Ugh.
See, I'm not very good at this stuff, what with my being a Christian and science-lover all at once. I'm not even sure what this argument is specifically about. Is science better? Is religion? It's like asking which is better, cheese or cheese?
I'm not sure what I mean either, but I do know that everyone should choose for themselves and form their own opinions. Neither side will ever win the "war" because people should have the free will to choose whether they'd like to believe in science or religion.
Me? My cup of tea is religion. Specifically Christianity. I may be a baptized Evangelical Lutheran, but as long as I'm a Christian, I don't care.
I'm not really sure what else I should say.
Did you know that Tabatha is a Biblical name? She was a seamstress lady from Acts. Her Greek name was Dorcas. Yeah.
I really, really don't know what else to say about this. I don't want to offend anyone.
JOSH NEEDS TO STOP MAKING HIS COMPUTER BEEP KAY THANKS.
It's creative writing time.
So once upon a time there was a girl named Katt. Katt was generally very good about her grades and homework, having a 4.313 GPA. However, one summer, she lost all motivation to do any schoolwork ever for no apparent reason.
(TBC~)
9.29.2010
9.21.2010
Organized Religion HECKYEAH~
I belong to an organized religion, actually. I'm a Christian (and proud of it!), and specifically, my denomination is Evangelical Lutheran Church in America. We believe that in order for someone to go to heaven, they only have to believe that Jesus died for their sins, and that God's grace is given freely.
I'm not sure what else to say about organized religion. It tends to be kind of a touchy subject, and I'm a "blue" personality. Offending others on purpose or by accident just doesn't go over well with me.
I'm not sure what else to say about organized religion. It tends to be kind of a touchy subject, and I'm a "blue" personality. Offending others on purpose or by accident just doesn't go over well with me.
9.17.2010
Profredding... Yeah
... Oh dear.
I'm not entirely sure what in the world that was.
...
Yeah.
So, that video that we watched ("The The Impotence of Proofreading." by Taylor Mali - it's hilarious, watch it), was all about proofreading and how important it is, except that as the speaker is talking about proofreading, he is talking with typos in his speech and sounding really stupid (yet funny) and inappropriate (yet hilarious).
But seriously, proofreading is extremely important to, like, all of life. It leads to good communication skills, better essays, good grades, good colleges, a good job, the whole shebang. Without proofreading, a lot of us essay writers would look like complete idiots. People are prone to error because we are not perfect, so proofreading is a way of compensating for our erroneous ways (that sounded really epic).
Proofreading is very simple. You just reread over what you have written specifically to look for mistakes in grammar or spelling. However, oral proofreading is very wise as well. It's when you review what you are going to say in your head before you say it, and make sure you say everything right. For instance, I made the same error on A Tale of Two Cities as did the guy in that video when talking to my teacher once because I was talking to fast. Yeah, that was really embarrassing (thankfully she retired that year).
(TBC @ HOME)
I'm not entirely sure what in the world that was.
...
Yeah.
So, that video that we watched ("The The Impotence of Proofreading." by Taylor Mali - it's hilarious, watch it), was all about proofreading and how important it is, except that as the speaker is talking about proofreading, he is talking with typos in his speech and sounding really stupid (yet funny) and inappropriate (yet hilarious).
But seriously, proofreading is extremely important to, like, all of life. It leads to good communication skills, better essays, good grades, good colleges, a good job, the whole shebang. Without proofreading, a lot of us essay writers would look like complete idiots. People are prone to error because we are not perfect, so proofreading is a way of compensating for our erroneous ways (that sounded really epic).
Proofreading is very simple. You just reread over what you have written specifically to look for mistakes in grammar or spelling. However, oral proofreading is very wise as well. It's when you review what you are going to say in your head before you say it, and make sure you say everything right. For instance, I made the same error on A Tale of Two Cities as did the guy in that video when talking to my teacher once because I was talking to fast. Yeah, that was really embarrassing (thankfully she retired that year).
