Me at the end?
Am I no longer anything?
IS THIS THE END? Ohhhh. End of class… End of the year, and end of my high school career….
Sad day. Well, I met amazing people. I really did. I still cannot believe this is it. I know I want it all to end but a huge chapter in my life is over. I may never see people I love now so dearly, I cannot believe how simple it is that they are not going to be in my life anymore. I don’t care what people say I am going to try my hardest for the people who I grew so close to to stay in my life. Like VIVI!
She’s sitting right next to me in accounting as I type this final blog. She watched me do so many. Every Friday in accounting… she knows, she actually reminded me a couple times to do it! This is why I love her; And what about Lety? Yeah, Mr. McCarthy that Lety. Isn’t she adorable? She’s so cute she is one of the only people I will actually miss from here… from class of 2012. Her and Kamille. Back to Vivi though. I think I am going to meet up with her once a week and eat breakfast with her at Nuevo Leon. Haha. We do always look up food in accounting… yummm.
WHAT ABOUT DE EFE!?
I am definitely going to miss Vanessa. It’s weird how we grew close toward the end of the year. I mean come on. Really? I’m going to steal her away from José every once and a while and go shopping with her. Haha.
Me. I think I am the same, I never change. Maybe I do I just don’t notice. I know I can stay true to my roots and hopefully the only changes will be for the good. But philosophy made me think, and I like that.
Omg this is it… BYE :D
This is actually really sad…
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Prospective Philosophy Kid.
HEYYY SUCKAAS.
DO NOT DO IT. YOU WILL DIE.
FOR THE LOVE OF BOB DO NOT DO IT!
No, I am one hundred percent kidding.
I must admit though, I walked into this class thinking “oh hay. It’s senior year, philosophy, hey there blow-off”. Then the first day: BAM. I had a reading to do. I was not prepared for that. I was so confused. So for one, do not walk in thinking you can get away with doing nothing. And be prepared for these blogs. I grew to love them. Mostly because I get to ramble because I know only Mr. McCarthy reads them, and no one likes listening to me ramble in the first place. Haha.
Be prepared to actually think. In philosophy there is no right and wrong answer. It is all your perception and really digging deep into the text or movie, or whatever you may be doing. You cannot expect the answer to come and pop out at you, which I admittedly expect sometimes. Sometimes it is really, for lack of better word, trippy. You do not realize you can think that deep, at least I didn’t think I could do that.
Some of the books you read in this class are, woo, interesting. They will not be easy reads; you will actually have to take some time on them, but some of them are actually worth it. I got to say though… I did not like How Soccer Explains the World. Sorry McCarthy. But others, like Malcolm X were actually very intriguing.
The best part of this class though, is McCarthy, not to suck up. He is. He brings a character to this class. An open, flowing discussion can actually take place. It’s nice it’s nice. Gooood luck guysss.
DO NOT DO IT. YOU WILL DIE.
FOR THE LOVE OF BOB DO NOT DO IT!
No, I am one hundred percent kidding.
I must admit though, I walked into this class thinking “oh hay. It’s senior year, philosophy, hey there blow-off”. Then the first day: BAM. I had a reading to do. I was not prepared for that. I was so confused. So for one, do not walk in thinking you can get away with doing nothing. And be prepared for these blogs. I grew to love them. Mostly because I get to ramble because I know only Mr. McCarthy reads them, and no one likes listening to me ramble in the first place. Haha.
Be prepared to actually think. In philosophy there is no right and wrong answer. It is all your perception and really digging deep into the text or movie, or whatever you may be doing. You cannot expect the answer to come and pop out at you, which I admittedly expect sometimes. Sometimes it is really, for lack of better word, trippy. You do not realize you can think that deep, at least I didn’t think I could do that.
Some of the books you read in this class are, woo, interesting. They will not be easy reads; you will actually have to take some time on them, but some of them are actually worth it. I got to say though… I did not like How Soccer Explains the World. Sorry McCarthy. But others, like Malcolm X were actually very intriguing.
The best part of this class though, is McCarthy, not to suck up. He is. He brings a character to this class. An open, flowing discussion can actually take place. It’s nice it’s nice. Gooood luck guysss.
thoughts on when i was a shorty.
I used to think that my toys would come alive when I was not looking… thank you Pixar.
I used to think that the sky was a different color in everyone’s eyes.
I used to think my dad was a superhero because of the long hours he worked.
I used to think the guy on the Pringles container would eat what was left in the tube, which is why I always left some in there.
