Long Time, No…. Write?

Hello my amazing (and slightly nonexistent) audience! How are you all doing?

Everyone’s favorite time of the year has come, autumn. Hello flannel, Starbucks and BWG (basic white girling). But also Halloween. Obviously I am going to an All Hallow’s Eve party and dressed as a cat. Just kidding, I am doing a skeleton. I am wearing all black and doing some lovely makeup (which I am fairly good at if I do say so myself). One of our fall shows opens this week, it’s All My Sons by Arthur Miller. Very sad. I am working box office. The show I am in, Cyrano, opens next week. So it’s basically two weeks of neverending hell knowwn in the theater world as ‘tech week’.

Another interestig development that has occured has to do with Lifeguarding. I am taking a class for certification. We are doing “submerged passive victim rescues”. This means that your partner sinks themselves to the bottom of the pool and stays there (even though it is not an emergency situation it is still very stressful because how long can they actually hold their breath). The lifeguard then swims out, preforms a 13 foot surface dive and pulls the victim (who is pretending to be unconcious) to the surface. Sounds easy? No. It is not. It is pulling up not only your body weight but the deadweight of another person as well with one arm and your legs. Then you must gracefully flop them onto the safety tube (the red floaty thing that doesn’t even resemble a tube) and swim them to he pool edge where you will then preform a backboard removal from the water. Obviously this is an important skill for a lifeguard to have. However, learning it makes your ears pop one too many times.

The joys of A.P. lang include: a 7 page paper written about ethos, pathos and logos that is focused around a book you read and that must be written in two days. Granted I do have some expirience with this because procrastination is a skill I am well aquainted with.  I read “Why Science Does Not Disprove God” by Amir Aczel. This results in me needing to write a paper that links two fields that completely contradict each other, science and religion, and support my claims with a tangled mixture of quantum physics and ridiculously obscure and slippery philosophical theories. Currently I am writing a blog post as opposed to the paper (I know, my motivation is to be admired).

Midterm terror has begun, study guide after study guide is being thrust upon us. What joy I find in cramming information into my already full head. And I decided on my first tattoo, “God is within her, she will not fail; he is with her at break of day” Psalm 46:5 to be inked on my inner left bicep in Kingthings Type font.

Other than that my month has been uneventful.

See you soon! Salutations: Mara

I Survived, Cue chorus of “Hallelujah” Now

5:30 AM: Alarm. But not just any alarm, a pandora alarm, that plays a random song, at full blast, in my ear. This morning’s tune was a rousing chorus of some obscure rap song. Needless to say, when an un-identified male voice sounds in my room, I am very quickly roused to alertness. Pressing snooze would be counterproductive, as I was so wide awake already that sleep would be impossible again (this does not apply to an hour of lecture on the history of America that comes later in the day). I flopped, as gracefully as a dying penguin, from my comfortable, warm, and cozy nest of blankets; ready to begin the day!

I went to the bathroom to begin my routine, thenfirst step of which was the gift of sight (putting in contacts). As I blinked them into place I noticed a brownish blob reflected in the mirror. It was right on the edge of the ceiling, very high up. Hoping it was not one of those eight-legged beasts from Hell, I focused on in. Low and behold, the body solidifies into a lovley, quarter sized, spider. I am 5,5′, the ceiling is maybe 7 feet. This spider has the ability to enact vengeance, he could jump on my head, he could actually be a she and give birth. No other family member is awake and I am left to deal with this on my own. Retrieving a chair, and a large wad of paper towel I begin the battle. Obviously I take a protective measure by covering any entry to my body with a sweater. Now I stand on the chair and approach my target, it does not try to escape but seems to accept its fate. I promptly smush him and continue my day.

First hour, uneventful. Second hour, almost puts me back to sleep. Have you ever talked to somebody whose voice is just, patronizing? I’m sure my lovely teacher cannot help it but I feel a touch like I am in a therapy session. Third hour, fine. Fourth hour, we play with acids. Obviously an appropriate past time for any decent student. Thankfully all my skin remains where it should be and my eyes are still in my head (the latter due to some extremely fashionable and flattering safety goggles).  Ahh. The sweet relief of lunch. Fifth hour, math. Possibly among my least favorite of topics. I survived. Sixth, american history a.k.a taking notes on someone talking in a dark room for an hour. It was not the fault of the teacher or lesson, but simply the fact that it was warm and dark and I was very tired, I managed to escape the lures of sleep and remained mostly alert.

After school, play rehearsal. A read through for Cyrano de Bergerac. This involved three hours of exaggerated “ohs” and “ahs”, a few threats of revolution (complete with confidently standing on the desks), several instances where a drunk man complains about pastries, and a fully grown man playing Charades where the word was “giving birth”.

Went home. Got food. Completed “extended school” (homework). And at last, I can get my long awaited sleep.

See you again soon, Salutations; Mara

What about me? And other intersting topics.

As a internet presence there is no way to know me except from what I tell publicly. So I figured, why not start out on the right foot and make a positive first impression.

My name is Mara. I am a female. I am in high school. I absolutely adore theater and choir (wow, what a nerd right?). I have a passion for learning and leading and humor (I could not find a synonym that started with “l”). When I’m not participating in government required education I can usually be found sleeping, doing some form of continued education (i.e. homework), eating, running, swimming, dancing, or socialzing. I am a very extroverted person, although my people skills are questionable. I also love working with children, I have a younger sibling, as well as a small flock of younger cousins who I voluntariliy watch. I would say that is one of my talents (no deaths or life-threating injuries as of yet), along with singing (so far no reports of shattered eardrums), and a wide knowledge of cosmetology.

The next question that is asked by everyone would be either a.) what is your favorite color? or b.) what are your plans for the future? As I find color a boring topic, my favorite is black by the way (I’ve been told that this is actually a lack of color, however that hasn’t stopped me), I will tackle the goals question. My goals are to survive my current route of education and then seek a higher version, in the form of colledge. I would like to major in social services but I’m not quite sure what part yet. I am also not certain what colledge I would like to go to, my goal is shoot for prestigious. As was quoted by somebody who wasn’t me, “Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you’ll land among the stars.”

Why the heck am I writing a blog? Does there seem to be a purpose? Am I trying to change the world? No. I am simply trying to record my life in the form of a permanent and not-looseable (is that a word?) online journal. I am also trying to give you an insight to the developing mind, the media is absolutely horrible at portraying us accurately (to this day I have never seen anyone’s lunch money stolen nor have I seen anyone wear 6 inch stilettos to school), and to entertain. I swear from this point on everything will not be so boring.

For now, signing off; Salutations, Mara