Picture theory

This may get complicated because of my poor way at explanations. Try to stick with me.

I was born in 1994. At this time, picture technology was fairly advanced. Sure, they have come a long way as of today, but the pictures looked good. If you took a picture of a tree in the sunlight, the picture would turn out as a picture of a tree in the sunlight.

Now, let's step back in time. Pictures started black and white. If you look at a legit black and white photo from decades ago you think, wow, this is so old. Moving into the first coloured pictures, they still didn't look like they did today. They were yellowish and spotty. Looking at these pictures you think, woah, this is so long ago.

No, onto my theory. Looking at pictures of your parents when they were younger, you always make fun of their hairstyles and clothing. Now, try and picture them just in an everyday situation. I don't know about you, but for me it's hard because I want to picture them how they look in their pictures. Black and white or yellowish. Obviously life in their time looked the same as our time, but they didn't have the technology to capture it like we capture our life.

Now let's think to the future. When our kids look at our pictures will they think it's that much of a change because our picture quality will be the same? Assuming that pictures don't change, I don't see how they can because what we capture digitally is crystal clear, exactly how we are seeing it. When they look through our yearbooks are they really going to think that our hairstyles were really odd because they are going to look real?

To break it down, my theory is that we judge the past based on what we see in pictures, and how we see the pictures. Maybe I'm making no sense. Think about it though, I think I make sense anyways.

Bearded Knowledge

A short by Stephanie Doughty

One day as I was walking home, minding my own business, this man stops in front of me. He harshly says, "Kid, you're not going anywhere."

I guess you could say I was taken aback, but, in truth, I knew it all along. My life has been one stationary movement. Ever since I could walk, I was happier standing still. My grades are average. My family is average. There is literally nothing special about me. I am not going to do anything spectacular like fly a spaceship or go fishing for the Loch Ness Monster. So what am I doing? Dreaming? There is no point.

Of course this man could have said this because he was about to mug me. I look into his rugged, bearded face and look beyond the dirt and grime to see what other secrets of life he holds. As he rough handles me for my cash, I don't struggle, I just think. This man is so smart, I wonder how he ended up on the streets.

I watch him as he runs off with my life savings of thirty-five thousand dollars and have a urge to run after him. Not to try and get my money back, but to thank him. To thank him for his words of truth. For his knowledge.

I now know that there is no point of trying. I'm not going anywhere.

End scene.

Quick writes

My sociology teacher does this thing where she puts a question up on the board and we answer it. We do about 4 each week and she collects them every 2 weeks. The questions range from personal to about sociology.

One of my greatest strengths is expressing myself through writing, so I quite enjoy these. It lets my teacher get to know me without actually having to talk. When I'm writing, I don't care what I say. I have no limits when I answer these questions, which I guess is kind of weird.

We did our first quick writes of this semester today. The question was something like: If you were my age (she's 34), where would you be living? Where would you be working? What would you do in your spare time?

I found this the perfect opportunity to show a completely different side of myself.

This is my answer: I am living in New York City. I live in a cozy apartment with my mentally unstable roommate named Kat. I am a writer for a new television show. I spend my free time hanging out with my best friend, and mentor, Tina Fey. Everything is wonderful.

In grade 9 French we had to do this presentation about our role models. I talked about Tina Fey. It's the same teacher. I don't know if she will remember, but I think it's pretty funny.

On the first day of class we went around the room finding people that matched these different things, like, I play an instrument, or I've met a famous person. When we were finished we talked about each thing and put up our hands if we do that or have done it.

It felt weird telling the class that I play guitar and ukulele (the teacher was surprised), and telling them I met Doris Roberts and having to explain who she is and where I met her. I can't remember how many I shared, and each time I put my hand up, how surprised the teacher was. It felt good.

Sociology is definitely my favourite class.

Forever sadface

How the fuck do people do this? How do they decide what to do with the rest of their lives? How do they make it through high school?

School today was horrible.

Every class was blah this about university, and blah that about grades and scholarships.

I don't want to do this. I don't know if I can handle university.

This is only the first day back and I already want to give up and continue my hermit lifestyle.

I really hope this gets better before it gets worse.

Inevitable

Here I am sitting my my room and becoming really sad because school starts up tomorrow.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....OOOOOOOOO....ooo...o.

I am starting twelfth grade, and can I just say, high school is an awful place filled with awful people. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I had friends, but at school I would be lucky if I could name five people that I would voluntarily spend time with. Did you know that I can't make friends? Was it that obvious? Oh...

The first week of school is the worst. New people, old people, introductions. Seating. Having no friends means that it's always a struggle picking a seat. That's what I worry about the most. Of course it is never that big of a deal, but it just freaks me out.

I am also going to have to get dressed like everyday. How horrible?

I guess it will be kind of nice to get back into a structured day. Summer for me means doing nothing. Nothing includes TV, a shit ton of TV.

Stephanie, what did you do this summer?
Well teacher, I watched a lot of TV on the internet. It made me smarter though, I swear.

Today I thought I would end the summer well. I watched SNL, Late Night with Jimmy Fallon with Tina Fey, I am going to be watching a lot of TV, eating a lot of crap, and just enjoy the few hours I have left.

I hope this year is simply manageable. I don't go in with a lot of expectations.

The day is young, time for more TV!