"To Err is Human, to Forgive Divine"

I Have No Idea...

What to write about for this one and I'm so tired and I really just want to go to sleep even though it's barely 10:08 and I could go to sleep way later than this, but I'm drained of energy and I can't stop thinking about something that's been bothering me (and actually this is how my english class works. You don't even have to write about the topic, but I like sticking to topics, so I'm going to write about the topic, so let's go! Let's do this!)

PROMPT: There is a famous adage: "To err is human, to forgive divine."

When did you feel divine because you were able to forgive someone for their mistake? When did someone act divine by forgiving you when you were wrong?

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I do think I'm actually a very forgiving person. I do not hold grudges like a lot of my family members on my mother's side do and for this I am glad. I just want to be happy and I think it is much better to forgive someone even when they have made a mistake then to just let it simmer in your brain on how much it makes you mad that they did such a thing. Everyone makes mistakes and we must realize that, so it is not good to just get mad at someone and not forgive them for what they've been, because honestly, they probably feel worse about it compared to you. I think there are many times people have messed up in my family and I'm not naming any names, but this particular person has messed up so many times in making good decisions in general. They have never once thought about what they could do, they don't try hard enough, and then they want to blame it on you and I don't think that's right. It's horrible at times, but I think the fact that I can forgive them, and all of us really, can forgive this person is what I think is really good. You must forgive or else how can anyone else forgive you?

I can't really think of a time when I did anything wrong, but I'm sure I have, but no one ever forgives me, so it doesn't pertain to me really. I would be really happy if someone did forgive me for something I did that I genuinely knew I made a mistake of. 

Overcoming Challenges

Ugh...

I don't have much to say on this one and considering I wasted a lot of my time on the last post if you read it, I'm kind of tired and I want to continue writing this story I'm almost, sort of, kind of, done with. Haha, I will post when I am through (again everyone who read the story I used to post on here I am so sorry. I just left it unfinished >_<) That's not what this is about though. THIS IS WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!!!!!!!

PROMPT: Everyone has problems or challenges to overcome.

What obstacles are you proud to have faced and conquered?

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Can I tell you something? I don't even look at things as obstacles in my life. I'm a big fatalist, so I just think, "Oh, that happened to me for a reason. That was there because it was supposed to be." I never think, "AH OBSTACLE!" I mean I guess there are things, but nothing to profound that it just totally stuck with me. I mean I wouldn't even consider my problems really obstacles to tell you the truth. My current obstacle might be just trying to balance everything in life and am I proud to face that right now, no not really. Later on in life? Probably not. It just kind of is and I don't care much, so it's nothing to me. Obstacles, Schmobstacles. Just live your life and enjoy this song, cuz it's so true! 

Obla-di, obla-da life goes on

I'll Be The Judge of That

Cheesy Title, I Know...

Haha. I didn't really want to do this prompt, because it's very general and I really could care less about a topic like this, but I'd love to elaborate on here for you guys, my readers. ^_^

PROMPT: We all tend to judge people by their appearances, even though looks can be deceiving.

Have you ever prejudged someone incorrectly based on their appearance or has someone ever prejudged you unfairly based on how you look?

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It's so much easier to label people by how they look. There goes the goths, the nerds, the preps, the hipsters, the jocks, etc. We can label so easily without even getting to know someone, but that's life isn't it. It's not even subject to just high school, it'll be in college and in your work and just in life. I mean it's inevitable. You can't hide from prejudgment! I mean if we judge inanimate objects for goodness' sake, then what the hell do you expect us to do when we get to judge things with more substance to them?! HUMANS! I mean, aren't they the best subjects ever. You can judge from afar or criticize up close and personal or maybe a mixture from in between. I mean your possibilities are limitless. What you say is limitless! We all do it, so I don't understand why anyone thinks it's bad when people do it. Don't be a hypocrite! We all do it!

I'm sure I've prejudged every kid at school I know. I do get to know people and usually those prejudgments turn even worse once I have a talk with them. I'm usually correct or so totally incorrect (as in I thought they were cool and/or nice and they weren't) which makes me just criticize them more. Although, it's safe to say, I try not to let that get in the way of socializing. I'll talk to you and possibly be nice, and since no one talks to me, it's quite easy for me to avoid that aspect of my life. Nevertheless, if I judge you, don't take it personally. You can easily judge me back!

