It was tiring, and I definitely felt some muscles I didn't even know I had. But it was a great time to hang out with friends and get ready for spring performances and the Japan festival. It was definitely worth coming to camp, especially since in three months, we'll be here.
"The name?" Archie shrugged. "Every name is real. That's the nature of names. When she first showed up, she called herself Pocket Mouse. Then Mudpie. Then - what? - Hullygully, I believe. Now..."
"Stargirl." The word came out whispery; my throat was dry.
Archie looked at me. "Whatever strikes her fancy. Maybe that's how names ought to be, heh? Why be stuck with just one your whole life?"
- Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
That's kind of how I feel about my blogger layout. Maybe I was bored. Maybe I have blogging ADD. Or maybe I'm really so indecisive about picking a favourite colour that I thought it wasn't fair to the other colours that green got to be my layout for so long. Regardless, it's something I get restless about, as with other things like writing stories, styles of clothes, or the arrangement of furniture in my room. Every once in a while it feels good to scrap everything and start over.
"To know what would have happened, child?" said Aslan. "No. Nobody is ever told that."
- C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian
Have you ever wondered what might happen if you could hear everything people ever said about you? Or thought that life would be simpler if everyone in it came with an instruction manual? What if you knew what you were going to be when you grew up from gradeschool on? What if the person you were going to marry had a little red heart floating over their head that said "I'm the one!" and light-up maps showed us where we would live and travel?
What if we could know what might have happened if we'd made a phone call to a particular person, or said something differently during a conversation? It might take a lot of the adventure and spontanaeity out of life to know this stuff, and it might save a lot of confusion and embarassment. But what if a book showed up on your doorstep that contained all that information. Would you open it?
Would you really want to know?
I guess it has.
So I am finally home for a week of relaxing (read: job-hunting, shopping and cleaning out my room) before the final stretch of school (six more weeks sans finals week) kicks in. I can't believe how fast the year has gone by! It's even scarier to realize that in three of my five classes, I have only one more test to determine what my final grade will be.
On a lighter note, spring seems to be coming early. The weather has been almost unseasonably warm lately, and buds are beginning to appear on trees - some lacy green, some almost yellow, and some bright red. And daffodils are opening, too. Grass is beginning to poke up from last year's brown remains, practically singing that soon there'll be a big green carpet to run barefoot in. I love this time of year.
1. Enya, Orinoco Flow
2. London Symphony Orchestra, Duel of the Fates (from Star Wars)
3. Charlotte Church, Carrickfergus
4. Bryan Adams, Here I Am
5. Coldplay, White Shadows
6. Ravi Bal, Captain Bhangra De
7. Jaci Velasquez, Crystal Clear
8. Hollywood Film Chroal, Learning to Fly (from Peter Pan)
9. Angel of Music from Phantom of the Opera
10. Oasis, Some Might Say
I, however, am not going to play by the rules and tag five people. If anybody feels the urge to look up the last ten songs on their actual iPod and reply in the comments, feel free.
A few weeks ago Washington Post columnist (and Pulitzer prize winner) David Finkel stopped by our News and Feature Writing class to talk about a story he was writing. He was shadowing a soldier who was preparing to deploy to Iraq.
Last week the story, 11 Days Till Baghdad appeared in the Post - it was interesting, but also gut-wrenching to read. The things that soldiers have to be prepared to witness and to do themselves aren't tasks most people like to think about. The story really brought home a local impact of the war. If you have some time, it's an informative, if sombering read.