Guest posts are magical, and if you check out the ones that I have already posted on this blog under “Other Voices,” you might understand why.
Never Stationary is just my tiny slice of the huge internet pie; the gathering of people sharing their opinions is replicated constantly, and all over this terrain.
New blogs can emerge because someone wrote for another blog and decided that they wanted their own slice of pie.
So many reviews have been written on Disney’s Frozen that I don’t think an ordinary movie review by myself would contribute much of significance, especially since said reviews touch on movie-related concepts of which I only have a rudimentary understanding.
I’ll talk about this movie from the point of view of a normal high school student who simply watches the movie, and does not further research the background.
The plot, the music, and most anything else I could fathom from a single viewing are proof of Disney’s emergence into the 21st century.
First, Olaf has some innate obsession with summer, which is understandable, considering that sun and heat only exist in his daydreams. All throughout the movie he seems to recognize that something bad will happen to him in the presence of heat, but the denial of its threatening existence is something that we can recognize in ourselves. Continue reading
Your race is a permanent tattoo that people can see from far away, and before they’ve seen the whites of your eyes, they’ve started to identify you.
When though, do they start to make something of it?
When I was in pre-school, I knew that my classmates didn’t have the same skin colors, but it didn’t affect the way I saw them. They didn’t really acknowledge my race as something that could divide us; we just played around in the sand together, wet carpets together.
In elementary school, I started to realize that our skin colors mean that some of us came from different countries; we ate different foods at home and we were out of school for certain holidays. But still, no one seemed to actively judge me based on my race; it was just a side issue that no one even so much as gave a glance.
By junior high, I’d started going to private school, and while I’m thankful for the opportunities that I never would have otherwise found, race had become a very, very pertinent issue. Continue reading
Everyday I roll out of bed, refreshed, at 6 am.
Tiptoeing downstairs, I pour myself a cup of tea and sit out on the porch for two hours in a earth-toned shawl, writing in my moleskin notebook.
By the time I’m done, I’ve got a few pages filled with high-quality writing.
Then I clean up the kitchen, head to yoga, and…. Continue reading
Over the course of our friendship you will find that I don’t care about many things.
By this, I mean that when I was younger, I obsessed over celebrity news and gossip. I always wanted to know, what was the latest news with Britney Spears? Which Olsen twin wore it better? Did Justin Bieber really grow up in Atlanta?
By this, I mean that when I found a band I really liked, I watched documentaries about them and wanted to know their background story, and why they wrote the music they wrote.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve pretty much abandoned that practice for a much more withdrawn attitude, questioning why we obsess over the lives of other people. Continue reading
1. Read classic books, and watch classic movies. Become cultured.
2. Let go of petty high school things. Make up with people you fought with, people you isolated, and start college off without something clawing at your past.
3. Clean up your social media. Delete anything that might endanger your opportunities for work opportunities, friend opportunities, etc… Continue reading
In 9th grade, English was all about hammering down the basics of essays. We learned how to construct a thesis and communicate an argument in five paragraphs.
In 10th grade, it was about perfecting the structures of the papers that we wrote. It was incorporating quotes appropriately and eliminating “to-be” verbs.
In 11th grade, we learned how to take the analysis that we had originally done for these papers and present effective examples to bolster our arguments.
In 12th grade, it was wrapping up everything that we’d learned thus far and learning how to communicate our points not only effectively, but efficiently. It meant going over the word limit and cutting fluff so that we could present fleshed-out arguments in as few of words as possible, while still preserving its essence.
In a school in which discussions govern the class structure, my evolving personality inside and out of the classroom showcased my progress as a student of English. My initial contributions were quiet, uncertain statements, but I’m ending high school with the ability to take a stance on positions that I can defend with confidence. Continue reading