(TBC @ HOME)
9.15.2010
Slap-Happy After Homework
The only superstition I follow is a set of Solitaire superstitions that "determine" whether I win, so it's creative writing time!
... Not sure what I want to write about. Something funny? Serious? Deep?
Lucy Stillman was your average double agent for a group that had been involved in a war with another group for thousands of years and that was behind most major events in history since forever. She was, of course, smart, and she was very good at lying. At the same time, however, she was very kind.
Anyways, Lucy was your average double agent on a very important mission to retrieve information and a kidnapped person named Desmond Miles. Desmond had been a bartender before getting kidnapped. So after a very long time of having to spy around, she finally rescued herself and Desmond from the "evil" group and tried to get him to a safer location.
Unfortunately, they have both just been stuck in a room with various characters from other video games who are having a giant sugar high.
Lucy was really frustrated at the fact that the room had no doors. She sat in the corner fuming.
Desmond was standing around in the middle of the white room looking extremely bewildered and mellow, as usual.
An awesome person by the name of Alex Mercer was sitting on a couch screaming everything in caps, even though he wasn't mad.
A monster-thing named Pyramid Head was dragging around a gigantic sword unmenacingly while eating Scandinavian cookies topped with cream and fruit.
Kadar, who was a novice from the 12th century, was randomly there with his one-armed brother Malik (who was not a novice) even though Kadar was supposed to have been killed at some point...
Altair (who had inadvertently caused Kadar's "death" and Malik's loss of arm) was literally and figuratively bouncing off the walls because he had stolen and eaten all of Lucy's high-energy cookie bars.
Ezio, an Italian guy from Renaissance Florence, was trying to flirt with every moving thing in the room.
Out of nowhere, Leonardo da Vinci showed up, exclaimed, "How exciting!" and poofed out of the room, leaving everyone confused. A sad-looking Niccolo Machiavelli appeared in the same manner, asking if anyone had seen a effervescent young man just now.
Nobody knew what effervescent meant (except for Lucy who was still fuming in the corner), so they all said no.
All of a sudden, it was 2 o' clock in the morning, so everyone fell asleep and was mysteriously poofed out of the room. Finis.
(I do no own Assassin's Creed, Prototype, Silent Hill, or any of the original characters mentioned.)
... Not sure what I want to write about. Something funny? Serious? Deep?
Lucy Stillman was your average double agent for a group that had been involved in a war with another group for thousands of years and that was behind most major events in history since forever. She was, of course, smart, and she was very good at lying. At the same time, however, she was very kind.
Anyways, Lucy was your average double agent on a very important mission to retrieve information and a kidnapped person named Desmond Miles. Desmond had been a bartender before getting kidnapped. So after a very long time of having to spy around, she finally rescued herself and Desmond from the "evil" group and tried to get him to a safer location.
Unfortunately, they have both just been stuck in a room with various characters from other video games who are having a giant sugar high.
Lucy was really frustrated at the fact that the room had no doors. She sat in the corner fuming.
Desmond was standing around in the middle of the white room looking extremely bewildered and mellow, as usual.
An awesome person by the name of Alex Mercer was sitting on a couch screaming everything in caps, even though he wasn't mad.
A monster-thing named Pyramid Head was dragging around a gigantic sword unmenacingly while eating Scandinavian cookies topped with cream and fruit.
Kadar, who was a novice from the 12th century, was randomly there with his one-armed brother Malik (who was not a novice) even though Kadar was supposed to have been killed at some point...
Altair (who had inadvertently caused Kadar's "death" and Malik's loss of arm) was literally and figuratively bouncing off the walls because he had stolen and eaten all of Lucy's high-energy cookie bars.
Ezio, an Italian guy from Renaissance Florence, was trying to flirt with every moving thing in the room.
Out of nowhere, Leonardo da Vinci showed up, exclaimed, "How exciting!" and poofed out of the room, leaving everyone confused. A sad-looking Niccolo Machiavelli appeared in the same manner, asking if anyone had seen a effervescent young man just now.
