Stream of Consciousness 2

I changed the name of my blog... In case anyone noticed....

It is the last few weeks of the semester and there is quite a lot going on right now. I felt the need to blog. Also, I may be procrastinating my History paper. But that doesn't matter here.

Junior year is more challenging than I expected it to be. Last year, when my brother was a junior and I was a sophomore, he hated junior year. And all I kept thinking was “It can’t be THAT bad, come on, Tim.” 

However, now that I am here and I am actually facing the horror that is junior year, I am seeing that he was right.

Anyway, I’m almost halfway done with Junior year. Which means that I’m almost a senior. And that’s just terrifying.

Probably the most frustrating thing about this year is my teachers. Up until this point I've always felt that my teachers were  fair in the way that they graded and treated me and my classmates. Of course, there is no such thing as a perfect teacher. But some are better than others. Having a teacher that is constantly talking down to you, or treating you like you’re five when really you’re a high school student, is probably one of the most frustrating things in life. Especially since you have to respect them, even when they have no respect for you.

A teacher should expect a lot from their students. Challenge them and actually believing that the students can achieve what you set out for them. Rather than expecting nothing from most of your students, and treating the few students that you like more than the others as if they are somehow perfect. Of course, you’re going to have your favorites, but perhaps just a little more impartiality when it comes to grading, yes?

Nevertheless, Junior year hasn't sucked too bad. But it is quite difficult to write all these papers after creative writing for a month straight. Like… Really difficult. I was trying to write this History paper and I just had this sudden urge to write a scene from some story that I don’t even know….

And after I did that… Well… Hope was lost and I couldn't go back to writing about Manifest Destiny….

But speaking of writing, I've been reading some fanfiction lately. Mostly because I end up getting consumed by fictional worlds, and after that I’m basically gone. But one of my biggest pet peeves in fanfiction is when an author changes a character.

No. You just don’t do that.

If the character you want to write about is evil, ruthless, yet charming. Do not make him goofy, sweet, and of average intelligence. Sure, give them a soft side that you imagine they could have, but do not change the character.

The whole point of fanfiction is to take the characters/situations/settings and put your own spin on them. For instance, the Percy Jackson characters in the Hunger Games, or a romance between Oh.. I don’t know… Hermione Granger and… Draco Malfoy? That’d be interesting.. I don’t ship it…. But either way you get my point. If I’m going with the Hermione-Draco (I need a ship name…) I’m not suddenly going to make Draco nice, now, am I? If the two went on a date, how would they react to each other? The characters that JK already created. How would THEY react to each other, not the characters you made up with the same names. Arg. Goodness….  Now, I love fanfiction. It’s like… the best.. when it’s done correctly. 

Also, I know that you are more creative than to just write about the sex that you wish the characters had. Come on, I know you can write about more than that!

That’s why I don’t write it. I can’t do it.

Writing is beautiful, though. Any kind. It’s beautiful. It takes skill to construct a story that will cause the reader to actually feel invested in the story, in the characters. To make them feel the same way that a character does. I had to write a paper on this in my Lit class. It really does take a lot to describe things. It’s beautiful.

I heard a quote one time that said something along the lines of  -  Every reader brings something different to the story. Their own pains, victories, and love. – Isn't that just amazing? Just thinking about it makes me happy.

I seriously cannot understand why people don’t like to read. Sure, if you’re busy and don’t have time. But not getting enjoyment from it? I cannot understand it. It makes no sense to me.

Perhaps people think the same of me when I say that I don’t like art. Like, actual paintings and whatnot. But seriously. HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE TO READ. DAJSFKLASD JGKLFASDJ”FKACLJSDKV

 My Facebook has been hacked twice in the passed two days.... Dang flabbit.....

I'M GOING TO SEE THE HOBBIT ON FRIDAY.

Okay.... I guess that's all. Now I have to go and edit papers and take tests. 

-Amanda Page