19 May 2011

Racism Is Still Evident?

In the midst of a lovely conversation during AP English Language and Composition class sixth period today, colleges came up as a topic, shockingly. What I heard was very surprising, and I'd like to challenge that: Colleges have a "minority quota" that they must fill.
So wait. Are you telling me that not only do I have to compete with smart people, but I have to racially compete as well? I didn't know that I was able to change the color of my skin so easily. Where can I go to do that, and how much does it cost?
Isn't it ironic how Civil Rights Leaders pledged the words "judge not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character"? So technically, if colleges and universities are accepting people to fill a quota based on race, isn't that racial discrimination? Because I'm white, does that mean it's going to be more difficult to compete with, say, an Arab? We might be at the same intelligence level, but hey, colleges like racial diversity, so bye-bye to me.
I'm not trying to be racist, I'm just pointing out that race should not be a deciding factor when sending out acceptance letters. And anyway, I could be wrong, this is just from word of mouth and I haven't researched it all too much to qualify the information.
What's your opinion on it?

18 April 2011

New DeviantArt?

For quite some time now, I have been contemplating creating a new deviantArt account. I have had my old account, linked here, for a few years, and an even older account that I started up in 2007. My current account was started up in September 2008 and I have all of my work on there. Creating a new account would mean leaving behind a majority of that work behind.
However, that could be a good thing. I have a ton of pictures that I haven't posted up yet, and starting fresh could give me a chance to post only the ones that I actually like instead of my current system of posting almost everything I do.
Another good thing is that I'd have a new name - a name that is more to my liking, as it is my cosplay/scene kid name.
The bad thing? I'd probably lose over half of my watchers because they are no longer active on the site.
Oh so happy watchers, please help me. (:

14 March 2011

I Don't Understand Daylight Savings Time...

Seriously. I question it.
It makes no sense. Who in their right mind decided that people should wake up an hour earlier than they normally do? Nothing really changes. People are just crankier because they don't bother to go to bed an hour earlier.
So what's the point?
I know that it was created because it would add more hours to the day, but wasn't it created back before the light bulb wasn't invented? Therefore, it makes it unnecessary to a civilization that has industrialized many, many years ago.
I have light bulbs at my house. Lots of them. I think a lot of normal people do. So... use them. And don't wake me up an hour earlier than I want to be up. >.>

04 March 2011

30 Hour Famine

This past weekend, I participated in my youth group's annual thirty hour famine to raise awareness of the poverty in third-world countries. This was my third year in the famine, but our youth group joined up with another. My friend Arianna was there with me (it was her fourth year) and so was my boyfriend Nathan (it was his first year).
The famine took place at a church in town that used to be a movie theater. There were a lot of students who participated in the famine, much more than last year's famine and the year before.
I have to provide a bit of background information before I move into the next part. There is a girl that Arianna and I have known since middle school. She has a mental illness and has a different mind process than most people. I'm not going to give her name out over the internet, but she's been called "crazy" and "creepy".
This girl was at the famine. I'm not particularly fond of her, so I just avoided her. However, she grew quite attached to my boyfriend. He and I didn't arrive at the famine together, so I was there before he showed up. When he showed up, she started to flirt with him and try to hold his hand. When I had a free moment (we were in the middle of a discussion about the famine, I believe), I walked up to him and greeted him with a kiss, just to subtly let this girl know that I was dating him.
He and Arianna told me that I was jealous.
There was a band that agreed to perform for us, and during the middle of the show, this girl starts to cry. She tells us that she had a friend who killed himself two years ago. My boyfriend just so happens to remind her of this friend. Once the band was done playing and we had about an hour of free time, she wanted to talk with Nathan. Another girl who was part of my youth group insisted that I was not in the same room. My friend Brittney knew that upstairs, there were windows that we could see them through because she knew that I was just concerned.
She and I go upstairs, and I see her cuddled up against him. She took his arm and put it around her and with her other hand she grabbed his hand. He had a confused look on her face but I could tell that he didn't want to upset her (she was somewhat emotionally unstable at the time). Brittney told me to notify her if I felt uncomfortable at all and she would run down there and tell them to stop it.
I was very uncomfortable at this point, but I didn't want to be seen as a jealous girlfriend, so I had to keep my mouth shut. The next thing I see is her taking out her phone and handing it to him. I presume that she's asking him for his number. I was incredibly uncomfortable with all of this and I asked Brittney if she could just get her to stop cuddling against him.
An adult walked into the room shortly after, but since I couldn't hear through the window, I didn't know what was going on. They leave and I go downstairs to meet up with Nathan. He was almost freaked out by this situation, but like always, he kept his composure.
Things settled down for a while. We divided up into "tribes". I was in the same tribe as that girl, but the adults were nice and switched out my tribe card with someone else's to make sure that I wasn't uncomfortable. I was in the same tribe as Arianna, so I was happy. We were called "Carrefour" and it was so much fun when we made our banners.
After we made banners, it was time to go to bed. They put on Finding Nemo and you could either watch it or go to bed.
Carrefour Banner