Nobody knew what effervescent meant (except for Lucy who was still fuming in the corner), so they all said no.
All of a sudden, it was 2 o' clock in the morning, so everyone fell asleep and was mysteriously poofed out of the room. Finis.
(I do no own Assassin's Creed, Prototype, Silent Hill, or any of the original characters mentioned.)
9.13.2010
All Play and No Work Makes David Bruise Like a Peach
There are consequences for everything we do, whether they are positive or negative. Blaming someone for something they didn't do has short-term positive consequences and negative long-term consequences. Take for example Mr. Thceh.
Mr. Tcheh was playing Truth or Dare over at Ms. Ddod's house one evening with all his business partners. At the time it had seemed like a good idea, but as the night wore on, Mr. Tcheh realized that he should probably never do this ever again.
(A note - Mr. Tcheh frequently forgets notes to himself, and as a result, he was seen last month on Ms. Akin's lawn very late at night with the same business partners playing Truth or Dare once more.)
Either way, at some point during the game, Ms. Recneps realized that her flippy-flops had gone missing. Seeing as how she needed them for a dare she was about to perform, she immediately set about looking for them. Mr. Tcheh loudly proclaimed that he hadn't been the one to hide them.
However, Mr. Aklomoh disagreed, stating that he had seen Mr. Tcheh throw the said footwear onto the roof of Ms. Ddod's house. This caused Ms. Recneps great displeasure, and on Mr. Tcheh's next turn (he recieved a wild card dare, where his business partners had to make up a dare for him), she had his hands bound so that Mr. Aklomoh could kick him on the ground until he told Ms. Recneps where her shoes were.
(For the record, Ms. Akin and Ms. Ddod were very much against this.)
So telling lies and blaming other people only gets you bruised ribs in the end. In Abby's case (from The Crucible) , it makes the audience really, really not like you. Also makes you crazy. But either way,
(TBC @ HOME)
(TBC @ HOME~)
Mr. Tcheh was playing Truth or Dare over at Ms. Ddod's house one evening with all his business partners. At the time it had seemed like a good idea, but as the night wore on, Mr. Tcheh realized that he should probably never do this ever again.
(A note - Mr. Tcheh frequently forgets notes to himself, and as a result, he was seen last month on Ms. Akin's lawn very late at night with the same business partners playing Truth or Dare once more.)
Either way, at some point during the game, Ms. Recneps realized that her flippy-flops had gone missing. Seeing as how she needed them for a dare she was about to perform, she immediately set about looking for them. Mr. Tcheh loudly proclaimed that he hadn't been the one to hide them.
However, Mr. Aklomoh disagreed, stating that he had seen Mr. Tcheh throw the said footwear onto the roof of Ms. Ddod's house. This caused Ms. Recneps great displeasure, and on Mr. Tcheh's next turn (he recieved a wild card dare, where his business partners had to make up a dare for him), she had his hands bound so that Mr. Aklomoh could kick him on the ground until he told Ms. Recneps where her shoes were.
(For the record, Ms. Akin and Ms. Ddod were very much against this.)
So telling lies and blaming other people only gets you bruised ribs in the end. In Abby's case (from The Crucible) , it makes the audience really, really not like you. Also makes you crazy. But either way,
(TBC @ HOME)
(TBC @ HOME~)
9.09.2010
Crime and Punishment, Trololololol!
I think that punishments in the 21st century should be similar to the punishments suggested in the article, for example, taking away cell phones, Internet, video games, etc. Many kids and teens use these as their main sources of entertainment, so taking them away robs the children of a source of entertainment for a little bit. I think it's a just punishment because it associates a negative state of mind with whatever it was that the child did wrong, thus making the action negative in their mind. However, this could backfire if the child feels that they have done nothing wrong. This places the negative emotions on the parents and causes rebellion and defiance.
