Here's what I did today: (Note: LOTS of acts of good today! Yay!)
I went to school and performed a Chinese song for the lower school and came up with a melody with Mollie and Claire for a song we're writing together for music class.
Next, I got my blood taken- which I believe to be an act of good, since the results will benefit me, and I have long had a fear of needles that is really hard to ignore. After that, I went back to school and pursued my studies. :)
During today's rehearsal for our play -it's tech week, which means 3-hour rehearsals! I'm soooo glad they're not longer, though, since I've been in theater productions with rehearsals that lasted about 7 hours the last few days- I had a lot of food, which was nice.
Today, I performed many acts of good by 1) holding doors open (both at rehearsal, and at the blood test lab), 2) extracting recyclable paper (with Mollie!) and a water bottle from the trash bin and putting it in its rightful place, 3) turning off more lights, 4) writing a poem for my best friends during the car ride to the blood test lab, and 5) smiling at people, whether they be close friends, or strangers xD, and complimenting them. :)
I hope these things make an impact.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
This is for You.
You needn't reply
if the words aren't there.
I know.
This is for You.
If I feel like the world is dead,
I turn to you,
and you understand.
This is for You.
After we read a depressing book,
we look at each other without true smiles,
and we both write.
This is for You.
If I feel as if been drowned
by my own condemning thoughts,
you lift me up, and I lean on you.
This is for You.
I was lost; yet now found.
I know not what else to say,
the words have slipped away.
This is for You.
The words are now gone.
They taste of melted ice.
Water that I swallow.
Escaped.
if the words aren't there.
I know.
This is for You.
If I feel like the world is dead,
I turn to you,
and you understand.
This is for You.
After we read a depressing book,
we look at each other without true smiles,
and we both write.
This is for You.
If I feel as if been drowned
by my own condemning thoughts,
you lift me up, and I lean on you.
This is for You.
I was lost; yet now found.
I know not what else to say,
the words have slipped away.
This is for You.
The words are now gone.
They taste of melted ice.
Water that I swallow.
Escaped.
Acts of Good #23, #24, and #25
I did more acts of good this weekend
1) Continued talking with an old friend
2) Sent a cool e-card to my friend for her birthday
3) Tennis acts: picked up extra balls and turned off the bathroom lights by the tennis court
1) Continued talking with an old friend
2) Sent a cool e-card to my friend for her birthday
3) Tennis acts: picked up extra balls and turned off the bathroom lights by the tennis court
Friday, January 28, 2011
Act of Good #20, #21, #22, and #23
Today, I did several acts of good:
1.) I opened doors for many people.
2.) I gave some people compliments, giving praise to some of my fellow peers who I don't talk to much.
3.) I carried out good deeds for other people: carrying their things, offering to help a boy who had dropped all of his books at school, etc.
4.) I turned off the lights in the bathroom at school multiple times, which I hope to spread awareness about.
I feel sincerely wonderful doing these things. :)
1.) I opened doors for many people.
2.) I gave some people compliments, giving praise to some of my fellow peers who I don't talk to much.
3.) I carried out good deeds for other people: carrying their things, offering to help a boy who had dropped all of his books at school, etc.
4.) I turned off the lights in the bathroom at school multiple times, which I hope to spread awareness about.
I feel sincerely wonderful doing these things. :)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
A Mirror: A Short Reflection
The poem symbolizes that you can have your interpretation of what the poem means, while I can have my interpretation. We both have reflections of what a mirror stands for, and those reflections are in the mirror. Our reflections on the poem may be similar, but always slightly different. As two brains process things differently from each other, two people never look exactly the same.
However, that's just my reflection on the poem, and yours will always be slightly different.
I am I, and You are You.
However, that's just my reflection on the poem, and yours will always be slightly different.
I am I, and You are You.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
A Mirror
The Reflection of Me,
The Reflection of You,
We.
Us.
Them.
Together.
We may be similar,
but we will always be
forever different.
I am I,
and You are You.
The Reflection of You,
We.
Us.
Them.
Together.
We may be similar,
but we will always be
forever different.
I am I,
and You are You.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Studying: An Update, and Acts of Good #18 and #19
Just letting you know: I've been really busy recently with studying for tests and quizzes and I had a migraine and fever yesterday, so I might not post for a while.
I also sent miss-you wishes to an Oxford friend and helped a teacher at my school by taking down extra chairs. Small, yet worthy acts. :)
-Cora
I also sent miss-you wishes to an Oxford friend and helped a teacher at my school by taking down extra chairs. Small, yet worthy acts. :)
-Cora
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Act of Good #17
I couldn't sleep knowing I hadn't written this, plus I have a headache. I'll try to make this quick.
I recently was selected as a student ambassador at my school, which basically means that I show people around and tell them everything that's great about the school I attend and tour them around on special occasions- for example, today was Open House. It was a really organized event- a few faculty members and high students at our school made speeches, most of the teachers were there, and we all got official printed name tags.
I led around a group along with Mollie. It was just a boy and his mom wanting to know what our school was about. I really loved the experience of talking to them and taking them around to all of our different classrooms and showcasing everything that I love about my school. It was great, and I really felt like it was an act of good. By this student making this choice of switching to our school, if he follows through with it, it will make a difference in his life, no matter what happens, if he likes it or not. But I absolutely adore my school, and I know that it was an act of good simply by going to the school- making the effort to even go to the school, though my weekend was completely hectic, with tennis, SAT, homework, and rehearsal. On top of that, the Open House event seemed a bit strenuous, but I made it work.
It felt like an act of good to me, one that I hope will benefit others as well as myself- for I certainly learned a lot from talking to other people about the place I spend a lot of my time in. It's not just a school for me. It's so much more. As I talked more and more, I realized exactly how passionate I am about my school and what aspects I enjoyed the most- its small, nurturing community, the closeness of the people around you- friends, peers, teachers... the list goes on. I'm thankful for that, and that I was given this wonderful opportunity.
Thanks for reading this, and good night!
-Cora
I recently was selected as a student ambassador at my school, which basically means that I show people around and tell them everything that's great about the school I attend and tour them around on special occasions- for example, today was Open House. It was a really organized event- a few faculty members and high students at our school made speeches, most of the teachers were there, and we all got official printed name tags.