Now, here's a really nice story of how I got to make a very nice talking friend:

Freshmen year. Third period. Algebra One class. Already dreading who I was sitting next to. I saw her and thought, "Typical, popular wannabe girl." I was immediately annoyed and I wanted nothing at all to do with her. That's how it was for the first two weeks. We asked questions about the homework or what had just been said in class, and then somehow we bonded. I don't know when, I don't remember how, but she said she liked talking to me. We both warmed up to each other and I asked her if she considered me her friend and she said, "Yes. I think you're a really cool person." I never thought someone like her would think like that of me. She truly is a popular girl, but she's a nice popular girl. She's genuine and not only is she pretty on the outside, but she's pretty on the inside, too and I am glad to have met her. This is why I don't necessarily like prejudging people, but after a while of getting to know someone (whether I talk to them or not) I usually have a pretty good opinion on them. Not necessarily accurate always, but it's what I believe and that's what matters.

So me, have I ever been prejudged? I think yeah. I think a lot of times I might have been. Here's a list of things I have been thought of as throughout the years:

• "Hey, you're that artsy girl, aren't you?" (I don't know, what's your definition of artsy???)
• "You're the smart one!" (Yes, I am.)
• "She's one of those anime nerds." (It's manga, but ok.)
• "Weirdo" (Did you call me?)
• "Freak" (Pretty much)
• "Dweeb" (You're going to have to try harder than that)
• "Asshole" (Haha, I kind of was tbh. I was so mean to everyone)
• "Insensitive" (tbh, yeah. Middle school was bizarre)
• "Whore" (No. Not even. That's the last thing you could call me.)
• "Lesbian" (Just cuz I hang out with my best friend a lot does not make me a lesbian)
• "Are you stupid?" (I get all A's...so???)
• "Loner" (Yeah, sometimes)
• "Goth" (I like black, what do you want me to do about that?)
• "Boy Crazy" (Lol, always!)
• "Don't you like science or something?" (I do like science and something.)
• "You're the one who sings" (Thank you for noticing)
• "Socially Awkward" (I agree with you 100% on that!)
• "Smart-ass" (I mean you've got the smart part, right, but...)
• "Racist" (I like to call it humor, but sure why not!)
• "Do you not love yourself?" (I don't, how did you know?)
• "You like weird music." (OMG I DID NOT KNOW THAT!)
• "Why are you into older guys?" (Srsly? Cuz Leonardo Dicaprio is hot and you all agree.)
• "Do you have any friends?" (Maybe)
• "Loser" (Of course!)
• "Lame" (Wow! A+ for figuring that one out!)
• "You're mixed, aren't you?" (Thank you for acknowledging that, but I don't know why that's so interesting to you)
• "You're not cool enough." (Trust me, I know.)
• "Something's wrong with you." (You just noticed?)

And there's probably way more, but I can't think of them right now. I mean this is without talking to me, because I don't talk to anyone really. But wow. I mean, yes, I think any type of judgment is going to be unfairly based on how I look, but not all of that was based on how I look, that's also just based on one thing someone knows about me. And I'd say that's more common than on someone's looks. Example, there's this girl I go to school with, who obviously thinks she's very cool, but she's not. Do you know how I know? Never form actually looking at her, but from listening to her say one thing I knew that, well I formulated that, but I mean it's pretty obvious. So any judgment prior to getting to know someone is unfair. Would I agree with this? Yeah, some of it, but I think that's partly due to the reason why people don't bother me in the bully-type way, because I don't really let words get to me. I kind of laugh and agree. I mean anything you could say about me, I'll probably say it worse, so don't worry.

What's in a Hero?

I've Never Actually Thought of This...

And it did catch my eye when we were doing our prompts, but I didn't think I could articulate the words very well.

PROMPT: Our society uses the word hero in many different ways.

How do you define hero, and who is a hero in your life?

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Being my hero. Superman, Batman, Spiderman, etc. You know all of them. THEY'RE HEROS! Who are our real heroes though? Who are those people you don't see on the cover of a comic book every now and then? Who are the real heroes? Who are the hidden heroes?

I think personally, anybody can be a hero! We're all heroes! When I think of a hero, I think of someone who saves others and maybe that's just from comic books, but that's what I think. I think this is someone I can look up to, someone who has saved me! That's a hero! For many, their hero can be someone as simple as their best friend to someone who really does save the day everyday like a fireman. Admiration towards this person for their heroic actions is key to who your hero is. Why do you look up to this person? How did they save you? What would have happened if you hadn't been saved? And it's not just near death kind of saving, it's mental saving, emotional saving, saving someone from themselves. I mean there are so many ways you can save someone, but we always think a hero is someone who is great at saving people physically. "He saved me from dying! He's my hero!" We can look at this as someone who almost died of natural causes or someone who so mentally unstable they wanted to die and someone helped them through it. That is why heroes can be very different.