However, sometimes punishment isn't always necessary. Take myself for an example. My parents have never, ever, ever grounded me in my entire life, yet I still know not to do bad things. I have done bad things before, but by scolding and forgiving me for the bad things that I've done, my parents have improved their relationship with me while teaching me what's right and wrong.
And since my mind is wandering, wouldn't it stink to live in medieval times and have all those lovely torture devices to look forward to for doing extremely bad things? Like that sarcophagus-like thing with the spikes in it. Or quartering. Or the stretching rack.
... I'm suddenly very happy to live in the 21st century.
Either way, disconnecting children from technology is a good and fair punishment in today's society. Physical punishment is generally frowned upon, so taking away fun is the next closest thing, right? It's a little scary, however, how attached to technologies such as the Internet and cell phones and television we have become. Sometimes, I like to just go outside and read a book because it becomes too much to handle, especially since I read Fahrenheit 451.
Seriously, I couldn't watch T.V. for about a week after I finished that book.
However, sometimes punishment isn't always necessary. Take myself for an example. My parents have never, ever, ever grounded me in my entire life, yet I still know not to do bad things. I have done bad things before, but by scolding and forgiving me for the bad things that I've done, my parents have improved their relationship with me while teaching me what's right and wrong.
And since my mind is wandering, wouldn't it stink to live in medieval times and have all those lovely torture devices to look forward to for doing extremely bad things? Like that sarcophagus-like thing with the spikes in it. Or quartering. Or the stretching rack.
... I'm suddenly very happy to live in the 21st century.
Either way, disconnecting children from technology is a good and fair punishment in today's society. Physical punishment is generally frowned upon, so taking away fun is the next closest thing, right? It's a little scary, however, how attached to technologies such as the Internet and cell phones and television we have become. Sometimes, I like to just go outside and read a book because it becomes too much to handle, especially since I read Fahrenheit 451.
Seriously, I couldn't watch T.V. for about a week after I finished that book.
9.07.2010
THE POPE!
About two years ago in the summertime, I got accepted into Springfield's Sister City program to be a young ambassador to our Sister City of Ashikaga, Japan. It was an amazing trip and interesting experience that impacted me a lot.
I got to take a 10-hour flight across the Pacific Ocean (not to mention it was the very first time I had ever been on a plane). When I got there, I stayed with a Japanese family for an entire week. I got to practice some broken Japanese, and I basically played charades in order to communicate. I got to experience Japanese school, culture, and history, and it was very cool. It impacted me because even though our cultures are very different from each other, I also got to see how much we have in common. It helped me understand that we are all in common, and that it doesn't matter if we're Japanese or American or Assyrian or Russian. We're all just people.
... On that side note, now I'm bored and want to write something creative because Mr. Langley said this was creative writing time. Plus I still need like... 133 words. 131.
So I had the dream the other night that I was awesome. Like seriously awesome. Awesome enough to vacation in Syria, even though that entire area is war-torn and politically unstable. So I went on vacation in Syria, and I somehow ended up in Acre. I was a traceur, so I totally climbed up a bunch of buildings and such. Then I had hummus and pomegranates and spoke perfect Arabic, and all of a sudden, I was in Siberia in the dead of winter. So I ran around for a little while and talked to a wolf pack and learned the meaning of life and proved Einstein's theory of relativity and...
Yeah, I was really tired when I went to sleep. And I had done too much homework. Did I mention that I also got to meet Pope Alexander VI? He was a jerk.
I got to take a 10-hour flight across the Pacific Ocean (not to mention it was the very first time I had ever been on a plane). When I got there, I stayed with a Japanese family for an entire week. I got to practice some broken Japanese, and I basically played charades in order to communicate. I got to experience Japanese school, culture, and history, and it was very cool. It impacted me because even though our cultures are very different from each other, I also got to see how much we have in common. It helped me understand that we are all in common, and that it doesn't matter if we're Japanese or American or Assyrian or Russian. We're all just people.