I led around a group along with Mollie. It was just a boy and his mom wanting to know what our school was about. I really loved the experience of talking to them and taking them around to all of our different classrooms and showcasing everything that I love about my school. It was great, and I really felt like it was an act of good. By this student making this choice of switching to our school, if he follows through with it, it will make a difference in his life, no matter what happens, if he likes it or not. But I absolutely adore my school, and I know that it was an act of good simply by going to the school- making the effort to even go to the school, though my weekend was completely hectic, with tennis, SAT, homework, and rehearsal. On top of that, the Open House event seemed a bit strenuous, but I made it work.
It felt like an act of good to me, one that I hope will benefit others as well as myself- for I certainly learned a lot from talking to other people about the place I spend a lot of my time in. It's not just a school for me. It's so much more. As I talked more and more, I realized exactly how passionate I am about my school and what aspects I enjoyed the most- its small, nurturing community, the closeness of the people around you- friends, peers, teachers... the list goes on. I'm thankful for that, and that I was given this wonderful opportunity.
Thanks for reading this, and good night!
-Cora
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Act of Good #16
Today, I did some extra chores around the house and opened doors for people outside. I love the feeling when you see someone smile at you and thank you for such a small deed as opening the door for them. :)
-Cora
-Cora
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
the Other side of the world
The time has come for it to die.
The world has collapsed.
A collapsing world
filled with fear;
filled with pain;
filled with ignorant laughter,
the greatest sin of all,
for it is merely for
the sake of disregarding
the Other side of the world,
the side which people fear,
the side in which people feel pained,
the side which is dying.
But it's at the Other side of the world.
She calls out, but They calm her down.
"Listen to me!
There is fear,
and there is pain,
and there is death!"
"Don't worry, you'll be okay.
You're safe from the fear,
you're safe from the pain,
you're safe from the death.
Worry only about yourself,
and those nearest to you.
Protect yourself and them,
and you'll be okay.
The fear,
and the pain,
and the death-
they are present,
but they're at the Other side of the world."
And she weeps,
and she cries,
and she feigns laughter.
It is heartless laughter,
without a smile,
without feeling,
without hope.
She pretends to go along,
she pretends that she fits in,
and she pretends to laugh.
She is mimicking ignorant laughter,
just like the rest of Them,
just like the rest of Us.
She is the only one who knows.
She knows;
the Other side of the world
is still a side of the world.
The world has collapsed.
A collapsing world
filled with fear;
filled with pain;
filled with ignorant laughter,
the greatest sin of all,
for it is merely for
the sake of disregarding
the Other side of the world,
the side which people fear,
the side in which people feel pained,
the side which is dying.
But it's at the Other side of the world.
She calls out, but They calm her down.
"Listen to me!
There is fear,
and there is pain,
and there is death!"
"Don't worry, you'll be okay.
You're safe from the fear,
you're safe from the pain,
you're safe from the death.
Worry only about yourself,
and those nearest to you.
Protect yourself and them,
and you'll be okay.
The fear,
and the pain,
and the death-
they are present,
but they're at the Other side of the world."
And she weeps,
and she cries,
and she feigns laughter.
It is heartless laughter,
without a smile,
without feeling,
without hope.
She pretends to go along,
she pretends that she fits in,
and she pretends to laugh.
She is mimicking ignorant laughter,
just like the rest of Them,
just like the rest of Us.
She is the only one who knows.
She knows;
the Other side of the world
is still a side of the world.
Philanthropy- Pressure, or from the Heart?
As I'm a tennis fan, I've been keeping up to date on the Australian Open. It's really exciting to watch and cheer on my favorite players, Rafael Nadal (I liked him over Federer even before he was #1), Roger Federer, Caroline Wozniacki, Kim Clijsters, Maria Sharapova, Justine Henin, and Samantha Stosur. I really admire not only their amazing tennis, but their philanthropy as well (I know this particularly of Nadal).
Which brings me to the point of this post.
Volunteer work and other forms of philanthropy should not be something that one should do because one feels pressured to do it. One should do good because they feel the need to- see a need, fill a need, as the expression goes. If one really commits themselves to an important fund, then fulfilling that commitment is the true meaning of philanthropy.
Nothing against famous people or tennis players or the above specified players at all. It was just a segue into the topic.
I know many people who have done community service, volunteer hours, etc., but it doesn't matter to them. They just want credit, money, or publicity from it- but I really, sincerely hope that there are a lot of people out there who are doing acts of good because they have a strong passion for it.
That is what I am attempting to accomplish through this blog, and at the moment, I don't need credit, and the only money or publicity I would want would be for funds to a charitable organization, or in order to raise awareness for causes. The main causes I feel passionate about are stopping poverty and hunger, because for me, they are obstacles that must be removed in order to lay the basis for a successful life. I want to help children who are alone in the world, without hope. I want to brighten lives that are suffering from starvation and lack of sanitary water. I want- no, I NEED- to do this. Because I am a philanthropist from my heart. I hope that you are, too.
-Cora
PS: I realized that I introduced myself in the top as a philanthropist and an author, and I realized that I haven't showed you much of the latter side. I'll post writing soon, don't worry. :)
Which brings me to the point of this post.
Volunteer work and other forms of philanthropy should not be something that one should do because one feels pressured to do it. One should do good because they feel the need to- see a need, fill a need, as the expression goes. If one really commits themselves to an important fund, then fulfilling that commitment is the true meaning of philanthropy.
Nothing against famous people or tennis players or the above specified players at all. It was just a segue into the topic.
I know many people who have done community service, volunteer hours, etc., but it doesn't matter to them. They just want credit, money, or publicity from it- but I really, sincerely hope that there are a lot of people out there who are doing acts of good because they have a strong passion for it.
That is what I am attempting to accomplish through this blog, and at the moment, I don't need credit, and the only money or publicity I would want would be for funds to a charitable organization, or in order to raise awareness for causes. The main causes I feel passionate about are stopping poverty and hunger, because for me, they are obstacles that must be removed in order to lay the basis for a successful life. I want to help children who are alone in the world, without hope. I want to brighten lives that are suffering from starvation and lack of sanitary water. I want- no, I NEED- to do this. Because I am a philanthropist from my heart. I hope that you are, too.
-Cora
PS: I realized that I introduced myself in the top as a philanthropist and an author, and I realized that I haven't showed you much of the latter side. I'll post writing soon, don't worry. :)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Little Green Toy Box and Tests
Two orders of business to discuss:
1.) Here's a link to a blog that one of my friends, Erin, just started. Her first post is a beautiful poem that she wrote that is simply amazing. Check it out!