I used to think everyone got a fairytale story with a fairytale ending.
I used to think I could sing really well. I was sadly mistaken.
I used to think Jasmine from Aladdin was Mexican, until I went to Mexico. Again, sadly mistaken.
I used to think babies came from storks.
I used to think ten dollars could buy me the world.
I used to think all in the world was good.
I used to be scared of the Quaker guy… thank you nickelodeon.
I don think these things anymore… well most of them. It is a phase that one grows out of. One experiences things and grows up. But everyone still has a little kid in them that gets crushed when they realize toy story was just a movie, the Pringles guy isn’t real, and Dad is just an insurance salesman. One makes memories and experiences life for its reality, the only think we can do with this superhero-less life is live it out to the fullest. We can make our own new grown up irrational beliefs.
I used to think that the sky was a different color in everyone’s eyes.
I used to think my dad was a superhero because of the long hours he worked.
I used to think the guy on the Pringles container would eat what was left in the tube, which is why I always left some in there.
I used to think everyone got a fairytale story with a fairytale ending.
I used to think I could sing really well. I was sadly mistaken.
I used to think Jasmine from Aladdin was Mexican, until I went to Mexico. Again, sadly mistaken.
I used to think babies came from storks.
I used to think ten dollars could buy me the world.
I used to think all in the world was good.
I used to be scared of the Quaker guy… thank you nickelodeon.
I don think these things anymore… well most of them. It is a phase that one grows out of. One experiences things and grows up. But everyone still has a little kid in them that gets crushed when they realize toy story was just a movie, the Pringles guy isn’t real, and Dad is just an insurance salesman. One makes memories and experiences life for its reality, the only think we can do with this superhero-less life is live it out to the fullest. We can make our own new grown up irrational beliefs.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Cuuuuckkoooossss.!
I could be wrong… but this may have to do with the book we’re reading. Possibly the movie we’re watching too… I don’t know, I’m just guessing… hahaha.
These poor souls in the looney bin. Chief is this silent man, simply an observer in this world of cuckoos. He has to wonder why he’s there. Why do these people pick at him and prod him for not speaking. Because he’s “deaf and mute” that trickster chief... he’s a clever man. But of course he’s not the crazy one is he… is he?
McMurphy… that’s our culprit really. He’s this pretty insane guy. Pretty much against the world, independent, wondering why he’s at this place. This place with true cuckoos. This life, he cannot imagine why anyone would want this. But there are people there voluntarily. That’s the epitome of crazy, well that’s McMurphy. The “cuckoos” cannot imagine why he doesn’t want to be there. Your life has this schedule. Nothing is really unknown. Nurse Ratched makes their lives what they’re supposed to be. McMurphy doesn’t understand this; he rebels so the “cuckoos” think he’s the crazy one.
But in reality, isn’t everyone the cuckoo one? Ha. No matter how normal you think you are, someone thinks you’re the crazy one. And that’s okay!
Believe me.
It’s the story of my life… this “Surrounded by cuckoos but I was the crazy one” topic. My family… craziest people I know, yet they always look at me as if I am the crazy one. I guess it really depends on your perception on, well, everything. Besides… a little crazy never hurt anyone.
(:
These poor souls in the looney bin. Chief is this silent man, simply an observer in this world of cuckoos. He has to wonder why he’s there. Why do these people pick at him and prod him for not speaking. Because he’s “deaf and mute” that trickster chief... he’s a clever man. But of course he’s not the crazy one is he… is he?
McMurphy… that’s our culprit really. He’s this pretty insane guy. Pretty much against the world, independent, wondering why he’s at this place. This place with true cuckoos. This life, he cannot imagine why anyone would want this. But there are people there voluntarily. That’s the epitome of crazy, well that’s McMurphy. The “cuckoos” cannot imagine why he doesn’t want to be there. Your life has this schedule. Nothing is really unknown. Nurse Ratched makes their lives what they’re supposed to be. McMurphy doesn’t understand this; he rebels so the “cuckoos” think he’s the crazy one.
But in reality, isn’t everyone the cuckoo one? Ha. No matter how normal you think you are, someone thinks you’re the crazy one. And that’s okay!
Believe me.
It’s the story of my life… this “Surrounded by cuckoos but I was the crazy one” topic. My family… craziest people I know, yet they always look at me as if I am the crazy one. I guess it really depends on your perception on, well, everything. Besides… a little crazy never hurt anyone.
(:
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