Every hero comes in different shapes/sizes, you know the common saying. Even I am a hero. You guys reading this are heroes. We're all heroes. We may not be aware of it, but we are all heroes.

Who is a hero in my life? Perhaps, everyone I've ever crossed paths with! Considering a lot of those people haven't affected my life, that's highly unlikely, but maybe they saved me from feeling alone in this void. That's what they did. Someone who I utterly hate is my hero. Yes, it's possible! Even if you hate them, imagine where all this hate comes from. Why exactly do you hate them? To me, I imagine, that if someone I hated was my hero, the only thing they'd have saved me from was from hating myself. Hating someone else allows you to love yourself. ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY THINK THEY'RE BETTER THAN YOU!!!! Haha, but that example was sort of wacky I think. Let me tell you who I think my real hero is.

I think my hero is my mom. She's always been there for me and has always looked out for me in my 15 years of life. Who else is going to do that for you? Who else wants to do that for you? She has helped me through so many things and given me very good advice and she supports my decisions. She does things others can't do and I talk to her very easily and that's why she's my hero. She saved me from feeling very alone in this world. With her, I never feel too bad. So a hero doesn't have to always save you physically, because in this case my mom saved me emotionally, and I am forever grateful to her for that.

So, who's your hero?

Breaking Promises

As You Saw in the Last Post (Or Not)...

I was going to be posting my thoughts on all the writing prompts I had to choose from (even if they weren't necessarily the one I chose to do it on). Well,  you'll understand possibly by the end of this post why I didn't really want to do any of the others. It wasn't because they were hard, it's just because I couldn't really connect to it.

Prompt: Most of us have been in a situation where we made a promise that for one reason or another we were unable to keep.

When were you disappointed because someone made you a promise that they failed to keep? Or when did you break a promise that you made to someone else?

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What does this even mean to me? I'm the kind of person who rarely ever picks up on the fact that you're betraying her on some stupid promise you made. I don't know if having no regrets means having no dignity, but I could care less if you told someone some big secret about me that I didn't really want others to know. I mean the fact that I told you already made it not a secret. What hurts is when you tell someone something personal and they make fun of you for it by telling other people and making that personal thing negative. That's so much more different. No, that's never happened to me (fortunately), but I guess--and it's not really a big deal and it could never be--is I have been disappointed when people promise me something and they never do. This always happens. It's basically my life and I'm very used to it, but it seems like everything I want dearly always ends up with the person in said situation promising me this thing and then bailing out on me. It really isn't fair on my end, but I realize there are circumstances (and sometimes there aren't) so I don't sweat it. Of course, it doesn't mean I don't feel bad about this stuff, but what can I do about it? Absolutely nothing. I just have to kind of deal with it.

I don't think I can remember a time when I broke a promise. Perhaps, being somewhere on time, but that's about it. I try as hard as I possibly can to avoid making promises.  It does you no good to make a promise you aren't going to keep or try your hardest to keep. There is obvious effort when you make a promise and then don't come through. If you obviously tried then you know what, it's okay, but when you didn't, that's just being an asshole. You can't do that. This is why I refrain from making promises and the ones I do make are usually very minimal and have no effect on me if for some reason I cannot fulfill this promise.

Work In Progress

We All Are...

Here is my personal experience that I had to elaborate on in English class. I'd like to add to you valuable readers that ever since I started my English Honors class, sophomore year I have been very happy. I have found an environment where I am not afraid to share my feelings on a piece of paper (of course, it fears me to think about the teacher reading such things/having to talk about them with my writing group). I think a lot of that has to do with what I am talking about in today's writing prompt.

Note: I will be posting five more of these prompts in the coming hours, so please enjoy reading the other five prompts as well. Thank you. Now onward, to the prompt that caught my eye the most!~

PROMPT: All of us are works in progress with a long way to go before we reach our full potential.

In what skill or area are you still working to make progress?

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I think I am still a work in progress, but in what area, I am unsure. Towards the end of middle school to the beginning of freshmen year, I began finding myself. Who was I really? I knew I was not like other people in my age group. We don't like the same things at all and I thought I was really strange for that. My weird taste in things I chose to like/be interested in never stopped (and won't stop). I wouldn't say it was like a coming-of-age sort of thing where I somehow discover the truth to being a teen, but it was more like a journey into the center of my mind. I was more aware of the things happening around me and I could finally have my own opinion on it. I was finally realizing it was okay to have an opposite opinion from the rest of the world. It's not like I wasn't opinionated before this, because I was, but now I'm not afraid to speak m mind no matter how shocking my opinion on a subject may be. What did any of this even have to do with progress though? I simply found myself and am still doing so now and probably for the rest of my life. Do you see that? It's a continuous cycle. Progress is a continuous cycle. Even after making progress, there's still more to be done. There's still more for me to find. I'm still not fully aware of who I truly am and I never will be. Sure, I can say now, I'm a smart, somewhat funny, weird, etc. teen, but is that who I'm going to be tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Next year? I'll never know.