2.) I've taken a lot of tests recently- a history test, multiple mandarin assessments, etc.- and many others coming up, which got me thinking...
Why are tests conducted, anyway? Why are we assessed to discover our knowledge (or lack of it)? Is it simply to figure out who will lead their lives by continuing on to what kind of lifestyle? Would it be beneficial enough to know that there are geniuses out there in the world, or do we need to select them and nurture their talent to help them develop on it more? Do people need a reason to assure themselves that they will succeed in life by the results of their test? Do people need to be assessed and told of how knowledgable they are? Or is there another underlying reason?
Just something to think about.
Anyway, I have to go. I have a tennis match to watch! ;)
-Cora
1.) Here's a link to a blog that one of my friends, Erin, just started. Her first post is a beautiful poem that she wrote that is simply amazing. Check it out!
2.) I've taken a lot of tests recently- a history test, multiple mandarin assessments, etc.- and many others coming up, which got me thinking...
Why are tests conducted, anyway? Why are we assessed to discover our knowledge (or lack of it)? Is it simply to figure out who will lead their lives by continuing on to what kind of lifestyle? Would it be beneficial enough to know that there are geniuses out there in the world, or do we need to select them and nurture their talent to help them develop on it more? Do people need a reason to assure themselves that they will succeed in life by the results of their test? Do people need to be assessed and told of how knowledgable they are? Or is there another underlying reason?
Just something to think about.
Anyway, I have to go. I have a tennis match to watch! ;)
-Cora
Act of Good #14 and #15
In the past few days, I've just been doing small things- giving spare change to charities, helping out where I can, and lending my hand in an open gesture, waiting for acceptance.
I've also helped around the house more than I usually do. :)
I've also helped around the house more than I usually do. :)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Act of Good #13
Today, I wrote a few messages on Facebook to a few friends from Oxford telling them how much I miss them and how amazing they are. :(
My Laptop
This is my laptop. My brother had to take it apart in an attempt to fix the keyboard.
-Cora
Act of Good #12
I sent birthday wishes to a few friends that I barely know, which I guess qualifies as an act of good. :)
-Cora
-Cora
How Are You?
How are you?
It seems like a well-meant question. It should show that the person asking has a level of caring at what the person in question feels. Though I've realized that our responses are extremely automatic. I saw a friend today that I don't see very often, and she asked me. "Oh, hi! How are you?" And I was about to go with the standard, "good," or the educated reply, "well," but I realized that even though that's what my friend probably expected, I didn't feel well. I didn't feel bad, either. Just mediocre. I went to school for the first day in a week, and I felt accordingly a bit down. So I merely shrugged and said, "I'm okay."
And she took a double take. I'm not sure if she realized it, but she looked at me differently for a moment. Though then she said, "Yeah, I'm tired." And I thought about it- if you're not feeling 100% yourself, then why should you expect a "good" from someone else?
So in a way, "how are you" is a rhetorical question, yet an automatic response is expected ... there should be a word for that kind of thing.
-Cora
It seems like a well-meant question. It should show that the person asking has a level of caring at what the person in question feels. Though I've realized that our responses are extremely automatic. I saw a friend today that I don't see very often, and she asked me. "Oh, hi! How are you?" And I was about to go with the standard, "good," or the educated reply, "well," but I realized that even though that's what my friend probably expected, I didn't feel well. I didn't feel bad, either. Just mediocre. I went to school for the first day in a week, and I felt accordingly a bit down. So I merely shrugged and said, "I'm okay."
And she took a double take. I'm not sure if she realized it, but she looked at me differently for a moment. Though then she said, "Yeah, I'm tired." And I thought about it- if you're not feeling 100% yourself, then why should you expect a "good" from someone else?
So in a way, "how are you" is a rhetorical question, yet an automatic response is expected ... there should be a word for that kind of thing.
-Cora
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Update
I've been sick all week- that's why I haven't been writing. In addition, my laptop's keyboard broke, so it's hard to write. Anyway, I'll try to get an actual post up tomorrow, it's just been hard so far.
Talk to you all later,
Cora
Talk to you all later,
Cora
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Tags
Hey, I just wanted to let you all know that I added a few tags under each post that let you add a reaction. I had "interesting," but it was too long, so I shortened it to "cool," though those two words don't really mean the same thing. Using these tags, you can easily express your opinion quickly. Thanks! :)
-Cora
-Cora
Monday, January 10, 2011
Glee
I've heard a lot about Glee, so I wanted to check it out. I watched a few episodes, and I really like it. The actors can sing extremely well, and I love how it's all about building a team. It's a really great show.
Here's a link to one of my favorite songs on the show. Even though this isn't from the actual Glee Club, it's still great! Hey Soul Sister is one of my favorite songs as is by Train, but this version is beautiful!
Hey Soul Sister by Train; sung by the Warblers (Glee from Fox)
-The Still-Sick Cora
Here's a link to one of my favorite songs on the show. Even though this isn't from the actual Glee Club, it's still great! Hey Soul Sister is one of my favorite songs as is by Train, but this version is beautiful!
Hey Soul Sister by Train; sung by the Warblers (Glee from Fox)
-The Still-Sick Cora
It's the Cycle of Sickness... or is it?
I'm still sick. Luckily, I actually slept 8 hours instead of the 6 and a half I slept on Saturday night.
I still have a fever, and a horrible cough, so I figure tomorrow will be another school-less day. Just perfect, because I have a math test I have to do. And quizzes in almost every subject. Great.
That was sarcastic, if you didn't notice.
Imagine this:
You feel the desperate helplessness of lying in bed all day, half-crying from pain, stress, and boredom.
The boredom often comes when you want to do something fun and entertain yourself, but you know that doing something that is fun and entertaining often strains yourself and makes your head beg to implode from aching. Doing something fun when you're sick is a sacrifice- have fun and risk a migraine, or stare up at the ceiling, hoping that you'll be cured sooner or later, and you're just waiting for the time to pass by.
You're so feverish that you're both hot and cold, and you're shivering and trying to wear a short sleeved shirt at the same time.
And then you feel so bad for hating your state of being sick, because you know that people around the world experience much, much worse fates all the time.
And you have a sudden surge of hope, and then it's dimmed by the utter helplessness you feel, and the sacrifice you have to make by putting boredom over a cure, and you're so feverish, and then you feel bad for others all over again.
