Every once and a while...

....I find amazing things while browsing the web at 2am. This is one of them. Hip Hop Violin

Fathers are So Empathetic...said the liar!!!!!

Situation: a huge scheduling conflict

Me: The world hates me!
Papa: It hates you because it hates the one you serve (or something like that)
Me: Well, its a scheduling conflict...
Papa: Oh then the world doesn't hate you, it's ignoring you. Don't you feel so much better?

hmmmmmmmmm. Not really.

Passions Apparently Go with Goals

For a recent college application I had to write on my passion and the goals that will go with it. Now there's a way to make a passion real, communicate to iffy-little-college students that one needs goals! Anywho, this is much more accurate than an about me, although very much lacking in small town details such as my favorite color and how many siblings I have (think "many").

     

       The first passion I have is ballet. I have always been fascinated by how much beauty it can portray without using words. It displays communication in a non-verbal and solely human way. My goal is to further my own technique and hone my body to be able to incorporate the expressive and artistic aspects of ballet into my performances. I wish to get to the point that I can put my story into an audience's mind. From observing a multitude of dancers I have discovered that what makes a dancer truly exceptional is that he/she is not only technically excellent, but artistically compelling. Basically, their personality and style snares ones' eye.

     Communication in language form as well as dance has been a life-long interest of mine, which lead me to my present career. I am currently completing my degree in Interpreting between American Sign Language and English at Johnson County Community College and am on track to graduate in the Summer of 2011. After entering this field I realized that all learning is beneficial. In order to be able to comprehend another person's language it is useful to now every piece of information that may appear. As an interpreter I will encounter many people with many differing vocabularies who are discoursing on a plethora of topics. In order to equip myself to be the best interpreter I can I have decided to further my education. Later I wish to become a nationally certified interpreter which requires a Baccalaureate degree. So along with a prospective dance major I will be pursuing another major to increase my world knowledge.

     I also have a passion for literature and all it communicates to readers. It is my goal to write a story worthy of publishing. In truth, I write only for myself and my focus is on honing the sills in writing I have shown thus far to the furthest of my ability; wither this prepares me to become a renowned author or simply to be able to communicate my objectives in the workplace. Communication in all its forms, wither it be dance, language, or literature, fascinates me. It is my desire to expand my knowledge and skills in each to my maximum potential.

Once Upon A Vocab Assignment

We are occasionally assigned these things known as "vocab assignments" in school. Sixteen words are given and we have to come up with a cohesive piece that correctly uses them all. Its like a crossword puzzle, except with more headbanging and groans of frustration. Our words? Ladies and gentlemen I givvvvvve you.....

Superfluous ~ unnecessary, unwarranted
Deleterious ~ harmful in an often subtle or unexpected way
Emulate ~ strive to exceed or equal
Contempt ~ to hate
Aberrant ~ to not follow the normal or right way or behavior
Inundate ~ to flood or overwhelm
Presupposition ~ to assume before knowing the facts
Ultimately ~ at the end, eventually
Plethora ~ abundance, many
Tetchy ~ irritable, full of pet peeves
Enervate ~ be so dull or mundane that the soul/life is sucked from its victims
Convoluted ~ intricate often to an impossible to understand level
Chagrin ~ to be embarrassed about, feel shameful of
Prosaic ~ boring, dull, unimaginative, everyday
Nostalgic ~ look back on old days or long for irretrievable moments
Embody ~ become solid, leave spirit form

My Spin

     There was once an old lady who lived in a shoe and much to her chagrin became known for smiting her naughty children. As horrid as her punishments may have been, her husband's enervating sermons caused the children to walk around like zombies for hours and so were considered far worse. The house was inundated with brats, but one aberrant child knew the benefits of behaving properly. This child had a plethora of charms including the capability to ultimately winning anyone over. Her mother thought back nostalgically on her prosaic existence before the children and uttered a groan that embodied her contempt. She was not the only soul to house contempt. Her next-door-enemy was a tetchy old man who glared contemptuously at any children who neared his domain. He had views the rapscallions from a convenient window and presupposed that nay of them visiting would be deleterious to his remaining sanity. The aberrant child went searchingly off the normal path. She was searching for something deeper than the contempt of her mother, the squabbles of her siblings, and the tetchy old man. All of them saw nothing but faults and hurricanes. As she had no one to emulate, she set off to carve her own way. The old man had found the same piece of soil as she and began to snarl a protest against her presence. The argument was as convoluted as the myriad wrinkles on his face and nothing could be made of it. So the child gave the only response she had: a smile. Truly, anything beyond an innocent's smile is superfluous. There in that prosaic patch of weeds the irresistible force met the immovable object and they settled into a peaceful tolerance. While she never found out the reason behind his argument, she did discover the story behind his wrinkles. They were the scars of a smile.