The Breakfast Club

The Breakfast Club is a 1985 coming-of-age, comedy-drama about five teens who all meet up for detention one day. They start off not liking each other, but by the end of the day all five of their different personalities end up liking each other and as the poster says "it changed their life forever." I think this is the kind of movie where you can't take someone else's opinion on it *cough* I think mine is pretty much good *cough*

The following review was written as I was watching the film, so it's all reaction-based as I was watching it (Very authentic lol):

Ok, I'm writing this review as I'm watching it, but I've already formulated an opinion on it from the first ten minutes.

This movie is so shitty. I hate this. It's for impressionable teens who think this movie is a true representation of themselves. They think the movie "understands" them, but do you know why? They picked the five most common people you'll meet in high school. The popular, "pretty" (Molly Ringwald is so ew) girl, the athlete, the bad boy, the nerd, and the weirdo. Everyone can usually identify as one or more of these. Then people wath it and they think "Oh my gosh *character that is like them* totally gets me!" No, they don't. It's a general stereotype and you fit it and you think it's the most profound thing ever.

The scene where the weird girl is biting her nails, I just don't understand. Then the nerd does something else, I think he was putting his pen in his mouth and the whole time this is happening I'm just like, "This is so totally socially unacceptable. This wouldn't even happen in real life." The acting and the stereotypes are so over-exaggerated it makes me want to throw up.

The whole having to do an essay thing is so stupid. It's so predictable that by the end of the movie they're going to "find themselves" and write an awesome essay.

Why does Mr. Vernon have time to watch over five students on a Saturday?

"Omg these kids are so cool" is what the movie tries to make you think. No one is this overly stereotypical in real life and that's why it's not believable at all.

Allison has problems. When Claire was talking about her family problems and she yells "Ha" I don't even think weirdos would do that. Mental people would do that. People with problems. Like, what is wrong with this movie?!

They try to make Bender such a profound asshole and he's not. It's just so overdone. I'm sorry, I can't take this and I'm barely on minute 28.

Claire has sushi for lunch. Kill me. Who brings sushi for school lunch...in America...in the 80s?! Andy has a super huge lunch...again no? They're not even going to be there for a super long time. No one actually eats the way Allison does in public. Allison is just an attention seeker.

I just found the best part of the movie guys. When Bender is asking Brian if his mom married Mr. Rogers and Brian replies, "No Mr. Johnson." Best fucking part lol.

How does Mr. Vernon not hear any of the shit they say when they're talking super loud/making loud noise if he's in the next room?!

The weed scene is so lame, especially the part where Andy is dancing around.

Allison says, "I'm a nymphomaniac...the only person I've told is my shrink" and Andy asks her, "What did he do when you told him?" and Allison replies, "He nailed me." Ew. No. This is not even right?! I hate her. Haha, I thought I would hate Molly Ringwald's character more, but I hate Allsion way more than Claire. Then Allison says, "I'm not a nymphomaniac, I'm a compulsive liar." Ugh, fuck this. I have 26 minutes left of this shit.

When they're all telling these stories. I just don't get it. How do you connect to someone so easily in one day and tell them all this personal stuff?!

"When you grow up, your heart dies." Nice. I bet this was supposed to be one of the best lines in the film, but no, it wasn't.

Omg my mom is watching it with me and see they're all crying right now and she said, "Aww...this movie has become so stupid."

How did they go from crying to laughing. This is so dumb. They're playing music super loud in the library, umm, Mr. Vernon, again, how do you not hear this shit?!

The ending is so stupid...How did two relationships form in one day?! I don't think this is how high school is at all!!! 

The only character I fully liked was Brian until the end of the film around minute 45???, when he started to totally suck.

I understand why people like this film. I guess it's very coming-of-age, but I think there are so many better coming-of-age movies. This is a really bad representation of high school. It's just very general, yet unbelievable/too stereotypical at the same time.

Btw, why are they even called the Breakfast Club? Is it some profound meaning I was unable to find? There is no breakfast in this movie...at all.