It's the cycle of sickness, my friends. It's the Cycle of Sickness.
In short, I feel bad for not doing acts of good recently, but I guess (a.k.a. I hope) that this is enough of an excuse.
Or is it?
I still have a fever, and a horrible cough, so I figure tomorrow will be another school-less day. Just perfect, because I have a math test I have to do. And quizzes in almost every subject. Great.
That was sarcastic, if you didn't notice.
Imagine this:
You feel the desperate helplessness of lying in bed all day, half-crying from pain, stress, and boredom.
The boredom often comes when you want to do something fun and entertain yourself, but you know that doing something that is fun and entertaining often strains yourself and makes your head beg to implode from aching. Doing something fun when you're sick is a sacrifice- have fun and risk a migraine, or stare up at the ceiling, hoping that you'll be cured sooner or later, and you're just waiting for the time to pass by.
You're so feverish that you're both hot and cold, and you're shivering and trying to wear a short sleeved shirt at the same time.
And then you feel so bad for hating your state of being sick, because you know that people around the world experience much, much worse fates all the time.
And you have a sudden surge of hope, and then it's dimmed by the utter helplessness you feel, and the sacrifice you have to make by putting boredom over a cure, and you're so feverish, and then you feel bad for others all over again.
It's the cycle of sickness, my friends. It's the Cycle of Sickness.
In short, I feel bad for not doing acts of good recently, but I guess (a.k.a. I hope) that this is enough of an excuse.
Or is it?
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Sick
I'm sick. It's a horrible feeling to be in bed all day, but that's the fate we've all suffered at one point or another, sadly. Has anyone not been sick, ever? Is that even possible? I mean sure, if you're a baby, or even a toddler, it might be true. But other than that....
Anyway, I'm sick, so that's why I'm not writing more right now. If I can't sleep and I'm feeling a bit better, I'll blog tonight. Last night, I couldn't sleep properly until 4am. :(
Talk to you later.
A Coughing Cora Who Couldn't Go To School The Day After She Wrote This Post Because She Had Fever, Coughing, A Sore Throat, And Other Disgusting, Ickish-like Symptoms.
Anyway, I'm sick, so that's why I'm not writing more right now. If I can't sleep and I'm feeling a bit better, I'll blog tonight. Last night, I couldn't sleep properly until 4am. :(
Talk to you later.
A Coughing Cora Who Couldn't Go To School The Day After She Wrote This Post Because She Had Fever, Coughing, A Sore Throat, And Other Disgusting, Ickish-like Symptoms.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Basketball, Sports, and the Strange Tendencies of Humanity
Warning: Everything I say below is my opinion, and my opinion only. I am not attempting to advocate this opinion whatsoever. If you disagree, then you disagree. That's your choice.
I watched a basketball game yesterday.
Almost every student in my school came to watch, because the game was during school.
Our school is pretty small, so everyone can fit in the bleachers of our gym.
Our team did really well, and I only knew that by looking at the scoreboards. I was completely amazed to see that only after two goals- ummm, do you call them goals in basketball? Or do you say hoops?- the score was 2-2. And in the middle of the game, our score jumped from 39 to 41 suddenly.
Until I remembered that for every goal- hoop, whatever- you can get more than one point, depending on how far away you are. But for me, keeping track would be confusing.
Actions in sports like basketball don't make much sense to me.
Numbers do.
Thank goodness for scoreboards, or I would be completely lost.
The game lasted almost an hour and a half, and my opinion about it was mixed. I wanted to support our team, because they're from my school, and it's a human tendency to want to support those that you have things in common with. However, I'm not much into sports at all. I don't dislike sports, I just don't really care.
As you can probably tell, I'm a nuisance at sports. I can't throw a ball and have it reach its destination. I'm okay at catching, but in most sports, if you want to play it, you have to be more than okay.
I'm mediocre at tennis. I can't serve, though.
Why do people play sports? Why are people so negative against the other team that they're not cheering for? Why do shouts in the stadium- is that what it's called? A basketball stadium? Or is that football? Ugh, I'm clueless- include "BOO!" and "MISS!"?
It's probably because we have a strong will to win at all costs, no matter what. We want to feel good, and in order to do that, we think that our opponents need to feel bad. We win, they fail.
Our feelings should not affect whether we do well or not. We should just be able to play sports and win if our abilities surpass our opponents.
And yet they do. Our feelings have a very strong effect, and they carry a lot of weight in the result of everything we do.
Humanity has a tendency towards feeling strong emotions. This is both a good thing and a bad thing.
It's good because feelings give us an opinion and make us unique and special, which is important. It makes us human.
It's bad because sometimes it closes off our minds to what other people think, or feel.
The bottom line? Emotions are confusing.
I watched a basketball game yesterday.
Almost every student in my school came to watch, because the game was during school.
Our school is pretty small, so everyone can fit in the bleachers of our gym.
Our team did really well, and I only knew that by looking at the scoreboards. I was completely amazed to see that only after two goals- ummm, do you call them goals in basketball? Or do you say hoops?- the score was 2-2. And in the middle of the game, our score jumped from 39 to 41 suddenly.
Until I remembered that for every goal- hoop, whatever- you can get more than one point, depending on how far away you are. But for me, keeping track would be confusing.
Actions in sports like basketball don't make much sense to me.
Numbers do.
Thank goodness for scoreboards, or I would be completely lost.
The game lasted almost an hour and a half, and my opinion about it was mixed. I wanted to support our team, because they're from my school, and it's a human tendency to want to support those that you have things in common with. However, I'm not much into sports at all. I don't dislike sports, I just don't really care.
As you can probably tell, I'm a nuisance at sports. I can't throw a ball and have it reach its destination. I'm okay at catching, but in most sports, if you want to play it, you have to be more than okay.
I'm mediocre at tennis. I can't serve, though.
Why do people play sports? Why are people so negative against the other team that they're not cheering for? Why do shouts in the stadium- is that what it's called? A basketball stadium? Or is that football? Ugh, I'm clueless- include "BOO!" and "MISS!"?
It's probably because we have a strong will to win at all costs, no matter what. We want to feel good, and in order to do that, we think that our opponents need to feel bad. We win, they fail.
Our feelings should not affect whether we do well or not. We should just be able to play sports and win if our abilities surpass our opponents.
