking about people far away and the future significantly. I'm getting a feel for how busy I'll be this year and I will have some time for genuinely increasing my background of experience.
I was in a super prestigious opera chorus for a few years, but I never made time for it in my schedule at school. Since my AP Art History independent study fell through, I'm in choir now! For my introduction into the music world I was informed that "this isn't the class for people who just... want to sing". It's audition and I made it in without singing for 2 years, and there's a bit of resentment. They take their art seriously, cause they're all growing up to be famous singers. Obviously. I did the preteen model thing, so the whole idolizing the glamorous celebrity life if a bit old for me. If I had the option to be a famous model/star now, I wouldn't choose to be, I want to truly make a direct difference in the world.
I tried to be fashion-y today, but I ended up looking like a hipster, so I threw on my old fallback of jeans, tshirt and Buddhist prayer beads. I really don't care what I dress like--if you don't think you're beautiful without clothes or makeup, you're not really confident. That costume only provides a shell in which to hide.
I'm struggling to find some questions to answer about gp society, so I'm just talking frankly and fully to an array of people. That is, if you can even consider the majority of gp inhabitants capable of being differentiated.
Oh baby, baby it's a wild world. It's tough to get by just upon a smile.
And for the college application I have to decide what will set me apart from all the other Ivy League applicants. Write about the distilled essence of yourself. I have six pages posted on my wall, each empty but for a prompt question. They're glaring at me.
Do what you have to do, and do what you love to do. Now what the hell is it that I love to do...
I was in a super prestigious opera chorus for a few years, but I never made time for it in my schedule at school. Since my AP Art History independent study fell through, I'm in choir now! For my introduction into the music world I was informed that "this isn't the class for people who just... want to sing". It's audition and I made it in without singing for 2 years, and there's a bit of resentment. They take their art seriously, cause they're all growing up to be famous singers. Obviously. I did the preteen model thing, so the whole idolizing the glamorous celebrity life if a bit old for me. If I had the option to be a famous model/star now, I wouldn't choose to be, I want to truly make a direct difference in the world.
I tried to be fashion-y today, but I ended up looking like a hipster, so I threw on my old fallback of jeans, tshirt and Buddhist prayer beads. I really don't care what I dress like--if you don't think you're beautiful without clothes or makeup, you're not really confident. That costume only provides a shell in which to hide.
I'm struggling to find some questions to answer about gp society, so I'm just talking frankly and fully to an array of people. That is, if you can even consider the majority of gp inhabitants capable of being differentiated.
Oh baby, baby it's a wild world. It's tough to get by just upon a smile.
And for the college application I have to decide what will set me apart from all the other Ivy League applicants. Write about the distilled essence of yourself. I have six pages posted on my wall, each empty but for a prompt question. They're glaring at me.
Do what you have to do, and do what you love to do. Now what the hell is it that I love to do...
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Day Two
Dearest darlingest grosse pointe north,
I remember why I don't like you so much. Why I get restless and look up plane tickets to Africa leaving that night. To be honest, I never really forgot. But you won't break me, oh no. I am determined to have an intense, interesting, and challenging year, whether you like it or not. So consider yourself cordially warned, to day was only a warm up day.
Warmest regards,
your ex-bff Kelly
As an overachiever, I haven't taken many tutorials in high school. Only one, in fact. But this year I have two (really independent studies): one which is overwhelmingly black and the other as white as a banana rice treat. It'll take more research to figure out if this is a general rule throughout the school, or if I'm just making a hasty generalization. I really hope that I'm wrong, and my school isn't stuck in the 60's, but I doubt it. More on this, and possible courses of action, later.
In the first tutorial, I met a highschooler covered in tattoos. This is a very un-grosse pointe sight, maybe the first I've ever seen. So I asked him about it, and they are all as rich in symbolism as an AP Lang impromptu. He's also religious, with his sister depicted as a guardian angel and a rosary cloaking his left bicep.
Presence is about a nine. I stayed focused on goals, but engaged in some pretty idle babble and ended the day counting down the minutes. Although I probably only spent an hour like this, it's still time that I was merely existing, which means I have to find a way to eliminate it.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. Oscar Wilde
I remember why I don't like you so much. Why I get restless and look up plane tickets to Africa leaving that night. To be honest, I never really forgot. But you won't break me, oh no. I am determined to have an intense, interesting, and challenging year, whether you like it or not. So consider yourself cordially warned, to day was only a warm up day.
Warmest regards,
your ex-bff Kelly
As an overachiever, I haven't taken many tutorials in high school. Only one, in fact. But this year I have two (really independent studies): one which is overwhelmingly black and the other as white as a banana rice treat. It'll take more research to figure out if this is a general rule throughout the school, or if I'm just making a hasty generalization. I really hope that I'm wrong, and my school isn't stuck in the 60's, but I doubt it. More on this, and possible courses of action, later.
In the first tutorial, I met a highschooler covered in tattoos. This is a very un-grosse pointe sight, maybe the first I've ever seen. So I asked him about it, and they are all as rich in symbolism as an AP Lang impromptu. He's also religious, with his sister depicted as a guardian angel and a rosary cloaking his left bicep.