... On that side note, now I'm bored and want to write something creative because Mr. Langley said this was creative writing time. Plus I still need like... 133 words. 131.
So I had the dream the other night that I was awesome. Like seriously awesome. Awesome enough to vacation in Syria, even though that entire area is war-torn and politically unstable. So I went on vacation in Syria, and I somehow ended up in Acre. I was a traceur, so I totally climbed up a bunch of buildings and such. Then I had hummus and pomegranates and spoke perfect Arabic, and all of a sudden, I was in Siberia in the dead of winter. So I ran around for a little while and talked to a wolf pack and learned the meaning of life and proved Einstein's theory of relativity and...
Yeah, I was really tired when I went to sleep. And I had done too much homework. Did I mention that I also got to meet Pope Alexander VI? He was a jerk.
9.02.2010
Kitt Nika Vs. The World
Being held hostage would not be a fun trip. Most people would have to agree with me on that (unless you like it or something...). I personally have no idea what I would do in a hostage situation, but I do know what one of my favorite characters ever did. She busted herself out while saving a guy who had extreme ADD. Seriously, they're sneaking around, and he asks her a question about grammar.
Grammar questions answered, or get recaptured and die?
... Nevermind escaping, I want that answer! (I can always bust out later. Totally.)
Anyways, let me think. It would go something like this:
I would be held hostage by some corrupt company that is actually a cover for the Hermatic Order of the Silver Twilight* who are trying to take over the world. I'd be captive because, as my friend David told me, I would be the only astronomer in the entire world to realize that the sun's life span was significantly shorter than we had expected. As in, it is going supernova within a few years.
Only the Order does not believe this, and they just want me to work for them and shut up so that I do not alert the public to their evil plans. I would wait for a long while and simply do what they told me to do, helping other people who were stuck in my position. I would observe everything within the inner workings and gain their trust. Then I would BAM! escape using my parkour skills that I learned while studying abroad in Italy, and I would escape with their secrets while destroying anything of value that I had given them.
Then I would go tell the world, and nobody would probably believe me until it was too late. Only the sun ends up not going supernova, but scrambling the Earth's magnetic fields so that the poles shifted and the crust became unstable, thus causing world wide natural disasters. A small percentage of the population survives this, including myself because in this alternate reality, I am awesome, and we learn to rebuild the Earth in an earth- and animal-friendly way.
In the words of Mrs. Rowlandson...
FINIS.
(*I don't mean to offend anyone who might possibly belong to the Hermatic Order of the Silver Twilight. They were just the first group of people that popped into my head.)
Grammar questions answered, or get recaptured and die?
... Nevermind escaping, I want that answer! (I can always bust out later. Totally.)
Anyways, let me think. It would go something like this:
I would be held hostage by some corrupt company that is actually a cover for the Hermatic Order of the Silver Twilight* who are trying to take over the world. I'd be captive because, as my friend David told me, I would be the only astronomer in the entire world to realize that the sun's life span was significantly shorter than we had expected. As in, it is going supernova within a few years.
Only the Order does not believe this, and they just want me to work for them and shut up so that I do not alert the public to their evil plans. I would wait for a long while and simply do what they told me to do, helping other people who were stuck in my position. I would observe everything within the inner workings and gain their trust. Then I would BAM! escape using my parkour skills that I learned while studying abroad in Italy, and I would escape with their secrets while destroying anything of value that I had given them.
Then I would go tell the world, and nobody would probably believe me until it was too late. Only the sun ends up not going supernova, but scrambling the Earth's magnetic fields so that the poles shifted and the crust became unstable, thus causing world wide natural disasters. A small percentage of the population survives this, including myself because in this alternate reality, I am awesome, and we learn to rebuild the Earth in an earth- and animal-friendly way.
In the words of Mrs. Rowlandson...
FINIS.
(*I don't mean to offend anyone who might possibly belong to the Hermatic Order of the Silver Twilight. They were just the first group of people that popped into my head.)
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