And yet they do. Our feelings have a very strong effect, and they carry a lot of weight in the result of everything we do.
Humanity has a tendency towards feeling strong emotions. This is both a good thing and a bad thing.
It's good because feelings give us an opinion and make us unique and special, which is important. It makes us human.
It's bad because sometimes it closes off our minds to what other people think, or feel.
The bottom line? Emotions are confusing.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Act of Good #9, 10, and 11
Today, I did three things that made me feel good. There were others, too, but none of those are things I wouldn't have done without this project, and they're pretty minor.
1. I recycled two bottles, one of which was lying, abandoned, on the bleachers in my school's gymnasium. I fished out the other one from the trash can, just a few feet away from the recycling can. Really? Really?
2. One of my best friends, Claire, was coughing today and she was having problems with it being really loud in the cafeteria, and she left, and I accompanied her because I felt bad for her.
3. There's one girl who's kind of left out and different who's a few years younger than me. We didn't have a real conversation at all, we just said hi and exchanged smiles. It was one of those moments where you meet someone's eyes and you have this little mutual connection with them that seems like a conversation in itself.
1. I recycled two bottles, one of which was lying, abandoned, on the bleachers in my school's gymnasium. I fished out the other one from the trash can, just a few feet away from the recycling can. Really? Really?
2. One of my best friends, Claire, was coughing today and she was having problems with it being really loud in the cafeteria, and she left, and I accompanied her because I felt bad for her.
3. There's one girl who's kind of left out and different who's a few years younger than me. We didn't have a real conversation at all, we just said hi and exchanged smiles. It was one of those moments where you meet someone's eyes and you have this little mutual connection with them that seems like a conversation in itself.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Green Schools Alliance
I'm in the MAD club at my school (which stands for Make A Difference, though we may be slightly mad as well ;)), and the teacher who leads it showed us a great organization called the Green Schools Alliance. I think it's a wonderful way to unite people from schools that are all over the world together for the cause of going 'green.' Check it out!
http://www.greenschoolsalliance.org
-Cora
http://www.greenschoolsalliance.org
-Cora
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Homophones and other annoying quirks of the English language
Homophones bother me. Well, some of them do.
Here's my theory:
The ball in the basketball game is nothing like the ball in which people dance.
I'm okay with the fact that the word 'ball' is used in different ways.
However, consider the following sentences.
Santa is fairly plump around his waist. Suzy threw away her half-filled water bottle, and it was such a waste!
The spelling of waist and waste bothers me. Why are they pronounced the same? Why would different spelling be required? It bothers me that there can be multiple spellings of a word that is pronounced the same! It would make sense to have them both pronounced the same way. To people like me from a non-English speaking country, it becomes a burden to attempt at pronouncing these words. (Though I have personally lived in the US for such a long time that I'm fluent in English.) What if I pronounced knight as "k-night" with the 'k' sound distinct? I still pronounce some things incorrectly sometimes.
Every letter having one pronunciation would make a lot of people's lives easier, and that's that.
And sometimes, these things have rules in order to attempt at making these things slightly easier. However, what aggravates me even more is that there are SO many exceptions!!!! It's ridiculous! I have yet to find a language that fixes these annoying things.
Well, that's my opinion, anyway.
Here's my theory:
The ball in the basketball game is nothing like the ball in which people dance.
I'm okay with the fact that the word 'ball' is used in different ways.
However, consider the following sentences.
Santa is fairly plump around his waist. Suzy threw away her half-filled water bottle, and it was such a waste!
The spelling of waist and waste bothers me. Why are they pronounced the same? Why would different spelling be required? It bothers me that there can be multiple spellings of a word that is pronounced the same! It would make sense to have them both pronounced the same way. To people like me from a non-English speaking country, it becomes a burden to attempt at pronouncing these words. (Though I have personally lived in the US for such a long time that I'm fluent in English.) What if I pronounced knight as "k-night" with the 'k' sound distinct? I still pronounce some things incorrectly sometimes.
Every letter having one pronunciation would make a lot of people's lives easier, and that's that.
And sometimes, these things have rules in order to attempt at making these things slightly easier. However, what aggravates me even more is that there are SO many exceptions!!!! It's ridiculous! I have yet to find a language that fixes these annoying things.
Well, that's my opinion, anyway.
Act of Good #8
Again, this'll be in two parts.
1.) I helped my mother with bringing groceries back to the house.
2.) I walked around the school waving and saying "hi" followed by their name to make it a bit more personal to a lot of people that I wouldn't normally talk to that often.
1.) I helped my mother with bringing groceries back to the house.
2.) I walked around the school waving and saying "hi" followed by their name to make it a bit more personal to a lot of people that I wouldn't normally talk to that often.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Act of Good #7
I picked up almost a whole court worth of tennis balls from the two little kids who played before me. They looked like they were fairly tired, and I just wanted to help them out. :)
A Neighboring Ghost Child's Swing
Across from my house, like a neighbor, there is a plain, wooden swing tied with ropes to a tree above it. The tree branches stretch out like fingers on a hand- the hand being the tree's sturdy trunk.
During an after-school lunch break, I saw the swing rock back and forth from the wind. Though instead of wobbling back and forth in the hesitant breeze, this swing was swinging perfectly up and down flawlessly. It was as if a child were in it, attempting to climb higher and higher into the sky, as if he or she could then manage to soar above the clouds, too young to understand that such a thing is not yet possible.
However, there was no child in it. It was merely carried by the wind, yet it seemed as if a ghost child was occupying it.
It was a neighboring ghost child's swing.
During an after-school lunch break, I saw the swing rock back and forth from the wind. Though instead of wobbling back and forth in the hesitant breeze, this swing was swinging perfectly up and down flawlessly. It was as if a child were in it, attempting to climb higher and higher into the sky, as if he or she could then manage to soar above the clouds, too young to understand that such a thing is not yet possible.
However, there was no child in it. It was merely carried by the wind, yet it seemed as if a ghost child was occupying it.
It was a neighboring ghost child's swing.
Act of Good #5 and #6
These are pretty small, so I decided to combine them into two acts of good.
1. I was standing in line at school today to talk to my teacher during Study Hall, and there was a student a few years younger than me who looked really nervous to get back to wherever he came from, so I let him go in front of me. :)
2. I loaned out a few pencils today, which I usually don't do because I prize them since everyone, including me, seems to lose them so often. Luckily for me, they were all returned!