Things started to get psycho freaky. This girl became obsessed to the point where she was threatening to harm herself if she couldn't talk to him. She attempted to pierce her lip and her bridge with a thumb tack. I wanted to confront her at this point and tell her to back off, but I was smarter than that. After all, we were all going to be spending the night together. If she wasn't afraid to go after her own face with a sharp object, what was going to stop her from going after my face with a sharp object in the middle of the night?
However, she left around midnight or one o'clock. I guess she became frustrated that she couldn't talk to Nathan and wanted to go home to be alone or something. I don't know. What she does is none of my business.
The rest of the thirty hour famine was great, though, despite the occasional "I'm hungry! D:" Comparing the activities and games that we played to the ones at the thirty hour famines of the past, they weren't as good. There were three games altogether, I believe. The first one was a riddle. For the second one, we had to put dirt in a sock, dump the dirt into some water, get water into our sock, and then squeeze it into a container. Whoever collected the most water in 5 minutes was the winner. The last game was my favourite. We had a bunch of slips of paper and we had to figure out what they said. It was sort of like the game Mad Gab (right? I've never played it but someone said something like that).
We also did a lot of community service. We helped out at a senior center. There was a man there who was really good at playing pool.
We also helped out at a charity. I didn't care for it that much because they made us pull weeds. Arianna had a mild asthma attack and I was beginning to feel nauseous. (Read Blood Drive to understand the icky feeling I get occasionally.)
At six o'clock Saturday evening, we were allowed to eat. The team that had earned the most points was to get their food first. My team won, but I don't think that it was fair to make everyone else wait while people were starting to eat.
In all honesty, I liked the other thirty hour famines better, but that was also probably because I didn't have issues with a creepy girl at the other famines.
But I liked going home with Nathan (he came over to my house), eating fried rice, and passing out on the couch. (:

08 February 2011

Blood Drive

There was a blood drive at my school today, and I decided to try it. This was the second blood drive I tried and would have been the first I actually donated in. The first blood drive was a no-go because I was anemic (my red blood cell count was too low). It wasn’t too serious for anemia, but the levels were low enough to where I was not allowed to donate.

For this blood drive, my red blood cell count was up (yay! no more anemia!) and so I was ready for the legit 16g needle to be shoved into my arm. My veins had another plan. The vein that they wanted to puncture decided to act like the Italian army (Axis Powers Hetalia reference), and they saw the needle as the British army. It ran away from the blood drive people and hid.

Normally I am terrible around any sort of puncture to myself to get my blood. I’ve been squeamish for a long time, even when I was in the fourth grade and had to get blood tests done. Crazy story but all in all I freaked out and didn’t want them stabbing my arm. During my sophomore year (the last school year) I was fine when my biology class did a blood typing lab. This year, in Medical Science I, I wasn’t doing so well. During the training we had to go through before we could work with blood at all, I had this nasty nauseating feeling and ended up puking in a trash can (which has become the new joke between my friends). For the first blood lab we did, I was a bit squeamish but was able to participate in the lab. The second lab was a blood typing lab like last year, and I was perfectly fine. When the blood drive people punctured the needle into my arm, I started to feel nauseous. It wasn’t as bad as when I puked in the trash can, but I was nervous that I might end up getting sick, so I asked them not to stick me again and they didn’t. So hopefully during the next blood drive I am well both internally and mentally to donate…. even though only two people can safely receive my blood.