Presence is about a nine. I stayed focused on goals, but engaged in some pretty idle babble and ended the day counting down the minutes. Although I probably only spent an hour like this, it's still time that I was merely existing, which means I have to find a way to eliminate it.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. Oscar Wilde
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Koran Burning
And this is outrageous: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-11223457. Of course they deserve the freedom of religion, too, but to light a bonfire of Korans is as disgusting as mid 20th century American race riots. US culture should reject this peacefully and support the overwhelimingly positive Muslim community instead. If you agree, please voice your opinion: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/PleaseDontBurnTheKoran/
Day Mouy [1 in Khmer]
So, first day for grosse pointe freshmen. It's a very special time filled with fake friends, beginner's make up and outfits that cost enough to feed a small village of starving children, and of course me. But you're not a froshie, right? No. but since I joined every club under the sun I'm there to guide the kiddies around. And since I was one of those annoying kiddies once, I feel it's my duty to help them be just a little bit awesomer. Best part is, I feel like I can do that by just being me, and then they'll try to emulate my honesty and enthusiasm and just general vivacity.
One more goal: meet a new person everyday. It's a challange in my itty bitty school, but challange is kinda the point of this, right? Today's person is S (I don't think I should use names). She's a pretty chill sophomore, and her sister's pretty awesome. Last year I went to prom with the older grade the group of stangers gave some pretty solid death glares, but not her. The point about S is that she suprized me; while she hung out with some pretty sophomore-like-kelly --not a compliment, I was cookie cutter gp-- kids, she's super genuine and a really solid leader.
And I want to think of a question about grosse pointe society to answer each day. Maybe tomorrow's will be what's the point of high school relationships? Maybe I'll think of a better one later?
I'd rate my presence at a 10. [ten point scale]. I focused on the task at hand, got some good stories and debates in, stuck to my goals and worked through some pretty solid leg pain. --Leg pain: I'm pretty smart, but my immune system is pretty dumb. It thinks food is an invader and attacks my intestines etc. and the meds keep the intestines from fighting back.--
One more goal: meet a new person everyday. It's a challange in my itty bitty school, but challange is kinda the point of this, right? Today's person is S (I don't think I should use names). She's a pretty chill sophomore, and her sister's pretty awesome. Last year I went to prom with the older grade the group of stangers gave some pretty solid death glares, but not her. The point about S is that she suprized me; while she hung out with some pretty sophomore-like-kelly --not a compliment, I was cookie cutter gp-- kids, she's super genuine and a really solid leader.
And I want to think of a question about grosse pointe society to answer each day. Maybe tomorrow's will be what's the point of high school relationships? Maybe I'll think of a better one later?
I'd rate my presence at a 10. [ten point scale]. I focused on the task at hand, got some good stories and debates in, stuck to my goals and worked through some pretty solid leg pain. --Leg pain: I'm pretty smart, but my immune system is pretty dumb. It thinks food is an invader and attacks my intestines etc. and the meds keep the intestines from fighting back.--
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
The Mad Ones
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" -Jack Kerouac
After two consecutive summer adventures in the thrid world, I'm settling down to my final year of high school in good ol' grosse pointe--a racist, pretentious suburb of what remains of Detroit. Last year I had a lot of fun starting fires with my radical opinions, but I lost more of the vivacity of travel than I'm cool with. Realizing that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing again, expecting different result, I'm holding myself accountable this year--via this blog.
As I prepare a distilled essence of Kelly for Ivy League admissions officers, this may be the most advanced procrastination I've ever achieved. But regardless of the motives, my first job is to make some goals to narrow down lofty aspirations like... improvement, hope, intention, honesty...
1. No buying new things. This comes directly from knowing my Cambodian sister's eductation costs $300 a semester and they might not be able to aford it. I refuse to waste money on GP's prerequisit materialism
2. Honesty. I've mastered verbal honesty with others, and it made my life so much awesomer. So now it's time to take it to the next level: no judgement, no tolerating gossip, no comparisons. Let's throw in mean sarcasm too. But only tenatively.
3. No wishing. If you want it, make it happen. Enjoy exactly where you are in life. If it can't happen right now, change that or let it go.
4. Connnect. Really dissect these people. Understand the underpinnings of this strange society by regularly giving yourself questions and finding answers. Definately one this blog will force me to do.
5. Help people. The human experience is so interconnected. I didn't get to where I am now without the influence of countless other. Pay it forward.
Seems like a good place to start.
Love always, Kelly
After two consecutive summer adventures in the thrid world, I'm settling down to my final year of high school in good ol' grosse pointe--a racist, pretentious suburb of what remains of Detroit. Last year I had a lot of fun starting fires with my radical opinions, but I lost more of the vivacity of travel than I'm cool with. Realizing that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing again, expecting different result, I'm holding myself accountable this year--via this blog.
As I prepare a distilled essence of Kelly for Ivy League admissions officers, this may be the most advanced procrastination I've ever achieved. But regardless of the motives, my first job is to make some goals to narrow down lofty aspirations like... improvement, hope, intention, honesty...
1. No buying new things. This comes directly from knowing my Cambodian sister's eductation costs $300 a semester and they might not be able to aford it. I refuse to waste money on GP's prerequisit materialism
2. Honesty. I've mastered verbal honesty with others, and it made my life so much awesomer. So now it's time to take it to the next level: no judgement, no tolerating gossip, no comparisons. Let's throw in mean sarcasm too. But only tenatively.
3. No wishing. If you want it, make it happen. Enjoy exactly where you are in life. If it can't happen right now, change that or let it go.
4. Connnect. Really dissect these people. Understand the underpinnings of this strange society by regularly giving yourself questions and finding answers. Definately one this blog will force me to do.
5. Help people. The human experience is so interconnected. I didn't get to where I am now without the influence of countless other. Pay it forward.
Seems like a good place to start.
Love always, Kelly
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