3. I wrote happy birthday wishes to one of my ORA friends, and he was pretty happy afterwards.
1. I was standing in line at school today to talk to my teacher during Study Hall, and there was a student a few years younger than me who looked really nervous to get back to wherever he came from, so I let him go in front of me. :)
2. I loaned out a few pencils today, which I usually don't do because I prize them since everyone, including me, seems to lose them so often. Luckily for me, they were all returned!
3. I wrote happy birthday wishes to one of my ORA friends, and he was pretty happy afterwards.
Monday, January 3, 2011
How often will I post here?
Well... it depends on my levels of stress (which has luckily dropped significantly since last year), schoolwork, etc. I'll try to post at least once a week. I hope I'll be able to write at least three times a week or so. Maybe later, I'll get more structure-oriented. During breaks, I can usually post a lot more than usual. School and the ample homework that accompanies it occupies a lot of my life, and on top of that, I have tennis, and piano, and theater rehearsals, which are time-consuming activities.
So there's not a definite answer to that question, sorry.
-Cora
So there's not a definite answer to that question, sorry.
-Cora
Acts of Kindness/Good
I have decided to change the title of my kindness activities from "acts of kindness" to "acts of good," because I realize that what I am essentially doing is good, not kindness, though they can at times be slightly interchangeable. I am actually performing good- I am helping out, doing things for others, and, at times, I hope I will do good for myself that will benefit other people or other things in the process, though that might not be classified as kindness. For example, if I do something for the Earth, it would be helping the Earth through good, but it wouldn't necessarily be an act of me being kind to anyone.
I also realized that in doing these acts of good, I will not be going through a day thinking, "Oh, I need to perform an act of good today- what should I do?" I will be simply going through my life normally, attempting to do these acts of good naturally, and then at the end of the day remembering the events of the day and finding something that was an act of good. If there is none, then so be it.
-Cora
I also realized that in doing these acts of good, I will not be going through a day thinking, "Oh, I need to perform an act of good today- what should I do?" I will be simply going through my life normally, attempting to do these acts of good naturally, and then at the end of the day remembering the events of the day and finding something that was an act of good. If there is none, then so be it.
-Cora
My Day
You know those days where you're doing a sport or practicing something and you do horribly, and you're not into it at all?
Today, fortunately, was not one of those days. At tennis, I played the best I've ever played so far, and I'm really proud of that, even though to say that I improved isn't saying much since I only started to play this summer. I was pretty exhausted during it, but I kept on going, and I actually was having a lot of fun in the process. My grandparents, my mom, and Claire (one of my best friends) were all there, and I think part of why I played better than usual was because I had their support. Love you guys!
Anyway, after tennis, I was really excited to go home because I had a bit of a headache, but we had to stop by our local grocery store. I stayed in the car with my grandpa, and we didn't talk much, so I made the best out of the situation and people-watched. Now, the activity of people-watching is usually fairly entertaining, as it's interesting to see people who you don't know and guess their story, but I found out that it's much more fun at a large international airport, when the people are from all over the place and you can guess where they live, where they came from and where they are travelling to. However, at a local grocery store, the people are most likely... living locally in the area. So therefore, the only thing you can guess is what street they live on, or perhaps what they're buying from the store and what they'll use it for. But it's not quite as fun to guess that someone's going to buy a pumpkin pie for his or her family for Thanksgiving than to guess that, for example, a man from Guatemala is traveling to Hong Kong via Washington D.C. (for example, though I have no idea if there's actually a possible flight booking) for a business trip for his company.
That's my opinion on that matter, anyway.
I'll talk to you all later!
-Cora
PS: I typed this out on my iPhone at first, and it looks like so much more text on there! Wow...
Today, fortunately, was not one of those days. At tennis, I played the best I've ever played so far, and I'm really proud of that, even though to say that I improved isn't saying much since I only started to play this summer. I was pretty exhausted during it, but I kept on going, and I actually was having a lot of fun in the process. My grandparents, my mom, and Claire (one of my best friends) were all there, and I think part of why I played better than usual was because I had their support. Love you guys!
Anyway, after tennis, I was really excited to go home because I had a bit of a headache, but we had to stop by our local grocery store. I stayed in the car with my grandpa, and we didn't talk much, so I made the best out of the situation and people-watched. Now, the activity of people-watching is usually fairly entertaining, as it's interesting to see people who you don't know and guess their story, but I found out that it's much more fun at a large international airport, when the people are from all over the place and you can guess where they live, where they came from and where they are travelling to. However, at a local grocery store, the people are most likely... living locally in the area. So therefore, the only thing you can guess is what street they live on, or perhaps what they're buying from the store and what they'll use it for. But it's not quite as fun to guess that someone's going to buy a pumpkin pie for his or her family for Thanksgiving than to guess that, for example, a man from Guatemala is traveling to Hong Kong via Washington D.C. (for example, though I have no idea if there's actually a possible flight booking) for a business trip for his company.
That's my opinion on that matter, anyway.
I'll talk to you all later!
-Cora
PS: I typed this out on my iPhone at first, and it looks like so much more text on there! Wow...
Act of Good #4
I recently sent a Facebook message to an old friend from my Oxford summer course. She loved it and I'm going to try to keep in touch with her more often! :) For more information, check out my Oxford diary at http://oradiary.blogspot.com/
Act of Good #3
I cleaned up my closet today (my mom was SO happy!) and I sorted out a pile of clothes to donate to Goodwill and some to give to my cousin in Austria. It was really fun, and I got rid of some old clothes in the process!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Act of Good #2
I just sent an e-card to my best friends about how special they all are. It made me feel really wonderful, and I hope they know how sincere I was when I sent it.
If you ever read this, Claire, Mollie, or Sonali, thank you.
If you ever read this, Claire, Mollie, or Sonali, thank you.
About Me and a Ranting Update on My Life
Hello, everyone! Today is January 2nd, 2011! 2011!!!! It's unnatural typing that in a date. I guess I'll get used to it sooner or later, like I did with all the years before. :)
I just realized that you probably don't know a lot about me, so I've added two lists in the toolbar to the right.
Anyway, an update on my life:
I just video chatted with Mollie (one of my best friends). We practiced our lines for the play we're doing and such. I'll explain later.
Recently, I've been sending ranting emails back and forth with Mollie. We've been talking a lot about the awesome quirks in literature and humanity's strangeness. Here's an excerpt of my side of the lovely conversation:
Ahh.. ranting. Words are beautiful.
But also quite stupid.
So close, but yet just out of my grasp.
I could write a poem about it.
It would be about how I reach and reach,
and I rant and rant.
and words are there,
but they make no sense.
What a lovely life.
Life is beautiful.
But also quite unfair.
And annoying.
I went to the Titanic museum exhibit today. Have you ever been? It tours around all over the place. If so, do you remember those cards that they give you? If not, they give you little cards that have a random name from someone who was a passenger on the ship. It lists their class number, a bit of their history, and their family life. Then you go through the exhibit, touch an iceberg along the way that's pretty cold, and you can only imagine how it must have felt for everyone there, and then you find out if you died of not. I was a mother. 48 years old. I had a son that was thirteen.
Age... why did humans choose to have it represented by a whole year, when in comparison to others they aren’t actually always a year older on that one day? Why do humans use a celebratory days in the first place on specific days in which they feel special and not like in the giver. Nothing big actually happens on that one day, it's just the marking of a year's time. I guess the reason for specific days in which people feel special is just because of that- so that they feel special.
But that's not the point, I'm sorry. My character had a 13 year old son, a 18 year old daughter, a 21 year old daughter, and a husband, who all came with her home on the ship. We were all from pennsylvania, and I left one of my older sons behind in America. I was going to find suitable husbands in France for my daughters, because my first class self was apparently disappointed in American suitors. The irony of it all is that upon our arrival, the son that I had left behind in America died, so I was taking the titanic back home with the rest of my family for his funeral. I was apparently very distraught and I stayed in my cabin almost the whole time. Poor Emily. That was her name. Emily Marie Borie.
We survived.
Which brings back the unfairness of the whole issue. The more money you had, the more likely we were to survive. It's true in real life, as well. In general, the more money you have, the more resources you can buy for your survival. More people died in third class than in first and second combined. 1st class, 2nd class, 3rd class, and crew losses added up to 1423. However, people regard it as such a complete tragedy. Think about the holocaust. Millions of deaths. People aren't even sure about the exact amount, it's so many. It's scary, how little everything matters. How little everyone's particular life matters, though most people value them fairly highly. Why? Does it matter that that family made it through the Titanic? They died afterwards, anyway. Everyone does at some point.
Do people realize that they are just one out of billions of people? And that's only people. What about all of the other living beings out there? On Earth, and possibly beyond...? The earth'll keep spinning without people, and when the earth doesn't support life anymore (Comment: poor Gaea!), then there's still all those other planets and stars out there. Will another life form make its way somehow and discover about all of us? Will they know that we each had a story? They'd probably say something like, "Oh, it's just humans. They were only around for a few million years. Nothing much." Said in their own language, of course.
It makes everything look small and useless. It really snaps things into perspective. Does it even matter that i'm writing this email to you? It's only one email of billions sent every day.
Yeah. I just looked it up. There's 247 billion emails sent every day, 2.8 million every second. http://email.about.com/od/emailtrivia/f/emails_per_day.htm
WOAH. Right now, that's how many. And another few million. And another. This is one in 2.8 million emails that are about to be sent. Well, technically more, because if there 2.8 million now, then in the next second another 2.8 million, that means those people are going to send their emails soon, too, because 2 seconds is fairly soon, if you ask me. Then again, even days, weeks, and months, even years and decades, and centuries, and millennia are technically nothing, worth nothing in the whole scheme of things. In one year, 90,155,000,000,000 emails are sent. 90 trillion 155 billion. I don't even want to think about how many are in a decade, or a century, or a millennium, though I doubt that email will exist.
Do you see now why psychology intrigues me?
To understand all of these human desires to live and be known, our natural instinct of survival, our want for attention, the fact that many people are failing to understand how little they have to do with the rest of the universe. Or this could just be their way of unconsciously coping. By believing that they are important, they feel that they are important to life and to something that is important. I hate it, how many people are often so closeminded and interested in little things that are so trivial. Yet sometimes, those things matter the most.
It's almost 2 am. I just spent an hour rambling on about this. I'm really sorry for you now. I would delete all of that, but it doesn't seem worth it. That's my stand. My little effect on the world. In the meantime, a bunch of emails have been sent. 10,291,666,666.6 repeating in the last hour. Why should i care, anyway? Why does time matter in the first place? What is time, anyway? It time an attempt at keeping things orderly and without change?
Well, congrats to you, if you stuck with me all the way through. (Note to self: That was a rhyme! I didn’t even realize it when I wrote it! Now, add in another line rhyming with it! >>) like you so often do! Now it’s almost 2:30. God, I should be utterly tired, but I’m not, really. I feel a lot better now with my feelings out there, though I’m just one of those little people out there in the huge universe. xD
Love ya!
Cora
*starts ranting again* What is the importance of the meaning of a name....
I just realized that you probably don't know a lot about me, so I've added two lists in the toolbar to the right.
Anyway, an update on my life:
I just video chatted with Mollie (one of my best friends). We practiced our lines for the play we're doing and such. I'll explain later.
Recently, I've been sending ranting emails back and forth with Mollie. We've been talking a lot about the awesome quirks in literature and humanity's strangeness. Here's an excerpt of my side of the lovely conversation:
Ahh.. ranting. Words are beautiful.
But also quite stupid.
So close, but yet just out of my grasp.
I could write a poem about it.
It would be about how I reach and reach,
and I rant and rant.
and words are there,
but they make no sense.
What a lovely life.
Life is beautiful.
But also quite unfair.
And annoying.
I went to the Titanic museum exhibit today. Have you ever been? It tours around all over the place. If so, do you remember those cards that they give you? If not, they give you little cards that have a random name from someone who was a passenger on the ship. It lists their class number, a bit of their history, and their family life. Then you go through the exhibit, touch an iceberg along the way that's pretty cold, and you can only imagine how it must have felt for everyone there, and then you find out if you died of not. I was a mother. 48 years old. I had a son that was thirteen.
Age... why did humans choose to have it represented by a whole year, when in comparison to others they aren’t actually always a year older on that one day? Why do humans use a celebratory days in the first place on specific days in which they feel special and not like in the giver. Nothing big actually happens on that one day, it's just the marking of a year's time. I guess the reason for specific days in which people feel special is just because of that- so that they feel special.
But that's not the point, I'm sorry. My character had a 13 year old son, a 18 year old daughter, a 21 year old daughter, and a husband, who all came with her home on the ship. We were all from pennsylvania, and I left one of my older sons behind in America. I was going to find suitable husbands in France for my daughters, because my first class self was apparently disappointed in American suitors. The irony of it all is that upon our arrival, the son that I had left behind in America died, so I was taking the titanic back home with the rest of my family for his funeral. I was apparently very distraught and I stayed in my cabin almost the whole time. Poor Emily. That was her name. Emily Marie Borie.
We survived.
Which brings back the unfairness of the whole issue. The more money you had, the more likely we were to survive. It's true in real life, as well. In general, the more money you have, the more resources you can buy for your survival. More people died in third class than in first and second combined. 1st class, 2nd class, 3rd class, and crew losses added up to 1423. However, people regard it as such a complete tragedy. Think about the holocaust. Millions of deaths. People aren't even sure about the exact amount, it's so many. It's scary, how little everything matters. How little everyone's particular life matters, though most people value them fairly highly. Why? Does it matter that that family made it through the Titanic? They died afterwards, anyway. Everyone does at some point.
Do people realize that they are just one out of billions of people? And that's only people. What about all of the other living beings out there? On Earth, and possibly beyond...? The earth'll keep spinning without people, and when the earth doesn't support life anymore (Comment: poor Gaea!), then there's still all those other planets and stars out there. Will another life form make its way somehow and discover about all of us? Will they know that we each had a story? They'd probably say something like, "Oh, it's just humans. They were only around for a few million years. Nothing much." Said in their own language, of course.
It makes everything look small and useless. It really snaps things into perspective. Does it even matter that i'm writing this email to you? It's only one email of billions sent every day.
Yeah. I just looked it up. There's 247 billion emails sent every day, 2.8 million every second. http://email.about.com/od/emailtrivia/f/emails_per_day.htm
WOAH. Right now, that's how many. And another few million. And another. This is one in 2.8 million emails that are about to be sent. Well, technically more, because if there 2.8 million now, then in the next second another 2.8 million, that means those people are going to send their emails soon, too, because 2 seconds is fairly soon, if you ask me. Then again, even days, weeks, and months, even years and decades, and centuries, and millennia are technically nothing, worth nothing in the whole scheme of things. In one year, 90,155,000,000,000 emails are sent. 90 trillion 155 billion. I don't even want to think about how many are in a decade, or a century, or a millennium, though I doubt that email will exist.
Do you see now why psychology intrigues me?
To understand all of these human desires to live and be known, our natural instinct of survival, our want for attention, the fact that many people are failing to understand how little they have to do with the rest of the universe. Or this could just be their way of unconsciously coping. By believing that they are important, they feel that they are important to life and to something that is important. I hate it, how many people are often so closeminded and interested in little things that are so trivial. Yet sometimes, those things matter the most.
It's almost 2 am. I just spent an hour rambling on about this. I'm really sorry for you now. I would delete all of that, but it doesn't seem worth it. That's my stand. My little effect on the world. In the meantime, a bunch of emails have been sent. 10,291,666,666.6 repeating in the last hour. Why should i care, anyway? Why does time matter in the first place? What is time, anyway? It time an attempt at keeping things orderly and without change?
Well, congrats to you, if you stuck with me all the way through. (Note to self: That was a rhyme! I didn’t even realize it when I wrote it! Now, add in another line rhyming with it! >>) like you so often do! Now it’s almost 2:30. God, I should be utterly tired, but I’m not, really. I feel a lot better now with my feelings out there, though I’m just one of those little people out there in the huge universe. xD
Love ya!
Cora
*starts ranting again* What is the importance of the meaning of a name....
Act of Good #1
Today, I was playing tennis with my dad, and afterwards, I held his bag for him, and opened the car door for him in an attempt to be nice. And I felt really good. It wasn't much, but it was a simple gesture of care, and it made us both really happy.
I wish everyone could experience these feelings. :)
-Cora
I wish everyone could experience these feelings. :)
-Cora
Welcome!
2010... 1 year, 4 seasons, 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds, 315,360,000 deciseconds, 3,153,600,000 centiseconds, 3,153,600,000 miliseconds... etc. And yes, I did the math.
Happy New Year, everyone!!!! It's 2011. So many things will happen this year, many of them unknown.
However, what we can do today is establish what we want to be able to complete this year.
For me, this doesn't just mean the usual resolutions, like going on a diet, or getting extra daily exercise. It means experiencing happiness to the fullest, and I plan to do this through doing things for others. I have always wanted to be a philanthropist- selfless, extremely generous to others, and a compassionate, loving friend of all. I want to be able to see good in everyone and in everything.
Therefore, I have decided to attempt to do something like this 365 times every year- not necessarily once per day, but one time for every day. These will each be something that will make an impact, no matter how large, on someone's life. I want to make a difference, and this could be the first step.
This blog will serve as a log for any posts, whether it be about an act of kindness, a rant about the peculiar psychological nature of life, an update on my writing, a little show-and-tell of something that appeals or does not appeal to me, or a random blurb about something I experienced.
I'm not sure how often I'll update this site, though I'm guessing probably around once a week. I'll be sure to write when something interesting comes about.
That's it for now! Tune in soon and follow me to get updates on new posts! Thanks!
-Cora
Happy New Year, everyone!!!! It's 2011. So many things will happen this year, many of them unknown.
However, what we can do today is establish what we want to be able to complete this year.
For me, this doesn't just mean the usual resolutions, like going on a diet, or getting extra daily exercise. It means experiencing happiness to the fullest, and I plan to do this through doing things for others. I have always wanted to be a philanthropist- selfless, extremely generous to others, and a compassionate, loving friend of all. I want to be able to see good in everyone and in everything.
Therefore, I have decided to attempt to do something like this 365 times every year- not necessarily once per day, but one time for every day. These will each be something that will make an impact, no matter how large, on someone's life. I want to make a difference, and this could be the first step.
This blog will serve as a log for any posts, whether it be about an act of kindness, a rant about the peculiar psychological nature of life, an update on my writing, a little show-and-tell of something that appeals or does not appeal to me, or a random blurb about something I experienced.
I'm not sure how often I'll update this site, though I'm guessing probably around once a week. I'll be sure to write when something interesting comes about.
That's it for now! Tune in soon and follow me to get updates on new posts! Thanks!
-Cora
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